10 comments/ 187254 views/ 16 favorites Laurie By: E.Z.Riter The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for adults in locations in which it is legal. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read. This is a copyrighted work. Reposting or any other use strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright holder, except may be posted as part of a review or posted to free-access, noncommercial archive sights. Copyright 1999 by E. Z. Riter. Please! Give me your comments. Dear Reader: This is a very significant rewrite of a story posted in April 1998 entitled Sugar Daddy and I consider this to be a new story. The old one was attributed to an unknown author and apparently buried in the sands of time. Bitbard (then Sandman), reviewed Sugar Daddy for Celestial Reviews and rated it 10,9,9. I've learned a lot in the past eighteen months. I like this one better. I hope you do, too. It's a male female inter generational romance, soft and sweet. E.Z. * * * * * I hadn't seen Laurie since her wedding two years ago. I sorely missed her at first. Now I suffered a dull ache only a few times a week when her memory floated like a ghost from the closets in my mind. Laurie was my daughter's best friend. I watched her grow up. Over the years, we developed a very close relationship which seemed to be more than father daughter, more than teacher student. We weren't lovers, but our relationship was more meaningful than a one night stand or short affair. It was precious to me and, I hoped, to her. She was engaged at the time my marriage fell apart. It was then we drifted apart, each caught in our own worlds. I missed her more than she knew, more than I knew before I saw her today. I hadn't been to the mall in six months. Why I was drawn there that Saturday, I don't know. Whatever the reason, I was wandering toward the bookstore. I saw her and my heart skipped a beat. She was more beautiful than ever as she slowly pushed the stroller past dresses on sale in the windows. Her hair was its natural color again, a light brown, not the brassy blonde she wore in high school. It went well with her coloring and her big brown eyes. Her figure was delightful, lush yet tight, with a narrow waist. I hurried to catch up with her. When I touched her arm, she spun to see who was there. She looked shocked, then flushed as she grinned at me. "Jack! Oh, Jack, I'm so happy to see you!" We hugged, holding on for dear life. I'd be happy if we never stopped. When I held her hand as we separated, she squeezed mine in obvious pleasure. "It's wonderful to see you again. I've missed you so much," I said. She gave a half-smile, but there was sadness in her eyes. "Your daughter's beautiful. What's her name?" "Jennifer. I call her Jenny." "I know you and Bob must be proud." A tear came to her eye. Her face fell as she looked away. "Something wrong?" "Bob and I are divorced, Jack. It was final last month." "I'd heard there were problems. I'm so sorry. What happened?" Her eyes locked onto me, questioning, searching, wondering. "It's a long story," she warned. "I've got all the time in the world. Let me buy you lunch." "I'd like that." We went to a quiet restaurant in the mall where I asked for a private table. Laurie held Jenny closely as she fished in the big tote bag for a bottle. "I've been nursing, but in public . . . " "Nursing's great." Her head jerked toward me. She gave me the first real smile I'd seen today. She has a warm and innocent, but very sexy, smile. She needed to do it more frequently. "Okay, what are you thinking?" Laurie said, eyeing me suspiciously. I grinned. "Tell me." "Just an old joke. Nursing reminded me of it." "I need a good laugh. Good lord, Jack, we know each other well enough to tell dirty jokes." I told her the old one about why mother's milk is better to take on picnics. Stays fresh. Better for you. Comes in such a cute container. She laughed politely. It wasn't a good joke, but it broke the tension. Jenny took her bottle as we ordered lunch. Her little eyes were closed, her fists clenched in tiny balls. She sucked hungrily on the cold rubber substitute for her mother's own warm nipple. "Okay, tell me your story," I said. There was a long pause as she stared at me. "It's very important to be totally honest with you. I'm not sure why I feel that way." "I know why." "Why?" "Because you know how important you are to me, how much I care for you. And you know you can trust me." She smiled wanly as her hand touched mine. She looked away. When she looked at me again, her eyes were full of tears. "Jack . . . Jack, I committed adultery." Tears began to fall. She struggled to hold Jenny and the bottle in one hand as she searched for a tissue. I gave her my handkerchief. She dabbed quickly reddening eyes with the soft tip of the cloth. "Laurie, you don't have to tell me." "I want to tell you. I want you to know everything. He . . . he asked me to do it. I thought I was making him happy." The story flowed from her in a torrent of words punctuated by sobs. It was a story like many others: a woman trying to please her man by giving him control of her sexuality; her man not knowing what he wanted of her or himself; his intoxication with the power her love gave him; setting limits beyond what was desired; limits tested and surpassed; knowledge gained of what actually was wanted, but that knowledge coming too late. The events which shatter the trust . . . the foundation . . . of a marriage had already occurred. Yes, she volunteered, they both enjoyed the sexual part. She liked the attention of different men. He liked the variety of multiple women. But he wondered if she was enjoying others without his knowledge and permission. Broken trust. "I didn't do it, Jack. You must believe me. You must! I never had another man without him telling me to do it." She was honest with me, terribly honest. Her eyes begged me to forgive her, to forgive and make the pain go away. There was nothing to forgive. When I told her that, she sagged and tears began anew. Different tears this time. Tears of relief washing away guilt. The waitress gave me a nasty look as she asked Laurie if she needed anything. "Should I call security, ma'am?" she asked. Laurie shook her head no as she blotted tears. She continued her story around bites of salad. We ate the meal without tasting it, having it as a reason to sit and talk to each other. I reassured and comforted her. My caring was self-evident, if evidence was needed after the years of our relationship. "What are you going to do now?" I asked. Her eyes burned into me: searching, probing, questioning eyes. There was a message in them, a message she was afraid to say. When her eyes finally dropped from mine, we sat in awkward silence. There was much I wanted to say, too, but I wrestled my own fears, fighting for the sheer guts to say what I desperately wished to say. "I don't know. I'm living with my parents, but . . . " "You need a sugar daddy," blurted out of me. My mind was racing and I felt like an idiot. Why did I say that? Why couldn't I just say what was in my heart? "Oh?" Her eyebrows arched quizzically, her lips twitched in a restrained grin. "Yes. You need a considerate older man who'd treat a wonderful young woman with all the kindness she deserves. He's in love . . . " My heart pounded. I turned bright red. I'd no intention of saying that. It just popped out. "Laurie, I . . . " She started laughing. It was a hearty laugh with her eyes watering. Others in the restaurant turned and stared at her. She fought to restrain herself, gasping for air between giggles. Our waitress returned, eyeing me suspiciously. Laurie assured her everything was okay and she left us alone again. "Where would I find such a loving older man?" Laurie asked, still restraining her laughter. "Laurie, I didn't mean to come on to you." "That's too bad. I'd have liked it if you had." Aren't we humans an amazing complex of emotions juxtapositioned to stifle what should be easy communication? I held tightly to one level of our relationship because I feared her rejection if I revealed my own deep desires. Yet my desire was so great the words had leapt from my subconscious. She put her hand over mine, squeezing gently. Her eyes twinkled as she handed me her pocket appointment calendar. "The divorce was final on the twenty-fourth. Look on that date." She watched me, her eyes bright and alive, as I looked. The notation said: "Divorce final. Quit putting it off. He's the one. Call him!" Him was underlined three times. Puzzled, I returned the calendar to her, but she pushed it back toward me. "Keep looking back." Each day had a notation, "call him," and it was sometimes emphasized with underlines or smiley faces. Back and back through the days, I went. Finally, I reached the page she wanted me to see. "Call Jack." "Me?" "I'm crazy about you, Jack. I thought about you many times when I was married to Bob. He suffered in the comparison. After we separated, I realized you returned over and over to my thoughts. Those thoughts were good thoughts, Jack, loving thoughts, caring thoughts. I decided to wait until the divorce was final to call you. I've picked up the phone countless times. I didn't know how to begin." "Laurie, you're very special to me." "You're very special to me, too, Jack." We held hands across the table, lost in each other, relishing the silence and touch. As lovers have done since men and women were created, we were seeing each other in new ways, creating fantasies, one for the other, building on our own desires for the future. Jenny's cry broke our reverie. "You haven't seen the changes I made to the house. Why don't you come over tonight? We could have dinner." I got that fabulous smile of hers again: that sexy, warm, innocent, smile. "Just dinner?" "I have some etchings to show you." Her eyes danced, alive with love and a gentle playfulness. "Etchings? How wonderful! I love etchings. I've wanted to see your etchings for a long time, Jack." I held Jennifer as Laurie repacked the stroller. I was at that awkward age: still wanting children; too young for grandchildren; my own already grown. Laurie watched me from the corner of her eye. "I want more children. One or two, anyway." She said it so softly I could have ignored it. Instead, I looked at her and smiled. We held hands as we walked to her car. Silence enveloped us as we searched each other's faces. We kissed, a long, loving, kiss. She flashed that smile at me as she sat down. "See you at seven, sugar daddy," she teased. When I opened the door that night, Laurie was wearing a white blouse with long, puffed sleeves. It had five buttons with the top two unfastened. A gold chain with a small diamond hung around her neck. She wore a tight, mid-thigh, black skirt, nude stockings and black pumps. Her makeup was discreet and lightly applied. Her hair was soft on her shoulders. There was a hint of perfume. Even after forty years spent living with women, I'm amazed how a woman can combine clothes, accessories and attitude to create a specific message. The message I received was: I'm a beautiful and sexual woman off limits to all men, but one. She took my breath away and I rudely stared at her. She gave me a wicked smile and slowly turned. "Do I look good enough to be invited in?" "Always," I answered as I pulled her into the house and kissed her. We visited, sipping a light drink, spending precious time being together again. She changed directions when she gave me a wanton smile and took my hand in hers. She kissed my palm, nibbling at the base of my hand, as her eyes held mine. "I've never had a sugar daddy before. What's a girl suppose to do?" "The girl's doing great," I replied as I leaned forward to kiss her again. In that instant before our lips met, as she was moving towards me, a picture flashed from my subconscious. Our relationship had been non-sexual, if that means we didn't pursue the desire in both of us. One day that had changed, adding the sexual realm to a special friendship. It was four years ago. We'd been sitting close together on the couch as we talked. Without warning, she leapt against me. Her arms were around my neck, her body pressed hard against mine. Her tongue was hot, her kiss passionate. I reciprocated zestfully. When reality kicked in and I stopped, my hand was on her breast. "Don't stop, Jack. I want you," she had murmured. I didn't listen to her, but to my conscience. "I can't, Laurie. This isn't right. If I were your husband, would you want me playing around?" I asked. She came to her senses. The incident made us both acutely aware of the change in our relationship. We worked to keep it platonic, but conversations became more intimate, looks more passionate, gazes more needy. There were little touches and awkward moments. In spite of the sexual tension, or maybe because of it, our non-sexual relationship ripened and grew, but nothing overtly sexual transpired. Until now. Now she was against me again. This time she was twenty-two and we were both single. Leaning back, she turned a light red. "What are you thinking?" I asked. "Remember when I assaulted you on the couch. I wanted you so much, Jack. I can't believe I'm here in your arms." "I'm glad we waited, Laurie." "Your not making love to me then increased my respect for you . . . and my desire." "Mine, too." "I don't have to wait any longer." "Well, maybe a little longer," I replied. Her eyes flared with lust as she pushed her body against me, forcing her skirt up around her waist, revealing bright pink panties. "Going to make me wait? I've waited a long time for you, Jack. You don't realize you were the center of attention in a young woman's wild fantasies, but you were. You still are." She kissed me lustily, driving me back onto the couch as she squirmed on me. "Going to make me beg for it?" she gasped between kisses. She rubbed her pantied pussy against my too bound cock as she hastily unbuttoned my shirt. "Tell me what you're going to do to me, Jack. Going to hold me down?" She ripped my shirt out of my pants, groaning as she fell to suck my nipple. Up again, she yanked at my belt, ripping it open. She growled as she yanked my trousers off me, shoes and socks flying with them. "What are you going to do to me, Jack? Are you going to make me suck your cock!" She yanked my boxers down. Greedily, she fell on my cock, taking it into her mouth. I wrapped my hand in her hair and pulled until she released him and lunged on me. I rolled her over, trapping her hands under her. She was surprised, her mouth forming a little O, her eyes wide. "What are you going to do to me, Jack?" she whispered lustily. "All of those things and more," I said, kissing her as I began to unbutton her blouse. I freed gorgeous breasts. When I sucked her nipple, I tasted her milk. I kneaded her breast, forcing the milk into my mouth. "Jack, please, I need you in me," she moaned, trying to get her arms from under her, trying to hurry me. I kept her pinned, taking my time as I suckled her breast, kissed her mouth and neck, played with her body. Heat radiated from her as I leisurely stroked her through her panties. When my finger curled under the panties' edge and slipped into her, I felt her orgasm approach. Her hips tightened as she thrust up against my hand. "Jack, oh, Jesus, Jack, I. I... ohhhhh . . . " She gasped loudly, her mouth wide, eyes unfocused and dilated. I felt her relax. "Wow," she murmured. "That's never happened before." "We sugar daddies know what we're doing." I said in a pompous, mocking tone. "Show me more," she replied. I carried her to my bed. Her eyes were hot and needy, her expression passionate as I pulled the panties down her legs. I hesitated a moment to take in the sheer beauty of her lying naked on my bed. "Come on, daddy," she pleaded. "Give me that big lump of sugar." She was wild, dynamic, sweating and moaning under me. Later, in the quiet of my bedroom, she lay against me as we cooled, sweat covered and sticky. She transcended my fertile imagination. I wanted to do this with her every day of my life. She cuddled against me, her leg over mine, her breast crushed against my chest. "I love you," she whispered. "I couldn't say it then, back when I first knew it. I can say it now. I love you." "I love you, too. I have for years." She braced herself on her elbow as she peered into my face. Her smile lit the room. "So? Am I your mistress now? Or your girlfriend? What do you call the woman of a sugar daddy?" We kissed again. My cock twitched. Wickedly she stroked it. "Do you want me to move in? That way you can come home to a hot, loving woman every night. What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" "No. You've said nothing wrong. You've done everything right. Laurie, let's talk about the future." "All right." I rolled her over, crushing her into the bed. "I want to make a few things clear." "What?" she gasped apprehensively. "You'll never have another man. I'll never ask you to do that . . . and you'll never volunteer." "Yes, sir. I'd never think of doing it." "We'll have two more children." Tears came to her eyes and her lower lip quivered. "Yes, sir. Anything else?" she said as she lovingly stroked my face. "Just one question. Will you marry me?" "Yes. Oh, God, yes, yes, yes." The End Please! Give me your comments. Laurie A million thoughts ran through Laurie's mind as she walked toward her last class of the day. Her schedule was grueling, but to keep her grants and scholarships she had no choice but to take 17 credit hours and maintain her "B" average. Her studies, along with her part-time job at the library kept her so busy, dating was little more than an afterthought. Laurie liked guys, even her rowdy fraternity boy neighbors who partied till all hours were OK, for the most part. She could tell by the catcalls and whistles that they liked her 5'6" slender body and strawberry blonde, shoulder-length hair. Realizing they were neighbors, most of he guys treated her more like a kid sister after their passes were gently deflected. She wasn't a virgin by any means, but so far she had found no one who could truly meet her needs. Laurie knew how lucky she was to be going to college. Many of her friends either didn't have the money, grades or the drive to go beyond high school. She wasn't looking for her Mrs. Degree, as she heard many of the other girls refer to their husband hunting. She was going to be a journalist for a highly respected newspaper or magazine, and no guy was going to get in her way. She was finishing her junior year and that goal was now tantalizingly close. One of the frat guys worried her though. The intensity of his stare, each time they crossed paths, unnerved her. Once he saw her, his eyes never left her body and it felt like he was trying to see through her clothes. He was bigger and rougher looking than the others, and he rarely smiled. Her thoughts ran ahead to the next few hours. She would need ot hit the books hard if she was going to pass her Poly Sci test the next day. Laurie was so worried about this test, 50 percent of her grade for the semester, that she barely noticed the van slowing beside her until the door popped open and a man grabbed her, covering her mouth to mute her scream. For brief seconds she saw two other girls, naked, gagged, tied up and blindfolded. Then a blindfold descended over her eyes, a ball gag was shoved in her mouth and hand stripped off her shoes, and socks followed by her jeans, sweater, bra and panties. Ropes were used to bound her hands and feet. Terror seized her when she realized what was happening. She was shoved down on a bench, next to the others, then a hand squeezed her tit while another worked its way between her tightly shut legs. As they traveled over the bumpy road the intruding hands brushed against her sensitive nipple and clit causing a jolt to go through her. Despite her fear, she felt her nipple harden and moistness between her legs. She heard one of her captors say, " Not yet, J, they have to get to the base untouched." She couldn't believe this was really happening. Late at night she dreamed sometimes about a stranger entering her room, tying her to the bed and bringing her to a mind-blowing orgasm. The dream always left her panting with desire, and unable to sleep until her fingers massaged her clit, which required little stimulation for her to reach orgasm. That was just a dream, however. Now she was so scared she trembled at the thought of what would happen next. She tried to figure out where they might be, tracking turns and pauses, but soon she realized it was hopeless. She had no idea where she was going. After about an hour they finally stopped. She could hear the other two wimpering and vowed not to make a sound that would let her captors know how scared she was. Her ankles were freed and a long coat was thrown over her as a rope was tied around her waist. She heard a quick warning, "Come easily, don't try anything, or you will regret it." She considered running, then rejected the idea. Maybe acting meek and willing now would make it easier to catch her captors off guard later. With a man on each side, her hands bound behind her and the rope tugging her forward she was escorted into the building, blushing at the thought of someone seeing her like this, her breasts swinging freely as she walked. The women were led down three flights of stairs into a musty smelling room where their blindfolds were removed. Blinking fast to adjust to the light, Laurie was amazed by what she saw. A room packed with men holding beers or cigars or both greeted her gaze. To the right there was what looked like a large, well-lit boxing ring. A tug on the rope brought her to what could only be described as a holding pen filled with naked, bound young women. Apparently hers was the last group to arrive before the "festivities" could begin. A man in the boxing ring grabbed a microphone and said, "Ladies, welcome to our humble establishment. All of you are grant and scholarship recipients at Lawton University. We are the people who fund those grants and scholarships and now it is time for you to repay your debt. Therefore, each of you will be brought up here, displayed and bid upon. The top bidder is your owner. You are to serve your master for six weeks, or until he frees you. If you refuse or rebel, you will be punished, however your master sees fit, and your financing will be pulled." Stunned, Laurie could barely breathe. Were they all insane?! Abruptly a pretty brunette was dragged up the steps of the ring and a spotlight immediately landed on her curvaceous body. She was made to step into a body halter that displayed her tits, ass and pussy. Her eyes wild, she struggled to get away, but she soon found she was attached to a pulley system so that her feet could be pulled off the ground, leaving her suspended and at the mercy of the ringmaster. "Why don't I show you what happens to naughty girls who fight me?" he asked, looking at the other women huddling in the pen. With that he bent her over his leg and spanked her ass with a large paddle he pulled from a black bag. Her cry was drowned out by the shouted encouragement of the men surrounding the ring, their beers forgotten. A few more swift strokes of the paddle and most of the fight left the beautiful young woman weakly struggling to move away from the sting. "So what will I get for this feisty wench," the ringmaster shouted. "Look as that sweet ass waiting to be punished." He pulled a thick dildo from the black bag, removed her ball gag and pushed it into her mouth, making her gag slightly. "look at those pouty lips." Quickly flipping her over he pulled her off the ground and two other men held her legs apart, exposing her nether lips to the crowd. "Such pouty lips," he said, giving the trimmed pussy a quick squeeze, causing her to moan. A voice in the crowd got the bidding started at $1,000. "Please gentlemen," the ringmaster said, spreading her pussy open and exposing her long, now throbbing clit to the crowd, "you can do better than that." Bids reached $5,000 before stopping. A large man waving cash in the air quickly came up and claimed his prize, shoving two fingers roughly into her cunt after the halter was removed and leading the now meek woman, her eyes downcast through the crowd that strained to grab her tits and ass. Several more women were auctioned off, each doing exactly as they were told, spreading their legs and pussies, bending over and clamping their hands behind their necks to allow everyone to see their attributes and avoid a spanking. Often they complied, without even the restraint of the halter and their arousal was evident from the moisture making their cunts gleam. Laurie watched and felt more trapped by the second, desperately looking for any means of escape. Then Laurie felt two strong hands begin guiding her out of the pen. She knew this might be her only chance to get away. Slipping out of their grasp, she crouched on the floor and quickly began making her way toward a door she had spied at the back of the room. Just as