0 comments/ 173000 views/ 4 favorites The Good Boy By: Chicklet Special thanks to Lilguy for the concept, the set up, and permission to use altered parts of a story I'd already written for him on Chyoo. Thanks again! Another foot beat down on the black machine. Diana Tate held her head high as she ran on her treadmill, sweat trickling down her brow as she pumped calorie after calorie out of her system. As the years passed and her age grew in number, it became important to her to keep her figure trim and healthy. Not that there was anyone else around to notice. Stewart, her ex-husband, had left her for a much younger woman years ago. Now she was a 57-year-old divorcee, but a 57-year-old divorcee with a killer figure. Outside, the summer sun beat down on the neighborhood, seeming to highlight the young boy mowing lawns. He had turned nineteen this summer, an event that not many had remembered. Since Diana had lived next to Dean's family for the last twenty years, and had celebrated the young man's birth with his parents, she had sent a card and twenty dollars for him to spend. She had received no thank you. Diana had watched from inside her lonely home as Dean celebrated with his family. There were no girls to celebrate with, no friends from school. He was a loner, like Diana, and as she watched him through her window a plan to end her loneliness had formed in her mind. Diana had planned it with determination. Each day she watched Dean mow lawns while she ran on her treadmill, earning extra money for his schooling. She would find new excuses to go outside to be that much closer to his glistening dark body, hoping every day that he would take off his shirt and reveal his chest. There were no glistening muscles, and in fact his limbs seemed a bit awkward and gawky. But that just added to his charm. Picking up the phone, Diana took a long drink. It took a bit of courage to reach out and ask for what she wanted and her heart beat as she feared Dean's mother might discover what her game was. "Brenda?" Diana said into the phone, taking another sip of her long island iced tea. "Do you think you could send your son over here this afternoon? My yard could really use some attention, and my regular boy canceled." "Miss Tate, I'm sure Dean would be more than happy to. He could use some more money for his books this term, too. I keep telling him money doesn't grow on trees." Diana laughed merrily into the phone, all the while thinking of how false her laugh sounded. "Thanks, Brenda. I'll be expecting him shortly." Taking another long drink, Diana closed her eyes and imagined Dean's young body in front of her eyes. It was small, but strong, and just the thought of him sent a shiver down her spine. It didn't matter to her that the boy was nearly forty years her junior, or that he was undoubtedly a virgin. In fact, those two combined made her wet just thinking about it. He would be over soon, and she would need to hurry. The back yard was fenced in from all the neighbors, trees blocking most other ways inside. The only real way to get there was through the house, and as far as Diana knew nothing could penetrate the fence. It would be the perfect scene for her planned seduction. When the doorbell rang Diana walked calmly over, throwing the door wide open and grinning at the young man. "Hello, Dean," she smiled. "Won't you come inside?" "Thank you, Miss Tate," the boy said. Even with such a simple introduction he was embarrassed, an adorable blush rising to his brown cheeks. He stepped inside, his eyes wandering straight to Diana, taking in her trim figure dressed in a tight sundress. Blushing even hotter, he looked frantically around Diana's large living room. It was cute how he tried to hide where his attention had first gone. Diana thought he looked grubby in such clean surroundings, but it was an attractive sort of dishevel that made her hot inside. "Well I guess you'd better get to work." "Yes, ma'am." Diana led Dean to the yard, closing the sliding door behind them. She took out her lawnmower and stood on her deck, preparing to watch him work. "Uhm, Miss Tate, are you going to stand there the whole time?" Dean asked, his voice quivering. It was Diana's turn to blush and she shook her head curtly. "I'll be inside, Dean," she said. "Come in when you're finished, alright?" Diana went inside and struggled not to watch the young man through her kitchen windows. She had watched him so many times next door, and across the street; but now that he was so close, she felt ashamed and almost unable to take a peek out of the window. Instead, Diana tried to psych herself out. She was going to go through with this, but she needed to adopt the attitude first. The sound of the lawnmower stopped, and the silence that filled the empty house seemed overwhelming. Diana took another breath, put on her most confident smile, and opened the back door. "Dean! Good job! It looks lovely. Won't you come in for a drink?" "A…Drink?" The boy's forehead was dripping with perspiration. He looked boyish and manly all at once, his innocent features looking at Diana with curiosity. Diana smiled. Maybe some of the energy she was throwing his way was being noticed after all. The clothes she wore were the same she had answered the door with, but her fear had been left in the house. "It's getting a little late," Dean said, looking at the sky. The afternoon was settling in, but the sun wasn't even ready to go down. "Nonsense," Diana said, gulping. She hoped her disappointment wasn't showing in her eyes. "Come inside with me. I'll fix you something to drink." Dean nodded and Diana smiled again, willing herself to look her best. Her mature body was well endowed, and she knew from glances in the mirror every day that she was far from unattractive. There should be no problem luring Dean into the next stages of her plans. Pulling out a chair, Diana nodded her head. Dean took the offered seat at the kitchen table as she went to the refrigerator, pulling out a pitcher of orange juice. "Want me to spice it up for you?" she asked. Before receiving any answer she took down her vodka and poured a good amount into