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The First

By: yngpls



Like most young girls, my fancy has always been that of older men.  

I am unsure whether its the experience or just the maturity that makes them more appealing than most guys my age, but I have found that most older men tend to flirt more with the younger girls as well.  Out of all I have met though, there has only been one to make me weak with just a simple wink.

Steve had been a family friend since I was seven, and I took up with him quite easily from the very beginning.  I stayed with him a lot during my parent's separation, mainly because it was easier on them: it was cheap (he never charged to look after me) and they knew I would be safe.

As I got older, I started going to Steve for advice on stupid girl stuff that I am sure he knew very little about, but he always seemed to say the right thing.  I started visiting more, even after I reached the age I could look after myself.  

Most of the time we just sat around and watched movies, but I would have been happy just cuddling up to him.  I didn't realize I was attracted to him until recently, when boy had tried to get up my shirt.  

For a moment, I closed my eyes and pictured Steve caressing my breasts, gently twisting my nipples.  I snapped back out of that and slapped the boy's hand away.  The idea of any boy touching me repulsed me, except for Steve.  I went home and masturbated twice, playing the idea up in my head, though I was convinced he wouldn't have done anything to me.

One night, dressed in a casual dress I wore mostly during summer, I went to his house to watch a movie.  As he was preparing everything, I snooped in the drawer of the coffee table, shuffling through random papers and old magazines.  I came across one that caught my eye.  Barely Legal Virgins the title read, with the front cover showing a picture of a very young looking girl around 18, my age, in a little nightie with her legs spread.  

I quickly closed the drawer and looked up, as though I had been caught doing something terrible.  My mind was swimming in thought.  He likes young girls like me?  Does that mean he finds me attractive?  How come he hasn't tried anything with me?  

He finally came out of the kitchen with a beer for him, a bowl of ice cream for me.  

"Ready to watch?" he asked with a grin.  

I simply nodded as he plopped next to me on the couch and pressed play on the remote.  

"This is going to be good," he stated.  

Suddenly everything he said felt dirty to me.  I could feel my crotch become hot.  All the thinking became too much for me, and I finally fell asleep midway through the movie, my head leaning against his shoulder.   

I woke up with a blanket over me and Steve gone.  I got up and walked down the hall, where I heard a bit of heavy breathing in his bedroom.  Curiously, I poked my head inside and saw him lying in bed with his eyes closed, and his hand stroking up and down on his dick.  

My eyes popped out when I saw him.  The ones I had seen before had always belonged to boys, and where quite a deal smaller than what he had.  I licked my lips and slowly slid my hand down to my crotch, rubbing gently.  

"Oh, fuck..," he whispered, as his hand started to move faster, pumping up and down, up and down.  I let out a slight moan but quickly bit my lip, afraid that if he heard me, he would stop and never talk to me again.  But I also wanted him to hear me.  I wanted him to know I was watching, hoping maybe he'd invite me in for a closer watch.

Steve suddenly stopped and let out a loud sigh.  I gasped as I saw huge globs of cum squirt out of his cock, hitting his chest and stomach.  I pulled my hand away from my crotch and stared.  I had given oral sex before to a boy I knew, and I've always liked it.  I wanted to taste Steve then, and was weak in the knees from the idea.  

As soon as I saw him get up, I ran to the living room and back on the couch, covering up and hiding any trace that I was just a peeping tom a few seconds ago.  I heard the water running in the bathroom for a moment, then heard him walk to where I was.  He gently shook my shoulder.

"Hey, sweetie, I think I should take you back home before your mother worries."

I slowly opened my eyes as though I had just came from a deep and peaceful sleep.  "Aww,  can't I spend the night?  I don't feel like going home."

"I don't know.  I think you'd be more comfortable in your own bed than on a couch."

I raised up and stared at him, nervous about how bold I was attempting to be.  "I can't sleep in your bed?"

"I....uh...don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

He sighed and sat down, and I casually put my legs on his lap.  Giving him the pouty look that always allowed me to get my way, I begged.  "PLEASE lemme stay.  I promise I'll be good.  You won't even know I am here!"

Steve stared for some time at me, and then patted my legs.  "Well, I don't work tomorrow, so...okay, just let me call your mother and tell her you fell asleep."

After the okay from my mother, who wasn't the least bit concerned, I stayed up and watched a couple of late night shows with him.  I could not take my mind off of what I saw earlier with him, as my eyes kept shifting from the TV to his boxer shorts.  I didn't even notice he had caught me staring until I looked up at one point, and met his eyes.  I quickly turned red and glued my eyes back on the television set.  

He got up and sat next to me on the couch, putting an arm around me and a hand on my knee.

"So," he started, his voice sounding a bit different in tone, "are there any new boys in your life, dear?"

Nervously, still not taking my eyes away from the image on TV, I said, "There was one, but I broke up with him."

"Why? He didn't hurt you did he?"

"No..."  I trailed off, too shy to go any further.

"Well, what then?"

"I um....he...he touched me."

Steve shifted a bit, allowing his hand to slightly go up my leg, rubbing back and forth above my knee.  "What do you mean?"

I then looked down, suddenly feeling ashamed about the situation that had happened with the boy, remembering the image that came to my mind when he touched me.

"Where did he touch you?"  Steve took a different approach, and this time I carefully answered.

"He, rubbed my umm....my breasts."

"And you didn't like that?"

"I....I don't know."

"You don't know if you liked it?"

I glanced at him and blushed.  "I don't know if he did it right."

Steve slightly smiled and said, "Well, how did he do it?"

I dropped my mouth and shook my head.  "I can't...I can't show you that!"

"Oh, come on sweetie.  I've known you since you didn't have breasts.  We used to be able to tell each other anything.  I won't think differently of you.  I am only curious."

I stared a minute into his eyes, still imaging him earlier getting himself off.  I sighed.

"Okay," I started, as I raised up my left hand and put it softly on my left breast.  "Like....he did it like this,"  and I rubbed it in circles for a while.

"Hmm...," Steve started.  "I don't see how you can get much pleasure in that."

"I didn't really.  I just...sorta closed my eyes and thought of other things."

"What kind of things?"

I blushed deeper and turned away again.  "Stuff."

He chuckled and let his hand move up again, this time on the middle of my thigh.  "The sky?"

I laughed.  "No, not stuff like that."

He leaned in close to my ear and whispered as his hand reached the upper part of my thigh, close to my panties.  "Tell me, and I'll tell you what I was thinking when you were watching me earlier."

I gasped and quickly hid my face with my hands. "Oh my God! I'm soooo sorry!!!  Please don't tell anyone!"

He pulled my hands away and smiled big.  "It's okay, dear.  It's nothing you should feel ashamed about.  I was wanting you to catch me."

I looked at him with my mouth wide open.  "Why?"

"Because," he rubbed more quickly on my thigh, "I am attracted to you."

I stared at him for a long time and finally, in a barely audible voice, said, "I was thinking about you rubbing my breasts instead."

He leaned in, kissed my earlobe and then said, "And I was thinking of you touching me instead."

My eyes were wide as he took his hand away from my thigh and placed it on top of my breasts, taking turns rubbing each one.

"You know I could do this much better if you didn't have the dress covering them."

I slowly stood up, and allowed him to take the dress off me.  I now stood in front of him with only a pair of panties on, my nipples hard from the shock of sudden air.  I couldn't believe this was happening.  All my fantasies of him were coming together.  How was I going to handle myself?

Steve pushed me back down on the couch and continued rubbing my beasts, only this time twisting the nipples gently.  I moaned and closed my eyes a moment, letting it all soak in.

"You like that, beautiful?"

"Yes....I do."

"How do you feel?"

"Good...really good."

He put his hand on top of my panty-covered mound.  "And how does this feel?"

All I could do was moan.  I was aching in anticipation on what he was going to do next.  He then leaned in close to my right tit and took it sweetly in his mouth, sucking softly on the nipple and occasionally letting his teeth graze along it.  

His other hand was slowly rubbing my crotch, and I am sure he could feel the heat from it.  I couldn't take much more of how slow and careful he was being.  All I wanted him to do was take me.

Whispering, I said, "Harder..."

He lifted off my nipple and looked at me.  "What was that?"

I stared at him and slightly louder repeated, "Harder..."

He smiled and a look of lust came over his eyes.  "Oh...you like it rough?"

I just continued staring.  "I...I don't know."

Suddenly he came down upon my nipple and sunk his teeth on it, causing me to cry out.  "Like that?"

"YES!" I suddenly lost all inhibitions and screamed.

Steve moaned and sucked harder.  Now his hand was inside my panties, working hard at my swollen clit.  I felt his dick against my thigh, and I moved it up and down.  He stood up and smiled, as I lay there completely horny and wanting more.  

He took off his boxers and I gasped as I saw the dick that I witnessed earlier.  Without question, I immediately raised up and flicked my tongue back and forth on the huge, purple head.

"Oh gosh, baby, you've done this before, haven't you?"

I looked up and slightly smiled, as I slowly put the whole tip in my mouth, sucking slowly.  He put his hand on the back of my head and forced me to take him all in.  I almost gagged and pulled away.

"It's okay, I like to hear that.  Come on, sweetie.  Show me how much of a slut you can be."

I don't know why, but in the instant he said slut, I moaned loudly against his cock and allowed him to push my head again, letting the head touch the back of my throat.  He increased the pace little by little, until my head seemed to be a blur.  Precum oozed out and coated my tongue.  He tasted as good as I thought he would.

He suddenly pulled out of my mouth and gasped.  "Lean back," he said in half a voice.

I lied back on the couch and spread my legs, eager to know what was next. Steve quickly ripped my panties off and flung them across the room. He put his head next to my crotch and flicked his tongue a few times on the clit.  I moaned and arched my back.

Grinning, he said, "Mmm, I wonder what it feels like."  

With that, he took a finger and slid it up and down on my slit, until he stopped above my hole.  He pushed it in hard, and then wiggled it around, hitting my inner clit again and again.  I yelped at the surprise pleasure.

"Wet...hmm...what should I do now?"  He looked up at me, his finger still attacking my g-spot.  I grabbed the back of his head and tried to push him forward, but he resisted.  "No, baby, tell me what you want me to do."

I closed my eyes and begged, "Please taste me.  Lick my pussy, please!"

Steve grinned and quickly dove in, sucking my clit hard while still finger fucking me.  He took his finger away, lifted my legs up high and sunk his tongue into my hole.  

"Oh FUCK!"  Never had anyone done that to me before.  I took one of my fingers and rubbed my clit, as he continued to move his tongue in and out of me.  I came almost instantly, and he felt it obviously, moaning at the taste.

He finally lifted his head up and kissed me on my lips, letting me taste myself for the first time.  "Bend over," he whispered in a stern, heated voice.

I turned over and arched my ass out at him, spreading my legs just slightly.  I yelped as he slapped his hand aside my butt cheek.  

"You want to feel me inside you now?"  He slapped my ass again, only harder.  "Answer me!"

"PLEASE!" I screamed.  

"Little slut, wanting your cherry to be taken by a man old enough to be your father.  You like that idea?  An older man making you his?"  He smacked my butt again, and I know the cheeks were turning red.

"Yes, sir, I do."

I guess the sir remark did him in, because the next thing I knew, I felt his dick rubbing against my hole.  "This will hurt for a moment, baby, but trust me, you'll love it.  I"ll be gentle at first."

"Don't be gentle," I heard myself say, and with that, he growled and plunged into me hard.  I cried out and grabbed the back of the couch, leaving deep imprints of my hands.  He pumped hard and deep, occasionally slapping my ass.

At one point, he grabbed my hair and pulled, making my head reach his.  "My cock feels good inside you, doesn't it?"

"YES!" I screamed, "Fuck my tight pussy, Steve.  Take my cherry!"  

I couldn't believe those words were coming out of my mouth and I guess he couldn't either, because he moaned loudly, reached around to rub my clit and started to pound me faster.

I lost count of how many times I came as he was fucking me, because they all seemed to be one after the other after he started on my clit.  Finally, he pulled out and pulled me around, letting my face right at his cock.  

"Want to taste me?" he asked, and I smiled and opened my mouth wide.  No sooner I did that, did I feel a huge amount of cum explode into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and covering my tongue.  I waited until he was done pumping and then took it upon myself to lick up all the leftover from his cock.  As I swallowed all of it down, he sat down next to me, spent and content.

"Wow," he started, with a wink, "if I'd have known you were like that, I would have tried you a long time ago."

I giggled and stared as he looked off in the distance.  I then guided myself on top of his lap and started to rub my pussy against him slowly, feeling wet once again.  

"Well, it's not over yet, silly."

The First



This is for submissives everywhere, and though specifically aimed at those within a Male Master / female submissive relationship, I hope it will give a good read...

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You've wanted it so much it actually hurts. The day you meet your Master. Your Dom, your Sir, whatever. You've daydreamed about it endlessly, running it over and over in your mind. You may even (and let's face it, probably have) talked it over with Master – where the meeting will take place, what you will wear, how you will act.

And then, Master calls or emails you with a date. Tells you that He will be in your vicinity soon, and that the two of Y/you will finally be able to meet. Your heart leapt, didn't it? You might have flushed a little, your pulse increased, and your mouth may have gone dry. That one date is now burnt into your brain, and you find yourself counting down the weeks, the days, as the event nears perhaps even the minutes... Oh c'mon! I'm not saying I counted the minutes...well, I might have done. But tell me you didn't at least think about it... :o)

Then before you know it, it's the Night Before. I slept soundly on my Night Before, but I'd love to hear how the rest of you fared. But the moment my eyes opened on The Day, I had butterflies in my stomach. I had taken the day off work, as I'm sure you, sweet reader may also have done. And spent the day preparing. Hour by hour passed, and I'm not denying that a Martini slipped it's relaxing way down my throat (at a respectable hour mind you!). I was finally ready to leave the house, having resisted the urge to communicate with my Master via a text message.

Now I live in England, in the UK and fortunately Master happened to be visiting the next town to my home on business, so I did not have to do much travelling. However for a great many of you, my American friends, you may have had to fly to your Master. Perhaps even your first flight, just to add to your nerves. However far, thoughts racing through your head every minute, ticking off check boxes as to various orders you may have had to adhere to.

I reached my destination in a whirl of thoughts and memories of things W/we had shared online, and then forced myself to take a few minutes of deep breathing to relax. I realised that my Master already knew me so intimately, that there was little point in being bashful. I called Him on His cell phone to find that He was checking into the hotel. I was a mere five minutes taxi ride from Him.

How were all of you at this point? The "so near and yet so far" moment. My nerves had gone to be replaced with excitement, and let me tell you, I couldn't get into that taxi fast enough. I marched boldly into the hotel, bag of toys in hand, found my way to Room 501 and almost had a crisis of confidence.