she reached it, a large hand grabbed a fist full of her hair and dragged her toward the ring. She continued struggling, which only brought a chuckle to her captor's lips until she kicked backwards hard, hitting his shin and causing him to momentarily release his grip. She had barely taken two steps before he grabbed her around her rib cage, making it difficult for her to breath. He dragged her up the steps. Fighting the entire time, she was finally fitted into the halter which perfectly displayed her pert, butter soft 36 C tits, shapely round ass and trimmed cunt. The ringmaster immediately used the pulley, taking Laurie off her feet and leaving her at his mercy. Several swift, hard smacks hit her ass without warning, but she just turned and stared furiously at the ringmaster, bringing another series of increasingly harder smacks until her ass was red and tears started to fall, despite her best efforts to prevent it. "I think this one needs a strong hand," the ringmaster said. "And a big cock! What do you say we give it to her?" A roar of approval went up from the crowd. The ringmaster swung her over and stepped between her legs. Two men grabbed each ankle and spread her legs wide. The ringmaster began lightly slapping her pussy and tits. Despite her fear, or maybe because of it, Laurie felt her body respond forcefully to the ringmaster's ministrations. He described what he was doing to the crowd as he pinched her corral pink nipples until they swelled and started played her pussy like a master violinist, stroking nearer and nearer her clit, until finally circling it with his finger causing her juices to flow and lubricate her pussy well. A moan nearly escaped her lips, but she refused to release it and give him that satisfaction. He dipped into his bag again and pulled out a 3-inch thick, 10 inch long black dildo from it, showing it to her before using her own juices to coat it from top to bottom. Glistening he held it up for the crowd's approval which gave it readily and Laurie began to struggle again, trying to close her legs and prevent that monstrous cock from violating her. The ringmaster spread her pussy lips and found the entrance to her cunt tightly squeezed shut. He began to rub her clit again, relentlessly, until Laurie was right at the edge, making her forget who and where she was and wanting only the sweet release her body craved. Just short of climaxing he thrust the dildo all the way inside her, making her buck her hips and cry out. Still spread by the ringmaster's helpers he then stepped away from her leaving the dildo buried deep inside her cunt and called out to the crowd to start the bidding. A shout of $2,000 quickly escalated to $8,000 before a new voice said. "$10,000." "Going once, going twice, sold for $10,000," the ringmaster shouted. It was a new record. Still reeling, Laurie strained to see who purchased her and gasped when she realized the fraternity boy she always feared was laying money on the table. He was no boy, she was sure of that now. He roughly jerked the dildo from her pussy and freed her from the hated halter. Just like the others, her owner shoved two fingers deep into her cunt, leading her away. He gave her a look that quelled any thought she had of rebellion or escape and led her down the steps and through the crowd where many of the men wished her owner luck in taming her. As she walked hands snaked out to grab her tits or pinch her ass, on one hand leaving her feeling dirty and defiled. However she was still shaking with the need for an orgasm, one she guessed would have been more intense than any previous in her life. All the touching intensified that longing more. Her owner led he down a hallway to a small room that contained a bed, cuffs hanging from the wall dildos, vibrators, plugs and other toys as well as various means of punishment. "I've been waiting a long time for this," he said as he grabbed her roughly by the hair and pulled her mouth to his, engulfing her mouth with his, demanding she open to him and give him what he wanted. Laurie I will freely admit I looked great in uniform. Unlike a lot of my peers I hadn't grown the obligatory potbelly, nor was I excessively grey on top, nor was there any sign of balding. While I also admit I was no Adonis (any activity with the word "exercise" attached sent me running the other direction!), I was in pretty good shape as I approached the big 40. Six foot even, blonde hair and blue eyed, and single...again. The greatest hardship to being a sailor has to be the family separation endured, by everyone. I'm a firm believer in "what I don't know won't hurt me" applies to both parties in a relationship. The only problem was, both my ex's weren't very good at hiding their "extracurricular" activities, and then lied about them. But, that's another story, another time... This tale is about Laurie. Good things do come in small packages, and that's just the beginning of describing this little fuck machine. Beyond cute, this four foot something, black haired lady let me know right up Rob what she wanted. We were both about the same age, her husband working in the same building as us, but spent most of his time out on the field doing whatever it was he did. She was filling in for the department secretary, so she was constantly passing in Rob of, or near, the customer service desk where I worked. This memorable day that I'm telling you about was winding down. I'd already packed up my bag and was standing at the counter leafing through the base paper and figuring out how early I could get away with leaving without notice. Laurie comes out of the offices, bag in hand, and flashes me a smile. She's wearing her whites this day, and I could almost swear I can see through them. Her body is perfect for her size; enough up top to be noticed, great legs, and a well rounded behind to balance things out. Did I mention she was a mother of three? You wouldn't know it by looking at her! "Hey, Chief, another day dead! I'm heading to the gym before heading home. Wanna come?" She plopped her bag on the counter, put her coffee up out for me to fill, all the while batting her dark, sultry eyes at me. "I think I'll pass, Laurie. There's a bottle, half a bottle of mixer, and a glass waiting for me at home. After this week, I think I need a bit of the sauce to forget this place." "Too bad. I thought you might do me the favor and spot for me while I work out. I want to move up on my weights and reps this week." She said while rummaging through her bag for something, doing what most people do when in that act; lifting things out, moving things around, all of which drew my eyes to what she was doing. Spandex pants, sports bra, thong. I sighed. "Girl, if I didn't have something else to do..." I'd already made my plans, and I'd also promised to give a friend a ride home. "But....if you're gonna wear things like that I will be more than happy to spot you...and anything else you might need help with!" I've always been a flirt, doing so with just about anyone with tits. I'd leer, wiggle my eyebrows, whatever it took to get a smile. To keep from getting into too much trouble, I made it a point to flirt with all the women that were receptive to it. Any that didn't like it I would stop, but most just took it as it was given. That's how I thought things were with Laurie, until she looked up from her bag then... "Really? Well, we'll just have to see. I doubt if you could handle this anyway." With that she closed up her bag, grabbed her cup and said her goodbyes. I stood there, at a loss, watching that cute little ass sway back and forth and up and down as she headed to the door. I didn't lift my eyes fast enough and she caught my stare when she turned slightly to hip the door open. Her smile just got bigger as she headed toward the parking lot. --------- Move forward a few months; the uniform change came and went, now everyone was wearing their working blues (really black shirt, black pants). I never did get the chance to spot for Laurie, but that didn't stop the banter, and I could tell there was something brewing with her. But, coward that I was, I didn't want to find out just in case I was reading things Rob. I was close to retiring and didn't want to face sexual harassment charges. I could find my entertainment elsewhere, and when that didn't pan out, there was always Rosie and her sisters. It was another Friday night; I'd begged out of a dinner invite, picked up a pizza, and had just settled down to a bit of drinking and some tunes to wipe away the week. I didn't bother changing clothes, instead just getting rid of the uniform shirt and shoes. It being late in the year, it was dark outside already and the only light was coming from the kitchen (gotta see to measure!). I liked my time alone. After the last months of my second marriage, this was bliss; no slamming doors, no one trashing my stuff, and no one trying to "explain" their behavior. I was well into my second drink and feeling a real nice buzz (ok, so I don't measure so well) when there was a knock at the door. Opening it, I was very surprised, and happy, to see Laurie standing there. There was a bit of moisture on her hair and raincoat, and she was still folding up her umbrella when she spoke. "Hey there, Chief. It's nasty out there; I feel like I've walked through a puddle you would think is knee deep! Look at me!" I moved aside to let her in. "If you're going to come to my abode, maybe it can be "Rob" instead of "Chief". She smiled up at me, "Okay. I was kinda hoping we could get around all that some time soon. Why's it dark in here? You not paying your bills or something?" I shut the door and step around her, not quite sure where this is going, but hoping... "I like the dark", I said, "It's just me, and I've got the important lights on – the kitchen and the bathroom." "Speaking of which, where is it?" Laurie stepped cautiously into the living room. "Through the hall, second door on the right." She was still cautious until she saw the light for the bathroom. "Can I fix you something to drink?" "Uh, just a cola or something. I still have to drive home." She yelled this just before closing the door. I grabbed my glass, sipping as I went so as to refresh it while getting her drink ready. I knew I was about finished with the booze; I hate getting drunk and going through all the hangover crap the next day. A good buzz was all I needed. "Hey, I said a cola!," Laurie stated from behind me. I was still topping off my glass, "I know. This is mine." I grabbed her glass and turned around...and almost dropped both! "You never have taken me up on my request for a spotter, Rob. So, I figured I needed to show you what I normally wear when I work out." She stood there wearing the same type of outfit I'd seen that day so many months ago. I could see her hard nipples through the sports bra, and the kitchen light was such that I could glean a hint of camel toes between her legs. I love spandex! "Does George know you dress like that in the gym? Not that I mind! But I know him and I doubt he likes the idea of all those jocks drooling over his wife." I handed her the wRobg glass, but that didn't stop her from taking a sip. "Rob, up here!" I could here the laugh in her voice as I dragged my eyes from the sight in Rob of me. "Sorry, L. I get a bit lost when I see a girl in spandex." She just laughed and turned back into the living room. That gave me a great view of her cute apple shaped behind. "So, what are you doing out and about, Laurie?" I sat on the couch, looking up at her while she decided on either the couch or easy chair. She was standing with the light from the kitchen behind her, and I could swear I saw the small bulge of her lower lips between her slightly spread legs. "I needed, or still need, a spotter. Truth is, I don't wear this to the gym, and George doesn't know I have things like this. I usually wear sweats and t-shirts when I work out...except when I want a different kind of workout...I changed out of the sweats downstairs, in the car..." saying this as she moved closer to me. "I'm getting tired of you ignoring the hints I've been dropping, so I figured to come right out with it." "Laurie, I don't take hints, especially along this line. There's just too much for misinterpretation." I sat my glass down, "I've wanted to say things to let you know where I was coming from, how I felt, but needed to be careful just in case I was reading this Rob." "What did, do you want to say? George doesn't talk much, during anything." She steps the last step to be right in Rob of me, near the hand I've rested on the arm of the couch. "I can't stand the silence. I love him, but I need things he's just not willing to give me. Tell me what you wanted to say." Laurie twists slightly, moving her crotch closer to my hand, bumping it lightly. She's wet. "How much do you want to hear? Is there anything I can't say? Do you really want to hear how I 'talk to you' when I'm jerking off, thinking of you in that outfit?" Laurie moans softly as she presses her crotch against my fingers. "No. Say it. That's what I need to hear." "What, that I can feel how wet your cunt is right now?" She pushes harder, grunting softly, and I lift my fingers to push up between her legs. "I like you this way, Laurie. Sweaty from the gym. I can smell your cunt. Does that word bother you? Cunt?" "No," She whispers. I move my hand from between her legs and her eyes flew open in surprise. "I'll give you want you want, but I want more light to see you with." Her hand reaches for the switch, turning on the light next to us. I can see the wetness seeping from her pussy. Her nipples sticking out like erasures from the sports bra. She was shivering a bit. "Are you cold, Laurie?" She whispers "No". "Your nipples look hard as rocks, L. Are they? Reach up and touch them, tell me how hard they are." I watch as she moves her hand up to her left breast. As she does this I put my hand back down, pushing my fingers between her legs. "It's hard", she pants, looking down at me. Her hips start humping the backs of my fingers, her legs tighten around them. "Pinch it. Grab your nipple." She tries, "I can't get a grip through this material!" "Take the top off, then. Let me see you. I want to see you play with your tits." Her eyes widen a touch when I say this, but she reaches up to take the bra over her head. Her flat stomach stretches taut, accentuating her firm muscles, flattening her breasts as she reaches higher. I can't help but move my free hand to my crotch to adjust the raging hardon that has grown in my pants. Laurie watches as I do this, keeping my hand on my dick and slowly start to rub it. "No fair," she said, "I want to watch you, too, Rob." "What, you want to see me jerk off? You want to see my hand stroking my dick, rubbing the head with the precum that comes out?? "Yes." She pushes against my fingers harder, as I put more pressure up and on her clit through the shorts. "Your choice; I take my hand from your cunt to open my pants, or you do it." She smiles as she reaches for my belt, undoing it as I help her with the zipper. As she stands upright again I tell her to play with her tits again. "Grab that nipple and play with it? Play with both of them. Show me how you like to have your tits attended to? OOOOOOhhhhhhh, you like a little pain, do you?" "Yes", she says through gritted teeth, "not at first, like this, but later, after I've gotten really turned on." She's rubbing and squeezing both tits roughly, "Watch...". Laurie grasps her nipple between her fingers and starts rolling it back and forth, slightly pulling it out away from her body. Her other hand is frozen on the other breast, squeezing it firmly. "That's hot, L. Pinch it harder. Oooo, that hurt, didn't it? I can see it did! You're a slut, aren't you?" Her eyes focused on mine when I said that, as she continued to massage and squeeze her tits. "There's nothing Rob with that, lover. I'm a slut, too. I love sex. The nastier the better. Here, look at my dick, see what I'm doing to it, and my balls? See how I squeeze them? See how hard I bend my dick?" "Take your shorts of, slut!" She bends down slowly after backing up a little. "No, turn around. I want to look at that beautiful ass of yours as you take them off." Laurie turns around and hooks her thumbs in the waistband of the shorts. "Slowly, girl, slowly. Tease me a bit as they come down." She takes her time pushing and pulling them down, slowly bending at the waist the lower they got. What a tight ass! I dropped to my knees from the couch and leaned into her, stooping slightly to have my nose near her ass. "Damn, you smell good." I reach out with my tongue and give her a long lick on her left cheek. "I can taste the salt from your sweat. Is your cunt sweaty, too." "Yes, I'm soooo wet now. I was wet at the gym, too....had to quit because I'd soaked through my shorts and sweat pants.... I knew I was going to come here and I got so hot thinking about what might happen here....what I was hoping would happen...." I grabbed her hips and turned her around, "Lean on the arm. I'm going to lick your ass, slut. Is that what you like?" "OOOOOoooooo, that's nasty....", she moaned as I spread her cheeks. I buried my nose right against her butthole and breathed in, savoring the sharp, tangy smell of her most private place. "Ooooooooo, you're soooo fucking nasty, Rob......" "What? Someone licking your ass? Or is it licking your ass when it's soooo dirty right now? The smell is intoxicating, L. I love this. My first wife learned to like this. She would go a couple of days without showering just to give me this. You taste wonderful!" "Touch my cunt, touch my cunt, please..." "Move over, slut. Put your head on the cushion." She moves over, her knees shaking as she shifts over. Her cheeks spread more as she lays her head down again. "Spread your legs more, slut!" "Please...." "What? Touch your cunt? Can you see your juices?! You're leaking so much, L.! Feel your cunt, slut!" "I knooow...I can feel it. What are you doing? Where'd you go?" "I'm taking my pants off, slut. I want to be comfortable while I eat this ass. Look between your legs so you can see me jerk off." "Put your tongue back, Rob.....I've got two fingers in my pussy, now another.....ooooo, god, this feels good....tongue my asshole, fucker! Ungh......oooooh..." The mix of smells and tastes are driving me nuts! Her asshole flexes and pulses as I alternate between licking and sucking on it. Slowly it relaxes and I can start stabbing my tongue into the hole! "Are you shoving it in me?! Oooooohhhmmmyyyyygoooooodddd thatfeelsgoodRoboooo..." Her hand is slapping my chin as she pumps it in and out of her cunt. The sounds coming from her are adding to the mix of my slurping and her moaning. Suddenly her knees collapse, and she's laying face down on the couch, her ass hanging off the side. "Cummingcumming..." she pants and quivers. I'm not done; I've not felt this excited in a long while and I wanted more of that ass. "I'm going to fuck this ass, slut! I've got to, but first I want to lube it with some of your cunt juices. Can I have your ass, bitch? Do you want me to fuck your ass? Can you handle my dick pumping in and out of your back hole?! Talk to me, slut!!" "Yes, yes....I want it...fuck me...fuck my ass...put it in me.....please......fuck me..." "Spread your ass, then, help me fuck you, L. OOOOOoooo, that's so beautiful....your asshole is open a little already.....let me help you open it some more.......here's my fingers..." "aaaaaaaaaggggghhhhhh.....oooooo, that hurts....goslowpleeease...." I see her hand move between her legs. She's complaining it hurts, but she's frigging her cunt again. I pull my fingers out and drop down a bit to dip them into her cunt. "Oooooyeah... fingerfuckme......mmmmmmm..." I lean down and start licking her asshole again while slipping a third finger into her cunt. She's so wet it fits in easily and I bottom out to the last knuckle, pulling out just to push it back in again. The smell of her pussy and ass drive me mad with desire. I want this ass, this cunt, this woman. I'll do anything to have her again and again. I take my fingers from her and stand upright on my knees. "I'm taking this cunt, slut. Keep frigging that clit," and I shove my dick into her pussy. My god, it's exquisite! To think three kids and I don't know how many men have stretched this pussy, and it's as tight as it is now. My hips slam into her ass, slapping against her cheeks. I watch them ripple and quiver with each push forward. I'm not going to make it to take that ass, though. I can feel the urge to come building rapidly. "Your cunt is wonderful, L. I love this feeling, feeling your fingers brushing against my balls, knowing you're husband doesn't know I'm taking his hole. I'm going to cum in your cunt, slut, I'm going to cum in your cunt!" "YES!!!!! DO IT!! I want it, I waaaannnttttttiiiiiiittttt................" She came just before I did, flooding me with more of her juices. I grab her hips for leverage and really start pounding into her. "OOOOOohhhhhhhhhyesssssssss, harderharderharder!!!!!!!!" That did it. I started shooting my load in her hot cunt. "Here, here, ungh, good god, yes, fuck, in you now, bitch.......fuck......." I couldn't help it. Laurie was limp under me, moaning continuously as I came in her. Her ass and crotch were soaked with our juices and sweat. I collapsed on the floor, my head resting on the calves of her legs. Even exhausted as I was I couldn't help but start licking and rubbing my face in the fluids draining down her inner thighs. I grabbed one of the throw pillows off the couch to support my head as I worked my way up her legs to the v of her crotch. She didn't move as I shifted about.... I just couldn't get enough of this! "Nomorenomore....please....I've died....Rob....please....." So I just laid there, feeling the juices drying on my face, and my crotch. My dick was still semi-hard and I started stroking it again, reliving what we'd just done. I noticed how wet the carpet was under my shoulders and reveled in the knowledge that I was the one who made her soooo wet. Laurie I have wanted Laurie for a long time, ever since she was around 18 and had turned into a beautiful, sexual woman. She is now 49, 5'6" tall about 120 pounds with 38C breasts that are gorgeous. Her ass is to die for. She is married to Tom and also is my wife's cousin. Because of that I have never done anything about my lust for her until now. I am 56, 6' tall about 280 pounds. I have a 9" cock that I would love to give to her. We were all at a party for another of my wife's cousins birthday. Laurie and I had always playfully flirted with each other. I was getting myself something to drink when she came in and we started talking. She told me that her husband was going to be gone over the weekend and I knew that her two kids were off to school and she would be alone. I then put my plan in motion. I knew the code to open the garage door, I would enter the house that way in the night. I waited until midnight and started over to the house. I told my wife that I had to go into work as there was a problem. I arrived at Laurie's home around a half hour later. I put in the code and opened the garage door. After closing the door I entered the house and listened for any sounds that she might be awake. Hearing none I slowly went up stairs and down the hall towards her bedroom. Looking into each other bedroom to make sure that there was no one else at home. I made my way to he door to her bedroom and peered in. Laurie was sound asleep. I slowly and quietly took my clothes off, my cock was already hard as a rock. I quietly moved into her room and slowly went to her side of the bed. Laurie was laying on her back, uncovered, dressed in a light blue lacy night gown that just covered her sweet ass. Her gorgeous breasts were straining against the material. Her nipples and areoles visible through the lace. I trimmed bush showed beneath the gown. My cock was already dripping pre-cum just looking at her. Here was my main fantasy lying in front of me nearly naked and beautiful as ever. Her head was kind of turned toward the side of the bed. I took my 9" cock in my hand and carefully moved it to her lips. I slowly and lightly rubbed the head of it over her lips coating them with my fluid as it was now flowing out. I reached down and lightly caressed her right breast. As I did her nipple started responding, getting hard and growing to about ½". She let out a light moan. I continued to lightly run my cock over her lips as I caressed her breast. Her lips parted slightly and I slipped the head partially into her mouth. While doing this I moved my hand from her breast and slowly ran it down to her pussy. I softly moved my entire hand over her mound and slowly massaged her. As I did she let out another soft moan and started to softly suck on the head of my cock. Laurie started moving her hips against my hand. I let a finger dip slowly into the folds of her lips. She was moist to the touch. I pushed it in a little farther and started to move it in and out of her pussy. I pushed in a second finger slowly fucking her with both of them. She had started moving her hips more with the motion of my fingering her now hot, wet pussy. Laurie started sucking on my cock harder and I slid it further into her hot mouth. I started to slowly fuck her mouth with my cock. Her mouth felt like a hot glove around it. Her breathing was fast and heavy as it felt like she was moving to an orgasm on my fingers. After a couple of minutes Laurie's body stiffened and she cried out around my cock as she came on my hand. Her pussy juice flowed from her as she came hard. As she did her eyes opened and she saw that I was not her husband. She tried to say something but I kept my cock in her and continued to fuck her mouth with it. I felt my balls tighten and new that I was close. My cock started to spasm and my cum boiled up and into her mouth. I told her that I was cumming and to swallow it. She gagged and then swallowed all she could. I came hard and she did the best she could, some of my hot cum leaked out and down her cheek and chin. After I finished I pulled out of her mouth but kept my fingers in her hot pussy, fucking her. Laurie screamed at me to stop what I was doing all the while moving her hips, fucking my fingers. I told her to stop yelling that I was going to have her and I was going to make her feel very good in the process. I leaned down and kissed her lips. She fought back for a minute and then as I kept my fingers in her she responded and kissed me back. Our tongues met and we hungrily kissed each other. I moved onto the bed and broke the kiss. I told her to relax, that I wouldn't hurt her. I used my free hand and caressed her breasts. Her nipples were hard as tacks. I kissed my way down from her lips to her neck, nibbling and licking her with my tongue. I continued down to her breasts, I pulled the gown from them and took each nipple in turn and kissed, sucked and nibbled on them. Laurie was responding quickly to my caresses and my fucking her dripping pussy with my fingers. She was crying out, "Oh Don, oh my god it's good!!" Her body responded to me as I sucked on her nipples. "Oh my god, Oh Don, don't stop, please don't stop!" I moved down from her tits and kissed my way down her stomach to her hot cunt. When I reached her pussy I spread her lips and her clit came out of hiding. I ran my tongue over it and she exploded. Her orgasm shook her whole body as I continued to eat her hot, wet pussy. I slid my tongue into her sucked all of the juices out of her that I could. She was delicious. As she came I quickly moved up and kissed her. Her tongue sucked on mine as she tasted herself for the first time. I lined up my cock and thrust it into her hot cunt. She cried out, "OH FUCK, OH GOD, DON FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OHHHH FUCK ME!!!!! I bottomed out my cock against her cervix and pulled it almost all of the way back out. I pushed it back in. Laurie was panting and moaning continually. "OH, OH, OH, OH MY GOD YOUR HUGE!!" "FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARDER WITH THAT COCK!!" she cried out. I filled her pussy with my cock as I continued to give it to her in long hard strokes. She was cumming continuously in a long orgasm that was a sight to behold. Her body was glistening with sweat, her mouth open in passion as I pummeled her. She continued to cry out, panting, "OH FUCK, OH, OH FUCK, GOD, OH GOD, GIVE IT TO ME, PLEASE DON'T STOP!!! 