the glass. "Ever had a screwdriver before, Dean?" Dean shook his head, his eyes wide as she offered the cup to him. "Go ahead," Diana said throatily. "You'll like it. I promise." Tentatively, Dean reached for the cup, taking it in his large hand and bringing it to his lips. Diana smiled as he grimaced with the first sip, the unfamiliar taste of alcohol setting foot on his tongue. Diana poured herself a glass and added her own vodka, pulling out a chair and sitting at the table, so close to Dean their legs almost touched. The boy looked at her, startled, and struggled to take another drink from his cup. "I have to say, Dean, that you do quite a job out there. Makes me wonder what other things you could do…with the right equipment." "I'm not quite sure what you mean, Miss Tate," Dean said, his voice shaking. Diana smiled at him and rested her hand on his leg. The boy practically jumped at the gesture. "Don't worry," Diana smiled, her eyes pleading with him. "It'll be okay." Dean settled down and warily watched as Diana's hand stroked his leg softly. She ran her finger over a tiny patch of his jeans repeatedly, petting it as though it were the softest fur she had ever touched. "Why don't you drink a little more?" Diana suggested, pushing her own glass in front of Dean. Dean's brown eyes met Diana's blue ones for a moment, a wave of understanding passing between them. Diana knew that he understood her intentions, and when he reached for the glass and took it to his lips without breaking eye contact, she knew he'd made his decision. Tipping up the cup, he drank what was left of the orange juice and vodka, squeezing his eyes as its effects began to take hold of his body. Smiling, Diana squeezed Dean's leg, almost in a motherly way. Motherly until she inched her finger closer to the crotch of his pants, dragging her long nail along the rough fabric. Dean's body shook as Diana's finger lingered on his crotch, scratching the fabric and feeling his hardening cock push against the jeans. "Miss Tate," he said, his voice shaking. "I think you just touched my…my…" Diana smiled and touched it again, this time running her finger up its length to the metal zip of his fly. Trembling, Dean closed his eyes and seemed to lay back in his chair. Diana saw that his body was relaxing and his fears draining away. Her plans for him were only beginning. Deftly, she undid the button on his pants, and then slowly pulled the zipper down. "You touched my…cock," Dean mumbled, his eyes opening again and looking at Diana in an adorable, puzzled way. "I did, young man. Did you like it?" "Oh, yes," he said, practically in a whisper. "It was amazing. Could you…do it again?" "I could, but you're going to have to pay me for it." Dean's brow wrinkled in confusion, his large brown eyes pleading with her. Diana laughed. "Take off your shirt, Dean," she suggested. Dean frowned, but reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head. Diana could not suppress the shiver that washed through her body, the trembles that his bare chest caused her. It was dark, muscular, with sparse hairs placed around the dark nipples and on the upper chest. His skin moved with every breath he took, and Diana had to force herself to pull her eyes away from the flesh and concentrate on Dean's innocent face Through the open fly, Diana brushed her finger against Dean's briefs. It was Dean's turn to shudder with pleasure, and Diana smiled again. "What are you willing to pay for another touch?" she purred, her finger lingering just above his underwear. Dean's eyes closed and his head fell back, a long moan coming from inside him. "A kiss?" he said, looking sideways at her. "I could kiss you…" His innocence amazed her, startled her, pleased her and excited her. He didn't know what to offer, and no doubt he had no idea how to kiss a woman. That was all right, because Diana knew how to kiss a man. "A kiss?" she asked condescendingly. "A kiss from a boy who doesn't know how to use his mouth?" She was teasing him, smiling, but Dean frowned in frustration. Diana instantly felt bad about her teasing ways, and rewarded the boy by wrapping her fingers around his now fully erect cock. "Will you…teach me?" Diana smiled. This was exactly what she'd been planning to do, and warmth spread through her body at just hearing the words. Her legs felt weak, but she stood up. The butterflies in her stomach were migrating quickly between her legs, pleasant shivers filling her insides. "Certainly," Diana said, moving her face closer to Dean's until they were nose to nose, the young boy's large brown eyes wide and innocent. He gulped, a shiver visibly spreading through his body, making Diana smile as she squeezed his cock again. "Let me lead you." Her lips touched his softly, the heat from his mouth filling her almost instantly. Diana was unable to pull away and play the part of the seductress, but found herself engulfed in the boys heat. Inexperienced though he was, his curiosity about her body was driving her wild. His mouth seemed to pull her tongue inside, and instead of leading him through the kiss she allowed his tongue to toy with hers, stroking it gently, like nothing she had ever experienced before. She groaned into him, and he pulled away abruptly. "Did I do something wrong?" he whispered, his eyes filled with fear. Diana stared at him for a moment, and then chuckled, shaking her head and getting back into character. Gently, she squeezed Dean's cock through his pants. "No, dear boy! You didn't do anything wrong! You were excellent. Would you like to try again?" The boy nodded, and Diana took his head in her hands, leading his mouth back to hers for another passionate kiss. This time she did not forget herself, but put her tongue inside him and stroked him like a lover, which they would soon be. She tasted every part of his warm mouth, claiming it as her own, and she could feel his body melting in her hands. He was hers. Their mouths were locked together for some time, Diana taking him slowly through the paces of their new relationship. He was putty in her hands, and she knew that wherever she chose to take him next, he