The thought has crossed all our minds: what if we make a terrible mistake, and displease Master early on? This was my second greatest fear. I was most scared that Master would not find me so pleasing in the flesh. Like most of us (I'm guessing) I do not have a cosmo model figure and (personally) am not always the most self confident of people.

The moment you first see Him for real. You've imagined it so many times, in perhaps many different scenarios. You have no doubt that you will find Him pleasing to the eye. How could He be anything but? Curious isn't it, that we can't always think of ourselves in the same way..?

I was so close to that damn door that I could have kissed it! I could actually hear Him moving about inside. This gave rise to a mad thought – what if I were to become...well...a little noisy, this evening... :o) I took a deep breath and knocked politely. A heartbeat later, and the door opened...

And there He was.

My Master. 

The Man who knew me so well, knew my desires and cravings like no other. He was the first to speak.

"Good evening."

I replied quietly with the same, and entered with His permission. Before I knew what was happening, I was standing in the middle of the room, my posture perfect, hands behind my back and head slightly bowed, as Master slowly walked around me.

You've read it in so many stories – the way the Master walks around His submissive, like an animal stalking it's prey. Well, it's no exaggeration, that's really what it felt like. I've *never* been under such close scrutiny in all my life. But it is Master's right to take as long as He wants looking at what is His. I thought I was at my most nervous at that point – how about you guys? But I soon learnt different when Master had me strip in front of Him. I felt that cold fear – maybe you know the one – that He would not find me pleasing when I was really and truly there and naked before His gaze.

I need not have worried – that tremendous relief - you know the kind, don't you my friends? And so I was relaxed at last.

Then I remembered. I was due punishment, and it would not be long coming. I felt that tell-tale swirling in the pit of my stomach as Master ordered me to bring a chair to the centre of the room and bend over it.

Of course, I don't know where the subject of punishment sits with you, my sub friends and your Masters. Perhaps you have never been punished. Maybe you partly enjoy it (I must confess that I do, and so Master makes sure that He never gives me too much of what I will enjoy if I am being punished for wrong-doing). You know how it goes. But of course, Master was one step ahead, and to put an abrupt stop to any hint of enjoyment, He had me replace the chair in front of a full-length mirror in the room, and I was commanded to watch as I was punished.

But I am straying from the point. I am meant to be concentrating on all those thoughts and feelings that assail you before during and after that first precious meeting with Master. How am I doing? Feel free to let me know (but please be nice!)

You feel so complete, actually being able to carry out Master's orders real time, with Y/you both there in the flesh, and the feeling is like no other, and very difficult to describe (at least for me). It's like every happy thought you can imagine, with an extra few thrown in. It's calming and thrilling all at once, and very often, a pure sense of belonging. At least, that's pretty much how I felt. How was it for you? (I've always wanted to say that!)

And when Master enters you for the first time? When he actually takes you? Jeez – that a really tough one – and I'm not at all sure I can do it justice. It will be wonderful though – of that I am certain. Why? Because you desire it so much – it is what you have been waiting for, longing for, and thinking about for all those weeks, months, maybe years. It will be perfect.

Maybe that last paragraph has turned out a little more romantic than I first intended, but I couldn't help it – as you all know – it really does just feel so right. :o)

I need not explain the orgasmic bliss – if you have felt it you will know, if you have imagined or guessed – it will be like that. :o) Or as near as damnit. :o)

I have whizzed through the pre meet, the meet, and so now I must come to the post meet. The goodbye. I have a sneaking feeling (and I can see some of you grinning – especially you there..!) that it will be easy – you will still be up there somewhere on cloud nine, still revelling in how it actually feels to follow Master's orders with Him there – to feel His presence, feel Him touch you, speak to you, kiss you and guide you.

It's where you belong, and that's the feeling you will have until you next get that call or email. And then the whole glorious process begins again. And trust me, although there won't be any "first meet" nerves, you're sure to find something else to be nervous about... :o)

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A footnote:

I don't want to sound like I know it all with this piece – I don't. I just wanted to write something that would convey to people how I as a submissive felt meeting my Master for the first time, and hopefully get some feedback on how some of you felt. And who knows? Maybe it will even persuade (dare I use the word inspire?) some of you out there to relay to a very willing audience how it went for you? I realise I asked a few questions of you reader, and please feel free to answer them.

Of course, as a submissive, it would be pretty good to see some responses from a few Masters/Doms on how they felt meeting their submissive for the first time... :o)



The First



My body stills as I hear the door open. Turning on my heel, the air evaporates from the room when I see the look on your face. One eyebrow raised, you stand there, with your arms crossed, legs slightly apart. 

I bite my lower lip with anxious tension. 'Fuck it' I think to myself. I walk across the room, stand on my toes, and lightly put my lips against yours. I kiss you slowly, trying to get a response from you. Your jaw loosens a bit, and I nip your lower lip. In an instant, you have me pushed against the wall, a hand on my throat. Startled, all I can do is look at you, fear, apprehension, and nervousness flashing across my face.

You reach your other hand behind my head and yank at the clip holding my hair. My hair spills around my face, and you brush it out of my eyes. You then slide your fingers across my cheek, over my shoulder and down my arm. Grabbing my wrist, you raise my hand to your mouth. Locking eyes with me, you force my fingers open, exposing the palm of my hand. As you pull my palm to your mouth, I gasp, knowing what is coming. 

You hold my gaze as you lightly flick your tongue across my palm, and then kiss it. My eyes slide shut, and you put pressure against my neck, causing my eyes to snap back open.

As quickly as you had grabbed me, you release me, and take two steps back. Your eyes move down my body, and as they rove back up to my face you take another step back.

My hands are itching to touch you, and I flex my fingers, trying to make the tingling go away. You glance around the room, taking in the sparse furnishings, then grab both my wrists and pull me toward the bed. Putting your hands on my shoulders, you push my body down, forcing me to sit on the edge of the blue blanket covering the full size bed.

You slip your t-shirt from the waistband of your pants, and jerk it over your head. You slide off your shoes as you unzip your pants. You kick your pants and boxers off and drop them on top of your shoes. I stare at your chest, uncertain what I should do, my grip on the blanket next to my thighs tightening.

You nudge my legs open so you can stand against the bed, between my thighs. Leaning over me, you slide one hand around the back on my neck, into my hair, grabbing a handful of it. Tilting my head back, you latch your mouth onto mine, and begin harshly kissing me, as if you're trying to suck the life from my body. 

When you thrust your tongue into my mouth, I stop fighting the intrusion, and open to you. My hands finally rise and tentatively touch your stomach. Moving my hands upward, they eventually grasp your shoulders and I pull you down toward me. You place one knee on the bed, against the crotch of my pants, and guide me back, moving me toward the middle of the bed. 

I pull my legs up and open, creating room for you to settle directly on me. With me further onto the bed, you climb on as well, and nestle against me, holding your upper body up with your elbows.

We become hungry for the taste of one another, and our kisses grow longer, more intense. I feel you pulling at my shirt, trying to yank it up and I move to make it easier. Our mouths break apart as you remove my shirt. I lie back, and rest against the bed, gazing up at you expectantly.

My eyes widen as you move slightly, and I become aware of the pressure of your already hard cock straining against my covered crotch. I lift my hips a fraction, causing your cock to push against me harder, and you respond with a smile. The transformation in your face makes me breathless, your smile softening your features, and my heart skips a beat.

You reach down and I hear the snap on my jeans release, my zipper slide down. You push up onto your knees, lift one of my legs over your head, and pull my jeans off, grabbing my underwear simultaneously. I immediately move to put my leg back, and as my heel touches the bed, you thrust two fingers into my pussy. As you lean down over me again, your fingers slip in and out of me, becoming damp with the evidence of my desire. My hips instinctively begin to move, pushing against your hand, deepening their thrust. I can feel the tell-tale signs of an orgasm approaching, and make no attempt to hold it off.

My hips move faster, my hands clutch at your shoulders, and our eyes lock. You gauge my reactions and slide your fingers in one last time, keeping them inside of me, but not moving. A groan escapes my throat, and you smirk down at me.

A few seconds pass, and I feel your fingers slip from my body. You bring your hand up, and rub your fingertip across my lower lip, wetting it with my juice. My tongue darts out, licking the trail your finger left, then I raise my head, and stroke your finger with my tongue, lapping all my juice from it.

You groan, and intertwine both hands into my hair, vigorously tugging my mouth to yours. You penetrate my mouth, roughly. I slowly relax my body, muscle by muscle, and let you ravage me. Your fingers tighten, and my head is pulled back, my neck stretching.

Your cock has become positioned against my entrance, and I move my hips, trying to help it slip inside of me. You avoid this, knowing what my intentions are, and continue conquering my mouth. My lips now bruised, you move down to my neck, kissing, licking, tasting every inch. I feel your mouth hover over my pulse, and your teeth bite into me sharply. I groan, but am quickly left gasping when you thrust fully into me. The pain is sudden, my pussy struggling to accommodate your cock. 

Breathing quickly, you stay still, gazing down at me, taking in the tear tracks running from the corners of my eyes. I close my eyes and feel you kiss my tears, wiping them away with your lips, then your mouth brushes against mine, with gentle, but persistent pressure. 

The muscles in my body slowly relax as you lengthen the kiss. You begin to move your hips, causing your cock to slide, inch by inch, out of me, until only the head remains. Patiently, you push back into me, giving me time to get used to your size and length. By your third advancement, I push on your shoulders, shoving you away from me. You settle onto your back, and I immediately straddle you. Lifting my hips, I grasp your cock and guide it back into me. Your hands move to my hips, but I slide them down to my thighs, wanting to be in control of your penetration. You dismiss my movement, and wrap your fingers around my waist, digging them into my skin. You pull me down onto you, and your cock plunges further in than before.

I rock my hips, causing your cock to leap in my tight pussy. Your growl, and raise me up a few inches, and then jerk me back down. The force of your movements sends me off balance, and I catch my upper body on my hands, which land on either side of your head.

The slight change in angle puts pressure against my clit, and I grind against you, enhancing the sensation. Our bodies begin to move; your hands completely guide me through the motions, as I give up all control to you.

One of your hands venture up along my spine, as the other continues on leading me. I shiver, and your hand becomes engulfed in my hair, pulling my face towards your again. We kiss, our mouths mimicking the movements of our lower bodies. 

I break my mouth from yours as I begin to feel the waves of pleasure building in my body. I gasp for air, look down, and our eyes link. You read my facial expressions and know that I am getting close. 

Our bodies rock faster together, and I feel your cock grow harder still. I grab both of your hands, interlace my fingers with yours, and you curve them above your head. Our mouths reconnect, and your thrusting becomes harder. 

Deftly, you push me over, returning me onto my back. Our fingers still interlocked, you pin me to the bed with your weight. You drive your cock into me, pushing my body to its limits. I whimper, and whisper your name. You respond with more pressure. My back arches, and my pussy clenches tightly around your cock, ripping your orgasm from your body harshly. You moan, and continue thrusting. I feel you come deep inside of me, and my pussy pulsates in response.

Seconds pass, and you collapse on me, rolling to your side, pulling me with you. With your cock still inside of me, we both gasp for air, our hearts pounding in our chests.

When our breathing slows, you hug me tighter to you. I feel your lips brush my forehead, and hear you murmur you love me.

I smile secretly to myself, enjoying the afterglow. As I start to doze lightly, I feel you cock lurch inside of me. I quickly pull my face away from your chest, and look up at you questioning. You smile guiltily, and shrug one shoulder. 

Laughing, I pull your head down and press my mouth against yours. I whisper 'I love you' against your lips, and you kiss me roughly, leaving no doubt in my mind that I have been branded as yours.



The First



"Suck me."

"What?" I wasn't sure I'd heard him correctly.

"Suck me. Suck my cock."

My head buzzed for a brief moment until I realized what he was asking of me. 

"I...I don't know. I mean, I've never...geez. I don't know."

He gripped his stiffening dick, outlining it in the faded to nearly white Levis. From where I stood, I could see the triangular shape of the head framed in his fingertips. He squeezed himself gently, fingers pulsing regularly as a heartbeat, waiting for my decision. 

My own pecker twitched in anticipation, yet still I hesitated. I spoke the truth in telling him I'd never done this. Countless chat room sessions engaged me in the act any number of times before, including with him, but so far only as fantasy. Now the moment lay before me. 

We'd met only an hour before in the sports bar at the hotel. Online he'd said he'd never done this either, but in the bar he admitted to a few trysts like this one. He'd said he knew I wouldn't have met him if I'd known how many guys had sucked his cock. He was probably right. 

My cold feet had nearly won the day. I almost didn't go in to bar at all. Once I had, and after we talked a while, he suggested that the public atmosphere in the bar wasn't a good place for continuing this discussion. He purchased two beers to go which we figured to share in the room he'd already booked while we talked a bit more. 

Hindsight knows I sealed the decision when I agreed to go up to the room with him. 

As he looked at me looking at the bulge in his pants, he began unbuckling his belt. Slowly. Almost too slowly. I watched and anticipated, part of me wanting to run to the door, part of me realizing it was now or likely never. The belt buckle slid away. The top of his boxer briefs appeared in the gap. 

"Take off your clothes," he said almost without emotion. His hand stayed on his own cock, hiding it from my view, but obviously growing under his fingers. 

"How far?" I asked.

"Everything." 

I grinned sheepishly, knowing I looked stupid when I did. But my hands responded unthinkingly to his request. First my fleece vest, then my t-shirt. I stood bare-chested, slightly self-conscious of my not-so-perfectly-firm chest and thick patch of hair that stretches from my collarbone down to my pubes. 

"Are you getting naked too?" I asked. 

"No. Not yet."

A deep breath and my hands started taking down my own pants. I wasn't thinking clearly. What am I doing here? Why was I doing this? Why couldn't I stop myself?

My jeans fell to my ankles. I stepped out of them. Only my boxers stood between my cock and full exposure. 

"Everything," he said, again without emotion, though sounding a bit impatient. 

Slowly, nervously, almost shyly, I pulled my boxers down. My cock hung there, raging with sensitivity but hanging just a tad thicker than fully flaccid. I was hesitant to touch it for fear of ejaculating right then and there. 

"I'm nervous," I shrugged, flipping my limp dick around in my hand, hoping he wasn't disappointed. 

"It happens. Almost every first timer is like you." 

I stood there naked and exposed before this near stranger. His hand continued to squeeze his dick in a slow, steady rhythm. He took a step toward me and reached out for my cock. He grabbed it, a tad roughly I thought. He squeezed me in one hand. I felt his middle finger search under my balls for the crack of my ass. Instinctively I squatted slightly, letting him reach farther up there. He rubbed me for just a moment before slowly tracing his way back up my shaft. I felt myself harden with his hand pressing my cock against my stomach. 

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"OK," I whispered. 