'FUCK MEEEEE!!!!" I gave her just what she was screaming for, my 9" cock, hard and long, fucking her hot, wet, dripping pussy. Laurie put her legs around my back, pulling me in deeper. The head of my cock parted her cervix and I kept fucking her. My cock was a demon in her, it seemed to have a mind of it's own. I felt my balls tighten again and I told her that I was getting ready to cum. She cried out, "CUM, CUM IN MY PUSSY, FUCK IT HARD DON, GIVE ME YOUR SEED!!" With that my balls erupted and I shot into her cervix. I shot five or six times into her hot box until my cum was coming out of her and running down over her ass onto the bed. As I came she came again, holding onto me like her life depended on it. I kept sliding my cock in and out of her until she came down and it started to get soft. I pulled out of her dripping cunt and took her in my arms holding her softly. She reached down and took my cock in her hand softly stroking it. "Why did you do this to me," she asked? I told her that I had wanted to do that for a long, long time and when I found out that Tom was gone and the kids were gone I had to do it. Laurie told me that she was glad that she did. She continued to stroke my cock, as it started to harden again she leaned down and took it in her mouth. She sucked, licked and stroked it until she cleaned all of our combined juices from me, the she took me deep into her throat as I shot another load into her mouth. She sucked me until I was through then she lay back with me, I held her in my arms and we fell asleep. More to follow......maybe that sweet ass!! Laurie Laurie the dancer I met the woman of my dreams at a topless dance club. I know that doesn’t seem like the place to find true love, but the bizarre relationship works for us. Laurie was the main attraction, by far and away the main attraction, in a host of lovely young girls at a well-known local strip joint. Of medium height, Laurie has black, lustrous, raven hair that curls below her shoulders. A Latin heritage, perhaps Mexican, gives her a creamy, bronzed skin. Her body is curvaceous, the way the goddess’s of the fifties were. Her lovely breasts are a handful, not too big, whiuch assures that they are not enhanced. Athletic kegs are well-portioned, and best of all, she had an ass that is to die for. Laurie always wears red lipstick that accents her entire face and lines her full mouth. But for all her fabulous attributes, it is her face and finally her eyes that get you. Black orbs glow with a dark, sultry, almost ominous glare. When those eyes set on you, her expression gives her the appearance that she is total command, as if she is superior to everyone. It is no secret that between the two of us, she definitely is superior, in looks, in experience and assurance. After two weeks of visiting the club nightly, shelling out tens and twenties like candy, and treating me like a favored pet, Laurie invited me to coffee after work. Nodding enthusiastically, my tongue tied in knots, I agreed. We met at a nearby Denny’s. I was waiting in a booth when she walked in. Walked isn’t really the appropriate term. She strode in, head held high, clad in a black leather jacket, a black leather mini-skirt, dark nylons and black high heels with very long heels. She looked like a Goddess. A wicked Goddess. Normally, I can hold my own with people, conversing easily, but with her I could hardly talk. She had to pull the conversation out of me. I sat there staring at her like she was some perfect work of art. Thankfully, she found my shyness amusing. Once we got past the usual chit-chat she asked me what I was into. I didn’t understand what she meant and talked about sports, books, movies and such. Still smiling, she inquired about my love life. For some reason, I confessed to things that I’ve never told anyone else. I told her about losing my wife, how she ran away with another man and how broke up I was about it. A good listener, she absorped the whole story. At times I felt as though she was evaluating me. The night ended at the table. I asked if I could see her again and she said that I could take her shopping on Saturday, but if I wanted to continue seeing her I wasn’t allowed to come to the club anymore. When I asked why, she answered that she made the rules and that was one of them. At that point I was willing to do anything to see her again so, like the fool I was, I agreed. The concession was the first in a long line of giving into her demands. The four days until Saturday were filled with eager anticipation. I couldn’t wait until I saw her again and spent every night jerking off while imaging doing things to her that I had only dreamed of in my mind. In the back of my mind I knew she was more woman than I could handle, but I didn’t care. The mere fact that such a brazen beauty would spend time with me made me want her all the more. Saturday came. We went shopping. I bought her flowers. I spent a fortune on her as we wandered through the mall. It was as if she was testing me, checking to see if I would say no to any of her selections. I couldn’t. All she had to do was stop and look at some article of clothing and I rushed to purchase it for her. Most of the outfits were the sexy kind that she would wear on stage. “Will it bother you knowing that I’m going to wear this for other men?” she asked, holding up a naughty, sexy teddy that would display all of her assets to the audience. “Will you get jealous that other men, horny men, will see me in this and you won’t?” She asked these questions as she fondled the brief undergarment. Her eyes pored deep into me, again like she was measuring my response to see if I was up to the challenge. “Yes,” I said. “It will make me jealous. I would do anything to see you in that.” “What if I say you can’t see me in it?” As she asked the question, her eyes narrowed as they pierced my soul. “Then I won’t. I’ll sit at home and dream about you. How incredibly sexy you are, and wish I could be there. I’ll be jealous, I’ll envy the other men, but I’ll fantasize about you and get turned on thinking about you in it.” She nodded at my response. “That’s a good answer. You have to realize that by being with me there will be things I won’t allow you to do. But that’s part of it. You’ll have to accept the relationship on my terms.” I was lost in the depths of her wicked eyes. Again I agreed. “Will it turn you on, knowing that I am showing myself off to other men?” She laughed when I nodded, as though she was going to enjoy the fact that my role was the part of the jealous boyfriend. She handed me the teddy. I bought it. This went on for over two months. Every Saturday I would take her shopping and buy her things. That was the only day I could see her, but she consumed my every waking thought when she wasn’t around. Unable to resist the lure of being close to her, I would sit outside the club, parked in my car, wishing I could go inside. But I would never disobey her. Even the Saturdays got to the point where they were limited. They always turned out the same way; I had to get her back by six, as she had to get ready for work. I never complained because I was grateful for every second she gave me. She bewitched me. During our time together I took pride in carrying her packages and walking around with her. Even though she walked beside me all of the men in the mall checked her out, awed by her wild, haughty, incredibly sexy appearance. A lot of women gave her the once over too, some disdainfully, others jealously, and some with lust in their eyes. One time, after a day of shopping she said she wanted to see my house. Driving over, I couldn’t resist peeking at her legs. Her skirt rode up to mid-thigh revealing the shapely form of her perfect leg. Shifting in my seat, I tried to find room for my growing member. A smug grin settled on her face as she noticed the effect her gams had on me. Once inside, she inspected the house room by room, walking slowly as though she was a potential buyer. As I watched I noticed that she seemed impressed with the size of the place and the quality of the belongings. I had a lot of money and spent it on my possessions. The house and furnishings were top of the line and I hoped they impressed her. “This will do,” she said as we returned to the front room. “What do you mean?” I asked. “I’ll move in. After the honeymoon.” “Honeymoon?” My heart pounded with excitement. “No, don’t get all excited. We’re not getting married. But in order for me to move in you’re going to have to treat me to a honeymoon vacation. You have to earn the right to have me in your place. Understand?” I agreed eagerly, with dreams in my heart. My hopes were that I would finally get to know her in the fantasy ways I dreamed about. I booked two weeks in Hawaii the very next day, choosing one of the best hotels on the island. When I called, Laurie informed me I couldn’t see her until the day of the flight. One of the provisions was to take out a new credit card that had a five thousand dollar limit and send it to her, so she could buy clothes to wear on the trip. Once on the the flight I could hardly contain my excitement. Sitting next to her was not only thrilling, it was an honor. For most of the trip, I could barely keep my eyes off of her. Finally she tired of my ogling and told me to go sit somewhere else as I was bothering her. The rest of the flight I spent watching her talk to some lucky guy who flirted outrageously with her. On land, I rushed us to the hotel, anxious to get her alone. That night I was a bundle of nerves. The dinner went slowly and I could hardly think of a thing to say. The drinks flowed and we both consumed freely. Little things throughout the evening made it apparent that she knew how much I wanted her and she played me like a cat with a mouse. A casual shot of her luscious legs, a tilt of her head so I could peer down her dress, almost any movement caused me to become further aroused. Back in the room I finally got the chance to be with her alone. As I closed the door, she kissed me on the cheek giving me instructions to wait for her. With the walk of a stripper, she wiggled away towards the bathroom. After a few lonely minutes, she strutted out clad only in black panties and a matching black bra. The color of the clothing matched her hair and offset her dark skin. There was a wicked sneer on her face like she was performing on stage and knew very well the effect her body had on men, and especially me. I stood like a stone, transfixed by her sensuality. Wanting to be ready, I had stripped to my shorts. I stood, nervous and anxious. Laurie moved toward the bed. Unsure of my role, I waited for her to tell me what to do. The grin remained glued on her face as she lay seductively on the bed. A small tent appeared on the surface of my shorts. Not being much of a lady’s man, I hoped my little guy would prove adequate. Lauried beckoned me over. As I crept across the room, my cock strained with anticipation. I hoped I wouldn’t explode prematurely. Once at the bed, I lay awkwardly on top of her. As I was partially to her side, she allowed my eager lips to find hers. Her full lips swallowed my own and her tongue attacked my open mouth darting in and out, totally in command. All rationality deserted me as lust overwhelmed me. The softness of her full body against me, my penis rubbing against her thigh, the emotion, the months of waiting, the build-up, all combined to overload my system. It was too much for me and I erupted in my shorts. Moaning in exquisite ecstasy, I fell off of her, the wet front of my shorts giving away my response. She chuckled in a sort of a snort. Coming down from the high I realized what I had done. The opportunity of a lifetime was wasted. I had a chance to make love with the woman of my dreams and I blew it, in more ways than one. My initial sexual experience with my Goddess was over in seconds. I couldn’t believe it. Embarrassed, I rushed to the bathroom to change my soiled shorts. Rummaging through my suitcase I discovered that I had not packed any underwear. “Shit,” I cursed. “What’s the matter? Besides the obvious.” Her chuckling added to my humiliation. “I didn’t pack any underwear and these are soaked.” I stood naked in the room. I heard her moving about. She opened the door and glanced at my shrunken manhood. She laughed out loud. “Well, no wonder. I knew you were small, but this.” She waved at my appendage. “This is ridiculous. That’s not small. That’s insignificant. Here.” She threw me a pair of her panties. “Put those on. They’re much more suitable anyway.” She shook her head again as she surveyed my embarrassed little member. “That explains a lot.” “I can’t wear these,” I protested. “It’s no big deal.” I wasn’t sure whether she meant wearing the panties or the state of my manhood. “I wear them all the time. If they’re good enough for me they should be good enough for you. If you want to sleep with me, you’ll wear them.” Her words were enough to convince me. Maybe I would get another chance at her delicious charms. As I reentered the room she had returned to the bed. Patting the sheet, she indicated for me to join her. As I lay down, I tried to think of a decent explanation. “Laurie, I’m sorry about that incident earlier. I was just so excited about being with you after all this time that I sort of overdid it.” She smiled. “Don’t worry about it. I didn’t expect much from you anyway.” “What do you mean?” I asked. Her hand snuck under the sheet and fondled my little soldier through the confines of the tight panties. Her efforts were useless. Once satiated, my little guy usually retreated for some time. “This is such a cute little thing,” she giggled. She grabbed my hand. “Here, feel my clit.” She rubbed my fingers against her pussy folds through her panties. It felt odd laying there, both of us playing with each other over the smooth fabric of our underwear. “See, my clitty is almost as big as yours. Or maybe I should say that your clitty is almost as big as mine.” As confused as I was about her meaning, I disregarded her comments as a feeling of excitement surged through me. The little guy was trying his best to come around. “Since you got to have your fun, I think it’s time you repaid me for the favor. What do you think?” Without waiting for me to answer she tugged her panties down and tossed them across the room. Grabbing me by my head she pushed me down until my head was between her long legs. “It’s time for you to learn how to please me.” My tongue sought the luxury of her folds. “Lick away, pussy licker.” Settling between her legs I worked at pleasing her. “You’re going to be the best little pussy licker ever. Won’t that be nice?” I started getting excited, just from pleasing her. My tongue licked with reverence. “Ooh, that’s it, lap gently. Now harder. Stick your tongue inside once in a while. Circle the clitty with your mouth. Suck. Now lick with just the tip of your tongue.” The night was instructional. I learned a lot. Mostly, I learned what it felt like to worship the pussy of Laurie. To my surprise, the act of devotion was one of the most erotic experiences of my pathetic love life. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more sexually charged than at the fount of her womanhood. We spent the first night just teaching me what she liked. After her third orgasm she seemed satisfied with my progress and turned over and went to sleep. The next night went the same as the first except we skipped the part where I tried to penetrate her. She stripped, I slinked between her legs, and began to worship my beloved pussy. As I got better she quit giving me instructions and settled for compliments and insults. For some reason, both were exciting. “Ooh, that’s good pussy licker, use your worthless tongue. It’s a good thing that you have at least one decent appendage. Is your tongue becoming addicted to my delicious pussy? Do you love to taste the juices of Laurie’s hot, nasty cunt? Get used to it, it’s as close as you’re ever going to get to my twat.” The two weeks we spent in Hawaii ended the same each night. She disrobed and I serviced her hot pussy with my adoring mouth. Laurie was right about one thing. I was becoming addicted to her taste. For some strange reason, being glued to her nasty cunt became the ultimate in sensuality. With little resistance, I became a converted pussy licker, or as she called me eventually, her little pussy slave. I learned it all, when to lick softly, how to lick hard. I knew when to suck and when to lap. I recognized how to nibble and when to tease. I remembered when to go real fast and when to enter her delicious pussy with my tongue. I tried it all. Every trick was seared into my enfeebled brain. Each response remembered and catalogued so that I knew when and how to please her. It was a challenge that I eagerly accepted. I wanted nothing more than to be the best pussy-licking slave that she ever knew. One night, instead of lying on her back as I performed my pleasant duty, she threw me onto my back. Straddling my head, she lowered her magnificent cunt right to my awaiting mouth. There was something even more exciting about this position. Watching her sit on my face, her beautiful breasts jutting out above me, her eyes piercing mine, combined to heighten the feeling of ecstasy more than ever. Another time, she invited me to shower with her. There I was allowed to wash her gorgeous body, soaping every part before kneeling to worship her in the cascading water. Again, the lasting impression formed in my mind was the subservient position and the humble way in which I feasted at her nasty cunt. My hands held the cheeks of her luscious ass as my mouth and tongue performed their duty. One morning, she called me to the bathroom as she brushed her teeth. As I entered the sight before me left me dazed. Naked, she leaned slightly over the counter, the brush in her mouth, her eyes fixed on mine. She continued to brush while I waited, wondering what she wanted. “Well?” The words hung in the air. My mouth was agape. “Get to it. I need a quickie this morning.” She indicated with a jerk of her head that I was supposed to perform my duty from behind. All of my performances previously had been on the bed, lying between her legs. We had never done it that way before. I wasn’t sure exactly how I was supposed to get at her from behind. Her eyes blazed. All resistance disappeared. Dropping to my knees, I crawled to her backside. Already converted to being a pussy-licker, I have to confess that I’ve always had this thing for rear ends, especially fleshy ones like Lauries. A gorgeous derriere gets me going like no other part of other womanly attributes. As I crawled closer, I saw the most gorgeous ass I had ever had the honor of seeing. Stopping inches away, the view I had was definitely up close and personal. Salivating, my poor brain recognized the admiration I had for Laurie’s perfect rear end. In some part of my mind I remembered a comment from a guy at the nightclub. He was talking with one of his buddies when he said, ‘Laurie’s got a great ass.” “Yeah, she does. It’s the kind of ass you want to kiss.” I thought at the time that the observation was a strange one. I didn’t understand how anyone would want to kiss someone’s ass. The whole thing sounded sort of degrading, almost perverted. As I came face to face with Laurie’s luscious butt I finally got it. Being her pussy-locker was one thing. Being an ass-kisser was something entirely different. Pussy-licking is usually a prelimainary act to something more. Ass-licking is a form of submission, degrading in nature. Despite the dire implications, my lips, with a mind of their own, brushed against a soft cheek. A moan, somewhere from the heart of me, escaped my throat. A chuckle, almost evil in nature, filled the room. “You can do that later,” she said. “Right now, I need your mouth where it belongs. On my pussy.” Even with her tilted towards the mirror I could barely reach the nether lips of her precious pussy. My nose fit nicely into the crack of her buttocks, touching the hole. The postion was degrading but in a good way, an erotic, exciting way. When she came from my oral adorations, I felt the electric sensation race through her body all the way through her and into me. Laurie leaned against the counter and breathed deeply. Usually, I continued licking her, gently, as she descended from the orgasm. As I left the area of my worship, I planted another kiss on her ass. After licking the soft skin of her globe, my tongue, with a mind of its own, invaded the place my nose rubbed against. It snaked out and entered the puckered hole. I crossed the barrier. In a one quick moment, I had become her ass licker. Our nightly sessions included ass worship as well as pussy devotion from then on. Laurie seemed delighted at my desire to lick her scrumptious ass. My descent down the path of depravity didn’t end there. Before we left Hawaii Laurie found a new use for my tongue. Another summons to the bathroom found her seated on the toilet. The door faced the porcelain stool and I could see the drops of liquid drip from the matted hair of her pussy. Instead of revulsion at the sight of her pee, all I saw was the chance to lick her beloved womanhood. Laurie The smile on her face should have told me what she wanted. It didn’t matter. I no longer needed to be instructed of my purpose in life. Without taking my eyes from the object of my desire I dropped to my knees and crawled to her. Her legs spread as far as they could and I worked my way between them. The taste