would follow willingly. Slowly, she pulled her lips away from his, leaving him limp in her arms, his mouth still open, his eyes closed tight. He opened those large brown orbs and looked at her, wonder shining in his eyes. "We're going into my room, understand Dean?" she said, her voice steady. She was fighting her urge to jump him in the kitchen, to stand up and pull off his clothes and fuck him right there on the linoleum floor. But that might scare him off. Better to move as slowly as she could, take her time, and keep him with her forever. "Yes, ma'am," Dean said, swallowing so hard it was audible. He looked at Diana like a little boy, but the hard cock her hand was wrapped around was anything but little. Diana stood up, still holding tight to Dean's crotch, and like a puppy on a leash he was forced to follow to her room. They came to Diana's bed, and there she hesitated. As of yet, she hadn't done anything really terribly wrong. Her emotions fought with her, telling her to get it on with, push him onto the bed, and follow through with the plot she'd concocted. Other parts of her screamed no, to let this innocent boy go. He didn't need to go through with her, a woman more than twice his age, a desperate old hag who couldn't snag a man. Diana put her chin in the air and ignored her feelings, turning to Dean and speaking to him in a huffy air. "Sit down on the bed, young man." Dean obediently sat down, his large eyes following Diana as she looked his bare chest up and down. With every breath he took it heaved seductively, and Diana wanted to feel the dark glistening skin. With a shaking hand, she reached for his shoulder. Moaning as her hand touched his flesh, Dean's eyes shut and his mouth gasped open. Diana clutched the shoulder in her hand, kneading the tense muscles there lightly. They were strong shoulders, not too large, but she could feel their strength. Her hand slid down to his upper arm, stroking the soft skin, and then to his elbow where she tenderly caressed the inside of his arm. How she longed to have those arms wrapped tight around her. Diana's hands crept slowly down his arms, over his chest, and below his stomach until they rested on the open crotch of his pants. Gently, but with her goal in mind, she began to peel the jeans off Dean's sweaty young body. Dean offered no resistance as his pants were thrown to the side, and Diana's hand moved back to his barely covered privates. The elastic was easily moved aside, and Dean's tender young flesh exposed to Diana's hand. She wrapped her fingers around his hard member, pulling the skin tightly over the throbbing head. His heartbeat could be felt through the cock, pulsing strongly in her palm, and she stroked it faster as she felt the pulse quicken. "You're a very good boy," she cooed, moving in to kiss him deeply. Their lips locked as surely as her hand was locked around his flesh, and she moved her tongue inside him. Penetrating him, she caressed his cock, pulling and stroking it, as she knew men did to themselves, giving him a taste of things yet to come. Her hand tightened even more, so hard that the boy gasped against her mouth. Diana forced herself to relax, easing up on his cock, but not on his tender mouth. His body putty in her hands, Dean responded to every touch of Diana's skilled hands. She moved forward with her body, her mouth pushing into his, and he lay down on the bed obediently. Crawling on top of him, her lips never leaving his, Diana mounted him. It was awkward, with her hand underneath her body gripping his flesh, but Diana managed to take a position of control on top of the boy. Back bent, her crotch rubbing against her own arm, she breathed heavily into his sweet mouth. She moved away slowly, looking down at his closed eyes, his lips open as he panted with desire. That broad chest of his moved up and down with each ragged breath, the tiny nipples tight notches, a few hairs surrounding them. Diana moved her free hand towards them, taking one sensitive nub between her fingers and pinching softly. She was rewarded by a cry of pleasure and excitement from the young man between her legs, and he pushed his hips up, grinding his cock in her hand. "What else can you do with that mouth, Dean?" Diana asked, tweaking his nipple again. The stroking of his cock never slowed, steady pulls and squeezing of the hard flesh causing frequent moans of pleasure. "Have you ever kissed a woman between her legs?" Dean's eyes opened slightly, thick lashes covering the dark orbs. Lips still apart invitingly he shook his head, thrusting his manhood into her hand as she kept her grip. "Would you like to try?" He nodded. Diana took her hand off of his chest and shifted herself around, her short skirt working up her thighs as she sat over Dean's face. She wore no panties under the skirt, and the fragrant smell of her pussy filled both of their nostrils. "Open your mouth," she coaxed, "and lick it." Tentatively Dean lifted his head, the first touch of his lips on hers sending exciting flashes of light through Diana's eyes. Her whole body quivered as she breathed her next words. "Stroke me with your tongue, Dean. That's it, up and down the slit." Dean obeyed her commands, the tip of his tongue dragging slowly from the wet peak of her pussy through the sweet center to the end where it met her anus. She churned her hips, struggling to hold back, as his tongue stroked the other way, flicking softly on the hard, swollen clit. "Suck me," she moaned, pushing her clit towards his mouth, and taking her between his lips, he did. Diana ground her hips into the boys face, moaning with pleasure as he sucked hard on her clitoris. Opening her mouth, she sucked his cock through her lips, pulling the entire length into her throat before pulling back over it. Now it was Dean's turn to groan into her sex, his sucking becoming harder and more frantic as he thrust into her throat. They licked each other, sucked each other, pleasured each other, until Diana was ready to have the whole of him. Reluctantly, but seeping with pleasure and excitement of the next pleasure to come, Diana slipped off of his mouth, turning back