My stomach fluttered on the verge of illness and exhilaration. My head buzzed. My peripheral vision closed in until all I saw was his clothed body in front of me. He pulled on my hips, pressing his body into mine. I felt my naked cock pressing against the hidden bulge of his hard-on. I leaned into him knowing what I was going to do when we released the space between us. His hands rubbed my hips and ass and I found myself grinding my cock into him rather than the other way 'round. 

"You are ready, aren't you?"

"I think so," I whispered.

"Then do it." 

"OK."

We separated by only a couple inches. My hand slid inside the waistband of his shorts and found his cock. Velvety smooth. Rigid and bone-like. The heat emanating from the smooth, firm skin contained inside his shorts surprised me. He pulled in a long breath. My fingers wrapped around his cock, barely fitting all the way around. 

I leaned my head against his shoulder and looked down. In the shadows of his shorts I saw his pale cock inside my fist. A dark cluster of wiry hair pressed into my knuckles. I leaned against him and pulled his cock up and out. 

"It's so hot," I muttered. "And so hard."

"Your hand feels good. Take your time." 

I did. While he encouraged his jeans and boxers to the floor, I explored the long hard cylinder of skin and muscle: Gripping the shaft and squeezing it slowly as he'd done moments before; Sliding my fist up and down, sensing the muscled ridges underneath the smooth, fleshy covering; Running my thumb across the spongy cock head, pressing gently on the pee-hole and noticing the dampness emanating from within. 

My own cock swelled to full as I explored his. The urge to release was overwhelming, but I didn't. I couldn't. It took near all of my internal mental concentration to hold back. I pulled the ripe sensitive head of my own dick away from his body to prevent an incidental touch that would force the eruption. 

"You want it now, don't you?" he stated more than asked.

Nothing I could say now would alter this course. I dropped to my knees, hands sliding down his hips. His rigid shaft danced in front of my face. I smelled the musk, the sweat, the masculine aroma I recognized from myself. So different from a woman, yet not unpleasant. Maybe even more sexual. Animal-esque. 

He gripped the base of his shaft and pointed his dick at my mouth. I opened my mouth and he pressed his way into me. No subtle licking and foreplay as I'd anticipated in my fantasies. His cock filled me suddenly and swiftly, driving deep to the back of my mouth. I gagged and pulled him out, immediately apologizing for doing such. 

"I'm sorry. It's so big. Give me a moment," I asked of him. 

"Take your time," he said. "We've got time."

With that, I fisted his cock and pulled him back into my mouth. I had to open wide to get his thickness in. I was conscious of my teeth, trying hard to spread wide enough so that that his soft flesh wouldn't catch on the edges of my teeth. 

Slowly, I rocked forward, then back. Rocking on my knees, my whole body swaying, in and out, feeling the boney rod slide easily in my mouth. 

"Yes," he muttered softly. "Just like that." 

I was pleased. Pleased that so far he enjoyed it, that I was doing it correctly. As the rocking rhythm settled in, I began using my hand to squeeze the base of his shaft. He too began to move, following the retreat of my mouth, never letting me separate fully from his cock. His cock head alone seemed to fill the space inside of my cheeks. I wanted to think I could feel it swell gently each time I held it on my tongue. It would sit there only briefly before he would push himself into the back of my mouth.

It felt natural. Organic almost. A comforting sense that there was absolutely nothing wrong with what we were doing because it felt so right. Emotionally, the sense of taboo or fear of discovery faded. It would not re-appear until much later. 

I moved my hands to his hips, then wrapped them around his waist until I held his taut ass cheeks in my hands. From this position, I was able to guide his motions, to control his movements a bit more. In and out of me he went, not all the way to his balls; He was too long to fit everything into me. 

He watched from above, his eyes following the face engulfing his cock. I looked up now and then knowing guys love it when they see a woman enjoying this moment as much as they are. He never took his eyes off of me. A bit self-conscious - or was it shame, or was I teasing - I couldn't maintain the eye contact. 

I caught myself moaning with each deep stroke of his cock. How long had I grunted these low, guttural sounds. It seemed my brain was only now returning from somewhere else. It was only now that I became again aware of the room, of my abject nakedness, of the pressure of my knees in the carpet, of the sensations in my own dick which pointed skyward between my thighs. I noticed too that his pants were still clustered around his ankles, that one of his hands held his shirt just above his navel preventing it from falling in my face. 

I dared to touch my own cock just below the pink head. It jumped and I shuddered. A slow ooze of sticky fluid poured from the head. I wasn't cumming, but flowing. Silky juices dripped from the buzzing tip of my pecker. Never, never before had I elicited juices as I was now. I didn't dare dream of stroking myself, knowing that if I did, I'd be jerking and bucking with my own orgasm long before my friend was ready. 

"Am I doing ok?" I asked. "Does it feel good?" I wanted to know. I wanted more feedback than the slow rocking of his hips.

"So good, yes. You learn quickly." 

His hand found the back of my head. Gentle pressure on my scalp moved him even deeper into my mouth. He would hold me there, his cock barely touching the curve at the back of my throat. My nose was close now to his dark curls. With each deep stroke I squeezed his ass cheeks and wriggled my mouth around his cock. 

"Cum for me," I heard myself say on the next upstroke. "Cum for me," I requested. 

"Oh, I will," he assured me. "You're going to get it all. You're fast becoming a very good cocksucker, aren't you?"

"I want you to feel good." I found myself using the line my wife uses when I sometimes take too long to cum: "What can I do?"

"Lay down on the bed." He didn't so much as ask as tell me. Ready for a change of position, I complied. Standing, giving his cock a quick stroke, and him a quick, teasing grin, I laid across the garishly-colored nylon quilt. It was cold on my back. My cock, slick with oozing pre-cum slapped down across my belly. 

He moved on to the bed on his knees, crawling up beside me. Lifting a leg up and over my chest, he straddled my shoulders. His balls hung down on my lips. I answered his unspoken request and smeared my tongue across the wrinkled bag. I sucked hungrily on the loose skin until I located one of the hidden nuggets and pulled it between my lips. 

The smell of his genitals was powerful from this angle. The dark sweetness of his anus, the sweat of his nuts, the anticipatory trickle of fluid on the tip of his shaft. I licked up underneath him, my tongue crossing the line between his testicles and ass briefly. He shivered, then rocked forward again pointing the swelling head to my face. 

This time, he took control of his cock and pressed it between my lips. I opened my mouth and let him fuck my face, transforming myself into an open, willing vessel for his rigid cock. He began pumping himself into me. He balanced his hands on the pillows behind my head and pushed himself in and out. My lips surrounded his cock trying to provide a soft, wet, deep, warm hole for his cock. 

He grunted and moaned with each stroke. I felt him become more insistent on the down thrusts, pushing deeper. My hands found their way inside the t-shirt he still wore, pressing into the bare chest and thumbing the taut nipples. Many of his strokes found their way to the hilt. From this angle, I was truly able to deep throat his entire manhood, though if he'd lingered long in those depths I would've gagged. His pubic hairs nestled on my lips as he fell against me. 

My upper body pinned to the bed by his humping hips, I dared now to touch myself. My cock had softened slightly though my excitement was surely full. I was slippery with my own juices that now covered my half-stiff dick. I stroked myself, the upper half of my cock flopping in my fist. 

"I need to cum," he moaned. I couldn't reply, full as my throat was with his dick. "God, I need to cum." 

He pumped more insistently, seemingly on the edge of something. I anticipated, waited for the eruption that wasn't quite ready to come. I knew this feeling all too well, of a blow job performed oh so well but unable to crest the wave to orgasm. 

"What can I do?" I managed to spit out between strokes. 

"I don't know," he replied. "It feels so good. You're so good. I'm so close."

"What do you want? I'll do it. Anything."

"Anything?"

Did I just say that? Did I understand what that one word implied? I sucked his cock deeper into my mouth, and closed my eyes. Once again the room closed in around me, leaving my circle of awareness centered just his cock in my mouth. And then his cock was gone. 

I barely felt the pressure of his body shift from my shoulders to my thighs. His hand rubbed my cock. At first, I thought he was trying to stroke me, but he would rub his palm on my wet dick, then rub it over his own cock. He was lubricating his long shaft with my own slippery fluids. 

I began to cum. In his palms, over his fingers, on to my chest and belly. Though my cock lay flaccid in his hands, semen poured from me in thick heavy spurts. He squeezed me, milking my cum into his hands, then slathering the creamy white juices on his cock. He even took some on his finger tips and spread it across my asshole. 

I didn't stop him. I felt the hard point of his cock press against my virgin hole. I felt his cock bend as his first attempt to enter me met stiff resistance. I felt him lift my legs up off the bed and then his fingertips as they led the tip of his cock to my asshole. And then he was inside me. 

A pop and a burning flash. I think I cried out, but not really from pain. It was the sensation of something being where it never should have been. Heat. Deep heat, tunneling it's way into me. I felt the cum-covered shaft glide in, touching my guts, my intestines, my stomach, and whatever other places that never experienced the outside world. 

"You're so fucking tight," I heard him say as if we were in a hollow tunnel. 

My hands gripped the base of the headboard as he pressed ever deeper. He fucked me. He fucked my ass like it was a pussy, holding my legs up against his shoulders. My eyes were closed. My cock flopped back and forth across my cum-sticky stomach. His long, steel hard shaft slid effortlessly in my dark tunnel. 

So this is what being fucked feels like, I heard a voice somewhere in my head remark. I concentrated on feeling the muscled rings of his cock gliding past the muscled rings of my sphincter. Each push pressed the tip of his cock against a wall, not painfully though. The smell of sweat, of cum, of men, was strong. 

With a grunt, he pushed all the way in. His pubic bone was pressed hard between my cheeks and lifted my lower back off the bed. His body pulsed. A tectonic wave rolled from his stomach to his hips then transferred the wave inside me. I felt the swell of his cock around the ring of my asshole. Then a warmth spread deep within me. The first shot came almost without sensation other than the oozing warm syrup in my depths. 

I certainly felt the next ones throughout me though as his body jerked and pulsed as he pulled back almost to the hilt before slamming his cock back to its ultimate depths and exploding inside me. I felt cum hit my inner walls. I felt it coating the dark tunnel making it even easier for him to fuck me. Though I know it was the fluids mostly, my ass felt as if it opened up, finally, to let him slide in and out with ease. 

The involuntary thrusting inside me slowed and eased, and with a pop, he was out, rolling down next to me on the bed, my arm resting under his head. He breathed heavily, the satisfied, heavy breathing that I've known after sex with the wife. 

Moments later, his cum began flowing through the stretched pucker of my ass, painting I'm sure, a river of white in the crack. My butthole felt like it was breathing, opening and closing as it worked its way back to its original diameter, pushing before it droplets of his cream. 

"Jesus," he muttered. "I wasn't planning on going all the way. At least not this quickly." 

"It's ok," I answered. "I was too turned on to stop you. I don't think I could've stopped you. I'm glad you came."

"You did too," he grinned. 

"Yeah, I guess I did." 

With that, he stood up and recovered his shorts and jeans from the floor. He closed the bathroom door and I heard the water run in the sink, and then a long, slowly trickling pee. He emerged from the bathroom fully dressed, with me still lying naked on the bed, my ass now beginning to feel a bit sore and abused. 

"You have my email if you ever want to meet again," he said.

"You're going." It was more an acknowledgement than a question. 

"I gotta get home. Christmas concert at the kids' school tonight." 

He reached into his jacket pocket as he slipped it on and tossed a plastic key card on the desk. 

"Here's the key if you're going to stay longer. It's all paid for so don't worry about checking out.

"See you next time, I hope. I think you're going to be good at this."

And he was gone. I fell asleep, still naked atop the wet bedspread, waking a couple hours later with an incredible need to shit. The shit didn't come, but I had enough energy to shower, and even stroke myself off one more time before I headed home for the night.



The First Annual Rose...



The First Annual Rose Round Robin Tournament 

This story is only fiction and not real, that means I made it all up! All characters are not real, I made them up too. All characters are 18 years or older. I want to thank my mystery editor for all his fine work as usual. Leave comments if you want I do read them. Practice safe sex and enjoy the story. 

***** 

The phone conversation of my co-worker lasted only about two minutes when he hung up. I heard my name mentioned for just a second. That was the only reason I was paying attention to him at all. He looked right at me and just smiled. "You Billy boy are in for the treat of your life tonight!" he said. Jimmy just looked at me and had that grin I knew all too well. "I hope you don't have any plans? If you do break them right now!" he ordered me. 

We had worked together for the last 5 or 6 years and were pretty tight. He had my back at work and I had his. He also was there when my bitch ex-wife Rose left me last year. That came totally out of the blue and it still hurts pretty hard. Jimmy has helped me to get out again and even do a little dating. Usually double dates with his latest girlfriend or should I say playmate. He had this knack of finding women who were drop dead gorgeous. He was single and liked his stable of women though. I couldn't see him as the type to marry. 

The last time we double dated I ended up fucking both his and my date that night. We kind of shared both of the girls. That still makes me hard thinking about it. I never had two women at once before that night. I could tell just by the look on his face I was going to be in for another wild night. 

He must have known what I was thinking because he said right back at me. "This is Cinco Date Night and I chose you, so shut the fuck up and be ready to get out of here right at 5:00pm. I don't want to miss a minute more than I have to. I am not going to say any more for right now, just be ready at 5:00." With his last remark he disappeared to get his work done so he could leave on time. I did the same thing only wondering the entire time just what Jimmy had up his sleeve for me and what the hell Cinco Date Night was? 

We walked out the building like we did so many times before but this time was different. Jimmy's excitement was contagious. He said nothing until he pointed to his Audi and got in his car. I followed without a word. "Leave that piece of shit Dodge you drive here and we will be back later to get it. I have an image to protect you know! So go ahead ask your question!" he let this last line just hang as he smiled and drove away towards the freeway. He knew I was dying to ask about his plans for tonight. 

"Ok Jimmy, what do you have planned for us tonight?" I asked him with a big smile. I couldn't wait to hear what he was up to. 

"Do you remember my friend Tommy from the gym? I think you meet him a couple of times at my parties in the past." he reminded me. 

"Yeah, he was the tall guy with the Porsche and the nice suits. I remember him." I replied back. 

"Well he introduced me to a close friend of his about 4 months ago. SHE was awesome and very beautiful. Tommy started to date her, she is married and said she wanted more than one man and could he recommended someone clean, safe, hung and cute. Tommy recommend me and we have had a few more sessions in the last few months. I couldn't go one time because of a family emergency so he recommended Burt my other friend. You definitely remember him don't you?" he asked me again. 