was new and different as I licked the droplets from the lips of her cunt. It didn’t matter. I was in love with her pussy. On the way home I peeked at her as she slept. At this time I was totally under her control. The realization came as no surprise. I wouldn’t have it any other way. As I drifted into a peaceful slumber I remembered that we never did consummate our relationship. My poor little guy never did make it into the entrance of her powerful pussy. But I never felt happier. On the long flight she awoke after a while. I felt her stirring and sat up. She smiled as she rose from her seat, leaning over she whispered in my ear. “You’ve been so good. Since you spent so much on me I’m going to give you a special treat. Meet me in the rest room in five minutes.” The hot breath on my skin sent shivers down my spine. Long moments later. I knocked on the door. It cracked open and I squeezed inside. Laurie was atop the sink; her legs spread wide, her panties off. Without a word I sank to my knees before her and planted my face in her pussy. Wasting no time, the novelty adding to the thrill, I licked feverishly, my lust knowing no bounds. She must have not fastened the latch because in the middle of my adoration the door opened. “Excuse me.” A deep voice resounded. I tried to pull back from her but was prevented by her hand. It held me tightly against her womanhood so I continued with my task. “Can I help you?” Laurie asked giggling as she spoke. “It looks like you’re already getting all the help you need.” The deep voice said obviously amused. “Oh him. He just takes care of my oral needs.” She reached down and pulled my shirt out of my pants. Grabbing the top of the panties I had on she yanked them up, exposing the silky fabric The man chuckled. “Isn’t that cute?” While busy trying to please her I could feel him draw closer. “If he only takes care of you oral needs, what do you do when you need something else?” Laurie held my head, stopping me from my devotion. “When I have real needs, I seek a real man.” Clutching my head with her thigns, she asked, “Do you know any?” To my chagrin, the man and my beloved chatted while I continued my devotion. There was a part of me that felt extremely humiliated being caught eating my girlfriend as the two of them conversed. The strange thing is that part of me was tremendously excited. When they finsished their conversation, the man closed the door and I was allowed to finish my task unobserved. After a few minutes, Laurie groaned with her orgasm. Allowing me to lick for another minute, she finally pushed me away. “Go now. I have other needs.” As I left the restroom, Laurie remained behind. As I walked back to my seat I passed an aisle of rugged men who were whispering to each other. They laughed when I went by. Somehow I managed to get through the plane ride. As I watched in extreme jealousy, Laurie was visited by a number of the men from that aisle. It seemed that each one snickered at me as they cam out of the room. I couldn’t wait until the flight was over and we could go home. Once in the house I had this ridiculous notion that things would finally become normal. Of course, it wasn’t to be. Laurie had other ideas. She laid down the rules from the moment we settled in. The first and most significant development was her possession of the master bedroom. When she stated she was going to move in I was thrilled but then she added the caveat that I was to move to the guest room. The thought of her being so close was enough for me so I agreed. Surprising me further, she gave me a present. “You’ve given me so much lately that I felt you should have something from me. I owe you this. I spent a long time getting the right gift, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.” My heart almost burst. “I’m overwhelmed. Thank you. Anything from you, I’ll treasure forever.” When I opened the package I discovered seven pairs of dark silk panties. Each one was embroidered in a soft, pink color. The day of the week was printed on the front and on the back were the words ‘property of Laurie.’ I looked up, my mouth wide open. “I don’t get it. What are these?” My heart was beating very fast. I don’t know if it was because of the embarrassment or the excitement. “Now that we’re together, I want to make sure that you don’t cheat on me. If you wear these all the time, you’ll be too embarrassed to undress in front of another woman. You do want to stay true to me, don’t you?” By this time I was so hooked on her pussy that I knew I would anything she wanted so I agreed. She nodded. Smiling at my acquiescence. The next part of her new rules was then explained to me. “I’m used to a certain way. You’ve seen that because of my work. I find that it’s necessary to set up the same kind of reward system at home. Because they are so simple, men find it easier that way.” I wasn’t sure exactly what she meant as she continued. “When you buy me gifts and give me money, I’ll allow your servile tongue to seek it’s pleasure on my pussy. For 15 minutes. More gifts and more money grants you more time between my legs. Do you understand?” I nodded. Over the months I figured out her system. It was really so simple that even I could understand. For example, once, for her birthday I gave her $1000. Smiling, she led me to her bedroom, took off her panties and sat against the pillows. I snuggled between her legs and worshipped her beloved pussy for an hour. To add to my pleasure, I was blessed with four of her orgasms. It was the best present I ever received. The relationship was totally one-sided and alas, I never did get to put my little toy in her. But I got good at the oral devotion and learned to cherish every moment. Most times, I could get her to come after licking gently, nibbling softly, and then lapping like a thirsty animal. For my relief I tried to time my release by rubbing against the bed while I worshipped, but most of the time she pushed me away before I came and i had to go jack off in my bedroom while she slept. Wanting her all to myself, I tried to get her to quit her job as a dancer. We didn’t need the money but she insisted on keeping her job. She told me she enjoyed being the center of attention and all the men drooling for her. After much pleading and a substantial monetary gift, I got her to cut back to only performing on the weekends. However, that still caused problems. Most men worked during the week so they could stay out all night during the weekend. Laurie kept coming home later and later, sometimes not until early the next morning. Usually, her hair was messed up, her clothes askew. When I asked what she had been doing she wouldn’t answer, pushing me aside and retreating to her bedroom. Imaging all kinds of things did not lessen my desire for her luscious pussy. Even though I knew she had been with another man, I still begged her to allow me to lick her. I couldn’t help it, she always seemed so sensual when she came home. Laughing at my pathetic pleas, she informed me that she had worked up quite a sweat and she might taste different. I didn’t care. I needed to demonstrate my total devotion. Taking pity on me, she stripped and lay on the bed. When I was at the place of my worship she called me a special name. “That’s it my little slut girl. Clean up my pussy. Clean out all of the mess down there. Eat it up, you little cum-drinking slut.” During one such encounter I commented how she must of danced a lot that night. “Why do you say that, little cum-licker?” She asked. “You’re a lot more sweaty down here than usual.” Her laughter filled the room. I never understood why that amused her so. One weekend she didn’t come home until Sunday evening. She seemed especially happy but she wouldn’t tell me where she had been. My advances were shunned, even after promising a significant amount of money. “I’m afraid you’d suffer in comparison.” Lauried consented to marry me finally, but only under certain provisions. Completely under her spell I agreed to everything including letting her take the honeymoon with one of her lovers. I still get to lick her, even though I live in the basement now. Her lover moved in and after they finish making love I get to clean her ravashed pussy. The only scary thing is that she is talking about making me clean him too one day. Laurie June 1987 My name is Jim, and I work as a consultant for a large consulting firm in the United States. I work out of an office in Miami, and I have had a very good career with this company. Fortunately for me, I am able to retire at 40 and enjoy the quiet life. I have been fortunate with investments, and I had a good lottery win, and although it wasn't lucky my parents passed away and left me a sizable inheritance. These combined have given me enough of a portfolio to let me retire at a very early age. I was sitting in my office working on reports on the last day of work trying to tie up some loose ends. It was about three thirty and I had three reports to finish before I left for good. The three reports were going to make some people very happy because with some small suggestions, the bar and the two restaurants that I had been working with could really turn their businesses to real huge affairs. Just as I was finishing one report, Betty, (a.k.a. blowjob Betty), stuck her head in the door and asked if I wanted to go for a couple of drinks after work. I turned her down knowing that the night would have ended up with me getting my brains fucked out. Hence the nickname. I kept working and soon had the three reports finished. I put them in their folders and went to the office of my boss. Laurie waved me in as she finished a phone call. I handed her the reports and said that this should make the clients very happy. She read them over and she agreed. We talked for a bit and I could tell that she knew something was up. She finally asked me, " What is bothering you, you seem on edge?" I said, " I have to tell you something else, and I am having trouble because we have become good friends and I have a huge amount of respect for you even if you are 14 years my junior." She said, "Just tell me." I started, " This is my last day, I have turned in my papers and I have retired as of tonight. I have arranged it all with human recourse, and they have already found a replacement for me. He is coming from the Seattle office." Laurie looked at me kind of stunned. She said, "How come you didn't say anything sooner. I would have liked to have had a chance to arrange something of a going away party." I told her, "That is why I didn't say anything, I didn't want a party and I just wanted to go out quietly." She said, "Well at least let me take you to dinner and we can have a nice good bye." I agreed, and she got on the phone and made reservations at a restaurant that I had heard of but had never been too. She wrote out the address and told me that there was a dress code, suit and tie was a must. I left work and headed home to have a shower and change. I arrived at the restaurant about ten minutes early and I waited in the lobby for Laurie. She arrived, and the way she was dressed, she made the statement HERE I AM. She was dressed in a black sheath dress, with a diamond necklace, and she wore three inch spike shoes. She wore white diamond perfume, and I had an instant hard on. As we were walked to out table, every guy and even a few women watched us walk by. I just loved being able to sit at the table with her, and know that just about every guy in the place wanted her. Hell, I had wanted her for about three years now. We had an amazing dinner, and polished off a couple bottles of wine. We talked about everything and anything, and it soon became late and the dining room was closing. We left and as we walked out the door, Laurie said, "Come up to my condo for a drink, I live in the building and we can have a night cap or two." We went up and as soon as we had closed the door to her condo, she grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall. She kissed me hard and fast and got on her knees. She opened my pants and took out my cock. She licked and sucked on it for about ten seconds and then put it back in my pants. She stood up and said, " there is a lot more where that came from." I kissed her hard and long and as I did, I turned her so that her back was to the wall. I leaned over and kissed her left breast and then got on my knees. I lifted her dress and was greeted by a naked pussy. I licked it dragging my tongue slowly along the lips. I got to her clit and I sucked on it slowly, and I heard her moan deeply. I pulled her dress down again and stood up. I kissed her hard again, and said, " There is a whole lot more of that and more where that came from." Laurie almost ripped my jacket taking off me, and she grabbed my tie and pulled me to her bedroom. When we got there she grabbed my shirt and ripped it off me. She just about destroyed my pants and soon I was naked in front of her except for my tie. I took hold of her dress and pulled it over her head and she was naked, as he wore no bra or panties. I pulled of my tie as she pulled down the bedding and we were soon in bed kissing. I let my hands roam all over her body, caressing her tits and ass and rubbing her pussy that was getting very wet. I started to work my way down to her breasts and when I got there I suck slowly and patiently on them listening to her moan and hiss as she got hornier and hornier. I started to kiss my way to her pussy and she tried to stop me. I moved her hands and kept going. She didn't put up much of a fight. When I got to her pussy, I could smell of her pussy, that sweet musky odour of horniness. Her pussy was already leaking juice and I let my tongue lap it up tasting her sweetness. She moaned even harder and started to squirm. As I continued to lap her pussy, she was starting to beg for more, so I slowly stuck my tongue into her pussy and she started to whimper, "God yes, oh God that feels so good, Oh God, Yessssssssssssssssss, Fuck yes, I am going to cum." Within seconds, she started to buck and I just tried to keep licking as she bucked on the bed. As she started to slow down, I slowly slid up her body, bringing the sweet juice of her pussy up to her mouth on my lips. She kissed me hard, and sucked the juice off of my lips. I looked at her and she had a smile on her lips and a look of lust in her eyes. She said, "God, fuck me now, fill me with your cock." I started to slid my cock into her, and I soon was buried balls deep in her pussy. She wrapped her legs around me, and we soon were in an erotic rhythm as we fucked hard. I had fucked her for about two minutes when I felt my balls tighten, and I knew that I was going to cum. I told her and I tried to pull out. She grabbed my ass, and held me in and I had no choice but to shoot my hot load in her. As I started to shoot she kissed me hard and long and her tongue was inside my mouth fighting with my tongue. I laid on top of her kissing her, until my cock softened and slowly slip out of her. When I was out, I rolled over and laid beside her. She cuddled up and had her head on my chest. She said, "When was the first time you wanted to have sex with me?" I said, "the first time I was in your office. When we were looking over a report. I wanted you to turn and suck me off and then I wanted to put you on your desk and fuck you right there." She said, "that was the first time I wanted you to fuck me. I wanted to suck you right then, and I wanted more than for you to just fuck me. I wanted you to ravage me right then and there." We spent the night sleeping and fucking and sleeping. Morning came and we had another session, but that was more love making than raw sex. We continued to see each other for about three months until she told me that she was being transferred to the head office in Chicago. We kept in touch for about a year after she moved and then slowly fell out of touch. June 2010 I hadn't thought about Laurie for about ten years, and I was very surprised when she called me. I recognized her voice right away, and we soon had set a time to meet. She was coming to my condo, and I was looking forward to meeting her again. The door bell rang and I opened it to Laurie and a very younger version of her, her daughter Lexi. After they had settled in the living room, we started to talk and Laurie, told me that Lexi was going to be working in the Miami office, doing the job she had done so many years before. Laurie asked me, if I would work as an outside trainer and help train Lexi to run the office. I agreed as I was looking for some thing to kill some time. We had dinner and we got caught up with the past but the only thing that Laurie would tell me was about Lexi. She kept avoiding the topic every time it came up. Later that night as they were getting ready to leave, Laurie gave me a kiss that brought back memories. I could have taken her right there if it weren't for Lexi. It turned out that I didn't have to worry. As Lexi was getting ready to leave she gave me hug and a long deep passionate kiss. She leaned into my ear and said "It is so good to meet you finally Dad." Laurie and Debi Laurie loves male strip shows. Not that she would see them very often, but around once each year the opportunity would come up. I didn't mind either, because she was always ready to go when she got home. So I wasn't upset when she arranged a girl's night out to see the dancers when they came to town. She invited three of her best friends, and together they went to the club for a good time. I stayed home that night and as it became late, I started getting excited about her coming home. She would usually describe her night. Often they would make out with the men (for a fee of course), and occasionally they had a chance to grope them. She loved talking about it. I showered, shaved, and put on my silky pajama bottoms, commando of course. There was no doubt about it, I was hoping for some action when she got home. I settled into the living room couch and turned on the TV. I must have passed out while I waited. I was awakened by something warm and moist between my legs. The soft sound of moaning; almost like purring "mmmmmmmmmm." I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed. We called this waking-up-nice. Whenever one of us wanted a little action, we would wake the other by going down on them. That night I was already hard when I awoke. I could feel her mouth kissing my balls and running up and down the shaft. Then she took me into her mouth again. I opened my eyes to watch and in the dim light I saw a thick blonde mop of hair moving slow up and down over my tummy. Laurie's hair is black. The moment it struck me, I lurched up into a sitting position. Laurie wasn't sucking me, it was her friend Debi. Debi's eyes never left my hard member as I sat up, she simply pushed my knees apart and went back to her play. It seemed as if she wasn't into me as much as my hard cock, as if it wasn't even attached to me. Like any cock would do. Opposite us in the arm chair sat my wife. She watched us like a wolf eying its prey. Her denim skirt was hiked up to her waist, and her panties pulled down to her ankles. Her right hand made frantic circles between her legs. I could hear the sound of the wetness on her fingers. Her other arm reached up underneath her shirt where she tugged gently at a nipple with her thumb and forefinger. I have to admit that I didn't care for Debi very much and I think the feeling was mutual. Those feelings aside, I must also admit that Debi was very good looking. She was hot; with her long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and full lips. She wasn't tall, but her legs were long and thin. Her waist was narrow and flat. Debi stood up and dropped her mini skirt and panties to the floor. She pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it aside. Lastly she unhooked her bra and let it drop. She had large pink and soft nipples with a thick patch of slightly trimmed blonde hair between her legs. She bent over to massage me with her hands and bite my nipple. It hurt. Laurie stood to remove her clothes too. She threw them into a pile in the middle of the floor. My wife is taller with dark hair and eyes. Her smallish breasts are almost perfectly round with brown nipples the size of quarters. She trims her hair much shorter; just enough to show that it is black. The lips surrounded by that hair were swollen and wet. Debi climbed up over me on the sofa and knelt down with a knee on either side of my thighs. She reached down with one hand to push my cock up where she could lower herself onto to it. She paused momentarily with my tip barely touching her swollen pussy. I could feel her wetness pouring slowly over me. She must have been aroused for hours. Then slowly in one single motion she dropped herself onto me and held me deep inside her. Like any man, I love the feeling of being inside a woman. But there was something different and special about Debi's pussy that night. Maybe it was wetter than I've known. Maybe it was warmer or fit tighter around me. Maybe it was softer or more swollen. Or maybe we both were so completely turned on. Together, though, we let loose a loud, deep, and long groan. She wiggled a little to take me in deeper. She held still, then raised up and down slowly along then entire length of me. She repeated this a small number of times, and then with me protesting she climbed off. As Debi stepped aside, Laurie approached me. With Debi watching Laurie kneeled between my legs and took my wet member into her mouth. She bobbed her head a couple of times and moaned. Then she stood again. Laurie turned around and backed into me until her soft cheeks pressed against my belly. Then, with her back to me, she lowered herself onto my waiting cock. Again I moaned. Laurie felt so completely different, and yet I can't describe how. She was just as wet, just as swollen, and just as soft. I felt like I was inside her for the first time and I was simply blown away. Debi knelt down in front of us. She pulled our legs apart wide and ran her hands up my thighs to my balls. She massaged them gently while Laurie raised and lowered herself on my hard cock. They both fixed their eyes to the action between Laurie's legs. Debi moved in close to kiss and lick my balls. Laurie raised up high to give Debi room, then with Debi's tongue caressing my shaft, Laurie lowered herself onto Debi's mouth. Laurie leaned back as far as she could to give Debi free access to her clit. Then Laurie held still with me inside her as Debi caressed the clit with her mouth. I have seen Laurie cum many times, her stomach muscles throb and clench. The throbbing progresses lower and lower until finally her pussy closes tightly with her release. Hours of arousal and Debi's tongue were too much for Laurie. I watched as her tummy throbbed in pleasure. She came on Debi's face while clenching hard on my cock. They caught their breath for barely a second then switched positions. Debi faced outward as Laurie had and lowered herself onto to me again. She pulled her knees up high next to her sides, fully exposing the action to my watching wife. Laurie squatted down in front of us, pulled my balls with one hand and massaging Debi's clit with the other. Debi wanted her favor returned and pleaded. "please....Please....Please." She whispered between moans of pleasure. Laurie stared at the action between our legs, shaking her head, but an instant later she lowered her face to kiss Debi between the legs. Debi pulled her lips wide with her hands. A second later Laurie's mouth firmly pressed against Debi's pussy, her tongue flicking against the clit. Like Laurie, It didn't take Debi long to cum. She had a night's worth of pent up sexual arousal too. Debi's tummy didn't throb though, instead her hips jerked back and forth in an instinctive vibrating motion. She moaned like someone had punched her in the stomach. The girls didn't waste time switching positions again. Debi climbed off, and Laurie climbed back on, this time facing me. Laurie put her hands on my shoulders and as Debi lined me up, Laurie lowered herself back on me, taking me in deep. There was nothing gentle or sensuous about it, Laurie simply needed to fuck. So with her nails digging into my shoulders she bounced rapidly up and down. Laurie pumped hard and fast. At no other time in my life, had I ever felt like a piece of meat. As Laurie bounced and screamed, though, I knew it was pure pleasure of the moment. I could have been any man with a hard dick. But I was enjoying myself too. Watching the women make each other cum while I was inside them was amazing. I was taken away, and much like the girls, was caught up in my own pleasure. Laurie stopped thrusting to cum. Then started again, then stopped to cum again. Whenever she gets ready to cum she becomes very silent with a look on complete concentration on her face. She repeated this several times until finally she could not cum any more. Laurie climbed off me, pushing Debi onto the couch beside me, whispering into my ear "now