around on his body, lowering her lips to his to kiss her flavor off of his mouth. She penetrated him with her tongue, the thick muscle lapping at the inside of his mouth, dragging every bit of her juice out of him. His arms grabbed her, pulling her, squeezing her tight, and with one hard thrust his cock found her, slipping up into her, penetrating her as she penetrated him. Diana gasped into his mouth and moved quickly with his thrusts, their bodies entwined as their lust came to peaks, and it didn't take long for both of them to reach their climaxes. Muscles tightening, grips on each other squeezing, moans against each mouth becoming frantic and loud, they orgasmed. Spasms of excitement shot through Diana's body, her cunt tightening around his cock as he whimpered, his first orgasm with another woman. She had taken him. They held each other for a few moments, bodies quivering in each other's arms. Dean's lips caressed Diana's neck, his teeth teasing her ear as she let her weight relax against his soft skin. "That was wonderful," he breathed, his voice shaky. "Yes," Diana agreed. "You were wonderful." "Thank you." More silence, Diana shut her eyes, relishing the feel of his pulsing cock inside her body. He made to move and her eyes shot open, her arms lifting her to where she could look into his dark eyes, her face a furrow of frowns. The Good Boy and the Dirty Girl As I walked through the enormous bay door of the shop, the familiar smells of grease and paint filled my head. Something about cars always made my blood rush. The air was thick with the smell of oil and tires. Instantly my mind was fixed on him. As I scanned the room cluttered with cars and tools, HE was nowhere to be seen. I could hear the sound of wrenches over the techno tunes blaring from the radio. I followed the clicking of the ratchet and the glare of the drop light to a sporty little number at the back of the shop. Quietly I stepped over power cables and extension cords until I found what I was looking for, my man. The muffled sound of his curses at the "piece of shit" made me giggle. His long, slender body was half buried under the frame of the car. The creeper swayed back and forth as he flexed his legs to get deeper under the car's belly, and I instantly got wet. I couldn't see anything above his waist, but I didn't need to either. His legs were covered with marks where he'd wiped his hands free of the grime throughout the day. With one leg bent at the knee there was only a slight bulge where his dick was trapped behind his zipper. I couldn't help myself, I had to touch it. I started at the knee with just enough pressure for him to feel it through his jeans. He jumped at first but instantly relaxed when he recognized the way I caressed him. I could feel his cock start to swell beneath my hand. I ran my fingers along the sides of his dick, harder at the shaft and lightly over the tip. I did the best I could through the thick denim. Still on his back, waist deep in car, I slowly slid my fingers up and unbuttoned his jeans. His now rock hard penis sprang out of his pants eager to escape the confinement. It laid atop his belly almost seeming to rest from the struggle. Already on my knees, I leaned down further and licked his stiff dick tip to shaft. Knowing better than to argue with me, he wriggled his pants down just a bit to give me complete access. I licked down with the soft side of my tongue then back up with the coarse side. As I reached the tip he arched his back and moaned slightly in ecstasy, or was it agony? I didn't care, I had his dick in my mouth. With each delicate thrust I could feel him throb in my mouth. As I moved up and down, sucking and slobbering, I heard another moan. Only this time it was me moaning, and it was definitely ecstasy. Up and down I went, drool seeping out and pooling at the end of my treat. My lips were moistened by my own juices flowing in my mouth. I could feel every crease and vein as my tongue ring passed over them. I reveled in each stroke and starved for more. Once he decided he'd had all he could take of my mouth's assault on his dick, he pulled away. I whimpered at having my treat yanked away. Slowly he slid the creeper out from under the car and grunted. As soon as our eyes met, we both broke into silly grins. Forgetting that his hands were covered in grease, he tried to touch my leg. I jumped back to avoid the mess. I had on a new dress, it was my whole reason for the visit. He grinned that devilish grin and gestured for me to come closer. And I sheepishly obliged. As I got closer, he told me to lift my skirt and show him what I had underneath. Instinctively he knew there would be nothing there. Once I was close enough, he gave me that innocent grin and explained that he only wanted a taste. He promised not to touch…just a taste. Unable to resist I lifted my skirt and leaned against the car. His tongue ran lightly across my clit and I closed my eyes. It was so warm hat I felt just the touch would make my flesh melt. Over and over, round and round, he worked my clit like the master he is, and my head started to spin. I could feel my whole pussy pulse as my lips begged for his attention. Instinctively, I spread my legs apart to allow him access to my already soaked lips. He accepted the challenge of not being able to use his hands and parted my lips with his tongue. As he moved between them and around them, I twitched. He sucked and licked, starved for the moisture. He plunged his tongue deep inside me, in and out, swirling it around to touch every warm, wet spot. He pulled it out and licked the juices straight up to my clit. My legs began to buckle as he licked, sucked, and kissed every inch of my pussy. The room began to spin as he meticulously worked his magic and my body shuttered at the intense orgasm that ripped through me. Then as he stood up cum ran down my leg as the passion took over all conscious thought. Forgetting about the grease and dust, he turned me around and bent me over the hood of the car he'd climbed from under. He pushed my skirt up and exposed my bare ass. My body writhed with need. I needed him inside me. Reading