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The Thong

By: oldhippie1949



I've written stories on many aspects of the erotic dimension but since you really liked my last story, "My Beautiful Blond on the Beach," I thought I would continue in that vein. I seem to have a predilection toward younger woman, some younger than my daughters. So here's another basically true story about a mature man with a horn and the younger woman who loves to blow it.



I have a lot of idle time. While it is definitely the devil's tool, at my age, I don't mind it one bit. And sure, while I sometimes get into trouble, it's okay. I'm not hurting anybody. On my daily trips into the village, I often hang out and shoot the breeze with the help. I stop at the hardware store, the local market stand, the post office and finally the pharmacy. I know several of the employees outside of their jobs. Some are kids of townsfolk I know, some are fellow boaters and some are neighbors. When Juana first came to work at the pharmacy, she immediately caught my eye and I immediately began to chat her up. She had a low voice and a lovely accent. 'N she sure was purdy!

Over a period of a few weeks, I learned that she was a Colombian immigrant and had been in this country for seven years during which time she had bounced from menial job to medial job. She'd come out to East Hampton because friends had moved out here to open a restaurant. She had been trained in Colombia as a chef and had come to take the job (and a stake in the business) they offered. The restaurant was not due to open for a few months and so she jumped at the pharmacy job in order to make any money she could. She was 33 and quite beautiful in an exotic Latino, sultry kind of way. Her deep skin, long black hair and dark eyes graced a lithe, small frame. I had to have a taste of this even though our age difference was more than twenty years.

Over the next few months, I became more and more familiar with her. Her nickname was "Jay" but naturally I called her "Mari" and told her that she made me high. I hit on her regularly, telling her that I would take her to dinner but she always fended off my flirting and kept me at a distance. Not that she didn't flirt with me, she did. She'd frequently bat her dark eyes at me or lean over and let me peek at her cleavage. The little tease knew what she was doing. One afternoon, she bent over to get something and gave me a full view of her delightfully small ass. I could see the line of her thong rise out of her crack up to the top of her jeans. Her perfect little ass was framed by the pants caught between her cheeks. I did everything I could do to keep from grabbing it and let me tell you, it was very, very tough. When she stood and looked at me, I was certain she was aware of my burning eyeballs and bulging crotch. She smiled.

One day, I walked in and didn't see her around. I bought my allergy pills, some toothpaste and mostly just dawdled for a while. As I neared the back of the store, I saw her leave the employee's room and she looked awful. She looked drawn and pale.

"Jay, are you alright? You look awful."

"I'm not feeling so good today. I don't know if I need a break from this job or if it's just that time of the month or what but I'm working this shift fast and going home early. I need to lie out in the sun. I'm glad I saw you. Can you do me a favor, please?

"Sure, Jay. What do you need?"

"My car is in the shop for a few days and I need a lift home to Amagansett when I get off. Can you take me?"

"Sure. What time?"

I agreed to pick her up in an hour which was enough time for me to take my dog down to the beach for a romp. When I pulled up to the employee's entrance, she was just walking out. I offered to take her for coffee but she only wanted to collapse at home. I offered to be her nurse, or if she was so inclined, to play doctor. This got a laugh and a "no-no-no" headshake. I asked her if, on her day off, and if she felt up to it, I could take her down to the beach for some serious sun. She liked that idea and suggested that she would call me on Thursday morning to let me know. I dropped her off in front of a modest house in the Clearwater section where she rented a room. I watched her ass sashay toward the front door, and I wanted it.

Early Thursday morning, she called and asked if my beach offer was still open.

"Of course, it is. Is there anything I can prepare or take?"

"No but I'll tell you what. I'll make us lunch and you take care of everything else. And can I ask you which beach we're going to?"

"I thought maybe Wiborg Beach because it's kind of deserted now before the tourists come out for the season. And because I have a Village Beach Pass. Why?"

"That's good because I've never been on any of the private beaches, only the town beach on Atlantic Avenue. I don't mind the busier, family beaches. I mean all the beaches here are beautiful. But I prefer it a bit quieter, you know? I've always wanted to see that beach, Wiborg, too – where the fancy people go."

"Today's your lucky day. I'll pick up at 11. That will set us up for the best rays."