go for it!" Laurie knows that I will last a long time while sitting or on my back. Certainly that was part of her plan. She also knows that I cum hard and fast when on top. So she guided me on top of her friend Debi and stood back to watch. I was unconscious. A machine. The moment my hard cock entered Debi's wet pussy, my hips instinctivity started thrusting. I stared into Debi's deep blue eyes, but didn't look into them as much as through them, for I was far away. My hips pounded hard and fast. I could smell the sweet pungent aroma of Debi's pussy as we pumped. She raised her knees up high to let me in deep and I took advantage. The room filled with moaning and groaning and screaming and slapping of bodies. I can't say for certain that Debi came, but she left deep scratches in my back. And one moment she was screaming, the next she was silent; then screaming, and then silent. Laurie was nuzzling up behind me. She whispered in my ear "cum inside her....cum inside her." She knew I was ready to explode. Laurie reached around to hold the base of my cock between her forefinger and thumb. She wanted to feel me throb as I came. When I started to throb she moaned with delight, "yeah, oh yeah." I thrust in as deep as I could. My cheeks squeezed together hard as I unloaded into my wife's friend. One explosion, then another, and another, and another. I seemed to cum for several minutes, but that must have been my warped perception of time. With the last throb I collapsed into a heap of sweat and wetness. We were all completely tapped out. Laurie & George Laurie and I have been married about twenty-five years. We first met when I returned to college, at the age of 24, for a teaching degree and Laurie was enrolled as an undergraduate (19 years old). This was at a small but prestigious teaching college north of Chicago. I was there because, after a year on the road as a traveling salesman (really!), I met a couple while on Christmas vacation in Florida. George was a grade school principal in a Chicago suburb, and Jan, his wife, taught at another school in the same district. We had a great time together. Late the first night we met, when the three of us were alone in their family's condo, George set me up and then watched his beautiful wife seduce me. The three of us stayed high, naked and satisfied for a week. Then they convinced me to return for a teaching degree. I continued to get together with George and Jan after that vacation, and the following September, I started school again. Two months later, in the student lounge, I saw my future wife for the first time. She was walking towards me, and the first thing I noticed was just the finest chest I had seen in a long time. I looked higher into the bluest eyes in a beautiful face, surrounded by long, dark, wavy hair, falling naturally over her shoulders. Tight, faded blue jeans outlined dancer's long legs. Laurie, watching me watch her, smiled a little as she continued past. I know she felt me looking as she swayed a great ass back toward me. Two weeks later, we were dating, and no one could figure it out. Laurie was really quite unsophisticated at the time. She had never been more than 100 miles from her home in a small, rural community outside Chicago. On the outside, a good Christian girl who behaved well, got good grades and played softball on the local team. I returned to school as the slightly sinister, older Jewish intellectual type. Stories of drug use (soft only) and alternative lifestyles (communal living in Boston in the 70's) were probably helped along by my long hair and ragged blue jeans appearance. On our second date, Laurie and I walked from her dorm down to Lake Michigan. We were walking along a low brick wall, stopping every few feet to kiss. Then Laurie pushed me back into the wall and dropped to her knees in front of me. When I stopped looking around to make sure we were alone, I leaned back as she gave me one of the best blow jobs I ever had - on the beach in November. So cold and so hot! I had to know more about her. What she told me, over the course of time, was the other side of her public appearance. Growing up in that small town, all there was was sex. It was that simple, and that consuming. The more Laurie told me about her past adventures, the more turned on I got, and the more open she became with me. Several months later, Laurie and I were parked in my car, deciding on a movie to see (or something like that). Laurie started to tell me about an incident that happened to her two nights before. She was crossing the parking lot, from her dorm to the gymnasium, about 7:00 p.m. to go and participate in a volleyball game. She was dressed in jogging shorts and a T-shirt. Three loud, but happy, black guys suddenly appeared and surrounded her. They looked like students, but Laurie didn't recognize them. In fact, they went to a Big Ten university just a mile away. Two of the young men told Laurie that it was their friend's birthday, and Laurie should give him a kiss. "Well," she said, as my dick was about the stiffness of steel, "it seemed easier to just kiss him than to hassle it." "Besides," Laurie kind of squirmed in the car seat, "he was really good looking." "So did you?" I asked. "Yeah. I started to move towards him and he just grabbed me," Laurie replied. "I felt his lips spread mine and then I felt his tongue in my mouth. He put his hands on my ass and pulled me close. God, he was huge!" I couldn't speak, pre-cum was drooling off me, I could feel it through my jeans. "Does this bother you?" Laurie had noticed my difficulty in breathing. I just took her hand and put it on my crotch. "Oh," she said, "guess not," and giggled a little bit. "He asked me out," she continued, "but I told him no." "Do you want to go out with him?" I croaked, barely getting my breath back. "Why? Do you want me to?" Laurie was getting a little angry and confused. "I told him no already." "No...I don't know." "Look at me," I said, pointing to a large wet spot on my pants. "Let's just let this go for now, we can talk about it again another time." Another time came not long after. George, my benefactor, was visiting the school on business when I bumped into him in the student lounge. I hadn't spoken to him much since he and Jan split up. We sat, talking, when Laurie came in. She was wearing a blazer over a very short skirt and nice heels. She walked passed us towards the coffee machine and George kept his eyes on her ass and legs the entire time. "What a great ass," he exclaimed. "If her front is half as good, I'm gonna fuck her." "You think so?" I replied. Of course, they hadn't met yet, although George had heard all about her. "You're not a little full of yourself, are you?" "These undergraduates can be had," he replied easily. By this time, Laurie had her tea and was returning towards our table. As my friend was checking out my girlfriend, I started thinking about our earlier conversations and the three black guys, and I started getting hard again. George was making very appreciative comments about Laurie's appearance in general, and her chest in particular, until she stopped in front of me, smiled, leaned over and kissed me. "Are you going to introduce us?" she smiled towards George. I did, they talked for a little while and then George left. I called him later. "So," I asked him, "what do you think?" "She sure deserves better than you, you lucky bastard! My God, she is just so sweet," George kept going on. "So, I take it, you might want to do her?" I asked, already knowing the answer. So we set up a dinner at George's apartment (very up-scale flashy high-rise condo in the downtown area), and I started to work on Laurie. A couple days later, lying in bed after some wonderful sex, I mentioned that George was really taken with her and had invited us to dinner. Laurie was very happy to hear that. George was also older, Jewish and very much an intellectual and I think Laurie was looking for some kind of approval from my friends. As I started stroking her, I mentioned that George was also extremely complimentary of her physical assets. After making me repeat his conversation, Laurie was pretty worked up. I asked what she thought about wearing something "revealing" to George's place. "Like what?" she asked. "I don't really have anything." I suggested she borrow a shirt that a friend gave me. It was a Greek peasant shirt, very thin cotton, with a high-scoop neck, but a long, narrow slit almost to the middle of the shirt. I got it out of the dresser, and Laurie put it on. She looked at herself, turning back and forth in front of the mirror. I could see her breasts moving under the shirt and her nipples were clearly visible. But the killer was when she bent over, or turned at a certain angle, the slit opened, and you could see an entire breast. "Yeah," Laurie sort of murmured to herself, "I could wear this." Then, she kind of stopped, turned to me and said, "I don't really think I should. I don't know what would happen." My heart started pounding like it did that night in the car. The image of her kissing that guy in the school parking lot flashed in my mind. My cock was getting so hard it was almost painful. "What do you think will happen, baby?" She looked down at the floor as she walked over to me. She leaned into me, her tits pressing against my arm, the slit of the shirt opening nicely. I felt her palm slide up the hard shaft between us. Laurie whispered in my ear, "I don't know, baby." "What do you want to happen, darlin'?" I slid my hand into her shirt and found a hardening nipple. I nuzzled her neck, rolled and tugged the firm bullet shooting out of her full breast. "Do you want to fuck him?" my voice ragged again. "I know he wants to fuck you." "He was probably just being nice because you're friends," Laurie said, like she was trying to convince herself. "Maybe, you know... if he made the first move," she continued stroking my stiff cock, gradually picking up a little momentum, "it could get interesting." "And if he did, if he made a move on you, what would you want it to be like?" I took my hand out of her shirt and turned Laurie around to face the mirror. I pulled the shirt tight across her chest, causing the slit to open and reveal her creamy cleavage. She gasped as she looked at herself, slowly rubbing a finger over the hard nipple poking through the thin cotton weave. Laurie closed her eyes and started visualizing her own seduction. "He would wait 'til you were out of the room, and then kiss me sliding his hand up my stomach and under the shirt, grabbing my breast." Her thumb was spreading the pre-cum leaking out of me around the head of my straining hard-on. I turned her back around to me and we kissed like it was the first time. Then, feeling the pressure on her shoulders, Laurie sank down to her knees and proceeded to swallow my cock and then the load that I shot down her throat. Four nights later, we were driving to Chicago, and Laurie was talking about how cold she was with just the thin Greek shirt on (over a pair of jeans). We parked in George's building, and after he buzzed us in, we rode the elevator up to the 25th floor. George met us at the door and ushered us into the living room. Showing us his lakefront view (it was most impressive) he served wine for Laurie and a joint for me. George started us off in a mellow mood. Laurie was sitting next to me on the couch, and George was sitting on the floor, on the other side of a coffee table. Soft blues were playing in the background as we made small talk. He was playing with a small kitten. "Want to pet her?" he asked Laurie. She put her wine glass down and moved forward, leaning over the coffee table in just the perfect way, treating George to a full view of her breast. She stayed that way for a moment and then straightened up, keeping her eyes on George and a half-smile on her lips all the time. George then suggested we move into the kitchen and help him prepare dinner, a Chinese-style stir fry affair. The three of us crowded around the wok, and he started the process. Soon, George suggested I try, and as I did, I could see him put his arm around Laurie's waist, and his gaze deep within her shirt. I started thinking...this was it...was I gonna go through with this? My prick started to rise in my pants. Laughing, drinking and smoking kept us all lively and alert, trading sexy stories all through dinner. George spent a great deal of time complimenting Laurie, and a few times, telling her she was much too good for the likes of me. After coffee and tea, I excused myself to go to the bathroom, leaving George and Laurie in the kitchen to start the dishes. When I came out, I saw them kind of move apart quickly, still at the sink. Laurie bent over to put some dishes in the washer, and I saw her tits were all red and splotchy. She seemed a little embarrassed so I just went into the living room. George said they would be through in a minute and would join me soon. "Why don't (you) roll a joint, put on some music and turn the lights down in the meantime?" I did as he suggested, and within a few minutes, as I sat in a big oversize chair smoking a joint, my friend and my girlfriend strolled in to the living room; kissing and hugging to the slow, sexy blues playing in the background. As they made their way towards the couch, George asked me for a joint, and then told me to just watch and keep quiet. Laurie didn't say a word; she just kept her eyes on George the whole time. He lit the joint, pulled an ashtray close by and leaned back with his back against the couch (I had moved the coffee table out of the way) and his legs pointing toward the center of the room. Laurie snuggled down by his side, and they started kissing deeply. As I heard Laurie moaning, my cock started to lengthen again. For some reason, I didn't want them to see the effect they were having on me already. I adjusted my self as discreetly as I could. I took another long drag and turned my eyes back to them. George used one hand to draw Laurie's shirt up the side of her body, exposing her breast and a long, hard nipple. My breathing was getting very rapid. Laurie was really getting into it – she has always loved making out. I thought they might hear my heartbeat as clearly as I did. This was it...my fantasy coming true before my eyes. He started pinching and rolling it around, kissing harder, until he pushed her up and told her to remove the shirt. Laurie sat back on her knees and crossed her arms in front of her, slowing lifting the shirt up and over her head. As she pulled it off her head, she shook her hair out and her breasts moved magnificently together toward my friend. I can't recall being as hard as I was that moment in my entire life. I don't remember when or how it happened, but my cock was out of my pants, standing straight up. When my girlfriend leaned into him and dragged her breasts down his chest, stopping with her face in George's crotch, I came without touching myself. I left quietly to clean myself up, and I returned, nude, after a few minutes to find Laurie bobbing her head up and down rhythmically over George's long, hard cock. He was a little longer than me and a little thicker as well. As he started getting into the blowjob, Laurie shifted her position to allow her throat to stretch towards him. She took his cock out of her mouth, took a drink of wine, and started lapping her tongue all over him. When he was completely wet, Laurie swooped down and in one motion, took his whole cock down her throat. With my girlfriend's nose buried in his curly hair George looked up at me and said he was going to keep having her forever, so I better get used to it. (Laurie told me later that she started cumming almost uncontrollably when he said that.) Laurie started massaging his balls, working the cum up his shaft. Leaving his cock fully in her throat, she started rimming the head with her tongue while tickling his nuts. George started trembling from the bottoms of his feet and when the vibrations reached his cock, he just exploded. Laurie just kept working him, sucking him deeper and deeper, swallowing as much of his cum as she could, and the two of them trembled and finally collapsed together. Again, I left the room, this time to calm down myself. My heart was beating so fast and my breath was coming in short gasps. I had an erection that was hard as nails, but it was kind of numb at the same time. "Well," I told myself, "you wanted to see it... now live with it!" And resigning myself to this kind of excitement, as long as I was with Laurie, I returned to the living room. I sat down, lit another joint, and Laurie came over to the chair where I sat. "I love you, Laurie," I told her. "You are so beautiful to watch, I can't ell you how exciting it is to see you having such a good time." "I'm glad you feel that way, baby," Laurie said softly as she leaned into me, her skin all sweaty and her hair a little damp. "I love you, too," she murmured as she came closer to kiss me. I guess I thought she would have swallowed a drink or something, but instead she gave me a taste of George's cum as she snaked her tongue into my mouth. "Now watch this, baby." Laurie got up off the chair and standing right over George, she peeled her jeans down her long, shapely legs, leaving a small, plain white cotton string-bikini over her light brown pussy hair. George got up on his knees and hooked his thumbs under the string sides. As he slowly pulled them down over the seductive curve of her hips, the cotton unrolled over Laurie's cunt; leaving her completely exposed to this man she had only just really met. She started shaking a little as George started running his tongue up and down her slit. Laurie stepped out of her panties and George grabbed her ass in both hands, pulling her pussy into his face. Laurie started humping his chin, moaning and groaning, telling me how good George was making her feel. And then he pulled back and pulled my girlfriend down onto her back on the floor. He bent between her hot and hard-muscled thighs, trying to open her up with his tongue and getting her as wet as possible. Laurie's moaning was getting louder; she was playing with her nipples as George continued to eat her moist cunt. After a few minutes, George moved up and started kissing her again. As he did, he moved his right hand down to Laurie's pussy and abruptly slid his finger up into her cunt, finger-fucking her hard and fast. Laurie started making sounds I had never heard before, and George slid another finger inside, making almost a slapping motion against Laurie's pussy as he kept sliding his fingers in and out. Concerned, I moved quietly up near Laurie's head. "Are you all right?" I asked. "Get away," she hissed. "I'm fine, go away..." I backed off, Laurie regained her momentum and George finally got her off with his fingers. As her spasms subsided, George kept his hand in, rolled over, and kept her pussy lips stretched wide as he shoved his cock into my love.. I watched, mesmerized, from five feet away, as his cock, shiny and wet with my love's juices, slid in and out of her cunt. Her pussy lips pushed and pulled, her ass lifting off the floor now to meet his thrusts. George whispering softly in Laurie's ear, making her giggle, then grabbing and squeezing her breast, or chewing with his lips on her hard nipples. He says something again to Laurie, and she kisses him back hard. I can see her work one of her fingers up alongside George's cock. It slips into her pussy and comes out slick and slimy, coated with her lubrication. I see her rub it gently around his asshole and then slowly stick her finger deep into his ass. In time with the same rhythm as he is fucking her, Laurie keeps her long, slender finger sliding in and out of his ass. She must have hit something sensitive, because soon he started speeding up, pulling Laurie's knees up higher, plunging deeper into her than before. Laurie matched his thrusting, both with her hips and with her finger until, with a low, rattling moan, George clenched his asscheeks around Laurie's finger over and over and cum exploded out of him, blasting Laurie's pussy. Laurie kept her eyes on mine while George kept pumping, and I came for the third time in as many hours. The rest of the night passed with virtually no more activity. Laurie said she was just too sore for anything else, but she spent the next few hours dressed only in her shirt and panties. We drank and smoked some more, and she and George casually made out while we all sat around and listened to the music. Once, though, when they were snuggling pretty close, and the kissing grew more sensual, I heard George softly prodding Laurie for a response of some kind. Between kissing and whispering and rubbing her pussy and more whispering, Laurie turned, kissed him full on the mouth, and I heard her say "Of course, George." And then again, a minute late, "Of course, I already said yes, didn't I?" "'Of course' what?" I asked. I got the sense they didn't think I had heard. "You tell him," George prodded my girlfriend. He grinned at me as he slid Laurie's shirt up again, boldly rubbing and squeezing her swollen tit. Laurie moved her hand over his, pressing him harder against her. "Well, baby...George..." Laurie stammered, "George asked me if he could see me again." Laurie & George My heart seemed to start beating outside my chest; so that's what 'of course' meant. But then I heard George prod her again "Go on," he said, "that's not all." I tried to ask, but nothing came out of my mouth. Laurie continued anyway..."George made me..." she looked back and forth nervously between us. "Baby," she said to me, her voice strained and low, "I love you so much, and I always will. George made me...ohhh" she moaned as George pulled at her nipple with his lips, "Oh God, baby...he made me promise to let him have me...to let him fuck me...anytime he wants...from now on." Laurie came over to where I was sitting. "I told him yes," she whispered in my ear. "Is that okay, baby?" She gripped my cock hard, squeezing my balls just a little, waiting for my reply. As I came for the final time that evening, Laurie had her answer, and I knew I had the perfect woman for the rest of my life. Laurie and Her Nephew Prelude You may have read about my beautiful wife, Laurie, and my brother, David. Several months ago, he walked in on her one night in a hotel room in Chicago where she was playing hostess for a former lover's card game. Laurie and another girl, dressed alike in sheer mesh teddies, served drinks, and then themselves, to the guests waiting to get into the game. When David found her, completely by accident, she was in one of the bedrooms, naked and glistening with sweat, sliding up and down the huge, hard cock of the very large black man beneath her. Since then, David has become a very large part of Laurie's sexual escapades. He likes to dominate her - it makes her way wet. She likes to dominate me – it makes me way hard. Together, they have found that a little humiliation (of me) makes everyone cum even harder. A few weeks ago, on a Saturday night, David came over to our house about 8:30pm. He told Laurie to take a quick shower and put on her gray slip dress and some thigh highs and heels. He wanted to go to Pop's for a drink. (Pop's is a jazz bar near our house.) I wasn't invited. I saw the lights of his car about an hour later. I was in the den, waiting for them to come in. I heard the front door, but I didn't see them. After a minute, I went into the living room, where I saw my wife on her knees, slurping on my brother's hard cock like there was no tomorrow. He saw me watching, took a hold of her head and fucked her mouth until he came. A minute later, saying a quick goodbye, he was out the door and Laurie was dragging me upstairs. She flopped on her back and spread her legs. My very turned-on wife told me to eat her dripping pussy; with my tongue in her cunt she would tell me what happened. She pulled her dress up and I dove in. She said he had her sitting at the bar, on a fairly high bar stool. Her hem of her dress was up around the lacy part of her hose and the top was gaping open; her tits were visible to anyone interested. They ordered drinks. She said she knows he likes it when she exposes herself, so she turned in such a way that the bartender had a clear view down her dress. She stayed like this, letting the bartender watch her nipples growing hard and stiff . They were all chatting for a few minutes, when she heard an all-too-familiar voice behind her. It was David's son, Brian. He is a 21 year-old senior at Ohio State University. He is about 6'2", 190 lbs of broad shoulders thinning to a narrow waist and long, powerful legs, with red hair and bright blue eyes. My nephew is truly a great looking young man. He walked up and said hello to his dad. When he turned his head, he noticed his Aunt Laurie with a bit of surprise. She told me he leaned forward to kiss her on the cheek - as he normally does. When he got close, she turned to him and saw his bright blue eyes drop straight down