my mind, he delicately pushed his dick into my wetness. His cock moved in then out rhythmically. Then all at once, what was delicate became carnal. His thrusts were harder and faster. As he pushed my skin hit the cold metal of the car. It almost burned against legs. The agony and ecstasy filled my body. With each thrust we both drew closer to climax. My skirt was almost up to my neck and his jeans were piled at his feet as we pushed harder. His balls bounced off my clit with each stroke. Faster, harder, deeper we went until neither could hold out any longer. I came with a mighty squirt that splashed on the floor like a bucket of water being spilled. My muscles locked against his cock with almost enough pressure to break it right off…ALMOST. With a completely feminine squeal that echoed through the room, and a grunt that was almost savage, he rocked back and planted his feet. I lay across the hood both exhausted and energized. He staggered back looking for something, anything, to hold on to. The raw nerve endings had both of us twitching simultaneously. The "good boy" and the "dirty girl" had done it again. The Good Boy "Will you come back?" she asked, a touch of pleading in her quivering voice. "Of course." "Tomorrow?" Dean smiled wide. "I'd love to." "And the day after that?" "Whenever you want." Diana's body relaxed again, but not to the state of relaxation she had so recently found. Dean made to move again, and reluctantly Diana let him slip out of her body and roll off the bed. Stretching, he reached for his clothes, and slowly put them on. Diana still wore her sundress. Watching him as he put the clothes back on, she spoke again. "I'd like you to come back tomorrow." "I will." "Promise?" her voice sounded like a child. He looked at her, his face full of satisfaction. "I promise." She remained frowning as he came to the bed and bent down to kiss her. She let him kiss her but didn't respond with the passion she had given him before. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Yes." "Okay. I'm gonna get home, then." Diana nodded, and Dean left. She was alone again, and instead of feeling that she'd won a victory, she felt just as scared as she had before. He promised he'd come back, but would he? Would he come back, or would he leave her alone for the rest of her life? She was scared and uncertain. But at least she had a wonderful memory to hold for the rest of her days. The Good Buddy My wife and her lovers think it would amuse them if I wrote this story about how I came to be known as The Good Buddy. I guess it started.... Wait, don't go, you haven't read my story yet! What? What do you mean you do not want to read about yet another cream-pie eating, cuckold wimp who gets off cleaning up his wife's snatch after her condom-spurning, bull-cocked, pint-spurting lovers pound her into a succession of screaming orgasms? You do understand that you are on the Literotica site? I see from a quick peek at your statistics that quite a number of the stories you have been reading deal exactly with that subject you now claim repels you? Huh? Oh, that! Heck and shucks, that's just a little snooper I whipped up, that allows me to access Homeland Security WWW Monitoring. Who Guards the Guardians? Me do! Dats Who! My job is to protect the political appointees in their cushy desk jobs from screwing up the net.gov security system by abusively overloading the net.gov traffic capacity with their favorite pornography sites. No, no. Not to stop them from beating off to mediocre porn. No, my boss is concerned that if the remaining Bush league appointees weren't kept preoccupied with corpulent porn and drooling over hairy anuses getting rimmed, they'd go back to their bad habits of spying on American citizen's political correspondence, without properly sanctioned authorization through channels. So my job is to insure that the porn flows smoothly and you all can keep yourselves busy getting your freak on. Man, if Cheney had just spent more time on excretaphiliac porn (his favorite) instead of mucking around mis-coordinating Internal Security, his subordinates might have accidentally succeeded in preventing 9/11. But then that would have pissed off his Saudi Dungeon Master. Probably would have gotten Cheney punished by taking away his doggy collar and favorite butt plug. حيلة ولد فائدة ولد Oh, wait a second. Now I see. I've been running an analysis of your reading patterns. Huh, who'd have thought. So you're one of those guys who deliberately go looking for wimp/cream-pie stories. You read just enough to determine the story's sub-genre. Then you jump to Comments and let off a vitriolic blast of hate at the fictional characters and the author of that fiction. MmHmm, see now if you had actually finished reading the stories before you posted your tantrums, the other commentators wouldn't have the fun of deriding your level of stupid. Heres Your Sign! Goodness, I had thought the Prison System had improved their monitoring of prisoner usage of accessible computers. Well, that's their bailiwick, not mine. Hang on a second........just gotta jot a notation to my boss........He might find it useful during the upcoming HUAC Secret Security Budget Allocations sessions to be able to point out why our monitoring duties should be expanded to include monitoring the systems monitoring prisons and half-way houses. Aren't you dutifully proud you are contributing to the War on Terror? Wow! There's a lot of you guys on this site. Ain't there enough rocks to break? Trash to be picked up along the highways? Weights to lift and drop? Whaaat the?.....yuck! I see now why you get so upset at fictional cream-pie eating wimps. That cell-block gang really owns your ass, don't they? Ouch! Sorry, I can't watch anymore of this........If you'll excuse the pun, It's really Not my taste watching you get buggered and then you being forced to lick the cocks clean afterwards. How unsanitary! Well, getting back to My story. Tarnation, where was I? Oh Yeah. My wife and her lovers think it would amuse them if I wrote this story about how I came to be known as The Good Buddy. I guess it started....I