I could still remember seeing his friend Burt with his pants down around his knees banging some married lady in Jimmy's back yard during a drunken party. Jimmy purposely opened up the curtains to the back picture window pointing and shouting "Look at that!" Then he waited until a crowd was in front of the window and turned on the back deck light pointing out the back window again laughing hysterically. 

This let the entire party watch as the two humped their brains out. Finally Burt looks behind him to sees everyone including her husband watching thru the window. The husband then goes outside and dumps his beer on his soon to be ex-wife's head and leaves telling her to never come home. I remembered that night vividly from last year still laughing until I remembered my ex-wife cheating on me. The smile faded really quickly. 

"Listen Jimmy, I don't like fucking married ladies. I kind of got burnt on the receiving end if you don't remember and I don't want to do that to anyone else." I told him with a sad face remembering my past troubles. 

"Billy I wouldn't have brought you tonight if I thought for one second you were going to hurt anyone. This fine lady is a swinger and she likes to play around. Her husband knows and is cool with it." He told me this as he was looking at the surprise on my face. 

"He is an accountant and estate planner." he informed me. She and I were talking during some down time in the sack. She loves him but said he is not great in the bedroom department. She hinted he is small and has a low sex drive. That is why she dates others like me. I don't think she is a whore or anything. She is too classy for that. She is just oversexed and needs constant release. That is where we come in tonight." he finished. 

I said nothing and Jimmy just kept driving to our destination. Finally I had to say something and I asked him why he needed me. 

"You Billy are a good looking man. You are polite, well groomed and have a great body and don't worry I am not sneaking peeks at you if that is what you are thinking." He laughed at me for a moment and went on. "I am quoting some of the women who have met you at my parties. I told my lady friend tonight that I wanted to bring someone special who was hot and hung. That my friend is you in a nut shell." he stated to me. 

"Burt and Tommy are already there. In fact they have about a 90 minute head start on us. That is why I wanted to leave right at 5:00pm tonight. She is definitely worth a speeding ticket." he finished. Jimmy never got one though and we ended up at the house Tommy owned. It was a nice place with a big backyard and a pool. 

"Just follow me and we will sneak up on the gang or should I say gang bang. Just have fun and forget everything else. Billy she is to die for and she really wanted to meet you. I kind of talked you up so give her a great performance." he ordered me with a slap on the back and a hearty laugh. 

We walked right in the house without knocking. Jimmy gave me a look and said "I didn't ring the doorbell because there is no one who will go to the door and answer it. Just follow me Billy. 

We went in and it was nice house. It had a big entertainment room and antiques everywhere. It had a nice feel to it and I warmed up to the house instantly. Jimmy waved me up towards the stairs and we went to the master bedroom at the end of the 2nd floor hallway. 

We approached the bedroom door and it was open. I could hear a woman in the room moaning loudly in ecstasy. You could also hear the bed and the frame being worn in quite well. Bedspring symphony is what we used to call it. 

I stopped at the door. There on the bed was a woman with her ass in the air on all fours. Her body was beautiful, even from the back. She was giving some guy lying down in front of her a very sensual blowjob, that guy was Burt. Tommy was fucking her from behind and his ass was flinching as he came loud and strong. We must have arrived just before the money shot as they call it in porn. He pumped stream after stream of cum inside this woman's pussy. This brought on a flurry of action by her mouth and Burt blew his load in her mouth and all over her face. She was just sucking Burt off and cleaning him up when we walked in the room. 

She got up with cum in her face, hair, chest and also running down her leg now from Tommy's last deposit and ran to hug Jimmy. I could tell she liked him. Hell everyone did. He was a good person through and through. She kissed him on the lips and he returned the messy kiss without so much as a flinch. I could tell Jimmy liked this woman also. More than he let on. 

Jimmy turns and introduces me to the woman of the hour. "Billy this is Darcy, Darcy this is Billy. I have been telling you about him all last week and well here he is live and ready for action." Jimmy finished but I was now looking only at her face. Even covered in cum, I would recognize it anywhere. 

I had often dreamed of doing what I think I was about to do to her. My eyes must have said more than I wanted when I looked in her eyes. She also gave me an unsure look for a split second which changed instantly to almost a pleasant surprise on her face. 

For some dumb reason I stuck my hand out like we were meeting for the first time. I wasn't sure why I did it and didn't just say "Hello Darcy". I stuck my hand out to shake hers not sure what to do and she just looked at me for a brief second and smiled. She reached in pushed my hand aside and hugged me tightly saying quietly in my ear "please don't tell anyone you know me. We will talk later, ok?" I could smell sex on her and it was overpowering. Not a bad smell but a smell that instantly made me hard and ready. 

We broke apart right after that and she looked at me and said "Nice to meet you Billy" almost formally in manner pretending we were just meeting for the first time. Jimmy wasn't lying when he said you were hot!" she told me this to my red face getting redder. She winked at me when the other weren't looking. 

"I think since we have a new friend tonight we should make him feel at home." With that statement she got on her knees right in front of me and unbuckled my pants, pulled down the zipper and fished out my ever growing cock. She looked up and whispered to me "You have always wanted for me to do this to you, haven't you?" she added just before she engulfed my cock. I just looked down into her bedroom eyes and nodded quietly. 

She went right down to the base in one move. That caught me by surprise and I almost felt like blowing my load right then and there. I closed my eyes and let her do her magic. In the mean time Jimmy was getting naked and was kneeling behind Darcy. She adjusted a little as Jimmy got behind her and just put his cock inside her from behind. He started to fuck like no tomorrow and Darcy was pushed forward on my cock with each heavy thrust of Jimmy. She was sucking me to the base and then slowly pulling it out just to repeat the motion over again. 

Tommy and Burt were sitting on the edge of the bed both resting and watching the hot show before them. I started to push Darcy away because I didn't want to cum in her mouth but wanted to seriously fuck her hard and deep. The lust in my eyes must have shown. Because she looked up at me, grabbed my cock tightly and said "Relax and just let go. I will get you hard again very soon so don't even worry. Just let me finish and we will take a break." 

No sooner had she said this then Jimmy grunts and unloads a huge pile of cum in her pussy. I just looked down on Darcy sucking me for dear life and Jimmy blowing his load inside her from behind and lost it. The picture was almost too much. 

I grabbed her hair and started to power fuck her face for the last 15 seconds. Finally I growled loudly and thrust my hips forward and let loose. It started to come out her mouth and she couldn't suck it down fast enough. She gave it the old college try but I have been known to cum a gallon and this time was no exception. She was a total mess but just kept on suck my cock and swallowing as much of my cum as she could handle. Most of it went on her face and chest. 

"Holy shit Billy, I bet Peter North has nothing on you!" she told me. I had no idea who Peter North was until Jimmy told me later he was a porn star that was known for cumming in gallons. I liked the compliment though I didn't know what it meant yet and her great smile. Darcy always had a great smile. 

Well she cleaned up and took a shower while we walked in and rinsed off with her. This of course started an orgy in the shower that was taken back to the bedroom. As soon as she was on the bed Darcy was attacked by all of us at once. She squealed with delight as we started to kiss and suck her body everywhere. Soon we were all trying to insert something in this woman's body. Darcy was beautiful and had a very hot body. I still had a rough time thinking why Darcy's husband Alan tall and built would not be a good in the sack. She was hot, sexy and beautiful. Penthouse magazine should do a spread on her. She was that hot! 

Well we went at it until 4 in the morning, I kid you not. I had cum 5 times a new record if I was ever keeping track! I used Darcy in every hole and loved every minute of it. It was some of the best sex I ever had. 

We wound down and started to get dressed. We said our goodbyes to Tommy and got ready to leave. Just then Darcy came up to me and asked if I needed a ride. I told her Jimmy brought me but she insisted on giving me a ride home. I looked at Jimmy and he just smiled. "Looks like she wants to give you a RIDE home Billy. Try and make it into work today. You only have about 5 hours till work starts. Don't be late!" he said with a bigger smile." Then just before he left he said to me privately "If you don't get back to work I will cover for you." With that last comment I saw him leave and pull out of the driveway. 

I looked around and Tommy was just falling asleep. Burt left 15 minutes earlier and that left only Darcy and me looking at each other. "I need some breakfast, how about you?" I asked Darcy. 

"I am hungry besides we need to talk and a booth at breakfast seems the right move". She had a way about her that just made you want hang out with her all day. She was sweet and sexy inside and out. 

She smiled as we finished her breakfast and I told her I would pick up the check. The smile had never left my face from last night. Even Darcy said the exact same thing to me at breakfast. 

"Ok, now that we are done eating let's talk. I want to thank you for not spilling the beans about you knowing me and everything." She looked in my eyes and I could tell she was truly grateful. 

"I don't get it Darcy? Jimmy told me you said Alan has a small dick, he's not very good in bed and lets you swing with other men." I asked right back. 

"Billy I said that so Tommy, Burt and Jimmy would know it was just sex and they wouldn't get romantically involved. Alan is anything but small and he is the biggest whore monger there is. He at least didn't have a problem being a swinger though he never told me that was the arrangement at the time. I do really like Jimmy your co-worker though." She finished with a blush. 

"Well he talks highly of you all the time! He acted like a little school boy when we went over to Tommy's last night. He likes you I can just tell." I also informed her. She just looked out the window for a second and came right back to me. 

"It is somewhat ironic that you of all people should show up last night. I was going to cool off my heels for a little while and last night was going to be the last 'group activity' night so to speak." She finished. 

"Why would you say that about me and it's somewhat ironic, I don't understand?" was all I could think. 

"Billy you have known me for what 7-8 years right? I have been a loving wife to Alan the entire time until about a year ago. If you remember you marriage ended about that time right?" She looked right at me when asking me this. 

"Yeah..." was all I could come up with. I hated the topic of conversation and I hated my ex-wife even more. 

"Well every time all you golf nerds, the 'Fantastic Five' as I remember you calling yourselves came over after golf, I could always tell what you were all thinking. 

Let's see it was you, Alan, Dale, TJ and Ricky. You all undressed me with your eyes every time. I know it because I would see every one of you looking when you thought I wasn't. Hell Dale and TJ tried to fuck me one time when I was drunk at one of Alan's parties, with no luck. They both wanted to double team me at once! I never told their wives though. I don't want to get involved in other people's problems unless asked. 

I have been hit on since I have had tits. You get used to it but sometimes you get really tired of it" she confessed to me. "You however always made me feel special. You never hit on me. You always asked how I was and what was going on. Not just to look down my shirt and stare at my ass, but you really cared about me as a person. Not even Alan did that for me most of the time." Darcy informed me sadly. 

"You are a really nice person, how could I not care about you?" I finished right back to her. 

"I know that is why I am fond of you and consider you so special. I wanted to tell you about Rose but I didn't think it was my place until I found her with Alan!" she finished. 

I however did a true spit take at this sudden news and blew my coffee all over the table. Darcy laughed until she was almost crying. I however was still reeling from her latest bomb shell while she tried to calm down and breathe. I started to clean up the mess I made as she finally continued. 

"Billy thanks for that one. I haven't really laughed in a long while, it feels good inside." She told me as she caught her breath. "Ok back to Rose and Alan. I can see I got your interest. I guess I better start at the beginning of their affair and tell you what I know." She tried to finish but all I could say was the word "AFFAIR!" very loudly so the whole restaurant knew I was there. Everyone looked for a minute but eventually got back to their food. 

"One day I was going to my mom's house and got half way there. She lives about an hour away. I left at 11:00am and told Alan I wouldn't be back until late because I was helping my mom out with her place and some paperwork. I forgot my important papers for my mom's insurance and went back to get them. It must have been just after noon and I just walked up to the house and went right in. Well I tried but the house was locked. I saw Alan's car and your car in the driveway. I figured you were here talking to Alan at lunch out back." she continued. 

"I just unlocked the door and looked in the living room finding your ex-wife Rose leaning over the arm of my couch naked with her feet on the floor. Alan was behind her to beat the band fucking her with gusto and vigor. They never even saw me until I hit Alan with a huge chair pillow and he was knocked over and landed on the floor. I then swung at Rose and knocked her off her feet with the same chair pillow as she landed on the floor rug. Trust me Billy If I could have reached a lamp or something they both would have been in the hospital." She informed me as I never knew any of this. 

"I yelled at Rose first believe it or not. 'How could you betray Billy you slut?', 'Alan you are a piece of shit too and you had better fly right or you are gone!' stuff like that. I told Rose I was going to tell you but she asked me to wait and she would tell you about it herself. You got the news the next day if I remember right. I felt so sorry for you. I was pissed at Rose and Alan to no end." She said as I just looked off trying to comprehend my wife's betrayal. 

"Rose never really told me anything, just that she wanted other things in life that I couldn't provide. I knew she was being unfaithful but she never admitted it or told me anything. I think to this day that is why I am still so mad at her". I now confessed to Darcy. 

"Well good riddance I say. She was fucking Dale and TJ too if you didn't know. I heard they all fucked her at the golf tournament last year. You were out of town that week or something. The only one who was true was Ricky. I saw her hit on him at one of his parties last year and he turned her down cold and called her a whore for fucking around on you. Rose took it personal and started to say crap about Ricky's girlfriend Susan. She is a little heavy but Rose was calling her a pig and told him he could do a lot better, like her and he should trade up. 




The First Annual Rose...



Well God bless Ricky, he just looked at her and said the famous line from actor Paul Newman about his wife and cheating on her. "Why should I go out for hamburger when I have steak at home!" he said it right to her face. Well the people at the party who were listening intently started to laugh at Rose and she just stormed out. Everyone at the party gave him high fives and started slapping his back. He was going to call you but I told him to butt out unless he really wanted to get involved. Ricky respects you and I know he felt sorry for you." Darcy hinted at me. 

Well it looks like next year's golf team will have 3 less members. Alan, Dale and TJ were now all on my shit list. I would take care of them soon. First I wanted to know more. I was still trying to get my head around all the cheating Rose did behind my back. I never had a clue. Talk about being love blind. 

"Billy I have a great idea you just gave me. Let's try a little payback to Rose and Alan. I had something planned for Friday you knew nothing about but I just changed my plans. Yes, you need closure and I am just the person to help you. Take work off on Friday and meet me here at 10:00am. I will explain everything then. Hey also ask Jimmy to take the day off too. Tell him Darcy needs his help and I want to help him also. Tell him just like I did to you." She laughed as she said it in a very sexy sultry like voice. 

All I could think was Alan was a fucking idiot for cheating on Darcy. This woman was awesome! Then again some don't know what they have until it is too late. His dicks lose is my cock's gain. With that thought I tried to find out more from Darcy.  

"I am not saying anything until Friday! So don't ask. I will need to make a few calls and send a few EMAILS." She stressed the email part and just started to laugh. 

"What is so funny you crazy beautiful woman"" I asked her. 