An hour later, I was on my way to get her. I couldn't have asked for a better day for mid-May. It was a perfectly blue, no-cloud sky and it was about 85 degrees. I drove my old Land Rover that I keep in the garage and use only when four-wheeling on the beach or on the old dirt roads up in the Northwest Woods section.

She came out of the house laughing at the site of me in the Land Rover - no top, no windows - and hopped in. She was wearing a long beige caftan and looking very "Hamptons." She looked much better. In fact, she looked radiant.

"They'll think you are a movie star."

"Oooh, maybe I'll be discovered."

We drove down to Wiborg and I stopped at the edge of the parking lot, Jay started to get out and I waved her back into the car. I lifted the yellow-knobbed shift and turned it several times to lock it in place. Then I went to each wheel hub, pulled out the center rods, turned each ninety degrees and locked them. Then I folded down the windshield, locked it to the hood and jumped back in to my now four-wheeled Land Rover. We jumped into and through the sand, bouncing down the beach. To the west, toward Georgica Beach, we could see small umbrellas way off in the distance. To the east was a vast nothing and that's the direction I took.

We ran along the tide's edge and danced with the rolling waves. About a mile up, I pulled toward the dunes and parked.

"Here we are, your Highness, you're own personal beach."

She took no notice of me as she slowly walked toward the water. My dog was already playing in the waves and peeing on the clams. I set up camp.

First was the super large Army and Navy Store blanket, big enough for four. Then came this small wind and sun shield I keep in the car but rarely use. It's sort of a half-tent that blocks the harsher aspects of the elements. I put the lunch basket and the beverages under it. Then I got my Times, a pencil and some lotion. As a final touch, I placed a small vase with fresh lilacs in the center of the blanket. I took my wine bag from the car, poured two glasses of Pinot Noir into plastic goblets and looked up to see her walking back. God. I loved the slow and languid way she walked with just a slight sashay of her hips. She was a dream, my Hispanic Girl from Ipanema fantasy.

She smiled when she saw what I had done.

"You have such style. I am so impressed. And to speak honestly, I really am impressed with you. You are a good guy...and classy, too."

I loved the little Latino accent, the lilt in her voice.

"This is the most beautiful beach I've ever seen. It really does feel like it's my very own. Thank you for taking me here."

She continued as she pulled the caftan over her head revealing a dark chocolate bathing suit. It was a thong bottom which was striking for its minimalism but also for her light mocha skin against it. The bra was also a small affair just covering enough of her pretty 34B breasts to hide her nipples. I found myself staring as she turned to the lunch box and bent over exposing that sensational ass to me. Oh, that thong! It was as smooth as a babi...well, you know. 

"I made some easy to eat snacks. First, I have ceviche. Then I made some cuban sandwiches...hello, hello! Are you there?"

I snapped out of it.

"I'm sorry. But maybe I'm not sorry either. You are sooooo beautiful...your body...that thong..."

"You like? I wore this suit for you. Special," she said as she stuck a pose. I thought my dick would snap in half.

We sat opposite each other, me in my baggy shorts and Jay in a half an ounce of material, sipping wine and eating ceviche and crackers. She smiled at me.

"So, let me ask you," she said between bites, "I can be topless on this beach, right? Atlantic Avenue Beach has lots of families and kids and you're not supposed to - but here it is alright?"

"Yes. Topless is okay. I sometimes skinny dip by taking my suit off in the water. Sometimes, I lay nude behind the windscreen. I can hear if people are coming and anyway, the dog barks. Nude, you'll get a ticket. Topless is legal."

"Good. I've been waiting to do this. And you want to see my breasts anyway."

She slipped off the bra.

"Ok, stare. Get it out of your system."

I stared. Indeed, I stared real good. Her nipples were larger and browner than I had imagined. I assumed they were small pebbles but I was wrong. Her breasts had no sag and were firm hand-size globes. Like the rest of her, they fit.

"Ok, enough already! Your eyes will fall out"

"You know, Jay, I'm sitting here looking at you naked and I'm doing the best I can to stay calm. You have a model's body and you are so casual with it. You're a lot different in the store and I am a little taken aback."

"Yes, I am different than in the store. I am more outgoing and I am not very modest, especially with my body. I like my body. Don't be mistaking my enjoyment of being naked with sex. I have not had good sex experiences so I don't know about that. But I do like to be naked and I don't ever remember being naked on the beach like this. I like the way this feels."