was horny, eh so what else is new? A deed in need indeed! My name is Buddy S., I am 5ft 8, 150 lbs, dark blonde hair, pale green eyes, wiry I guess. My wife's name is Ursula. Doesn't that name just flow off the tongue like german marching music? I am happy that we are as in love today as when we first met ten years ago. During the Graduation party my Fraternity was throwing for those of us Seniors who actually intended to graduate. Go! Alpha! Sigma! Sigma! Quite a number had decided to stay in and go for a Masters or a Phd. or whatever-the-hell-they-could-fake until the job market improved. Fortunately, I didn't have that problem. During my Junior year some of the theoretical work I had been doing in infiltrating and subverting Network Protocols came to the attention of a computer savvy, Washington savvy, counter-intelligence officer, a security advisor to Rumsfeld, who was ambitious to carve out his own little security domain. He offered me a great paying job as soon as I graduated, just that I had to be exclusive to him. Hell yes! I was ecstatic to be able to jump right into an important, high salaried GX+ position without going through all those dreary years as a poorly paid G01/G10 cubicle drone. I will be able to retire at forty, with a substantial portfolio of blue chips and bonds and property deeds in addition to my pension and full medical benefits. Since that all comes out of the Black Budget, it is well concealed from public scrutiny and well protected from Congressional sequestration. Those poor saps, Policemen and Firemen and Military Veterans and Nurses and other public servants are getting screwed over to make the onepercenters happy but those 'Born booted and spurred to ride mankind' won't touch me. I know too many of their dirty secrets and they know that I know how to set up a dead man's switch. That if anything should happen to me, their nasty little secrets will be automatically broadcasted across the World Wide Web. Just a little insurance policy. Cause like I said, I know how ruthless our wanna-be ubermen masters can be. Ming the Merciless, indeed! Of course by age forty, my IT coding skills will be obsolete as newer technology is being developed all the time. However, I'll be well enough off so that I can retire gracefully. Instead of just getting booted into the gutter as the onepercenters did to the rest of you politically retarded redundants. Why do you delude yourselves that voting the WASP ticket will, in some magical way, get you out of the stockyard lineup for the boltgun to your head? Geez, I do keep getting off track, don't I? Let's see, uhhmm, okay uhh, I met Ursula at this party and I don't know if you believe in love at first sight but okay, maybe it wasn't quote LOVE!! unquote but I surely was smitten? in lust? bedazzled? with her sublime beauty and charm and wit and sexual availability. Medium length shaggy brown hair, 5ft10, 200 lbs, 28CCC bosom, sparkling puce eyes, creamy pale freckled skin. Fantastically pulchritudinous figure of a woman! Laughter that peals like the cry of a guillemot! And she must have found something equally attractive about me cause the next thing I knew we were upstairs, in my Fraternity dorm room doing the horizontal mambo with full frontal nudity! And then as we were both floating down from our mutual Big 'O', this big black friend of Ursula's walks in and strips down and joined us. The sight of the two of them going at it so excited me, my flagging cock immediately rocketed back to prominence! I....what?.....wait! Please don't go. I'm trying to tell you my story.....I don't understand what is bugging you man! What do you mean you do not want to read about some giant meaty black cock plunging into a horny white woman's gushing pussy? Here! Look at your Literotica stats again......and sheesh, here is the video where you, yourself were taking a big black nightstick up your own colon from Mr. Africa in your cell there just a few minutes ago! Oh, wait a second, oh God....you thought it was a black man who I was getting off on watching him plow Ursula!? Hahahahaha!! That's funny! I'm sorry, I guess I'm a lousy writer. I have very little experience writing anything but code. Whooeee, hehehehehe. Okay, let's back this bus up a second. First of all, the black person who joined us was Ursula's roommate Kasey. Black as spades, huge bright red Afro, 6ft4, 260lbs, 32DD bosom, ruby eyes. Who dominates a room like a ravenous Thylacine. She is a committed lesbian. Kasey was all over her roomie but otherwise just barely tolerated my presence as I helped her DP Ursula. We were port and starboard and we went at her, fore 'n aft. Kasey sat on her roommate's screaming face as I pounded out the Anvil Chorus with my proudly seven inches of manmeat intrusively into Ursula's womanly charms. Whenever my Jolly Roger is a'boarding and a'storming, I like to keep my rhythm going with a little hammering tune. Kasey would not go down on her after I filled Ursula's cunt with my masculine cream. Didn't bother me to dive in and clean up after myself while in a 69 as Ursula penny-whistled my organ clean to a third minor orgasm for me while she herself had to suffer through a chain reaction of rapaciously rapid raptures. With a suspicious glare at me as I pulled back and sat there licking my lips, Kasey carefully inspected Ursula's vagina to make sure I had thoroughly cleaned out my slop. Then I got to watch some amazing cunning linguistics as the two women went at each other like starving tigresses. Couldn't get me up a fourth time that hour but I enjoyed watching two coed sexperts displaying all the skills of their tart. If I didn't see it myself, I wouldn't have believed that both those big hands could fit in there! This is how I found out that Ursula is bi-sexual, with a strong preference for pussy. Most men she considers pathetically mediocre as lovers but something about me turns her on and I hit all her buttons! Don't ask me to explain it, I'm just as clueless about women's motivations as the rest of you guys. None of my previous female lovers seemed overwhelmingly impressed by my proweress. Usually they just