"Never you mind Billy, just meet me here Friday at 10:00am with Jimmy. I need to get going now though if you don't mind. I did mind but the look of her ass as she walked away was worth it. Every other man in the place did the same thing I did but the ones with women at their tables didn't make a big deal of it. The only word that kept coming to mind about Darcy was awesome. 

I went to work on time and immediately told Jimmy to take Friday off with me. I repeated what Darcy told me in her mock female sexy voice. Even though I was talking he was picturing her saying it which made me smile to no end. I was just wondering what Darcy had in mind and how I was to fit into her plans. Either way I didn't care. I hated my ex-wife and wanted to get some revenge on her. The divorce left me feeling lonely and inadequate. Darcy made me feel the opposite. 

I managed to get thru the rest of the week and got up early Friday and went for a small run. It cleared my head and made me feel alive. I made it a short run because I didn't want to be too tired for Darcy. I called Jimmy after 8:00am to make sure he got up (he is a heavy sleeper). 

"You ready big guy, Darcy wants to meet us at the coffee shop at 10:00am so don't be late. See you then." I finished as we said our goodbyes. 

We both showed up right at 10:00am and Darcy was already at a booth. We said our hellos and sat down next to her. I got in on one side and Jimmy on the other. She was looking at some official paperwork and signed the bottom with a laugh. "Wait till Alan sees this, he is going to shit a brick." is all she would say. 

We ordered a light breakfast each and we all started to talk. Well really Darcy started to talk and we both listened intently. The first thing out of her mouth was priceless though we didn't know it yet. "I want you both to read the emails on the left side of the page they are the originals. If you look at the right side of the page you will see what I sent instead." Both Jimmy and I looked at each other trying to figure out just what she was talking about. 

She looked like we were stupid kids trying to solve a tough math problem. "Ok I guess I should have explained myself a little better. Last year when Alan cheated on me I got wise. I called my brother who works for a large IT company. His friend does work on the side both legal and illegal. Well I had my brother's friend put spy tracking software on Alan's computer at home and at work. I took him there on a Saturday when Alan's office was closed. 

I could see what Alan sent, what he received, if he opened a new email account, hell I could even stop or alter any email coming or going. If I wanted him to see an email from Rose I let it through. If I didn't I would let it sit and his computer would never know the difference. 

Well for the past 6 month I have been keeping track of my clueless husband. He thinks just because he opens a new email named 'Bigstudman1975' I won't know about it. Just enjoy your meal and keep reading. Now remember the ones on the left are the originals and the ones on the right are the ones I changed and sent out." 

We got our meals and we both started to read. The more I read the funnier it got. It was funny because I was in on the inside joke. Rose and Alan would not be laughing soon. We both finished about the same time and we just looked at her with amazement. 

"Holy shit Darcy that was a master plan you came up with. Remind me not to get you pissed off at me OK?" I finished to laughs around the table. 

"Billy I could never get mad at you. You are way too sweet". She said this as Jimmy was looking at her too with big puppy eyes. "You are very special also Jimmy and thanks for being my friend." She added to him as she gave him a peck on the cheek. That brought an instant smile to his face and his mood changed greatly. 

"Now guys we need to be ready and naked by 11:50 or so. I arranged for Rose to show up first at 12:05 sharp and have Alan get there about 3 or 4 minutes later. If they both show up at the same time then so much the better. Each will be expecting something very different than what they expect to get." She finished with a big smile. "Meet me at my house in an hour and I will get you two all naked and set. I have to drop off the papers I just signed." She said this as she kissed us both to the surprise of the people eating around us. 

Both Jimmy and I waited at the café about an hour and went over to Darcy's house. I liked Darcy but really started to hate Alan. I blamed him as well as Rose for my life being turned upside down and it was payback time. 

Rose was expecting a jewelry box from Nobel's Jewelry Store. It was a high end store in town and Darcy told me Rose was just as big a whore for jewelry as she was for cock (something I already knew). Alan in his fake emails hinted he wanted to ask a question he has been dying to ask her. Rose always liked money and I think most of my problems besides Rose herself was the fact she wanted to be rich and in control. 

"I have been playing these two for months now. I started them talking about making their relationship permanent even though I was the one pulling strings. Rose actually thinks Alan is going to propose to her today! What a dumb shit she is. Alan thinks he is going to get a world class ass fucking by your ex-whore in a sheer outfit that leaves nothing to the imagination. I however have another surprise for Alan and Rose that both won't like at all." she finished. 

We relaxed until 11:45 and got ready for a show. I was actually nervous but not because of my ex-wife but because I saw Darcy strip naked right in front of me and didn't know if I could hold off cumming before Rose and Alan got there. Jimmy and I just undressed as we watched Darcy's body displayed in all its' glory. 

She smiled and told us to both sit on the sofa. Darcy kneeled down in front of us and started to perform her magic back and forth on or cocks. She was awesome at giving head. Trust me if Rose could of sucked my cock like this I would still somehow be married to her. She serviced us for about 10 or 15 minutes. 

We would rub her breasts and stroke her hair. She seemed to like the soft touch and she started to moan as we started to pinch her nipples harder and more often. Finally I just pushed her away off my cock and in one move picked her up from her kneeling position by grabbing her under her arms and landing her right on her feet. 

"I have to be inside you right now Darcy just don't do anything too rough for a minute or two unless you want me to cum prematurely. " I confessed to Darcy with true passion in my eyes. Darcy just started to laugh at my last statement. 

"Jimmy move closer to the arm of the couch and keep sitting there. Billy you can fuck me however you want just let me get in position." Darcy told us this as she moved to the edge of the couch arm and bent over. Her face was right over Jimmy's cock and I was looking into some true afternoon delight myself. 

We started up again with Jimmy moaning from Darcy's mouth doing a fine job on his cock. I was taking slow deep strokes holding her lovely hips trying to make this first one last. We were in the exact same position (minus Jimmy) that Alan and my ex-wife were in when Darcy caught them together. The picture perfect postcard was all ready for Rose and Alan to look at. 

We started to get into it and I closed my eyes enjoying the sensation. I open them and saw Jimmy leaning his head back on the couch with his eyes closed and a huge smile across his face. I closed my eyes again forgetting why I was even there until I heard a car come in the driveway and a door close. 

We purposely left the front door open and put a heavy planter in front so it couldn't be closed. Rose came right in and just froze in her tracks. "What the fuck do you think you are doing Billy I'm your wifeffff..." this last line sort of trailed off into nothing. It was then she remembered she dumped me and we were no longer married. I was a bachelor remember you dumb bitch. She has never even seen me with another girl much less fucking one of her friends on their couch in person. I looked right in her eyes with a huge smile on my face as I continued to stroke in and out of Darcy's pussy. 

"Rose it is so good to see you. Jimmy and I were just having our way with the always beautiful Darcy. Come on in we will have another guest in just a minut..." I didn't even finish my sentence when Alan came in almost right on cue. Life does have its moments sometimes. 

"DARCY, what the hell do you think you are doing? Billy stop fucking my wife!" he demanded as he planted his feet on the rug and put his two fists curled up next to him like he was going to fight someone. 

"That's funny Alan, had I known earlier last year I might have said the same thing to you" I told him this as he looked away guiltily. I never stopped fucking his wife the entire time. I made eye contact with Alan this time as I slowly spit roasted Darcy with Jimmy's help. 

Darcy released Jimmy's cock and then jumped into our conversation. "Alan you are a true piece of work. Shut the fuck up! You of all people should be talking. I have known what you have been up to for the last year. I never trusted you again after I caught you with the whore of the county there." she said as she pointed right at Rose. 

"Huh! Well Alan has something to ask me and I want you all to hear it. Ask the question your lips have been trembling to say and let's see my special gift honey, I can't wait." Rose looked right at Alan with starry eyes as she asked this. Alan's confused face must have said it all. 

Alan without missing a beat asked Rose "Where is your see through outfit, fishnet body suit and the fur handcuffs?" 

At this we just started to laugh. I pulled out of Darcy and Jimmy was beside himself trying not to cry too hard from laughing. I think Darcy had the biggest laugh as she fell off the couch arm to the floor and was holding her stomach from laughing so hard. It took about two minutes to stop and finally Darcy spoke. The entire time both Rose and Alan were just looking at us wanting to understand what was so funny. 

"Alan I have been playing you and hacking your emails since last year 'BigStiffOne1975' or 'Bigstudmuffin' or whatever the fuck you call yourself. I have pictures, emails, videos and sworn affidavits about you, Rose here, your secretary Gail, the 4 tramps from Joey's Bar & Grill and get this old Mrs. Smith up the street. Alan you are even servicing old ladies. You are a true piece of work like I said." Darcy finished with a nasty look. 

"Rose I was playing you also for the last year. You are a dumb and deceitful bitch. Alan doesn't want you as a wife. You are a card carrying whore and everyone knows it. Who wants to be married to you? Only Billy here wanted to and you blew that chance. 

Billy is awesome plain and simple. He is honest, loyal, handsome, hung and best of all he is my true friend." And with this last comment Darcy got up off the floor and came right over to me. She kissed me with passion and I returned the kiss. Out tongues started to dance and have fun again. I was ready to start up right where we left off. 

"Just fucking great Darcy! You can hump these losers all you want, I am going to divorce you when I talk to my lawyer Monday." Alan threatened Darcy. 

"Don't worry Alan I already hired them. My PI and lawyer bills were already all paid by you. In fact, speak of the devil." she said as she looked at a man coming through the door. He looked at the scene in the room and his eyes got real big. He looked at Alan and asked him who he was. 

"My name is Alan Myers and I am the owner of the house, who are you?" Alan asked in surprise. 

"My name is Mr. Haverton and you sir have just been served, good day." And with that he pulled out a thick envelope of papers and handed them to Alan. He instantly turned on his heels and left in a hurry. He did however turn and take one last look at Darcy. He would have to be dead from the waist down not to. 

"Those papers you have in your hands are asking for half of all monetary assets, the house, the BMW, the winter cabin and half of your paycheck as alimony. My lawyers or should I say your old lawyers tell me I have a great case and with all the evidence I have you should be paying for me to fuck around for years to come. In fact I plan on never getting married again so for your entire working life you will have to support an ex-wife who fucks your old friends on your dime. 

Guys lets go over to Billy's place and you both can continue to have your way with me." Darcy finished with a giggle to the shocked Rose and Alan. We got dressed quickly and just walked out the front door past them never saying a word. Rose and Alan were still in shock and hadn't moved an inch. They were looking at each other like they were clueless and didn't know what just hit them. It felt good to have some closure. 

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Darcy and Alan were divorced about 8 months later. He lost his shirt and would be supporting Darcy for years to come like she predicted. She has a new boyfriend now, me! Once in a while she will call me and ask for some special time with Jimmy and me together. Jimmy always smiles when Darcy's name is mentioned. 

Rose and Alan actually married just after his divorce. They are still together but they don't trust each other so there is not much love there. I think they are the only two people who can stand each other now. I know for a fact that they cheat on each other (people still gossip in my ear) and I figured it's a matter of time before they go their own separate ways. I feel sorry for Rose sometimes until I think of all the cheating she did then the feeling fades. 

My life has settled in now and I am happy again. 

About 2 months after our confrontation with Rose and Alan however I finally saw Ricky and his fiance Susan in Joey's Bar & Grill. I went up to Ricky and gave him a big bear hug. He looked like he was going to blush and then I put out my hand and shook his with gusto. 

"Ricky I am so glad to see you and Susan here tonight. I was going to call you a while ago but never got the chance. I wanted to thank you personally for being my true friend and sticking up for me and my marriage or whatever you wanted to call it." 

"Billy I am glad I could help and you know I am always there for you." he said with a genuine smile taking his hand back. 

"I am glad for you too Billy. Find someone nice you can trust and enjoy the rest of your life. You are a good person and don't let anyone tell you otherwise!" Susan spoke to me. It is the most I think she has ever talked to me. I leaned in thanking her and kissed her on the cheek which made her blush also. 

"I heard what you did for me at your party last year and all your support with all the shit that went down with Rose and I just want to thank you again!" I added again. 

"Billy I am always there for you. Better than I can say for TJ and Dale!" he finished and it reminded me of something. 

"Yeah well I was going to get back at them guys too but since I never caught them and all I have heard was rumors, I let it go" I told Ricky. 

"Well if it was me and they tried a 'First Annual Susan Round Robin Tournament' I would have shot them all in the face and celebrated afterwards." he said to my confused face. 

"What tournament are you talking about Ricky?" I asked him. He looked like he said too much but since he opened the door he could tell I wanted to look in. 

"Billy let's get a booth and we can talk. I will tell you what I know but don't get mad at me for not telling you. I never knew how to even begin and Darcy warned me to keep my nose out of it unless I wanted to jump in with both feet. Darcy is very wise sometimes." he informed me. I already knew this though. 

We got a booth and he started to fill me in on what he was talking about earlier. 

"Billy I know we golf almost all summer and fall every year but I need you to remember back to last year. It was a Friday and Alan called out of the blue and asked you to go golfing. He said he wanted to get the 'Fantastic Five' together before the season started. It must have been April or May of last year. 

Well from what I found out you were invited and I wasn't. They told you I was sick and couldn't make it. Actually I was never invited. I would have blown the whistle on them if I had been. I know what I am telling you now because Dale and TJ were bragging when they were drunk one night and told me the entire story. They seemed really proud of what they pulled off on you. They were slapping themselves on the back and celebrating how big a cuckold you were. Remember this is them talking and I had nothing to do with it. I do still feel guilty for not telling you once I found out but by that time you two were separated and going for a divorce. 

Well they all came up with the plan while drinking right here at this bar. They called it the "First Annual Rose Round Robin Tournament' which was a joke name they made up that day. Basically they were to invite you and Rose to the club. They were to distract you by playing golf all afternoon while they all had your wife in the back poker room. You know the one we can rent out for small parties and card games? 

Well you and Rose showed up. She usually doesn't go with you to golfing but Alan made sure she went this time. He threatened to tell you everything if she didn't help. Well the boys planned a little more than Rose knew about." Ricky finished. 

"Yeah, I remember that day now. You were not there and I thought it was strange since you are one of the 'Fantastic Five'. Alan also said he talked to Rose previously that day and she invited herself. I think I remember her saying she wanted to have a few drinks and invited a few girlfriends over while I golfed." I tried to remember everything about that normal seeming day. 

"Well as soon as you were on the first hole, Dale had a phone call and had to go back to the club house for a 'work' problem. If you remember he didn't join you until the back nine. It was you, Alan and TJ playing. Then Alan gets a call about the 8th hole and has to duck out to take care of some 'important business' problem. He rejoined you about the 14thth hole and he finishes with you. If you also remember TJ had to leave about the 13th hole and never returned until you saw him at the club house." Ricky informed me. 




The First Annual Rose...