I moved to stand up and it was very obvious that my dick was rock solid and pushing my shorts out. She giggled.

"I'm so flattered that I have such an effect on you!"

"Jay, you're killing me. I like being naked, too but seeing you is surely uncomfortable," I said this as I straightened my dick in the shorts. She giggled some more. I walked over to the car and got my stash out of the glove compartment. I filled the bowl, lit it and walked back to her.

"Juana?....Mari?...I've been waiting a long time to say that!"

I lit the bowl and passed it to her. It went back and forth like this for a while and we were quiet. Jay stretched out in the sun and began to smear lotion over her body. I noticed her shiver when she ran her palms along her breasts. Oiled and slick she looked more exotic. I put a towel under my head and lay down in the sun. I began to apply lotion to myself.

"I'm very different from the person you know in the drug store. I'm smart and I know how to do things. I'll have my chance soon but the wait is driving me crazy. I'm tired of waiting. I want it."

We spoke about the restaurant and her version of The American Dream. It was enlightening and it was thrilling to hear her excitement. We spoke of her childhood in Colombia and her upper middle class upbringing. After about fifteen minutes, it was time to turn over. Jay looked at me sternly.

"Now, if you can keep it in your pants, I'll let you put lotion on my back."

"Okay, I'll tie the rascal down but I can't be held responsible."

I liberally smeared lotion over her shoulders and down her back, using my best erotic massage hands. I sat behind her head and once, she lifted her head and stared into the leg of my shorts where the head of my dick was neatly tucked and peeking at her. She didn't think I noticed but I did.

I moved down to her feet and began to work on her toes, sole, and ankle. I moved up her legs and worked both inside and out. I got to her ass, filled my palms with oil, and oiled her ass like I was born to. As I got close to her best parts, she made a noise and shifted her hips. I stopped and, as gentlemanly as I could, I went for me drink and my bowl.

After ten minutes of so, I declared that it was time to take a dip. I ran into the surf with a whoop and a dog at my heels. We played at the edge of the surf until he tired and ambled back to his shady spot under the screen.

Jay passed the dog on her way into the water. She jumped and squealed as the surf splashed over her. As she swam up to me, I lifted my hand out of the water showing her that I was not wearing my bathing suit. I waved the suit around my head.

"Ooh. Is that a dare?"

She lifted her hand to show me her thong between her fingers. Laughing, we were like two little kids frolicking nude in the surf on a deserted beach. We caught some waves and rode them. Finally, she waved me in and I chased her, naked back to the blanket. 

We were both naked and laughing. We were stoned. We were having fun. I handed her a towel and we began to dry off. I got a good look at her pussy. It was small and pretty with her soft and silky black pubic hair trimmed low to accommodate her bikinis.

"You have a very nice penis. It looks nice like in pictures. Not that I am an expert but it seems big enough; it hangs nice on your thigh. Esthetically, it's pretty. There, I said it. You have a pretty penis."

"Thank you. I've never been told that before. And you have a very handsome vagina. How come you just don't shave it? I mean there's hardly any hair there anyway?"

"I don't like the way it feels. It itches too much and it bothers me. So I wax a line and leave the rest and it feels better."

"I suppose it's better than putting your hand down there and scratching it all the time."

"Puh-leeeze, I do enough of that anyway. But I'll be right back, don't go away."

She ran up and behind the dune and I could just see enough to see that she was squatting and peeing. What a girl. I put my little black gym shorts on and sat in the shade, filling the pipe and the wine glasses.

Jay returned wearing her thong.

"There's someone coming this way in a car."

"Don't worry. Come over her and sit in the shade as I pushed the dog over.

Within a couple of minutes, the beach patrol pulled up. Officer Don saw me, waved and drove on. Not a word was spoken but I saw his eyebrows lift as he ogled Jay. He drove off smiling. I knew that he would not be back my way until later in the afternoon.

"Do you know everybody in this town?"

"Yes. Everybody. By first name. And I'm surprised Officer Don didn't get out and take a puff!"

We sat in the shade and ate small bite-sized and very delicious cuban sandwiches. The wine was gone but the cold beer worked well.