into the top of her dress. Knowing her gorgeous, young nephew could see EVERYTHING, her nipples expanded before his eyes. A moment later, he backed away and got a drink; but he stood between them as he took care of some business with his dad. He kept staring at her breasts, then his eyes would drop down to her legs. She said she wasn't sure how it happened, but after a few minutes, it seemed the hem of her little silk slip had now cleared the tops of her stockings; her pale, white flesh was glowing under the neon lights of the bar. Brian stayed with them for about 30 minutes. And then, finishing his drink, he said he had to go. He shook his dad's hand and moved back to Laurie to give her a little kiss goodbye. This time, though, he got her on the lips and lingered for a 'longer than appropriate' amount of time. Laurie told me that all three of them were aware that her dress had gaped completely open, her full breasts and hardened nipples exposed to his gaze. He broke the kiss - not her - and told her to say 'hi' to his Uncle Steve. Then he left the bar. David and Laurie finished their drinks a few minutes later. In his car, on the way home, David told her to start thinking about a very special graduation gift for Brian. Laurie told me she almost came when he said that. David was so excited about the whole thing that he barely lasted a minute with his cock buried deep in her throat when they got back. I looked up from my position between her thighs. I asked her if she was seriously considering fucking her nephew. Laurie's eyes were like slits, glazed over with the telltale sign of her lust. She grabbed the back of my head and shoved me back down to her spasming cunt. As I licked and sucked, she came violently, screaming "Yes...yes...if David tells me to...I'd do it, baby...I would fuck Brian for him, anywhere...anytime." I came along with her. .................................. It was last Sunday - the day of the Big 10 Basketball Tournament Finals that were held in Chicago. I don't know if I'd ever mentioned it, but my brother graduated from the University of Illinois a while back. He was quite jazzed about getting some tickets for the game – the team was ranked Number One in the national polls and likely to get to the Final Four. It wasn't actually a great game, but the Fighting Illini won and we were all feeling pretty good about that. Our son was out for the day/night with friends...one kid's folks were both Illinois grads and they had a big overnight celebration at their house for the kids (no high school classes on Monday - some institute day...) Laurie and I watched the game at home, excited and happy with the outcome. It didn't surprise me that David was calling right after the game ended...we often speak before, during, and after sporting events. What I didn't know was that his son Brian had come up from Ohio State to see the weekend tournament. David told me Brian was with him as he asked about our 'situation'. I told him again about my reservations - really, I was only concerned with Brian's ability to keep quiet about everything. And again, he stressed that he had had a couple of chats with his son about the situation - the bottom line being that 1) if anybody ever found out, it would never happen again, and 2) if Matt or Lisa ever found out...well, he told him, best not find out what would happen - it wouldn't be good for anyone. He told me Brian swore he understood and 'wasn't that stupid anymore'...David said they would be at our house about an hour later. With my little soldier standing at full attention, I caught up with Laurie in the kitchen before she could start cooking our dinner. She was standing in front of the sink. I walked up behind her, slid my arms around her and cupped her breasts in my hands. She giggled a little and backed her butt into my crotch - Laurie said I shouldn't bother her while she was cooking. I said she probably wanted to wait a while as it looked like we would be having company. She backed into me again, this time rubbing her rounded ass over my hard-on.. She said she thought she heard me talking to David. With a sexy little giggle, she said he'd left her alone for too long - she was glad he was coming over. I pinched her pointed tips as I asked her if she was excited to be cooking for him. She laughed and said I could make myself useful and cook for the two of them. She turned around and kissed me hard. She said she thought they might both work up a pretty good appetite. I pulled her close, my leg was between hers, my thigh rubbing back and forth over her moistening pussy. I kissed her neck softly, then grabbed her ass with one hand and her flushed, full breast with the other. I whispered into her ear that he was bringing Brian with him...it seemed like there might be an early graduation present around here somewhere. Laurie seemed to freeze for a moment - then started shaking really hard, her thighs squeezing me between them. She grabbed me and kissed me again. Then she grabbed a glass of wine and said she had to go have a bath and get ready. During the next hour, I kept myself busy by rolling up a bunch of joints. It had been a 'family tradition' during Sunday get-togethers at our house for David and I to escape periodically to my bedroom to get high. Brian had started to join us in our little revelry several years ago after his nineteenth birthday, so this would be no surprise. As I was finishing my task, Laurie finished her bath and came into our bedroom to dress. My heart caught in my throat as she moved across the room, naked, flushed and still moist from the steamy tub. After all these years, her sexy good looks still take my breath away. Highlights in her short, dark red hair shone in the soft lighting of our room. Her breasts were firm and full, sitting high on her chest, her nipples hard in anticipation. The silky sheen of her love mound testified to her preparation in the bath. She held out her empty wine glass. "Get me another drink, baby...okay? I need to get ready before they get here." I took her glass, lit a joint and headed downstairs. I saw Laurie walk into her dressing room and close the door as I left our room. I had just finished pouring her wine when I heard the front door open and David calling out a greeting. I called back for them to join me in the kitchen where I was fixing drinks. When I turned around, my brother and his twenty-one year old son were standing in front of me. David and I said hello, then Brian moved close to give me his usual bear hug. Brian is about 6'2" tall, slim but well muscled. He is a very handsome young man with stylishly short red hair and eyes as blue as Laurie's – he'd turned down opportunities to model all through his college career. "Uncle Steven," his voice was cracking and his pale skin was flushed a deep pink. "I don't know what to say...I mean, oh my God, Aunt Laurie is so beautiful...I never thought..." I stepped out of his embrace, took a hit of the joint and gave it to him. "Here, Briany," I said, trying to keep my voice as normal as possible. "I think you need to calm down a little so we can have a quick chat." My nephew took a deep drag and handed the joint to his father. I turned to David. "You want a scotch, I know that. What about you, Brian? A coke? Beer? A drink?" "Is ice water okay, Uncle Steve? I'd just as soon get high instead of drunk." He seemed a little uncertain as to what was going on. "That's fine, Brian. Glasses are in that cabinet...help yourself." I took the joint back from David and took another hit as I poured his scotch. Exhaling slowly, I looked at my nephew again. He moved around the kitchen with the grace of an athlete; his long, tapered fingers filled a glass with ice and water as I spoke. "First thing is, don't call me 'Uncle' any more. If you're old enough for...you know... adult things, then you're old enough to call me Steve." I heard my brother chuckling softly in the background. Brian looked up at me. "Yes, Unc...I mean okay, Steve." He actually blushed as his dad and I started laughing simultaneously. "What else?" I looked at David, then I stared, very hard, at my favorite nephew for a few very long seconds. "Just this, Brian." Again, I tried to keep my voice as normal as possible. "I don't know everything that your dad has told you about the three of us, but the bottom line is always...always, Brian... everything – anything that your aunt and your dad and I have done...has always been with love and respect for each others' feelings." I took another hit of the joint and gave it back to David. He looked at me with the warmest smile I'd seen from him in years. I turned back to my now solemn-looking nephew. (Hey, it was never my intention to be a buzz-kill...I figured I better get him back on track quickly.) "And Brian..." I tried real hard to keep a straight face, "as I'm sure my brother would agree, we respect the fact that your Aunt is one of the great fucks of the Western World!" It worked. David started laughing as he watched his son's face react in shock and surprise. Then Brian heard his dad and blushing once more, broke out into a big grin. He walked over and hugged me again, whispering in my ear how I was 'always his favorite uncle...even before his dad told him he could fuck his aunt!' David looked up at me with one of his strange grins. "Tell me, little brother, where is your beautiful wife...my favorite slut?" As if on cue, we heard Laurie calling from the top of the stairs, wanting me to bring her wine and our company up to our bedroom. With a glance at my brother and my nephew, I motioned towards the stairs and we started up together to go see my wife. The bedroom door was open – the walls flickered with the light of candles spread around the room. David walked in and went directly to my massage chair where he sat down, adjusted the leg rest and turned it on. Brian was standing next to our bed; I walked behind David to where I had the joints rolled. I put Laurie's glass down and lit one. I took a deep drag and walked over to Brian, handed it to him and then I slowly exhaled as he took a deep drag. I gave him the glass of wine in my hand. "Briany," I motioned towards the door across the room, "Why don't you take this to your aunt. I think she's been waiting to see you." It was like pushing a button; Brian started blushing again. With a big grin, he took the glass out of my hand and started towards Laurie's dressing room. As he got to the door, David said, "Leave it open, Brian. Your aunt likes an audience." He looked over at me for a moment and then turned back to his son. "And your uncle and I like to watch her. Don't we, little brother?" I nodded my agreement and we both watched as Brian pushed the door open and walked into the dressing room. Laurie was sitting on a small stool in front of her dressing table, finishing her make-up. Soft light from the candles on her table was reflected off her mirror, throwing flickering highlights off of her silky skin, the sheen of her bath oil still coating her warm, flushed body. As she turned to greet her nephew, her excitement was evident – I can't remember seeing her breasts so full, her nipples so hard and long. She turned half-way around as Brian neared her with the glass of wine. God, she was so beautiful! Her make-up was perfectly done (the way David prefers it), deep blue accenting her eyes and a dark pink lip color turning her mouth into a beautiful fuck-hole. She wore a long strand of pearls around her neck that fell between the slopes of her breasts and a pair of very sheer black thigh-high stockings completed her outfit. Brian handed her the glass, but it was quite clear that he couldn't speak...his eyes were almost outside their sockets as his aunt stood up before him and took the glass out of his hand. David and I watched, hardly breathing, as my wife, his slut, took a drink of the wine and set the glass down. It looked like she was moving in slow motion as she walked into her nephew's arms, the candlelight still flickering across her moist flesh. She put her hands up and around Brian's neck, drawing his face slowly down towards her open mouth. Just before their lips met, Laurie looked up at him and smiled. Even from the bedroom, I could see the familiar look of lust radiating from her eyes. "Thank you for the wine, Brian. I'm so happy to see you again." Her voice had that special timbre that makes my cock hard almost instantaneously. Brian backed away, just enough to run his eyes up and down her body – I could see his pleased reaction to her shaved cunt – and then he pulled her close and they shared their first kiss as lovers, not aunt and nephew. We watched them silently; I was smoking the joint and David was sipping his scotch as Laurie stood there, pressing her swollen tits into Brian as he groped her, finally grabbing an ass cheek in each hand. She moaned into Brian's mouth as he invaded her with his tongue. David caught my eye and winked at me. Loud enough to be heard in the dressing room, my brother's voice sounded much harsher than he looked. "Were you going to say hello to me, Laurie?" I could see her tremble when he spoke, but I wasn't sure if it was because of David's voice or because of Brian's long fingers playing with her ass and her pussy. She backed away, taking Brian's hands in hers and kissing them. I watched her, naked and hot, her skin glowing a dusky pink from the bath and Brian's attentions as she reached to the tent in his trousers. She grasped him through the material and licked her lips. "Is this for a fifty year-old married aunt, Briany?" He finally found his voice, but it was still cracking. "You are so beautiful, Aunt Laurie. Since I saw you the other night, you're all I've been thinking about." He took her breast in his hand and lifted it up, rolling the firm flesh in his palm. He bent down and sucked her swollen nipple between his lips, making my wife moan again. This time, I think it was in anticipation. "I'm still waiting, slut." David's low growl cut through the room like a knife. I had a hard time suppressing a smile as Laurie's body jerked around at the sound. Pulling away from Brian, my wife's distended nipple popped out of his mouth, leaving him with a surprised look on his face. As my wife moved slowly towards my brother, I motioned to Brian to be still and watch his aunt and his father. The only sound in the room, apart from four heavy breathers, was the wispy scratching sound of Laurie's hose as she knelt between David's outstretched legs. He dropped the leg rest of the chair so she could get as close as she needed to be. She sat back on her heels, her knees spread and her back straight, thrusting her breasts up and out. Her dusty pink nipples were swollen and stretched with her excitement. She raised her head, revealing lust-glazed eyes. Her tongue ran slowly around her lips and her voice was low and soft as she spoke. "Hello, lover...I've missed you...it's been too long." I brought my nephew around to the other side of the chair. Looking down at Laurie, we could see the moisture gathering on her spreading nether lips. Briany gasped as he watched his aunt drag her full breasts over David's thighs as she reached for his belt. David's voice cracked a little. "Show me how much you've missed me, slut." He took another sip of his scotch and relaxed back into the chair. Laurie's fingers worked smoothly at his belt and then his zipper. He raised his hips as my wife pulled his pants and boxers down his legs and over his feet. She handed his clothes over to me as she slipped off his shoes and socks. Leaning forward, her hard nipples grazed his flesh as she brought her open mouth to his stiffening cock. My brother is slightly longer than my 6 ½ inches. After licking his stalk, letting a little of her saliva to drip over the thickening crown, Laurie had no trouble taking him all the way into her throat. As she buried her lips in his pubic hair, Brian grabbed my arm. Hard. My wife started making swallowing sounds as she massaged David's cock with her throat muscles. Brian was really squeezing my arm now. He was moaning with pure lust – so turned on, watching his dad controlling his beautiful aunt. David looked over at his son and smiled. "Enjoying this, Brian?" Brian nodded, almost convulsively. "Wait," David chuckled, "it gets better." My brother lifted my wife's mouth off of his rock-hard cock. He looked down at her, still kneeling between his legs. "Well, go ahead. What are you waiting for?" Laurie seemed frozen in place, her face flushed deep red. "David," she whispered, "I thought...you know...that was something..." He looked annoyed. "Now, sister. You know what I want." Brian and I seemed to stop breathing at the same time. My mouth was completely dry as I watched Laurie hunch forward and gently lift David's legs, placing them over the arms of the chair. He pushed the button that lowered the back of the chair, moving his hips forward and spreading his thighs even further apart. I had to take my nephew's hand off my arm before he stopped all the circulation. Brian was staring hard, mumbling something. I turned back to see what he was seeing. Laurie and Her Nephew Laurie was holding David's cock and balls in her left hand. She was licking his sac and then drawing his balls gently between her lips. Her right hand was between her legs, wetting her fingers with her slick cunt juice. She brought her hand up and slowly rubbed her fingertips around and over his puckered back door. When she dropped her head and started licking up her crème, poking her tongue inside his ass, David, Brian and I all groaned together. David put a hand behind her neck and pulled her even closer. "That's right, slut...show your husband how you please me...lick it deep...clean my ass and I'll let you finish sucking me off." Laurie moaned as he held her to him. She stiffened her tongue and reamed him thoroughly, deep-cleaning his ass. Then she lifted up and dropped her mouth over his stiff pole. Again, she started to massage him with her throat, swallowing around his thick meaty shaft. David started groaning again as he got closer to his climax. He felt the liquid heat welling up in his balls. His eyes were closed, but Brian and I watched as Laurie wet her fingers once again in her slick, moist pussy. Then she slid her finger slowly into his ass, fucking him with a lazy circular motion, stretching him enough to insert a second digit. That was all he could take. With a muffled scream, my brother started thrusting his hips up, fucking Laurie's mouth as he spurted stream after stream of his cum down her throat. My wife swallowed all she could, letting a small amount drip over her lips and fall to her breasts. As she gently withdrew her fingers, she licked his cock clean and then settled back down on her heels. She smiled at her lover. "Thank you, David. It really has been too long." David made a dismissive gesture towards her. Brian had just found his voice, mumbling about how 'totally hot' that was when his aunt stood and walked the two steps to me. I was so turned on, watching her submit to my brother's desires. She smiled at me. "Did you like that, baby?" Her voice was so sweetly seductive. "Here, baby, help me clean up." She lifted her breast to my mouth, still shiny with David's cum. I took it in my mouth and sucked her clean. After I did the same to the other, my wife moved into my arms and kissed me as passionately as she ever had. It took my breath away and kept my cock rock-hard. "Excuse me, little brother," David spoke from the depths of the massage chair, "I believe you have another guest." From behind me, I could feel Brian trying to get around me and next to his unbelievably hot aunt. I moved aside to let him pass; he had his hands on her before she knew what was happening. But she seemed instantly at ease in his long, strong youthful arms. I leaned close to my brother. With my heart still in my throat, I asked him what, exactly, he had told his son he might expect. He returned my whisper in normal voice. "I told him everything, little brother... everything." I could feel the heat rising in my face, a strange mixture of shame and desire, embarrassment and smoldering lust. "He's ready and very willing to try anything." I looked back at my wife, her body still glistening from her exertions with David. Her lips were curled back in a strange smile; her eyes were like slits, bright blue lust shining out at me. My nephew was standing behind her, his long arms around her; one large hand massaging her breast, rolling her nipple between his long fingers; the other exploring the slick junction between her thighs. Laurie snaked a hand behind her to feel Brian's cock as it lay against the small of her back. "Oh goodness, Briany..." Laurie gasped as she felt his awesome length through his pants. "This is gonna be fun!" David laughed from the chair. "It sure is, baby." Then he looked at his son. "Okay, Brian, here's the deal. You can fuck your sweet, little aunt any way you want. I expect you will several times before the night's over." Brian was grinning at his dad. He couldn't help the giggle that escaped his mouth. "But if I were you, I would let your uncle direct the action...he has a special talent for this..." Brian looked back and forth between David and me. The giggle was gone and he was looking a little confused. I lit a joint as David sipped his scotch. "Well...sure...I guess. If you think I should, Dad." David smiled at his son. "Oh yeah, Briany...just go with the flow...if you let it happen, this could be a night you'll never forget." I could smell Laurie's rising excitement as David spoke to her. "You, my beautiful slut, make me proud of you. Give my son whatever he wants, Aunt Laurie...and make it the best he'll ever have." My brother then turned his gaze on me. My heart was pounding and my breathing was getting shallow as I anticipated his words. "And you, Uncle Steve, you will show your favorite nephew what it's like...to be my slut's slut." I took another hit of the joint and handed it to David. Then I walked over to where Laurie and Brian were standing together. I gently pulled my wife out of his arms and sat her down on the edge of the bed. I turned to Brian, my voice low and as calm as I could make it. "Your aunt likes to be prepared before sex, Brianie. She finds that an oil body massage helps her relax while it heightens her sensuality." Laurie was moaning softly from the bed. "I think you might enjoy helping me get her ready for you...what do you think?" Brian's eyes never left his aunt as he tried to speak. "Sure, Unc...I mean sure, Steve...what ever you say..." His mouth was so dry he could hardly get the words out. "Have a drink of water, Briany...have a hit of the joint...calm down...this could be a long evening." I moved Laurie back up on the bed while Brian did the things I suggested. When he was a little more in control, he walked back over to the bed. "Okay, Steve..." his dopey grin was back, along with his voice, "just tell me what to do." "I think the first thing you should do is kiss your aunt, Briany. Kiss her like you mean it." My tall, slim nephew sat down on the side of our bed next to Laurie. He drew his hand slowly up her stocking covered leg, his long fingers sliding next over the soft skin of her inner thigh. Laurie's soft moans and the tinkling of ice in David's glass were the only sounds in the room. Then Laurie sucked in a mouthful of air as Brian dipped a finger into the wet groove where her beautiful dancer's legs met. With the wet tip of his finger, Brian traced the fleur-de-lis tattoo on the side of Laurie's freshly shaved love mound. Just as smooth as his dad, he bent over her and licked her where his finger had just been. Laurie gasped as she felt his tongue glide over her hot crease. Her aroma was starting to fill the room. Brianie moved up to suck her nipple into his mouth. As he held it between his lips, I whispered to him. "She likes it when you bite her, Brian. Very gently, use your lips to cushion her nipple, then bite her through your lips." I could tell he knew exactly what I meant as Laurie started to writhe under his touch. "Enough now, Brianie...just kiss your aunt and we can get started." As Brian kissed his aunt, exploring her mouth with his long tongue, their lips rolling over each other, I knelt between my wife's legs and rolled her stockings down her shapely thighs and over her slim calves. When they broke their kiss, both breathing so hard, I told Brian to roll Laurie on to her stomach. As he did, I walked back over to David and took another hit of the joint he had been holding for me. I grinned at him. "Enjoying this so far, bro?" He nodded with a big smile. "Did you tell him everything, David? Really? Do you think he wants the total experience?" David kept smiling at me. "Yes, little brother...I told him everything...he freaked a little at first, but then he realized that sucking cock every once-in-a-while didn't make either of us totally gay – his words – and then he asked me if you were any good at it." My brother