"You know I remember that day. I played almost an entire 13th hole by myself. I had a great long putt but no one was there to see it. Our first rule about cell phones went right out the window also but I thought that was because it was just practice. You know the rules as well as I 'No phones unless it is an emergency, or you pay for everyone's game and drinks." I mentioned to Ricky to his laughter. 

"I remember that rule oh too well. Sue called me about the dog getting loose one time and everyone including YOU said it wasn't an emergency so it cost me over $ 150 that day." he remembered with a frown on his face but just looked at Susan and smiled again. They both really loved each other and it showed. 

"Well the story gets better but probably not for you my good man. It seems that Rose wanted to have a little romantic rendezvous with Alan that day. He ducked out of the bar just as soon as you went to go get your clubs for the first hole. He and Dale meet Rose in the game room. They basically both grabbed her, stripped her naked and tied her to the big poker table. They made her suck their cocks for a few minutes until they had to meet you outside at the 1st tee. They threatened to call you in if she caused any problem." he informed me. 

I could picture the scene as he described it and I didn't like it at all. Even though we have been divorced I still felt the pain of betrayal. My wife and my so called friends were playing me and I didn't even know it. 

"Well they all snuck away at one time or another to fuck your ex-wife. She ended up pulling a train because some of Alan's friend knew something was up in the backroom and Alan liked to brag, a lot! He invited a few to come in and after a while she was doing about 7 different guys besides the main three trouble makers in the story. They kept her tied up the entire time from what I heard. 

She was barely able to walk when you finished your golfing. She even let you sit at the bar while they were still fucking her. Finally Rose started to scream that you would find her tied to a table and they finally let her loose. She cleaned up and she made you go right home that night." Ricky recounted the story for me. 

"I remember she looked tired and a little drunk. I just chalked it up to the alcohol." I told Sue and Ricky. 

"Well since that day you and the 'Tournament' have been a running joke. They would ask who won the tournament and laugh. I am sorry I didn't tell you sooner but I didn't want to bring you bad news, especially without any real proof." Ricky finally finished and went silent. I was just as silent thinking about what I just found out about my former friends and wife. 

"Well Ricky that is all water under the bridge now. I want to thank you both for your support and friendship. I want a front row seat for the wedding by the way next spring too!" I finished with kisses and handshakes to both of them. I said goodbye and paid their bar bill. I thought about Dale and TJ every day for a week. 

Finally one month later I decided to act after much planning. I needed to stick to my plan and get an air tight alibi for me in the process. 

That evening I was at the mall buying some pants and socks with my charge card. I went into the bathroom as planned and switched coats and ball caps with Jimmy's friend Terry, who happens to look a lot like me. We told him the story and he said he would love to help. I later found out his ex-wife fucked him over and he was all too happy to do his part. 

When we walked out Terry went on shopping with another friend acting and dressing like me. We made sure they went to the food court so they could be seen by the mall cameras. I gave Terry spending cash getting receipts all night. I didn't want any hassles with a credit card slip up. I now had until 10:00pm 

I took care of Dale and TJ for fucking my wife behind my back once and for all. I paid a girl to seduce and drug both of them in a hotel room, I paid cash for. I then paid her off (she was a hooker and didn't care if I killed them as long as she got her $5000). I took them both out to a shady area of town known for gay swingers. With some help from Jimmy we handcuffed them to a fence so they were bent over slightly behind a notorious gay bar. They were naked except for their sneakers, a gag and a blindfold. 

The best part was when we put smelling salts under their noses and they stared to come around. They were struggling very hard but couldn't go anywhere. They also were blind from the blindfold and their mouths were gagged so they couldn't scream out. Finally they calmed down when nothing happened to them. I could see them trying to listen and tell where they were and what was going on. All they heard was the night wind until I came right up to both of them. I wanted to yell and tell them this was payback but I knew what I was going to say that very minute. I wanted to ask them one question. 

"So tell me boys, who won the First Annual Rose Round Robin Tournament after all?" was all I asked them. "Well I did!" I answered back to my own question. They knew who it was and why they were both there. They just didn't know what was going to happen to them. They started to struggle even harder but it was of no use. They were going nowhere for the moment. 

We waited until the bar started to get packed about 9:00pm and then the word got around thanks to me. Soon everyone was in the back alley to teach some new subs a lesson. The line to sample the free virgin asses of Dale and TJ was getting longer by the minute. I made sure to take a few pictures for blackmail sake. I even printed a large sign that said right above them "Free ass!" Then I took off their gags. They still couldn't see but were begging up a storm and saying how sorry they were. 

Just before I left I heard Dale calling out for them to leave him alone and get off him. Then he made the mistake of his life calling them all 'faggots' and then it was all over for him. They were now not tender or nice to Dale. I think he got it the worst but TJ wasn't much better. 

When the guys lifted the blindfolds off them they saw where they were and what was really going to happen. They were being fucked in the ass and the mouth when we left. Some other guy was even under them trying to suck them off. The group of guys were actually posing for some of the pictures for me, the big show offs. 

When we got back to the mall at 9:45pm I went back to the same bathroom and waited for Terry to return. He showed up and we switched back coats and hats. I left with Jimmy's friend who was just with Terry. As far as anyone could tell I never left the mall. 

I did call the police and report the gangbang at 9:25pm from a throw away track phone. I didn't want to be a total asshole so I made sure they were only going at it for about a half hour. 

Very strange how all the pictures got around to their companies, church, friends and wives the next day. Several of the pictures were close-up shots of them both sucking cock with cum on their very recognizable faces. Some of them showed Dale and TJ in a gay group orgy. 

I had an airtight alibi that I paid handsomely for that night. They both tried to accuse me of their wild night but my credit card slips, cash receipts and the mall surveillance video of that night show me there all night long until 10:00pm. I worked later so my time before the mall was also covered. The cops had shown up in the alley to rescue them both about 9:35pm. 

All of Jimmy's other friends were ready to swear we played cards from just after 10:00pm until 2:00am that next morning if I needed it. They all said I could use them for free when Jimmy told them the story you just heard. 

Both Dale and TJ became a laughing stock in our circle of friends. They swore it was me but could never prove it. Their wives both left them, they lost their jobs and the country club set turned their backs on them. 

Most knew the real story but said nothing to me. I think the ones who fucked Rose on the 'Tournament Day' were worried I would do something like this to them. Those were the ones who couldn't look me in the eye when I said hello to them at the club. Once in a while a husband or two would pull me aside privately and thank me because Dale or TJ had seduced one of their wives. 

I figured with all the wild sex Darcy was giving me I had payback from Alan, Dale and TJ were just icing on the cake. 

As the saying on the subway wall goes "Remember never let your Karma run over your Dogma!" 

THE END



The First Approach



As I walked across the bar I saw her glistening body. I thought to my self how I would enjoy running my tongue over every sweet curve. She had a great body, tall and toned. As I approached I could see the outline of her nipples through her tight red dress. It cut so low that if she moved just right I could anticipate her breast popping right out.

I fought to keep my composure. "Was she looking for a woman? Had she ever been with one? Did she want to try?" the questions kept running through my head.

I was new to this and scared to death. I had been with several women but had never been the one to approach. I continued to fight the urge to run. I wanted her so badly

As I reached the bar I could smell her perfume. It was so delicate. I noticed the sweat shimmering on her full breast. It could hear her sweet soft voice.

My nerve was gone. So I ordered a drink and sat at the bar next to her. Just enjoying the fact that I had made it to this point. 

The beer had caught up with me. So I headed to the restrooms.

While washing my hands she walked in. I just stared. 

She approached and began to kiss my neck as she whispered, "I noticed you watching me." She slow made her way to my ear and began nibbling gently.

As she moved me to the stall she was untying my dress. She slid her hand down the length of my body slowly finding her way to the delicate crevice. She slid off her dress and moved my hands to her gorgeous breast. She started sliding her tongue down my body to my own full tits. As she suckled them oh so delicately I let out a soft moan. She continued kissing my body. On and on she moved lower. Till she was spreading my legs to expose my throbbing pussy.

She slid her tongue up and down my slit and flicking her tongue on my clit. She guided one of her long thin fingers in so deep that she hit my spot at once. I almost came and had to fight it so that I could enjoy more.

She seemed to know exactly what I wanted and when. After a few moments she began to finger fuck me harder and harder. Then with her other hand she carefully inserted a finger in to my tight ass as she continued liking and sucking my clit. I could feel my self getting ready to explode and could not hold back no more I let out a scream of passion and let my self cum all over her face.

Then as quick as she appeared she was gone. I cleaned my self up in the sink and went back to the bar. But could not find her any where around. When I picked up my beer I noticed a note on the napkin with nothing more than an address.

I have been told many times that curiosity kilt the cat and all I could think is at least he had nine. 

I found the house with no problems. As I pulled in I noticed cars and people everywhere. Well I was here I might as well get out and have some fun.

Not longer after I had arrived I noticed her stand by the pool and walked towards her. Then she went toward a little building and left the door open. I knocked and it slid open. There she was lying across the bed with nothing on but her heels and a smile. 

I started kissing and licking her from the ankle up as she slowly spread further and further. I slid my tongue the full length of the slit. Finding my way to her red-hot clit. Suckled it for a minute then continued upward to her fully aroused nipples. Twirling each in my mouth she moaned.

Then I slowly moved back down her body till I was back at the delicious fruit of her slit. As I toyed with her clit and slit I slid my finger in and began fucking her. She moaned louder and louder as I picked up speed. As she squeezed me with those long legs the sweet flavor of her cum covered me and I greedily chased each drop till I had lapped up every last succulent drop. I kissed my way back up her body to her lips. After kissing her I finally asked, " What is you name?"

She gave no reply just a kiss. Then she finally said "Savannah and any time you want just stop by and see me here."

I have returned many times and never regret the way we met.



The First Assignment



I have been asked, no, told, to write a story for the man I wish to have take me as a lover. I cannot, and will not, disappoint him, and myself. I will do what he (in truth) asks of me, and feel honored as I serve him. 

He flatters me by requiring that I cast the two of us into the fantasies. I feel that it will be an act of intimacy and devotion on my part, and that he will take it as such. I don't know what direction it will take, but I am going there.

* * * * *

She has thought of little else for days. They both kept her awake at night and woke her in the gray morning, a sharp little tingle of curiosity and desire. At moments when she did not expect it, the memory or dream of him would flash from her mind to her every extremity. She wanted him urgently, almost desperately, but was also willing to prove herself to him, if that was required. Sometimes she thought she felt a cord of golden light binding her, pulling her toward him, inescapably. She had no desire to escape.

The room was twilit through the sheer curtains, and she closed her eyes, hoping it would enable her to hear him approach more clearly. The pain of waiting was bearing down on her, but she knew she would do what was required, in the amount of time he would determine. 

The bed sheets were cool against her knees , shins and feet. She knew it had only been minutes, but she felt them with the intensity of an hour. spent kneeling . Though her body remained obediently in position, her eyes snapped open reflexively as she heard the door opening., and the soft thud of footsteps on carpet approaching her.

Before he spoke, he touched her left foot, ran his hand up the back of her leg, and in a circle around her naked butt, then up the spine and to the back of her neck, where it came to rest almost weightlessly. "You have begun well, my dear. Are you ready to continue?" 

"Yes, Sir." she replied, in a voice she barely recognized as her own.

His hand tightened on the back of her neck. "Will you submit to me, as my slut, to be used for my pleasure as I see fit? Will you promise to follow all rules we have agreed upon?"

"I am yours, Sir, to be used and Dominated by you" she managed to reply in a hoarse whisper, as she felt his other hand slide between her legs, stroking the newly-shaved mound. 

She was wet from the moment she had entered his bedroom for the first time, earlier this evening. She had given herself a mild shock of embarrassed lust by immediately looking for the eye bolts and the "special" furniture of the dungeon aficionado. If there, it was so discrete as to be invisible. So far, he had controlled her with nothing but his words, the lightest of hands, and her overwhelming need to bring him pleasure. She longed for more direct physical challenges from him, more opportunities to prove her devotion.

"You do NOT have permission to come" he said with a voice of calm authority, as his index finger found her almost painfully sensitive clitoris, and pressed gently. She took a deep breath to steady herself and awaited his direction. His finger moved from the clitoris through the wet valley of flesh between her legs, pausing at the entrance to her vagina, but not entering. "Do you want to feel me inside you, dear? Do you want me to make you come on my hand right now?"

She felt as if the roller coaster of lust she had been riding for the past weeks had just crested a steep hill and was now dropping her at light speed into another realm of being. His finger pressed, ever so lightly, and she gasped and involuntarily tilted her pelvis toward the touch. "Yes, Sir" she managed to say, with a slight tremor in her voice.

"Not yet, dear." he said, as his finger continued its journey to and over her rear opening, evoking a slight gasp and a shiver of desire. "I will take every part of you when it is time, but now I want you to put your hands behind you, with palms together." He removed his hands from her neck and ass, and she felt a momentary change in the air around her as he took a step away from the bed and reached down for the black leather bag she had noticed was sitting by the nightstand when she came in the room.


She obeyed his instruction, and felt the leather cuffs being buckled around each wrist, then both heard the clink of metal meeting metal and felt the comforting loss of power as they were clipped together, holding her hands securely in the small of her back. Her fingers curled into loose fists, one atop the other. He held her bound hands in both of his and leaned over her shoulder to whisper "Now you will be mine until I release you. Do you understand?" She nodded her assent. "That is good, dear, Now turn around."

She felt awkward, off-balance, as she moved on her knees to face him. His hands moved to her shoulders to steady her as she turned. She wanted to look at him directly, to let him see in her eyes how being with him was affecting her, but she resisted the urge, keeping her eyes downcast. When she had completed the 180 degrees of the turn, he moved his palms to either side of her face, and tilted it toward his. "You may look at me, my slut." he said, and her blue-gray eyes met his pure blue ones. "Yes, I know" he continued, in answer to the unspoken question her mind was formulating. "You are exactly as I want you to be right now, in every way. Now, use your teeth to undress me."

She obediently took the first button of his black shirt between her teeth, tried to hold the material down with her tongue, and tugged to release the button from the buttonhole. It slipped from her lips, and she grasped it again, as he stroked her hair and waited patiently for her to accomplish her task. Each button took time and she wished he would allow her to use her hands, just for moment, or that he would offer some assistance, but he did not. At last, as she was reaching the final button, he pulled the bottom of the shirt from the waistband of his smooth black leather jeans, took a step back from the bed, and removed it. 

Her hard nipples felt the warmth of his skin as he reached for her and pulled her against his chest. He moved his hands from her back to her shoulders and then down to the erect pink-brown nipples. She gasped as he took each of them between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling them first lightly and then harder. A cry of pain/pleasure escaped her lips when he pinched and pulled her heavy breasts upwards and held them there for a moment. He smiled then, saying "That's good, dear, soon there will be more." She moaned at the thought of what would "more" would be. He immediately gave a sharp tug and released both nipples, making her cry out, louder this time. "You are doing well, dear, and I know you are wet from wanting these", he said as he reached for the clamps which were laid out on the nightstand, behind the phone, where she had not noticed them earlier.