"I'm really enjoying this. You are so much fun. I trust you, too. I feel comfortable with you."

"Isn't that the way it's supposed to be? Aren't we supposed to enjoy each other as a way to be happy? But I will admit to a lot of self-control today, Jay."

"I'm sorry. I don't want to make you uncomfortable. Shall I put more clothes on?"

"Don't you dare. I love looking at your beautiful breasts and while I would love to caress them. I love looking at the rest of you and your fine line. I love your thong and while I wish I had it between my teeth, I'll be okay. I have looked at your thong line for months and now let me feast my eyes. If I have to go home and masturbate later, at least me get my money's worth!"

Jay giggled and stood up. She struck poses in front of me playfully and then sat back down next to me very close so we were touching. She placed her arm around mine and pressed herself against me.

Vet quietly, she said, "I've had a difficult background with men. You're the first man I feel okay with in a very long time. Your penis is the first I have seen in many years and it didn't frighten me like the last one. Pardon me for being so bold but I'm telling you what I feel and I think you understand."

"It's all good, you know. Penises can be nice too. A penis can be your best friend."

She laughed and it lightened the mood. I slipped my cock out of my shorts and held it in my hand for her inspection. She was fascinated by it. I felt her nipple harden against my bicep.

"Seriously, Jay, I think that you're a good and strong person. And you have an opportunity to make a good life here and I respect that beyond words. You have to trust somebody sometime but...more specifically, men have to work to earn your trust and when they do, they have the "real" you. Do you follow me?"

"Yes, you're exactly right. I'd rather withdraw than suffer jerks and liars...or violent men."

"You have to find a middle ground, especially in the restaurant business. You have to be friendly as well as political, you also have to show off your art and all the attention that comes with that. Some will be jerks, some will be liars but all will be customers and that's how you maintain your equilibrium."

She liked that as she lay down on her back in the sun. Holding the lotion, she waved me over.

"Come," she said, "lay down here and let's talk more. And oil me."

"Yes, Your Highness."

I started on her forehead and sensually traced my fingers along, around and amongst her face. She cooed. I ran the oil over her shoulders and down her chest encircling and circumscribing her breasts. She cooed again. I lotioned up and moved down her stomach, just under the thong to the top of her pubic hair. She cooed again.

I continued the process from her feet up along her thighs. Now she parted her legs slightly to give me access to her inner thighs. I moved my hands up her thighs and along the sides of the thong. Oh, that thong!. She was very wet. I stopped and started to pull away.

"No, don't leave. Come over here where I can see you."

I moved to her side by her head and blocking the sun.

"I am excited. I want you to show me your penis again."

I loved that accent.

"It's been a long ..."

I pulled my shorts to the side and it popped out all happy and alert. It was like they were both gazing at each other - her dark eyes and my one-eyed monster. I took her hand and placed both on my dick. I slowly stroked it and it got harder. Jay gasped and took her hand back. Something told me that this was my chance.

"I have an idea. What do you say to this? Since it's getting pretty hot out here, why don't we take another dip and then go back to my place, take a hot tub, drink some more, smoke some more and then I make YOU dinner. I'll teach you how to make red beans and rice the real way!"

"Louisiana? I can probably do it better than you. I spent a year in New Orleans with Susan Spicer!"

"Ok, I'm impressed. Let's compromise - we make a meal together."

"You're on. Let's go. Last one in.."

I chased her into the water. This time, we playfully swam together sometimes rubbing our nude bodies together. It was no accident when I swam up behind her and ran my cock between her butt cheeks. It was no mistake when after a wave knocked us over, she grabbed my crotch. 

I chased her out of the water. I chased her into the car. Then I chased her into my house.

I took her by the hand and led her to the deck and the hot tub. I folded the cover and turned on the bubbler. I filled the wine glasses. I dropped my suit and walked into the tub. Turning to her, I held out my hand. She stripped down to her thong and slid in next to me. Oh, what a sweet body.

"House Rules."

I leaned over and peeled her thong down. She stepped out of it and I lifted it to my face. She laughed and we slid into the tub. I lay in my favorite spot where the jets blow up your ass and around your lower back. She moved from place to place around the tub looking for the right spot. Meanwhile, I still had the thong in my mouth.