was trying really hard not to laugh out loud. I took another deep drag as David tried to control himself. "Okay, big brother, then get ready...It's Showtime!" Laurie was laying on her stomach in the middle of our king-size bed, her head resting on her hands, her legs spread comfortably about shoulder width. Her nephew was kissing her neck, gently massaging her ass cheek with his large, powerful hand. I rubbed Brian's shoulder to get his attention; he looked up at me, his eyes gleaming just like his aunt's when she is totally turned on. "Brian, we're going to massage your aunt with oil. It gets kind of messy – I'm gonna take off my clothes now and I suggest you do the same." As I started to undress, Laurie lifted her head towards me. "No, baby...I think you should undress Brian...he is our guest, isn't he?" Her voice was so soft and sexy, with just the barest hint of bitch. I thought all three of them could see my heart pounding as Laurie started to play our special game in earnest. I didn't say anything as I finished removing my clothes. I walked around the bed and my nephew stood up before me. His expression was still a little confused, but I could feel the heat of his excitement radiating from his body. I unbuttoned his shirt and then slid it off his broad shoulders. He has a classic 'swimmer's' physique, his muscles well-defined and not an ounce of fat anywhere. I knelt in front of him and slipped his shoes and socks off his feet. Then I heard him gasp, like he just that moment realized it was really happening, as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, anxious now to get to the thick, heavy package hidden beneath. My hands grasped his slim, muscular hips; I slid his pants down his legs and helped him step out of them. My heart was beating even faster as he stood there in his boxers, his erection causing an unbelievable tent pointing right at me. In slow motion, I pulled them down, releasing his long, thick cock. It stood out at about a 45° angle, maybe nine inches long and three inches around. Of course, his magnificent meat had the same pale coloring as the rest of his skin, the sparse hair as red as the hair on his head. I took him in my hand and felt the throbbing of the blood filling him, making him even longer and harder. With my other hand, I cupped his sac, his balls heavy and large. But mostly, I was struck by the beauty of the magnificent head that crowned his regal shaft. As he grew in my hand, the skin below the crown stretched thin and pink while the head stayed soft and spongy, a light rose color. Unable to resist, I brought him to my mouth and sucked his head between my lips. It was un-fucking-believable! My nephew was delicious! But, maintaining as much control as I could, I let him slide out of my mouth. I stood up next to him and he hugged me, his face buried in my neck. "God, Steven...that was...I don't know what to say...when Dad told me about you and him...I mean...you know...but now? Christ that felt good!" With my left hand, I stroked his length; with my right I grabbed his firm, trim ass. Letting my finger burrow gently between his lean cheeks, gently circling his hot little ass hole, I told him he has a beautiful cock and it would be my pleasure to suck it for him any time he wanted. But now, it was time to get Laurie ready to fuck him. As Brian climbed on to one side of the bed, he asked me if he could have more ice water. My brother cracked up, laughing out loud from his vantage point in the massage chair. Shaking his head back and forth, he said, "Briany, Briany, Briany...he just told you he'd suck your cock anytime you want...he's getting his wife ready for you to fuck..." David looked at me with a goofy grin. "What do you think, little brother? Is a refill on the ice water too much?" Even Laurie was chuckling as Brian turned a bright red. She raised herself up on an elbow, her full heavy breast exposed at her side and grabbed her wine glass. She handed it to me, asking me to get her a refill as well. Still chuckling, I took David's glass as well and headed downstairs to get the drinks. Laurie took a long pull of her wine as I handed her the glass – then she put it back up on the headboard shelf and laid back down in her massage position. Brian drank some of his water and did the same with his glass. As I handed my brother his scotch, he handed me a lit joint. I took a deep drag as I retrieved the massage oil from my closet. I knelt down on the bed at Laurie's waist. I blew the smoke in a soft stream over the sensuous curves of her rounded ass. I reached across her and handed the potent pot to Brian. As he inhaled, I started the massage. I spread a generous amount of the lightly scented oil all over my wife's left shoulder and upper back. After Brian put the joint down, he took the oil and copied my movements on Laurie's right side. Together, under the flickering candlelight, we massaged her with long, deep strokes from her shoulders and neck down to her lower back. I showed my nephew how to circle her shoulder with one hand and slide the other beneath her breast to massage her upper chest. When her back was relaxed, we moved together, kneeling on either side of her perfectly rounded ass. With more oil, we started rubbing her firm cheeks. Her spread legs had opened her anal cleavage a little to begin with – by the time we were through, her cute little crinkled asshole was glistening with the oil our fingers spread over and in it. I showed Brian how his aunt likes to be massaged there. With my right hand, I gripped her firmly around the top of the inside of her thigh. With my left, I covered the softness of her lower ass-cheek where that incredibly sexy curve turns from ass to thigh. On the other side, Brian again mimicked my actions. As we gave her a deep massage, I told my nephew to play with her cunt...gently pull her lips...rub her clit... Laurie started moaning as four hands played with her oil-slick body. I told Brian to start to finger her – gently, at first, to loosen her up. I pulled her ass back a little from my side so I could see his long middle finger slide into her slick pussy. I looked over at my brother and motioned him towards the bed. When he was close enough to see, I told Brian it was time to loosen up her other hole. I let some oil drizzle between her spread cheeks and roll over her anus. I told him to use his thumb, gently circling and pressing down until he could feel her take him in. I looked at my nephew, totally immersed in this unbelievable experience. As he knelt at Laurie's side, his breath shallow and his eyes never resting as they traveled up and down the length of her, his massive prick was laying across his aunt's oily ass. David was standing to my side, sipping his scotch when he put a joint to my lips. As I took a deep drag, he spoke quietly to me. "Okay, little brother...enough screwing around." I handed him back the joint and smiled. Laurie's moans were soft and sexy, a continuous background to my conversation with my nephew. "Okay, Brian, gently pull out of her ass. Feel her grip your thumb." He gave me a look of astonishment that quickly became a huge grin. He leaned up towards Laurie's head. His voice was full of joy. "Aunt Laurie...I love you so much. You are just...God, I don't know..." My wife turned her face towards him. With a wide smile, she rose enough to kiss her loving nephew on his full lips. "I love you, too, Brianie. That's why you're here." She kissed him again, and then said, "Let my husband get us ready, baby." My nephew turned to me, full of expectation and ready for something to happen. "What should I do, Steve?" His face was flushed, heat radiating from his pale flesh. Laurie was laying on her side, looking at her nephew. Her breathing was getting faster, more shallow as she swept her hand down Brian's side, rolling her fingers over his slim hips and reaching around to find the dark warmth of his anus. Her eyes became ice-blue slits as she watched the blood start to thicken his long, beautiful shaft. Her moaning was a message that she was getting impatient. I started to stroke the length of my wife's body, her flesh shiny and slick from the oil and her excitement, glistening in the flickering light of the candles around the room. My left hand found the slick, hairless groove between her thighs and my fingers gently parted her swollen lips. My right hand found its way to my nephew's groin, where I cupped his heavy balls in my palm. My voice was soft as I asked him, "How do you want her, Briany?" I looked into his eyes – they were becoming the same ice-blue slits as his aunt's. I stuck a finger into Laurie's steaming cunt, making sure we could all her juices sloshing inside her. I lowered my face to his swelling cock and gently sucked the plum-shaped head into my mouth. He groaned as I rolled my tongue over the sensitive ridge of the crown of his majestic shaft. After a moment of pure bliss, I let him slide out between my lips. His cock was twitching as the blood continued to fill him. "You wanna fuck her cunt?" I spread her lips apart and slid a second finger inside her. When she started bucking her hips into my hand, I withdrew my cream-covered fingers from her frothy pussy. With my right hand, I reached over her hip and spread her ass cheeks. When her puckered brownish pink hole was exposed, I slid a finger into her backside. Laurie gasped a the sudden intrusion. My voice was a harsh whisper. "Or do you want to start off fucking your aunt in the ass, Brian?" His breath was coming faster now; a drop of shiny pre-cum leaked from the hole in the tip of his dick, now grown to mammoth length and girth. Brian looked at me, his lust making the task of choosing impossible. "Tell me what to do, Uncle Steve. Dad said you would make it the best...so...you tell me, okay?" I heard my brother's grunt of agreement from across the room. I gently removed my finger from Laurie's tight butt-hole and rolled her on to her back. I slid a small pillow under her ass and spread her legs wide. I moved Brian so he was kneeling between her slick, flushed thighs and took his cock in my hand, sliding him up and down through her wet slit. They were both moaning, lost in the feeling, the sensuality of the moment. They were both chilled with thought of this incestuous act. Brian's pole was rock-hard and he had to move his hips back to get the right angle as I positioned his cockhead between his aunt's swollen labia. As I guided him slowly inside my wife's juicy cunt, his eyes rolled back in his head. "Oh, my God..." Brian moaned from deep in his throat, "Aunt Laurie...this is unbelievable...Dad..." He turned around to look at his father, watching intently, a proud smile plastered across his face. "Her pussy feels like liquid fire...I've never felt anything like this..." He turned back to his aunt and gripped her around her hips. Brian used his strong arms to pull her up his thighs as he knelt before her, forcing the full length of his blood-stiffened cock into her moist channel, filling her completely. Laurie's eyes were closed, breathless gasps and moans escaping her lips as her young lover fucked her hard and deep. Brian rocked back and forth, plunging his crème-covered fuck stick into my wife's hungry cunt up to his swollen balls, then pulling out slowly, drawing her lips with him until her plunged again. He slid a hand up her sweaty torso until he held her breast tightly in his large hand. He squeezed her tit flesh hard enough to leave red marks, and then he started to twist and pull her nipple. Laurie opened her eyes, first making eye contact with David. I glanced his way and saw him nod slightly to her. Then my hot little wife looked into her nephew's eyes. With the deepest, breathiest voice she had, she said, "Briany, baby...listen to me, honey. Tonight you can have me any way you want me...and I promise you're gonna have a great time." I looked at Brian as he moaned out loud. His cock was buried to the hilt, and I knew Laurie had to be squeezing his full length were her talented pussy walls. Laurie and Her Nephew "But just a little 'fyi' baby..." My wife's eyes were glazing over again, her body succumbing to her lust, her passions inflamed by every facet of the scenario unfolding before all of us. "Briany," her voice was lower, even sexier as she whispered to him, "the kind of pain that really makes me hot...it comes from your beautiful cock pounding into my cunt when you loose all control...it comes from your monster dick stretching my ass, forcing me to take all of you there. But the rest of me responds a lot better to soft and gentle than hard and rough, baby." Laurie pulled Brian down to her and kissed him hard and deep, squeezing him against her full breasts. As she broke the kiss, she smiled at him. "But, baby...really...tonight you can do anything you want to me...just please, baby..." Laurie's body was rocking back and forth as Brian fucked her harder and deeper than before. "Please baby...don't ever stop fucking me...Jesus, David!!!" Laurie screamed across the room, "His big, fuckin' cock is gonna make me cum...oh, God, Brianie...I can feel you, baby...don't stop...I can feel you against my cervix, opening me up, lover...Oh God!" Laurie screamed, "It hurts, baby...no, don't stop...I'm gonna cum on your big, fat cock, lover...unghhh...David, I love your son...will you let me keep fucking him after tonight?" Beads of sweat were dropping from my nephew's face as he continued his assault on his aunt's well-fucked cunt. I could see his attention shift, waiting for his father to respond to Laurie's question. His cock was rock hard as he kept battering against the depths of her fiery pussy. Laurie's groans were getting louder, more insistent as her nephew plumbed the depths of her liquid love. She knew that is she tipped her hips up, into just the right position, Brianie would be able to slip his cockhead into her cervix. More than anything, she wanted, no...she needed to feel his hot blast shoot into in her as deep as he could go. David sipped his drink, motioned me over with a joint in his hand, while considering his slut's request. He looked at me – I shrugged my shoulders, took a big hit and smiled at him. He knew the risks and the rewards of this scenario as well as I did. I knew, if he decided to let them carry on, he would accept his responsibility should anything go wrong. Together, we watched his son fuck my wife, taking her to places neither of us had ever been. Later, she would tell us it was the situation that took her out of control; just the thought of fucking Brianie in front of both David and me made her cunt spasm. When it finally happened for real, she lost all control. I moved back to the bed to observe the scene on display. Laurie was on her back, her pelvis tipped up like a supplicant, ready to receive the holy scepter again and again. Her skin was flushed a rosy pink; her nipples were hard as diamonds crowning slick and swollen breasts. Brian was flushed as well, with sweat dripping off his angular face and splashing lightly on to his aunt's searing flesh. I moved closer and put my hands on their joined sex. "Brian, stop for a minute. Calm down just a little..." I spoke slowly and quietly as he stopped rocking his hips forward and back. When he withdrew his crème-covered stalk I wrapped my hand around him and slowly drew him all the way out of my wife's sweet cunt. They both protested but I didn't pay them any attention as I gently rolled Laurie over until she was laying face down, her head on the pillow. Her left side was raised slightly as I drew her left leg up and bent her knee. In this position, her perfect ass was raised and tilted towards her nephew, her newest lover. I bent over her and spread her cheeks with my left hand, With my right, I scooped up some lubrication from her frothy cunt and spread it over and around her puckered back door. Her protests stopped and her moaning began as she realized what was in store. Brian's eyes were burning a hole in me as I leaned in further and used my tongue to open up her anal passage. When she was ready, I leaned back and took my nephew's cock in my hand. I looked at my brother, hoping I would see a pleased and knowing look on his face. I did. I turned back and grabbed the bottle of massage oil. After letting a few drops fall on Laurie's butt-hole, I squirted a little in my hand and then rubbed it all over Brian's throbbing cock. I put the bottle down and brought Brian closer, laying him down on his right side behind his aunt. Again, I spoke softly as I rubbed his magnificent erection. "Let me do this until she's ready for you, okay?" Brian mumbled something – I took it as a 'yes'. I put his left arm over Laurie's side until his fingers found her firm tit and then the pointed nipple. As he kissed her sweat-covered neck and played with her distended tip, I took his cock and put it against her rear opening. They gasped together as the dark-pink plum shaped cockhead pressed into her tight hole. I leaned down and whispered in my wife's ear. "Relax, baby...you're so beautiful like this...so hot...remember, baby, breathe easy...when you feel him push in, you push out...okay?" She whimpered something back to me – again, I assumed it was her agreement so I moved back to see the penetration I was orchestrating. Tightening my grip around Brian's huge hard-on, I pushed him into Laurie's ass. As he got his huge head past her sphincter, Laurie groaned. And again, her comments were directed towards my brother. "Oh David...God, he's so big..." I was holding him in place, letting her backside adjust to his amazing girth. "So...unghh..." I fed several more inches of my nephew's man-meat into my wife's ass. "Christ that feels so good, Brianie." Laurie seemed to have adjusted, so I let Brian slide the next few inches past her stretched-out ring. Again, Laurie moaned as she repeated her earlier request. "Jesus, David...please...unghh...can I, lover? Can I...keep fucking your son...OH MY GOD..." When I saw Laurie's muscles relax, I slowly pulled Brian all the way out her. It was so hot, seeing how her asshole remained open, as if waiting to be filled again. Entranced, I put my face between her cheeks and reamed her with my tongue; I had to experience that myself. Then once again, I took my nephew in hand and brought him to her wide-open backside. This time, I guided him in about half-way and then with drew him again. And still, her asshole remained open, perhaps the most blatant invitation I have ever seen. I called David over to the bed to witness this depravity up close and personal. Hardly believing his eyes, he took three fingers and slid them easily up her backside. He leaned over and kissed her neck, then whispered something in her ear. She started moaning even before he straightened up and took his son's fully erect cock in his hand and plunged him as far up her ass as he could go. Laurie's moans turned into a short scream, matched by Brian, as he buried his full ten inches straight up her rectum. After a moment's hesitation, he pulled himself all the way out of her rear chute. And again, her gateway held itself open for more. David must have seen enough to answer Laurie's question. But he did it by speaking to his son. "Okay, Brian...don't keep her waiting...fuck her ass now – good and hard." Again the two lovers moaned and groaned, mumbling to each other as Brian's long, muscular body was covering his aunt's back. He was nibbling on the back of her neck, playing with her tits again, as he fucked her asshole, sawing in and out, picking up his tempo the longer they fucked. "So, Brian," David continued, "is she an okay fuck?" "Jesus, Dad...yeah...duh!" He couldn't help it, I guess...he started giggling as he was fucking my wife's ass. Laurie's moans kept my attention on Brian's cock as he slid in and out of her back door. "Okay, then, Son...here's the deal." Now he was looking directly at me as he spoke. "Did I tell you that he's moving back here?" I shook my head. "He's gonna be working for my friend – the one he interned with last summer. So, I figure he's gonna need a slut." Laurie moaned as she understood her brother's intentions. "Yeah, I think it could, you know, make things easier for him." I must have looked a little puzzled, but David continued. "First, he won't have any pressure if he just needs to get laid, right?" Laurie was moaning non-stop as Brian was playing with her nipples while plunging into her faster and deeper with each stroke. "Second, if he finds an apartment...you know, he'll probably have some roommates...either from college or maybe, some friends from high school." Laurie groaned as she listened to David. Brian graduated high school with our daughter. Many of his friends knew Laurie from years before. "If something comes up with them, he may need a slut to take care of the problem, or whatever...you know, to be around to fuck them or blow them if they want it. Maybe," and he winked at me, "he'll need a hostess for a card game or something." Laurie was rocking back and forth as Brian fucked her faster and faster. "Fuck me, baby...Brianie, you're gonna make me cum again, baby...please, don't stop...keep fucking me with you huge cock, Brianie..." "And third," David resumed his countdown, "he may have some kind of situation at work where the services of a slut might be helpful. You know, fuck the boss...fuck the clients, whatever. "So, to answer your question, Laurie...will I let you keep fucking him?...let me put it this way. If you want to continue as my slut...you'll be my son's slut as well." I know Laurie heard him as her moans turned into the little screams that always seem to precede her orgasm. She almost couldn't get the words out. "Is that what you want, Brianie? Do you want your aunt to be your very own, personal slut?" "Dad?" Brian turned his face to look at his father. Smiling, David said, "It means she'll do what you ask her to, Son. She'll be available to you...and to anyone you say...any time, any place. All you need to do is to tell her she will be your slut as you cum in her ass." Brian jumped a little as I started to massage his swollen balls and play gently with his asshole. "God, Uncle Steven," he could barely speak, "that feels so great...I'm gonna cum..." His cock was moving like greased lighting in and out of her ass. "Laurie...you're gonna be my slut...unghhh...Jesus...you are my slut, Laurie...until I say that you're not." At that moment, I could feel his climax start to move up from his swollen sac through the bottom of his stalk. I had to pull my hand away as he buried himself up to his balls. His ass cheeks clenched repeatedly as he poured jet after jet of his cum into my wife's well-fucked rectum. Underneath his taut flesh, my wife was groaning, deep into a sexual frenzy. Her nephew fucked her ass so well, she thought. The scenario's David painted while Brianie plunged in and out of her tight ring made her hotter and hotter. When he mentioned being a hostess for a card game, she felt her climax starting deep in her spasming cunt. As it grew inside her, she realized she was going to cum on Brian's magnificent tool – something that almost never happens for her – and realizing it made her climax grow even stronger. Then, as she felt his beautiful cock swell up inside her and plunge as deep as it could go, and she felt the thick, hot cum splash inside her, she heard Brian declare his 'ownership' of her...and her orgasm rolled through every fiber of her body, washing her with waves of pure pleasure as she lay still underneath her young nephew's body. Brian was still buried inside his aunt's sweet ass as he started to calm himself, his breathing slowly returning to normal, the savage expression softening back to the face that showed awe and wonder. He licked the sweat off of her neck as he grabbed a handful of hot, firm breast. "I don't think I heard you answer me, Aunt Laurie." His voice held a small trace of disbelief at his unbelievable good luck. He pulled her nipple slowly, sending flashes of pleasure through her cunt. His voice dropped to a hoarse whisper. "Are you my slut? Just like my dad said?" Laurie groaned again, knowing (she thought) what the consequences of her desires might be. She rolled her head back and kissed her nephew hard and deep. Her eyes were ice-blue slits. When she broke the kiss, she asked, "Do you want me, Brianie? Or is it because David said it?" She rolled her hand over his side and around his hip until her deft fingers found his balls resting against her ass cheeks. "If you want me to be your slut, baby..." she squeezed his sac, "tell me to do something slutty." Brian looked thoughtful for a moment, then his boyish grin returned. He held Laurie's cheeks apart as he slowly withdrew from the depths of her bowels. Although his cock was soft and pliable, it was still long and thick from the blood still trapped there. He moved around so that he was leaning against the headboard with his back, his legs spread and his knees drawn up. His voice cracked as he tried to bark out