The clamps were the screw-down type she had worn before with relative ease, but the sight of them and the silver chain which joined them made her cringe slightly, in spite of her rising desire. He grasped her left nipple, pinched and pulled with the expertise of the experienced giver of welcome torments, and attached the clamp slowly as she tried to steady her uneven breathing and adjust to the pain. The right nipple followed and she could feel the weight of the chain as it draped between her breasts.

"Is that too much for you?" he asked. In spite of the struggle she was still having with the sharp points of pain, she shook her head no. "I am sure you can do this well for me, dear. Now, I am going to tighten them and you are to use your safe word if it is more than you can take. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, Sir, I understand." she whispered in both fear and anticipation. He alternated, tightening a bit at a time, giving her time to transform the pain into a sensation of pleasure and pride. Just as she was on the verge of calling her safe word, he stopped, and took a step back to get a more complete view of his project. He flicked the chain with his index finger, making it swing and increasing the burning in her nipples.

"Very nice. I like that. You look very appealing to me right now, naked on my bed, your wrists bound and your breasts joined this way. It makes we want to reward you in some way. Do you want a reward for being such a good slut so far, dear?" he asked, with an edge of irony in his voice.

"Yes, Sir, if you wish to give me one." she replied.

"I do wish to, dear," he responded. He unclipped her wrists, moving her hands to her sides. "Now, turn around and get on your elbows and knees, with your ass toward me. That's right, yes, head down, spread your knees for me", he continued as she positioned herself to give him access to her interior, still wetter now, knowing she would soon have what she longed for.

Once again, she felt movement behind her, and the purr of a long, heavy zipper being unzipped. Then his palms moved smoothly over the skin of her upturned ass, stroking her like one would a beloved pet. "I am going to put this in your ass, dear. Trust me, and I won't hurt you. Are you ready?" he asked, running his finger, slick with cool lubricant, slowly over and around her tense rear hole. She was intensely excited by the thought of this pending intimate invasion, but also fearful, not being able to see the device that was to be used to penetrate her. They had talked about his fondness for anal play, but she had not yet seen his collection of toys for that purpose. 

As if hearing her thoughts, he said "There is no need to be afraid. I will not do anything to give you unwelcome pain or harm you in any way. Do you understand that?", he asked, as the tip of his finger slide into her ass, making her gasp with pleasure.


"Yes, Sir. I understand", she replied, as his finger pushed very gradually deeper inside her. In spite of the momentary bite of pain during the first moments of his invasion, she wanted more of this submissive pleasure. As if reading her thoughts again, he began to move his finger, sliding almost out of her and then back in, until his palm rested on her crack She felt herself helpless, held immobile by the pleasurable sensation of being filled, as well as the intimate physical grip he had on her. His finger slowly moved back and exited her body, to be replaced by the tip of an unseen plug.

"Here you go, just relax and let it slide into your ass, my dear.", he said, pressing the tip of the device against her well-prepared opening. She remained motionless as he pushed the plug into her, slowly and relentlessly. Though larger than his finger, it was not painful and the sensation of being filled was welcome to her. "That's good, dear. It feels good now, doesn't it?", he said, sliding his hand between her legs and stroking her outer labia. She longed for him to just fuck her, to end the tension of anticipation she had felt all week, waiting for this night. His hand traveled farther, to the swollen clitoris, and he grasped it between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing just hard enough to make her utter a small cry of painful pleasure. "When I ask you a question, you are to answer? Is that understood?", he continued, squeezing harder now. 

"Yes, Sir, it does feel very good now." she replied, hoping he would release her throbbing clit. Instead, he eased up the pressure and began to tug on it rhythmically, making her struggle with the urge to pull away from this nearly overwhelming sensation.

"Do you want to come this way, my slut?" he asked, as her body tensed in readiness for release.

"Yes, please, Sir, may I?" she whispered

"No, you will not. I will tell you when you are allowed to orgasm. You can take much more than you know", he said ominously, still manipulating her distended clitoris, as her breath became more uneven and her thighs began to quiver slightly. "If you disobey me, you will be punished. You may not come."

Just when she thought she could not stand another moment of his torment, he stopped the movement, but continued to hold her erect clitoris firmly. "There is one more thing you need to feel, dear. I want you to be completely under my power when I put my cock in you. Now turn and face me again." 

She obeyed, turning on hands and knees until he put his hands on her upper arms and helped her to her knees once again. The chain between her compressed nipples rested on her chest now, and she was even more aware of the plug filling her ass as she changed position. What else could he want to do to her, she wondered.

Her silent question was answered as a rubber-coated clamp replaced his thumb and finger on her clitoris. She gasped and tried to regain control over her breathing which had stopped momentarily when the clamp was put in place. His arms encircled her then, pulling her close to him, pressing her throbbing nipples against his chest. He kissed her cheek, then her lips, as one hand moved up her back to the nape of her neck, then grasped the base of the long braid of dark hair that ended just above her bound wrists. Holding it firmly, he spoke just above a whisper, his mouth near her ear. "You are a beautiful slut; very pleasing to me. Do you wish to continue?"

"Thank you, Sir. I would like to continue." she answered, no longer aware of any feeling other than her desire to give herself to him completely, to feel his cock fill her wet and achingly empty pussy. She had waited months just to find an excuse to talk to him, and weeks for him to decide to take her as a lover, yet now her patience was slipping away. "I want your cock inside me, Sir", she said.

"Tell me again, slut. Tell me what you want." he responded.

"I want you to fuck me, Sir, very much."

"Beg me, then, I won't do it until you beg me. Beg me to fuck you.", he said, and she felt yet another current of desire flash through her body and mind.

"Please, Sir, I beg you to put your cock in me. I want you so much, and I have been waiting for so long, please, please fuck me, please let me feel your hard cock inside me…" her rush of words ended as he kissed her again. She arched her back to push her now nearly numb nipples against him, harder, and felt the chain making an imprint on her pale skin. Her clit was pounding from desire as much as the pressure of the clamp, and she cringed when his hand moved between her legs, just grazing the clamp on its way to her pussy. His two fingers slid deeply into her then, sending shock waves of lust all over her body as she contracted, gripping them tightly.

"Yes, dear, you do want my cock, don't you?" he said, sliding his fingers almost back out of her and then thrusting them back in rapidly.

"Oh yes, please, Sir, please, please, I beg you to let me come soon. Please fill me with your cock, Sir." she moaned as the muscles of her vagina tried to grasp his fingers, to keep them inside her. Each time, his fingers, now glistening with her lubrication, escaped the tightened glove, only to return a moment later. 

She enjoyed the game of begging with a man, but it was no longer a game to her. She felt a true desperation rising, a fear that he would take her to the very brink and leave her there, quivering with unfulfilled need. She could hear the edge in her voice, almost a demand "Now, John, please! I have to have you, Sir. I have to!"

Within the bounds of their agreed upon roles, he could have refused her for being demanding with him. Her lust, though greatly appealing to him, was not the deciding factor in what would or would not happen between them. He was in control, having taken the power she had been so willing to give up to him. She would comply with his wishes, and his commands.

He almost smiled at her change in demeanor with him then. He knew she would accept his rule over her absolutely, though his desires did not extend to the tyrannical. The control he exercised over her was craved by both of them. It was time.

This time when he withdrew his hand from between her legs, it was not to tease her, but to help her recline fully on the bed. "I am going to remove these now.", he said a second before removing the clamp on her left nipple, laying it between her breasts, and taking the fiercely aching nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, while she struggled, eyes squeezed tightly closed, against the urge to cry out from the pain of the blood rushing back into it. Just as the sensation began to become manageable, he removed the other clamp and fastened his lips around the newly freed, throbbing nipple. Again, she fought the urge to try to escape his insistent mouth and the pain beneath it until the intensity began to lessen. He moved his lips to her throat and then her face, kissing chin, forehead, both cheeks and finally her lips.

He was on the bed now, and his skin against the length of her body made her tingle like an electrical current coursing through her every nerve ending. 

She pushed the chair away from the desk and re-read the previous page yet again, waiting for the fantasy to trigger words. They did not. With a slight surprise, she realized that, as much as she wanted the experience itself, she had not yet constructed it in fantasy. The film just did a fade to gray, escaping her grasp. She tried to imagine his face, realizing that she had come to an unexpected, momentary 

END

10/31/01, to John, Lord Talon 



The First Big Indulgence



Thg is is the story written by my sex buddy Lynne about our first indulgence in to group sex and what a beautiful introduction it was too... 

All events are true but names have been changed to protect the guilty!!!

The Sunday we met Brian and Belinda was full of apprehension and nerves. What in Gods name were we doing, was this a good thing for a relationship, was it abnormal, were we kinky??? All of those questions and more flew through our minds and emotions. John was in love with me I knew that but the questions still played on my mind. He too was as nervous as a kitten and wondered if we where doing the right thing.

Still we set off with the thought that if we did not like the people all we had to do was say goodnight and goodbye. I had no idea what to expect nor, was I sexually excited in any way. Fear and self-consciousness were the primary emotions. For John, I had no fear. He is a very attractive, highly sexed man that exuded a sexual power and magnetism that I had seen only in very few men. Yes, I guess he needed also to be appreciated by other women, but in my mind he did not have a trouble in the world.

We arrived at a very nice home situated on Sydney's Lower North Shore. A very attractive and cute Belinda opened the door. She led us to a rear balcony that overlooked a private tree lined garden, all the while making us feel very welcome with warm and friendly comments. There we met her husband Brian, a slighter man than my John. His head was shaved and he was smoking a pipe. Brian too was a friendly soul and we spent quite a few hours socialising, laughing, joking and asking questions.

Darkness fell and it was decided to have Thai food delivered for dinner instead of going out. John had asked me whether I liked Brian, as he really liked Belinda and it was apparent to all there that there was a strong sexual awareness between our hosts. She was cute, sexy and worldly and educated with a bit of fire in her, all the things that John loved in a woman. For my part at least, I enjoyed Brian's sense of humour and he was fun to be with. John was getting turned on and I could sense so was Belinda, so I knew it would be nice for them.

I could not believe that I was thinking of having sex with not only another man, who was a virtual stranger, with not only my partner's permission, but with his encouragement!!!! Everything that I believed in was challenged and nothing I had read or heard had equipped me for this sort of mind shift.

After much laughter, wine and food we settled to chat a little longer, and then Brian came over to me and kissed me and fondled my breasts. He was like a kid in a lolly shop with my boobs and I must say I felt quite good about it. My John was looking on poised like a spring to defend me with his life had he needed to. I certainly did not need taking away from this, it was too good. I kissed Brian back and he really enjoyed it, he was keen as mustard. John shot a look at me to see if I was ok with what was happening and I nodded to him that it was ok. He then approached Belinda with a (AND WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU YOUNG LADY????) They kissed and he fondled her and she kissed him back letting out a low guttural groan from her throat when they kissed long and passionately. Mind you, at that time I could have run for the hills filled with jealous rage, but I kept cool and continued with my newfound friend.

Before long we all had our clothes off and were in the lounge room together, kissing and fondling, when suddenly John was gone from sight and I was left with Brian alone. He laid me down next to him. He hugged and kissed me, he stroked my face and all over my body, all the while saying how lovely I was and what a joy it was to be with me. He suckled on my breasts, his touch was exquisite and his tongue, wicked as it explored my breasts in detail. I was quite wet and wanting to go further.

His loving was soft and gentle, and we could hear the sounds of my John and Belinda in the next room, gasping with sexual excitement. At one stage I heard John groan with pleasure and Belinda groaning even louder as she rode John with complete abandonment.

We both looked at each other and smiled. Then he was between my legs licking and sucking my clitoris and by now a very wet pussy. He gave himself to me totally and by this stage I was really enjoying the whole thing. I remember hearing a woman's voice in what seemed to be the distance groaning and gasping with pleasure, and realised it was me.!! I was almost on the verge of having a nice little orgasm when my partner could take it no more and wanted to enter me. He was panting with excitement and was very very aroused. I remember moving and shifting my body to accommodate him. He was amazing. Far different from my darling John who is thick and round, my partner was thinner and longer but a nice feeling to say the least.

He entered me slowly and let out an enormous sigh of pleasure, then thrust harder and stronger. I was having a wonderful time and enjoyed his enthusiasm and passion. He was passionate all the while and kissed me and suckled on my nipple, which by this time was so aroused, that I would cum with just that. Harder and stronger he pushed in and out. I lifted my body to meet his rhythm. As I pushed up to meet him my vagina seemed to take hold of his cock and milk it. He squirmed with pleasure and then he was coming. He thrust harder and harder pushing me to a place of complete euphoria, and with one last almighty thrust he released a hot load of cum. He seemed to squirt and squirt and then pushed and wiggled inside me, as if to re capture the last moments of his orgasm.

We lay there in each other's arms just holding and savouring the moment. John and Belinda joined us, both with satisfied looks on their faces.

Somewhere there we had found a moment where the barriers of a life time where pushed down and we had a meeting of the minds, body and soul.

John and I know each other so much better now and I bless the day we met and had that wonderful experience with Brian and Belinda.



The First Big Time



I had started working for Kim the summer I graduated, she had bought the farm near my family's house and needed someone to work for her. I had fallen hard for Kim right away, none of my friends realized I preferred big women. No one even realized that I had gotten to my 18th birthday a virgin because I wasn't attracted to any of the girls in my school. Kim was lush, full and sweet and I figured that she saw me as kid even though she was only in her mid-20s.

I had worked hard all summer thinking of her and wishing that some miracle would happen and she would be the one to take my virginity before I left for university. The summer was almost over and in just under a month I would be leaving for school.

The day before my eighteenth birthday we finally finished painting the outside of her house. It was Thursday and Kim told me to take off until Monday for my birthday. I couldn't get her to believe that I would rather work then party so I had to agree. 

My friends from the football team got together and we had a huge party, I should have been thrilled but all I could think of was Kim. The next day my parents took me out for dinner and we had a good time but I was thrilled when Monday came.

When I showed up at Kim's I did my usual work and then when the day help left Kim asked me to dig out an irrigation ditch that had collapsed while she worked in the house. By the time I had rebuilt the mud wall and cleaned out the gunk that had built up I was covered in mud. The wind had picked up, clouds had moved in, and the temperature had dropped.

Kim came out of the house around 5:30 and told me to come on up. When she saw how I was

shivering she ran back in and got me a towel and a pair of cut off shorts.