The Thong



He brought home a gift for her today. It was a little box with a bow on top. After dinner and family time and putting the kids to bed, he gave it to her. She looked at him questioningly, it wasn't any special day or occasion. He just waited. So she opened it. Inside was a thong. Nothing fancy, just a pair of black thong underwear. She asked if he wanted her to try them on. He nodded, so she headed off to the bedroom to change. She closed the door and felt all sorts of excitement washing over her, but especially in her pussy, which had tingled and tensed when she saw the gift. She was not really sure what this was all about, but she couldn't wait to find out. She stripped off her clothes and put on the thong, then added a black lacy bra from her closet. She walked back out to the living room and turned slowly in front of her husband. He was sitting comfortably in his recliner and when he heard her coming down the stairs, turned off the tv. He watched her turn for him and beckoned her. 

When she came to him, he pulled her onto his lap and kissed her. She returned the kiss and felt the firmness of his desire through his pants. Finally, he pulled her up with him when he stood and they moved to the couch. But instead of sitting on his lap again, he pulled her across it, lying face down. He told her, "I'm going to spank you now". 

She asked "Why?" She hadn't done anything to warrant a spanking. 

He said, "Because I like to spank you and feel you squirm against me and you like to be spanked." She acquiesced and laid across him. He started by rubbing her ass, and smacking it playfully which made her giggle nervously. His spanks got firmer and harder and after several minutes, she was moaning and flinching. He picked up the hairbrush and started with light spanks. She whimpered when she felt it, she knew how much the brush hurt. When it seemed to get too intense for her, he told her she was a good girl, that he liked watching her take it, he said he would push her to her limits. His calm voice and soothing words reassured her. When it did get too intense, he switched to rubbing, but he knew she was enjoying it because she was dripping wet. The thong was completely soaked through with her juices and it was starting to leave a wet spot on his jeans. 

She loved it when he spanked her, she slipped into a state of raw feeling. She lost all inhibitions and would do anything he asked eagerly, even things she didn't want to do or those that she secretly wanted but was too shy to ask for. Sometimes, she regretted that later when her shyness returned and he expected her to make good on their agreements. Today, he was counting on that dynamic. 

He started pulling the thong off in between spanks. He was going to try something new today. When he had worked her panties off of her entirely, he pulled her legs apart and started playing with her. He brushed against her clit with his thumb and she squirmed and tried to get more friction. He wasn't going to let her cum yet. He told her she was not allowed to cum until he gave her permission, which nearly sent her over the edge by itself. She loves being made to ask, even beg, to cum. Her bottom was bright red and she was moaning and squirming. He couldn't tell whether she was trying to avoid the spank or receive it harder. He suspected she didn't know either. He spanked her harder. 

He pulled her up so she was on her knees with her legs apart. He spanked her labia hard with his hand. She jumped and whimpered. He slid two fingers inside her, they went with ease, since she was dripping wet. 

He told her, "This is mine. You are not allowed to cum without permission today or tomorrow". 

She moaned and he took it as acceptance of his terms. He pulled his fingers out and started working one into her ass. She squirmed and made a half-hearted attempt to pull away. He spanked her hard and told her to hold still. He slid one still-covered-in-pussy-juice finger into her ass and worked it back and forth. He felt her tense up and he knew this made her uncomfortable. She always tried to say no or squirm away. But he also knew that she loved having to submit to something she was uncomfortable with, it was a turn on for her. 

He told her, "This is also mine, I will do with it as I please and you will take it." 

She whimpered and said, "yes, sir". But her arousal was evident in the trail running down her leg. 

He pulled out his finger and picked up her thong. He held it against her pussy and started working the fabric inside of her. At first she didn't know what was going on, so she moaned and leaned into it. She realized something was different and sat still. "Are you... Is that the thong?" she asked. He said it was. It was getting harder to slip into her because the fabric was absorbing her wetness. She wiggled and tried to get away, but he held her and spanked her sharply. 

"You will hold still for me". She whimpered a little as he pushed it insider her bit by bit, but didn't fight it. "Now, don't you feel like a naughty girl, with your panties filling your pussy up?" he asked her. 

She said, "Yes, sir" and he could tell she felt embarrassed. But at the same time, being naughty for him made her more aroused, more submissive.