his first command. "Clean my cock, slut! Suck it clean!" Laurie moved me out of her way as she knelt between Brian's legs, sitting back on her heels in the same submissive pose she had used earlier with my brother. As she brought her hands around her, she put them on the inside of his thighs, sliding forward until her mouth met her hands at his cock. She moaned deeply as she licked the top layer of their union off his long, thick shaft. Then she licked her way up, finally sucking his head between her lips. Brian was moaning almost as loudly as she was as her tongue worked its magic over the crown and around the sensitive ridge, all the time sucking and swallowing around him. She let him slide out from between her swollen lips, holding him up in her left hand while cupping his slime-covered sac in her right. Brian had a hand on her shoulder, pushing her down, urging her to give his balls the same treatment. And she obliged him, taking each of his balls into her mouth, gently licking the soft flesh of their sex residue. When she felt him clean, she started to move back up when she felt her nephew's hands on her shoulders. "Not yet, Laurie. You're not through." His hands pressed harder, moving her face down. "My ass, slut...you forgot to clean my ass." I had drifted back to the massage chair where David had a joint lit for me. I took a hit and handed it back to him. Together, we watched his son learn how to control a very willing woman. We watched my wife fuel her sexual desires by submitting to the moment, doing as her young nephew asked. She used her hands to spread him wider and after teasing him with little licks around his tight brown hole, she hardened her tongue and plunged it deep into his ass. Brianie's head was rolling back and forth as his aunt continued her assault on his back door. He held her head between his hands, his voice straining with every word. "Hold it there, slut...deep. That's right...now move it around, but leave it in me." Laurie's body started to shake as Brian's words held her captive. "God, it feels so good..." His hands moved from her head to her shoulders, pulling her face deeper into his ass. "I can't wait to see you...doing this...to my friends..." Laurie's shakes had turned to quakes as he brought her darkest desires to light. "Oh God, Laurie...Aunt Laurie...I can't wait 'til I see you fuck your daughter's old boy friends..." Laurie started reacting to the heat radiating from her leaking cunt. Her body started to shake and she couldn't hold her position any longer. She looked up at him, her look was pure lust, her voice almost a whisper. "You would make me do that, Brianie?" Her eyes fell to his rock-hard pole, admiring the resilience of youth. She bent over him and plunged her mouth down over him, taking him deep into her throat on the first pass. (David and I gave each other looks of pure amazement – knowing what Brian was feeling.) As she held him in her throat, making swallowing movements that massaged the full length of his turgid shaft, Brian continued to lead her into the dark. He reached forward and palmed her heavy breasts, his voice still like a menacing whisper. "Oh yeah, Aunt Laurie...maybe...yeah...you know what? I know some of her girlfriends who would like some of this as well." Laurie moaned all over his cock as she started sucking hard at the head and jacking him off, trying to make him cum again for her. I looked at David again as we shared the last of the joint. As I leaned across him to snuff it out in the ashtray, I felt his hands on my shoulders, pushing me slightly downward. Seeing the clear liquid seeping from the tip of his thickening cock, I opened my lips wide and took him into my mouth. I stayed there while he gently rocked his hips in the chair, watching his son and my wife growing ever closer, until he was hard enough for what he really wanted. He pushed me back and then let down the leg rest. He walked over to the bed, his hard cock sticking out in front of him as he approached Laurie from the rear. He was on his knees, behind her; his firm flesh pole directly behind her. He put his hands on the hot, moist skin covering her curved hips. Instinctively, she moved her legs apart, allowing his access to her steamy sex. He leaned over her back, sliding his cock deep into her cunt. Laurie groaned around Brian's cockhead, still sucking and slurping as she continued to jack him off. As my brother started to fuck my wife hard and fast, she started bobbing her head up and down over her nephew's huge erection, matching the timing and the tempo of the assault on her cunt. Brian's eyes were wide open as he watched his father take his aunt, more forcefully than he could have imagined. Every time David slammed into her, it drove more of his son's cock down her throat. It was the hottest thing Brianie had ever experienced, and he could feel the onset of his climax starting to push up from his swollen balls. Laurie started to feel it, too. She wanted them both...simultaneously...to pour all of their cum into her... filling her cunt and her belly with their love. She took a wet finger and worked it slowly into Brian's ass; at the same time, she started squeezing David's cock in a rhythm that she knew would make him loose control. And within seconds, both of her lovers started the grunting and groaning that signaled their impending climax. And seconds after that, they both exploded, shooting stream after stream of cum down her throat and up her cunt at the same time. I watched from the chair as David slowly withdrew his spent cock from Laurie's gaping pussy. She moved off of Brian and lay down next to him, kissing him across his chest, licking the sweat from his neck. David moved over next to her, laying on his side so he could talk with his son. He was stroking Laurie from her hips, over her smooth mound and up to her breasts, rubbing and holding her magic flesh, in love with the feel of it. "Well, my boy," David's tone was all smiles as he spoke to his son, "what do you think of your Aunt Laurie now?" Brian wore a grin that just wouldn't go away. He looked down his aunt's body, admiring the curves and the shapes and the feel of her flushed skin. He brought his gaze back up, saw Laurie looking at him – her eyes so warm, so loving; her lips felt so good as she kissed him. Brian shook his head in total amazement. He said, "I always said that you and," he nodded in my direction, "Uncle Steve were my favorites." Laurie giggled as she dragged her lips over his little pink nipple. "No, really... you know, Dad, right?" David's was completely deadpan as he responded. "Sure, Brian...you always told me Aunt Laurie was your favorite...right after she showed you her tits and french-kissed you in the bar." Laurie & Justin Justin's Visit About a year after we moved to Taiwan, Laurie started working in a private kindergarten in the "western" part of the city. The students were the children of American and European ex-pats and children of wealthy Chinese who wanted an English education. One of her colleagues (and good friend) was an English woman named Katherine. They became quite close – but I did not get a chance to meet her and her husband, Justin, until a Christmas party at a mutual friend's home that year. By that time, Laurie was pregnant with our daughter and just starting to tell her friends about it. I was at the party, mingling a bit, when a tall, thin fellow came up to me. "So, I hear the wife's in ‘the family way'…" He grinned down at me and stuck out his hand. "I'm Justin Harding…Katie's husband…" I guess I looked puzzled. "You know, your wife works with her…Katherine?" "Oh, yeah, sorry, never heard Laurie call her Katie. Nice to meet you. I'm Steve. Yeah, she is pregnant, alright." "So," he gives me a crooked smile, "have you started apologizing yet?" "No, don't think so…not sure what you mean. Why should I be apologizing?" He throws his arm around my shoulder…"My God," he mumbles, "another clueless American. Come with me and I'll explain." He leads me out to the patio (it was Christmas time, but the weather there was about 80 degrees), opens a cigarette case and offers it to me…there are regular and hand-rolled…I take the hand-rolled and he laughs. "I assume," he says, "you know why she's pregnant, uhm?" I nod. He says, "Well then, it's quite evident…it's all your fault. From now on, everything is and will be your fault. Let me guide you, young man. Every day, every single day, upon arising, it will behoove you to substitute ‘I'm sorry' for good morning." I started laughing and we became very close friends thereafter. Justin and Katherine moved to Malaysia shortly before Laurie and I moved to Singapore. We had stayed in touch, and shortly after we moved, we went to visit them. Justin had asked that I bring him some material for the hand-rolled – he could not risk trying to find any in Malaysia. I had been traveling regularly to Bangkok and always had some. The trick was getting over the border. It was only a forty minute drive over the causeway that separates Singapore and the mainland, but the Malay border guards were quite tough. One thing, though, about Muslims in uniform – they are so predictable. I enlisted Laurie's help. She dressed for the ‘mission' – and she grew more and more excited during the drive. I could hear her breathing get shallower and faster as we approached the border. I looked across to see her dark pink nipples growing through the loose weave of her top. When we pulled up into the well-lit Customs check-point, only one of the four guards paid even a little attention to me and the car. The others were all trying to figure out the best angle to see if my wife's little knit sweater was really as see-through as it appeared. Were they really seeing flesh or was it an illusion? Laurie finally arched her back so that just the dark, puffy flesh of her erect nipples poked thru the loose knit. The guards were satisfied and we were on our way. All in all a brilliant plan. Of course, it did mean that Justin and Katherine were going to have the same view all night long… We were all very close in the years we lived in Asia. Nothing really happened – a little fun flirting when the four of us went to clubs, Justin would dance with Laurie and I danced with Katherine. Both of the girls delighted in wearing sexy outfits, but outside of a kiss here and a touch there, nothing really ever happened. One time, though, Katherine was staying with us in Bangkok while waiting for Justin to return from a trip to Europe. He arrived one day in the middle of the afternoon. Laurie and I took our kids into the garden to give Justin and Kath a little while alone. Unknowingly, our maid walked in on them while Justin had Kath bent over the living room sofa. Later, she told Laurie why Katherine always seemed to have a smile – he was HUGE! We stayed friends even though we moved back to the States and they eventually moved back to Britain. We had just moved into my parents' home in Boca Raton, waiting for our new place to be finished, when the phone rang one day. It was Justin. He had been in Asia, and was working his way east. When he said he had a couple days to spend in the States, we immediately invited him to come visit us. (My folks had left on an extended vacation the week before.) Happily, he said yes and I picked him up at the airport the following day. It was summer in Florida; I was still looking for a new job and Laurie was just hanging out with the kids (now age 5 and 3) at the pool in the back yard. And she was there when we got back from the airport. I led Justin out to the patio. Laurie stood up slowly, letting us see all of her in her tanning bikini (a barely-there little thing) and Justin let out a yelp. "God, it's good to see you again, Beautiful!" He moved to her and grabbed her into his arms – they kissed like they never had before. This little bikini really hid nothing and did nothing to stop his hands moving all about her as they continued to kiss. The longer they kissed, the closer Laurie molded her body into Justin's long, tall form. When Justin's hands found the firm globes of her ass, he started to knead them slowly and sensuously with his long fingers. That seemed to snap Laurie back into the present. They finally broke apart. Flushed and clearly excited (her nipples stood out like bullets through the thin bikini top), we watched my wife turn towards the pool. Looking over her shoulder, she grinned at us as she ‘adjusted' her bikini bottom. Somehow, she managed to move it around just enough to expose her beautiful bottom before she let it snap back in place. We heard her giggle as she turned and dove into the pool. Justin and I went in to change into our swimming suits and we all spent a nice, relaxing afternoon sitting at the pool. Laurie and Justin drank chilled wine coolers and I had a supply of joints rolled. Occasionally, Justin and Laurie would be in the pool together and he kept trying to get closer; but he was extremely considerate of the kids and nothing heavy happened at all. Later, we got some dinner and rented a video. After Laurie put the kids to bed, we all got comfortable and started to watch the movie. After a little while, Justin said he was very tired from the flight and the time change. He was going to take a shower and go to bed. Thanking us both for dinner and "all this wonderful hospitality" he leaned across Laurie and patted me on the shoulder. Then, moving slowly enough to leave my wife with a ‘graceful out' if she wanted, he leaned into Laurie and kissed her passionately, squarely on the lips as she sat next to me. When she let out a soft moan, I saw Justin moving her mouth open to accept his tongue. And as she did, putting her arms around his neck, our friend slid his right hand over her t-shirt and on to her left breast. My heart was pounding as I watched him roll her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Then, making both Laurie and I gasp at the same time, he pinched the extended tip as he kissed her even harder and deeper than before. He withdrew with a strange half-grin, said goodnight and turned to go shower. "Baby, that was sooo hot!" Laurie hissed into my ear as she moved into my arms. She lifted her t-shirt, exposing her dark and swollen nipple. "Did you like that, baby? Did you like seeing that?" She licked my ear; my shivers increased as she stroked my stiff cock through my shorts. She knew the answer to her question. I asked Laurie if she wanted to help Justin relax from his long trip. She smiled and said she would love to see if the maid's report had been accurate. She got up and took my hand. "Come on," she said, "let's pick out something for me to wear." We went into our room and I thought my heart would pound itself out of my chest, thinking about what would soon be happening, as Laurie stripped off her shorts and t-shirt. I opened her dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of string bikini panties – plain white cotton but with a very small front panel – and a loose, sleeveless t-shirt with big cut-outs for the arm holes, the kind they call ‘wife-beaters' now. While she slipped them on, I walked across the hall (Justin was staying in my parents' room – master bath access from that room) to see what he was up to; he was still in the shower. I adjusted one of the mirrors that was facing the bed, angling it so I could see the whole bed from our room if the door was open a crack. When I was finished, Laurie came out of our bathroom. She had just brushed her teeth and redid her makeup, looking quite hot. I told her Justin was still in the shower. I suggested that she should probably go see if he needed any towels or anything. Laurie grabbed my arm and turned me back towards her. She kissed me hard, her hand finding my hard cock again. She hissed again into my ear, this time to say she loved me. I went back into our room to get comfortable, lit a skinny and settled back to watch the action in the mirror. I heard Laurie ask Justin if he needed any towels or anything else. I didn't hear his reply, but I did see Laurie sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for him. A minute later, I saw Justin come into the room, one towel around his waist and another around his shoulders. He was smiling as he walked to the bed. I could see my wife's breast from where I was. I started leaking pre-cum as I thought about his close-up view. He sat down, still in his towel, and fell back with his head on the pillow. "God, I'm beat. I could really use a good night's sleep." Laurie, sitting next to him (by his waist), said, "You know, when Steve travels, he likes me to help him relax when he returns. Do you think you might like that, Justin?" "Uhm, err…relax?" He looked a little puzzled, but not uninterested… "You know, just something to help him fall asleep." And I see her trail the tips of her fingers over a ridge in the bath towel. "And he won't bloody mind, then?" Justin seemed much more interested now. I could see the ridge in his towel start to rise under Laurie's ministrations. "No, I don't think so. No, not at all…" my wife giggled. Now, with two fingers, she is starting to stroke him over the towel. She is sitting with her left thigh on the bed and the calf hanging off...her right foot is on the floor. As she strokes him, he moves his left hand to her thigh and starts to rub a little. "Do you think Kath would be okay with this?" Laurie asks. I hear Justin mumble something, and then Laurie says, "Good. You know I couldn't do this if it would make Kath angry…" In the mirror, I see Laurie pull the ends of the towel out from Justin's waist. "Oh, my God, Justin…" Laurie bends over and I see her take his swelling cock in her left hand and give him a long lick from base to tip. He continues to grow as she licks his long, thick shaft and then sucks his fleshy head into her mouth. Justin slides his hand higher on the inside of her thigh – my view is blocked, but I know he is playing with her panties, trying to get to her hot, creamy slit. He gets too long too quickly, and she has to change position. Laurie climbs on to the bed and bends over him (so she is facing the mirror I adjusted) and slips her mouth over his cock. As she holds her head still, I know she is working him with her tongue and lightly rubbing his balls. Justin now has his right hand inside the arm-hole of her shirt, rubbing her breast and pinching her nipple as she plays with him. As I am trying to remember how to breathe, Laurie starts sliding her head up and down until she buries her nose in his balls. She holds still for a minute and then slowly slides up and off. She holds him up (for my benefit) and he looks like a full 8 inches, nice and thick, just like what my wife craves. His cock is twitching back and forth. "Now it looks like you're ready to get relaxed." Laurie sits back and smiles at him. She bends towards him and kisses him lightly on the lips, then straightens up and throws her right leg over him and moves so she is poised over him. Justin is looking like a wild man – waiting for something to happen. He doesn't wait long. Laurie takes his hard, long prick in her left hand. Angling herself a little towards the mirror, I see her use her right hand to pull the front panel of her panties to the side, and slowly lower herself on to our friend's very large, very dark cock. Her slippery wet cunt swallows his stiff shaft – I can hear it from the other room. "How's this feel, Justin?" She is rocking slightly back and forth. "Isn't this relaxing?" Then a little louder (for my benefit) "God, Justin, you are filling me up! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard!" From Justin – "Oh, Jesus, Laurie…you don't know… how long…this feels so good…" Sitting straight up, Laurie grabs the bottom of her t-shirt and slowly pulls it up over her head and then completely off, exposing herself, totally uncovered for Justin to admire. In the mirror, I can see her excitement. Her breasts are flushed a deep pink and her skin has the sheen of sex-sweat. Her nipples are as hard and long as I've ever seen them. I try to keep my hands off of myself as I watch my wife and our old friend fucking wildly in the next room. Justin's voice gets louder as he begins losing control. "All those times…at the pool, or on vacation at the beach…I've wanted to fuck you for so long…" Laurie takes Justin's hands on puts them on her breasts. "Fuck me now, baby!" she hisses at him, her excitement growing as she rides him furiously. "Do it, Justin! Fuck me! Make me yours!" His voice was raw as he told her, "If I make you mine, it will be as my slut." My wife moaned as he pulled her nipples away from her tits. "I'll fuck you again and again…" "Yes, please, Justin. Anything you want, anytime, baby…" Laurie was swooning as he kept up his assault. Justin has his hands all over her as she alternates rocking back and forth and lifting herself up and down, just completely fucking him up into her steaming cunt. Justin starts mumbling again and I see Laurie reach her hand behind and under her ass. She starts tickling his balls and leans forward – her tits mashed against his chest. They kiss deeply and I see his legs tense up. His thighs start shaking as he shoots everything he has into her, flooding her cunt with his hot, thick seed. I feel the pre-cum covering the head of my rock-hard cock as I watch his muscles clench two, three, four times as he drives himself up and in as far as he can possible go. And then finally, with a heavy shudder, they both stop. Laurie leans back a little, kisses Justin lightly on the lips and tells him she hopes he gets a good night's sleep. She pulls her shirt back on over her swollen and flushed breasts and as she starts to climb off of him, she pulls her panties snugly into place. Justin looks at her, a bit puzzled. "It's a treat for Steven," she tells him. "Maybe he will join us tomorrow night. Would you like that, Justin? Then you can see how I give it to him first hand." And with that, she walks out and comes back into our room. She left the door open in Justin's room as she moved across the hall and came back to me. She left our door open as well. I knew she wanted Justin to hear everything. She crawled onto the bed, on her knees, straddling my outstretched legs. My hot, flushed and sweat-covered wife grinned down at me as she grabbed my hard-on. "My goodness, baby! What could have gotten you so excited?" she giggled as she stroked me. My mouth was so dry I could hardly reply. "You, baby. It's always you." She was working her way up my body and I could see the outline of her swollen lips through her panties, so wet they were nearly transparent. She rubbed her mound over my prick, making me moan again. She leaned forward and kissed me. "Are you this excited because of Justin, baby?" She pushed her tongue into my mouth. "Are you happy I fucked your friend?" My heart was pounding outside my chest and my breathing was getting shallow and rapid. "Yes, baby," I whispered up to her. Laurie's eyes were glazed with lust as she looked down at me. She moved up to my chest, her knees pinning my arms to the bed. Her hand snaked down over her breast, playing with her nipple, and then down to her soaked underwear. "Look what he did to me, baby." She pulled the tiny front of her bikini panties aside, showing me her well-used pussy. Like a deer trapped in headlights, I laid there frozen, my eyes locked in front of me. The skin covering her bare mound was slick with sweat and her nether lips were gaped open. At the bottom of her slit, a pool of Justin's cum and her sex juices mingled together, threatening to spill out. She moved closer; I could smell the intoxicating fragrance of their sex. Without thinking, my tongue snaked out to lick that first drop from her well-fucked cunt. "You love this, don't you, baby?" she hissed with pure lust as my tongue explored her further. "You love the taste of Justin's cum, don't you?" She was loud enough that my friend had to have heard. She moved up further, her knees by my head, her hot, sticky thighs holding me in place. She lowered herself to my mouth, spreading her lips with her fingers. My wife was almost screaming now, lost in her lust. "Eat me, baby! Suck me clean!" I kept my tongue busy, licking the walls of her deep canal, sucking all the liquid I could find into my mouth. Laurie put a hand on my throat and started to massage it. "Swallow him, baby… eat Justin's cum!!!" As she felt me swallow, her own orgasm crested and her cunt started to dance across my face. Laurie finally calmed down, rolled to her side and cuddled next to me. She smiled lovingly at me and we kissed gently. I told her I loved her so much. "I know, baby," she said, "I love you, too." Then, giggling just a little bit, she rolled over towards me and started to stroke my cock. She looked back towards the open door, and again, louder than necessary, she said, "And that's why you'll suck Justin's cock for me tomorrow. Won't you, baby?" I know I heard a deep chuckle from across the hall just before the door closed.