complained I was too large for them to comfortably orgasm? Don't give me that look! It is what it is. Ursula herself admits she doesn't understand why she loves me, both as a partner and a husband and a lover. She never complains that I'm too big for her, go figure women! Soooo......you wanna argue with success? Huh, no wonder you keep getting yourself locked up. You just lack the capacity to recognize a good thing when Lady Luck rubs it hot and wet into your face. After the two women had brought one another to their umpteenth orgasm with a mutual fisting, Kasey went to use my shower. When she came out while toweling off that lusciously fine negrita body of hers, she looked down at us cuddled together on the bed with a bemused look on her face. No, I didn't mind being on the wet spot, I helped create it! Dripping Kasey evidently was expecting her roommate to leave with her "Girl? Are you going to stay the night? With a guy, of all things?" Ursula looked up from where she was nuzzling my neck and evidently to her own surprise "Yeah, yes I guess I will. Uh, if you don't mind uhmm, Handsome?" "Buddy, my name is Buddy S.. Can't say as I'd mind at all. Shall I call you Gorgeous? And shall I call my new second-best friend over there Lovely? The women both giggled at that, Lovely responded "Gorgeous there is Ursula Z. and I'm Kasey H.. We're roommates at the XiXiPi Sorority House. I gotta say this is the only time we've done this, that I wasn't repelled by the drips Gorgeous gets herself cornered by. A couple of the more prickly asshole's I've had to bitch slap comatose to let us leave. Then the football coach ordered the linemen to stay the hell away from us. Before any more of the jerks were too injured to play." I piped up and lisped in falsetto "Ohh, Spanky you Lovely brute you! Would you like to be my dungeon Mistress? Chain me, flog me, make me listen for hours to a looped recording of your thesis!" That set Kelsey off laughing heartily "Maybe next time boy. If you promise to be extra naughty and very nasty." She choked out. All three of us were laughing ourselves sick, I guess we could be heard next door cause Johnny stuck his head in and asked hopefully "Hey, is there a party on in here?" His face turned pale as a ghost then as red as a balloon, his eyes bugged out, his jaw gaping, watching Kasey finish drying herself, aaalll over her sexy body! Then getting dressed. As she regally swept out of my room, she smirked her distaste at the drooling Johnny and quipped "Sorry fella, you're on the wrong team. I don't want to pitch to a batter, I want to humpire a catch-her!" As she disappeared down the hall, he turned to us and said with a jealous glare on his face "You lucky bastard, two women! Two!" "Well John, that's how I roll, to celebrate my graduation. Not with a whimper but with a bang-bang!" He slammed my door behind him as he stormed out, then we both started laughing again as a second later we heard him slam his own door in frustration. Finally! After four years of earning a reputation as a mediocre cocksman, I finally have rocketed into Alpha Status, to honorably end my University education with the legendary status of bedroom vale-dick-torian. Summa Cum Loudly! I consider it my good luck that it turns out that Ursula would be returning to her family estate along the Zekiah Swamp in Charles County, Maryland. A few thousand acres mostly devoted to raising wild rice and water fowl. She was being educated and trained so that in a few years, when her Guardian and Great-Aunt Mabellyne Y. retires, Ursula will take over as Estate Manager and Proprietor. I'd bet if you walked along any restaurant row in any Chinatown in North America and inspected the Peking ducks hanging in the windows. A good percentage would be proudly displaying the Zekiah Swamp Estate brand seared into their little butts! And when you are buying wild rice, only the Zekiah harvested is guaranteed to be 100% swamp water grown!-TM- And of course, for "Boy! What Day Is This?", we always have the 'Biggest' of roasted goose. Well worth a gold crown. I'm having a dickens of a time trying to understand why you didn't get that reference........trope! Reason it was lucky for me, is that my new job was in a small, anonymous office building in McLean, Virginia, near Langley and I wound up leasing a nice house in Pimmit Green overlooking the historical Chesapeake and Ohio Canal. So it was a reasonable commute between Ursula and myself by cigaretteboat until we got married. Our love life was smokin' hot! We were an instant match! 'Paging Phillip Morris!' A friend of mine over at the DEA, knew I had always fancied getting my own go-fast. We had been on a couple of College amateur teams and I had really enjoyed myself. Hey, there was only one crash! The boat was pulverized but we both survived with minimal additional deaths and cripplings. Anywho, my pal at the DEA steered me to a mistaken seizure, that the department wanted to clandestinely dispose of, before any snoopy reporters started asking embarrassing questions, about whatever happened to the family of fine, law abiding citizens aboard? Who had the very baddest luck to be at the very worstest place at the very wrongest time. I got it for a very reasonable price and it was not very unreasonably expensive patching the chain-gun bullet holes and replacing the blood-stained upholstery. I rechristianed her, the 'Rump Runner'. She's 30' in length and 400 horsepower each, twin engines. With space for four people in the cockpit. I know it's kinda short but the canal and Bay are tight and crowded with traffic and it made it easier to find space in a boathouse. Man! When I put the pedal to the metal, that little boat screams past the all those dinky sailboats. Maybe it's the sailors who were screaming? And speaking about pounding out the Anvil Chorus, the girls say my hands on the throttles, as we batter through the waves, is better then a galloping horse for getting them off! Getting engaged was a sobering experience. I had to reevaluate my life and career goals. That's when I convinced my boss we should disperse our facilities further away from