"Oh Chris I'm sorry. I forgot to get you the sprayer so you wouldn't get soaked. Go in and take a

shower and put these on and I'll put your pants out to dry."

Walking upstairs to the bathroom, I could smell the aroma of great cooking down in the kitchen.

While I showered I could smell Kim all around me, her shampoo, perfume and soap filled the air. As I dressed I wondered who the shorts had belonged to and felt a wave of jealousy for her late husband.

The shorts were kind of snug but they fit, I would just have to hope that I didn't get excited because I had no underwear on. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the outside of the bathroom door while standing in Kim's bedroom. I have never been vain but I had to admit the shorts showed off all of the muscle sports and digging had given me. My own shorts were longer, and around the top of my legs, my skin was white, but my chest and back were a smooth dark tan. I found myself wishing that I had a hairy chest, or a tattoo, anything to look older then eighteen.

"Chris, come on down, I have something to show you." I headed downstairs and found Kim dressed in a soft green pair of shorts and a blue tank top. The dining room was set up with a beautiful dinner and soft blues music was playing. Outside the storm had picked up and the wind was beginning to howl.

"Wow are you expecting company? I can get going if you want." I stuttered from half way down the stairs.

"Silly, this is your day after the day after your birthday dinner." Kim smiled up at me and began

uncovering the dishes. "I remember when you told me what you perfect dinner would be, so I fixed it for you. Shrimp Alfredo, garlic bread, fruit and chocolate mousse, since I figure that you have already had plenty of cake this week. I have a bottle of wine if you think it will be ok. I don't want to contribute to the delinquency of a minor, but you seem pretty grown-up to me."

I couldn't believe it. We had talked about our favorite foods when we first met and she had

remembered and fixed them. I called my mom and told her I was going to wait out the storm at

Kim's.

It was like the beginning of one of the fantasies I had had of Kim. We sat there talking and eating, sipping red wine and even flirting. The rain had started and the sound of it mixed with the music and Kim's laugh was making me crazy. I had drunken beer before but the wine seemed to go strait to my head, making me bold as I flirted with Kim.

We had finished dinner and Kim had gone to get the fruit and mousse when the lights went out. I

heard a crash from the kitchen and had to feel my way along. 

"Kim are you OK? Are you hurt?" My throat felt tight as I waited for her reply.

"I'm OK. I just dropped a plate, can you find the candle and matches on the shelf near the kitchen door. Follow my voice." I could hear her picking up pieces of plate as I felt around on the wall for the candle. When I finally found them, I could see Kim on her knees with her back to me, her round full ass pointing at me. I couldn't help the reaction of my body and the tight shorts were making me uncomfortable.

"Kim what happened are you alright?" I rushed over to her hoping the darkness would hide my

erection. The kitchen smelled amazing, like fresh bread and Kim.

"Oh I just got a little frightened when the lights went out. I know it is silly but I have always been kind of afraid of the dark. Um lets go into the living room and maybe you could start the fire for me." Kim said all in a rush.

I held the candle for her as she gathered up the fruit and moose, then I led the way into the living

room. Kim put everything on the on the coffee table and I lit the two candles there. She sat on the couch sipping her wine, looking like a dream while I began to load wood into the fireplace.

I turned to get the first candle and caught Kim looking at me with the oddest expression on her face.

Kim began to tell me how she had been afraid of the dark since she was a small child as I poured

wax from the candle on the fire and then lit it. I stood up and joined Kim on the couch, the sight of her sitting there with her legs drawn up close like a little girl made my heart ache. I sat down beside her and offered her my arms with out thinking. As Kim leaned against me I began to get so hard, I thought I would die.

Kim leaned forward, grabbed a bowl of moose, and began to slowly eat it. Each bite she took of the chocolate was a complete turn on.

"So how does it feel to be a real adult Chris?" Kim asked as she offered me a bite of her moose.

I opened my mouth to speak and found it full of chocolate. Swallowing I said, "I don't really feel any different, there is so much I haven't done yet." I took the next bite and licked the spoon as Kim shifted and laid her head on my lap. I couldn't believe that she didn't feel my hard-on and I kept thinking that at any moment she would jump up and slap me.

Kim continued to feed me chocolate as we talked about all the things I want to do someday. I told her that I couldn't wait to vote, travel, go to college and have a girlfriend. Kim looked up at me with the oddest expression and asked if I had ever had a real girlfriend before.

"Ummm, no, I don't really have any feelings for the girls around here. I don't find them very

attractive." I know I was blushing as I said it and I just had to hope Kim wouldn't see my flaming

cheeks in the fire light.

Kim sat up and looked at me, leaning close. "Chris are you saying you have never had a girlfriend?"

Kim put her hand high on my thigh as she looked deep into my eyes. "Chris, are you a virgin?"

I couldn't believe that she was asking me this, the woman of my dreams was so close and I couldn't find the words. I looked down at her hand on my thigh and began to stammer. "Well you see… I… I mean…I." I thought I would swallow my tongue, the words just wouldn't come out and Kim's hand felt like fire on my leg.

"Chris look at me." Kim's other hand was under my chin lifting my face so that she could look me in the eyes. "I don't mean to embarrass you baby, I was just wondering. You seem so sweet

and…Chris you are really special." She smiled up at me. "Someday you will meet the perfect girl."

"I already have Kim." I knew I would have to kiss her. I knew that I had to kiss Kim right then, that if I didn't I would hate myself for the rest of my life. I knew that Kim might freak out and never want to see me again, I was eight years younger then her and she was my boss but at that moment nothing mattered except how close Kim was to me.

I reached out and put my hand on Kim's shoulder, pulling her close and staring her in the eyes. "Kim I have already found the perfect woman, don't you know that?" My lips found hers and I could feel her body flow against me. My arms were now full of her soft round body and I thought to myself that this must be heaven.

Kim began to return my kiss with a passion that startled me since I was sure that she was going to order me out into the storm. Everything I had dreamed about how her sweet fat body would feel against mine was true, she was soft, smooth and as my arms wrapped around her to pull her close I could feel her flesh move against me.

Kim's hands were exploring my chest and shoulders, everywhere she touched was on fire and still the kiss went on. I ran my hands up and down her back, feeling the slight roll of skin there as I tried to pull her even closer. We shifted until my back was against the couch and she was leaning over me, weight pushing me into the back of the couch, holding me in place. It felt amazing and all I could think of was how was I going to get her to sit on my lap.

Finally after long minutes where the only noise was the storm raging and the fire crackling Kim pulled back with a sigh. "Oh Chris, oh you sweet thing, I shouldn't take advantage of you but I have been wanting to kiss you since the day you and I began to scrape the paint on the house. All I could think of when you were on the ladder above me is how wonderful you looked."

I reached forward and rained a dozen small kisses on Kim's face then began to laugh. "Kim I have wanted to touch you and kiss you since the moment I saw you, you were bending over and you were so round and soft and everything I had ever dreamed of. Your not taking advantage of me, I am an adult and I want to make love to you, I want you to be my first. Kim please show me how to make you happy."

Kim leaned forward as her hand slid up my leg to feel my hard-on fighting against the material of the too tight shorts I was wearing. "Oh my! Chris you are an adult, I want to be your first at everything." Kim began to kiss me again as her hand fondled my cock through the material. I pushed my hands up under her blue tank top from behind feeling the soft warm skin as I pushed her top farther and farther up. I felt Kim begin to fumble with the buttons of the shorts.

She pulled back and slid from the couch onto her knees before me and since I still had my hands on her top it came off over her head. She was before me in the firelight with only her sotf green shorts and the flimsiest of blue lace bras. How could anything so small hold those huge breast up?

Kim reached forward and pulled my hips to the edge of the couch as she began to unbutton my shorts. "I want to teach you everything, but I want you in my mouth first though, I have to taste you." Finally Kim reached the forth button down and my cock sprang free, I couldn't believe how hard and long it had gotten, I would swear it had to be an inch longer then its normal seven inches and much thicker then it had ever felt before. Kim looked at me with astonishment in her dark brown eyes. "Chris I always thought you must be well endowed because I had seen the lump in your shorts a time or tow but I never guessed it would be so beautiful." She said as she pulled the shorts all the way off of me.

Kim leaned forward so I could feel her lace covered breast against my legs and lightly

kissed the head of my cock then began to lick the whole thing with her tongue. "Oh Kim I have dreamed about this so many times." I gasped as she took me in her ripe sweet mouth. I reached out and ran my hands through that long dark hair that was tied up in a blue and green ribbon.

Up and down her hot mouth went over my swollen cock, I felt as if she would eat me alive and I would beg for it if only she never stopped. I grabbed the end of the ribbon and pulled it until her hair flowed over my thighs and covered her face. I gathered up the hair and wrapped my hands in it so that I could see her soft mouth and round cheeks, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Again and again she took my swollen cock deep in her mouth as her right hand fondled my balls and her left wrapped around behind me to pull me closer to her.

Over the still raging storm I could hear the soft sighing and groaning sounds she made as she tried to get every inch of my cock into her mouth. Deeper and deeper she went and when I thought I would explode she would grasp my balls in such a way that the need would just barely recede. Finally with a deep sigh of satisfaction from both of us she had every inch of my prick in her wonderful mouth and nothing she could do would keep me from exploding. I began to push her head back, terrified to cum in her mouth, afraid she would hate me for it until I felt both of her hands wrap around my waist and pull me to her. The world seem to spin as my cock pulsed and pulsed, I swear I had never cum so much, and for at least a full minute the spasms kept up as Kim held me in her mouth, drinking every drop.

She pulled back and let my half hard cock slip out of her mouth. "Oh Chris, I'm sorry. I was going to wait, to keep you from cumming so we could more but as you got close I wanted to taste you so much, it has been so long since I tasted that. It has been four years since my husband died and until you I didn't want anyone else." Kim laid her head on my thigh with a sigh.

"Kim I will be able to go again in a little bit, I can always get hard at least twice. I am already half there." I said as I reached down and began to pull her up.

She looked down at me as she stood in front of me. "Oh my god I have heard about the staying power of young men but I never knew." I reached out for her hips and began to pull her shorts down.

"You said you married young, what about your husband?" I asked as I worked her shorts down, even in the firelight I could see the shadow of her pubic hair through the matching lace panties. Suddenly I felt no jealousy for her late husband, I just wanted to know everything about her.

Kim took a step back and smiled at me as she kicked the shorts off and began to run her hands over her bra and belly, teasing me. "Oh no, he was twelve years older then me and the only man I ever . . . well until you just now." She began to sway softly as she reached behind her and undid her bra, before it could fall to the ground she clasped it to her chest and turned around. With her back to me and that wonderful fat, round ass nearly in my face she let the bra drop and hooked her fingers in the edges of the lace panties. Swaying her hips less then a foot from my face she bent forward and began to slowly pull the panties down her strong full thighs.

I reached out and ran my hand lovingly across her ass and then across her hips as she turned to face me, naked and glowing in the flickering light. I caught my breath, she was everything I had ever dreamed of and so much more. "Oh god Kim, oh, you are amazing, perfect, you . . .you . . . I, ummm Oh my God." I pulled her too me so that she was straddling my legs as I sat on the edge of the couch. She looked down at my now fully hard cock as I pulled her down to sit on my lap facing me.

"Oh be careful, I don't want to hurt you." She said trying to not out her whole weight on me.

I grasped her shoulders and pulled her all the way down until her body pressed my cock between our bellies. "Kim you couldn't hurt me, I am use to tossing hay bales and having linebackers nearly your size smack into me. You are the most wonderful thing I can imagine and I want you on me." I reached out and grasped Kim's left breast and raised it to my mouth taking her amazingly large hard nipple in my mouth and sucking on it as if my life depended on it. Her skin was cool and soft and I couldn't get enough. I leaned forward and buried my entire face in her tit.

Gasping for air I pulled back and traded sides, sucking on her other tit as I lightly pinched and pulled the other one. "Harder baby, suck and pull them harder." Kim sighed and moaned as she squirmed on my thighs and I could feel her wetness against me. "Oh yeah, oh hard like that, really pull those great big nipples." Kim's words came faster and more raspy as she grabbed my hair and pulled me even closer.

I was afraid I would hurt her but I could tell that she was enjoying it so I began to pull and twist one nipple while sucking as hard as I could on the other. She was bouncing and wiggling so much I had to bite her nipple to keep it in my mouth and this sent a thrill through her body. "YES! Oh Chris bite my big fat nipple."

I wrapped my other arm around her waist to try to keep her on my lap she was squirming so much as I bit and sucked and twisted on those amazingly large nipples. She began to rub herself harder and faster against my thighs and suddenly pulled herself from my mouth and used both hands to grab the back of my head as she pulled me to her as she arched her back. Her cries had all run together into one long keening sound and suddenly it stopped as she slumped forward then began to slide off of my thighs onto the floor. Since she still had a hold of my hair I had no choice but to follow her down and I lay half on top of her as she breathed hard , gasping for air and letting out soft, fragile sounding sighs.

I had never seen a woman cum and didn't really believe it could happen from just having her nipples sucked but I had no doubt that I had made Kim cum and the thrill of it made me even harder then I had been before.

After her shuddering had faded Kim reached up and pulled my mouth to hers and we lay there on the rug in front of the dying fire kissing, wrapped in each others arms.

After a while the fire was barely a glow and I could tell that Kim was getting cold and the storm didn't seem to be letting up at all. Kim smiled as she got up and took my hand, "Come on." she said as she headed for the stairs. We laughed and stumbled our way across the room and up the stairs until we reached her bedroom. 

I stood at the door as Kim lit half a dozen candles around the room, suddenly I felt self-conscious to be standing there naked. Kim must have understood somehow since she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. Kissing made me feel as if I had nothing in the world ever to worry about. She lead me over to the giant bed that dominated the room and pulled me down next to her.

We lay there side by side and I couldn't believe I had the woman of my dreams in my arms, her head on my shoulder we began to talk.

"Oh Chris you make me feel so amazing, so alive." She sighed into my shoulder.

I held her closer, "Kim I dreamed about so many times, I want to do everything with you, I am just sorry I don't know more, I just want to make you happy."

Kim laughed, "I will teach you everything Chris, when I am done with you you will know how to drive a woman insane." Her hand had been rubbing my tight stomach and just that and the feel of her had me hard again. "I have heard that young men can do this but you are amazing." Her hand began to lightly stroke me as she reached up to my lips for another long kiss.

Kim's hand began to work my cock faster and faster until I had to reach down and stop her, she looked up at me in surprise. "Kim there is one thing I have thought about doing to you since we first met . . . I ummmm . . . I want to, to, go down on you. I want to taste you, teach me how to eat you out."

Kim rolled over on her back and I sat beside her trying to remember everything about her body and the way her wonderfully large titties lay to the side of her chest and the way her breathing made her belly move up and down. Kim put her hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me between her legs.