Target>Langley and I got a new office in an old ex-bank building in Waldorf, Maryland. Conveniently close to where, after our marriage, Ursula and I now live in the Zenana Mansion on the Zekiah estate. Huh, whadda coincidence.....smirk! Now my baby the 'Rump Runner' is kept in a boathouse at the docks of Port Tobacco. Seems appropriate for a cigarette-boat. But Ursula is talking about having a baby of her own and if I want to be a daddy, I'm going to have to make a choice. Sad day, sad day...... Kasey had also returned to the District and was aggressively working her way up one of the Murdoch/Ailes/Saudi Axis clandestinely owned advertising/public relations/media conglomerates right outside the Beltway. Her last assignment was babysitting Republican Presidential nominees to prevent the public from discovering their more unsavory hobbies. A couple of them she had to spank into submission, they were so naughty! It amuses Ursula and Kelsey to take me with them as they tour the lesbian bars and clubs in the District. All those varieties of female, wondering what the hell I'm doing hanging around with two spectacularly gorgeous lesbians. Then they find out that Ursula and I are happily married and basically Kasey is Ursula's regular girlfriend. And that I'm cool with their relationship. The slackjawed, stunned look on a room full of Sapphic faces is priceless! But why shouldn't I be complacent? They've been together since they met in fifth grade as they attended the exclusive Czarina Boarding Academy for Proper Young Ladies. A lot longer then our marriage. If it makes Ursula happy, it makes me happy. Heckfire! Kasey is a darn easy on my eyes and funny as all get out. You should hear her riffing on her charges, hilarious how dumb they are! Yah just gotta wonder why the GOP vetting committee keeps fishing in the shallow end of the gene pool for these corybantics? Vainly attempting to make the Bush clan of jukes & kallikaks appear more palatable would be my guess. I think it was Kasey who first designated me The Good Buddy and it went viral from there. I don't have any great compulsion to join in with the other female lovers my wife and Kasey get involved with every now and again. But, then the other girls also started referring to me as The Good Buddy. And that is how I'm recognized now, in just about every lezzie club and bulldyke saloon in the Washington D.C. metropolitan area. I never have to buy my own drinks anymore. The bartenders just automatically start pouring my favorite, a mug of Birch Oatmeal Stout. Amazed me to discover, my drinking has popularized Birch brewed drinks among that crowd. Birches among the Bitches? I dunno, let me think about it. Perhaps I'm belaboring the switches? Ouch! Sauna jokes........so suo-mi. Smirk. Heck, without the constant pressure for sex, some of the gals and I have become pretty good drinking buddies. If you'all will excuse the punny. We get together as a barbershop quartet. I'm Countertenor or falsetto, Katty is lyric contralto, Pussy is dramatic contralto and Daisy is baritone. We just sing for fun, we've done a few fundraisers and charity gigs aside from amateur contests and karaoke bars. We call ourselves the QQuadrant QQuips. At home at Zenana Mansion, I'm on the ukelele, Ursula's on her hurdy-gurdy and Kasey on her 48inch harmonica. We sure have a lot of fun harmonizing. And sometimes we get the Mansion help and Estate employees as a background chorus. You should hear all of us wailing out 'O Fortuna'. Especially with the Reagan Sisters singing the bass chorus. I'm not sure, we might be on YouTube? A couple of years ago Ursula and Kasey were intimate with Lenora M. for a few months. She wheedled Ursula into involving me in their bed-games when Kasey wasn't available. She wouldn't allow vaginal penetration but that woman would give the second-best blowjobs I have ever experienced. Now, are you crazy enough to believe, that I'm so stupid as to ever admit, that anyone can give me a better blowjob then my wife? The Good Buddy Lenora was saving her hymen for her marriage honeymoon. She had promised her dying Daddy she would be married in white and she absolutely means to keep that promise. She even refuses to use tampons, nothing intrusive allowed but tongue! Ursula and Kasey both admitted to me, that Lenora was fantastic at oral sex. She had been a Big Ten College swimming champion. Which explained her capacity for being able to hold her breath as to why she was so good at deep throating my seven inches. Honestly, she has been the only woman who could ever take me all the way down her gullet. I don't think it's the length as much as the thickness that prevents other women from engorging. Even Ursula had to admit defeat. Defoot? I'm sure there's a funny punny in there somewhere if I try hardly enough. Perhaps I should switch to metric? Uhh, not that I am complaining, you understand? Considering all the glorious effort and energetic enthusiasm my wife puts into lumberjacking my redwood! We all three really liked Lenora, she might have become a permanent addition to our trio. Then she received a fantastic opportunity to take over as the head swimming coach for the U.H. at Diamondhead. Whose swimming team's motto is; "If you can swim faster than the sharks, you belong on our team!" They must have some very exciting tryouts...... Last time we heard from Lenora, she had just married a woman Sumo wrestler from Samoa. Mazeltov! Well, I hope this is what you'all wanted to read. If you enjoyed, please heart me. If you didn't enjoy, don't worry, be happy! Take your pills. Homeland Security will be keeping a benevolent eye upon your activities. For your own good of course. Protect you from the bad guys, whoever we decide they are this week. Once Jeb is POTUS, we'll have the renewed authority to reevaluate your birth status and issue you eugenically graded medical access permits. And of course, finally implementing the steganographic Wolfowitz Treaty, collecting the required automatic payroll deductions for the payment of the Jizyah to the Saudi Royal Ministry of Infidel Affairs and Tribute Collection. Happy trails, good buddy!