"Stand up" he said. She did and he signaled that she should turn around, like she did when she modeled the new thong the first time. He said he liked it and stood up. He embraced her and kissed her deeply on the mouth. 

"On your knees" he whispered in her ear. She immediately obeyed and got to her knees in front of him. He stripped off his clothes and her bra. His cock was hard and wet at the tip. She was not the only one who had enjoyed the foreplay. He pushed his cock into her mouth and held her by the hair. 

She worked on his cock, taking as much as she could into her mouth. She slid her lips up and down it and paused to gently lick his balls. She traced the side of his scrotum up one side with her tongue, then started at the bottom again and went up the other side. She licked all over his cock and sucked it. She loves sucking his cock. All the while, the thong inside her made itself known, she could feel it and was torn between enjoying it and wanting it gone. The teasing, she was so turned on, she wanted to cum, the thong reminded her that she was being filled, even while she was sucking and licking and giving her husband's cock attention. She brought him close to orgasm and he pulled out of her mouth.

"Turn around" he said, "I want to cum inside you". 

She thought "Finally! He'll take these panties out of me and fuck me!" She turned around and, still on her knees, leaned over the couch so he could have her doggie style. He slid a finger into her pussy, she clenched, waiting for him to start to pull the panties out. 

"It looks like your pussy is occupied; I'll have to cum in your ass". 

Hearing him talk dirty to her like that was music to her ears, but what came next. "Remember, you aren't allowed to cum, don't even touch your pussy," brought with it a strange mixture of excitement, arousal and dread. They had never played this game before. She was never "not allowed" to cum, she just had to ask for permission, sometimes she had to beg and he made her wait on the edge of orgasm, but he always let her. She was excited and aroused because it was another way for her to submit to him, to give him control over her orgasms. She had already given him control of her having them, he made her cum whenever he wanted, or he would tell her to masturbate and cum for him while he lay in bed next to her watching and stroking his cock. But he had never denied her before! 

She felt the head of his cock press against her opening and she tried to relax herself to accept it. She really enjoyed anal but was too shy to ask for it. This time he was rough with her. There was so much wetness all over from her deep enjoyment of the spanking, and even the thong, that he didn't need lubrication. He lined up his cock and slid it all the way in. She was filled up in a split second, she cried out. It hurt to be taken so suddenly and thankfully he paused with the full length of his cock inside her and let her adjust. She pulsed around him and when she started wiggling her hips, he knew she was ready. 

He pulled out nearly all the way and slid back in slowly. She whimpered and tried to thrust back, but he held her still. He didn't want to cum right away, he was going to enjoy this. She was starting to use her hands to pull him, so he grabbed each hand and pulled it behind her back and held them there. Next time, he would use cuffs or something, but for now, he just held them in one of his hands. She stopped struggling, but continued to try to thrust on his cock. He was sensing a desperation in her. He pulled almost all the way out again and slowly slid back in to the hilt. He liked feeling her softness envelop him bit by bit. She wiggled and thrust and squeezed him with her muscles, but she couldn't get him to speed up. He would take his sweet time and enjoy her ass as he pleased. 

He felt his orgasm building and he grabbed her hair with his free hand. This forced her to arch her back to a more pleasing angle for him. He put a handful of her long hair in the hand that was holding her hands. His pace quickened and she tried to thrust back. He buried his cock deep into her and his cum filled her. She moaned and pulsed around his cock, as if trying to get every drop. She felt submissive and intensely intimate with him, taking him and his cum in her like this, at the same time feeling naughty and sexy and desperate to cum. 

He released her hands and hair and slowly pulled out of her. He slapped her labia a couple times, playfully, and spanked her ass, a bit harder. She was still in the mental fog that comes with her extreme arousal and just knew she wanted more. 

He leaned over her on the couch, and told her this, "I know you don't wear panties much, but starting tomorrow, you will wear them every day. And sometimes, I will expect you to not be wearing them when I get home. I will text you and at that time, you will remove your panties and do this." As he said it, he slid a finger into her pussy and started tugging on the thong. Her muscles tensed and she quivered with anticipation. And humilitation. He wanted her to do that... To herself?? But she agreed, because she would agree to anything for him. And this was one more sexy-but-embarrassing thing that might turn her on. 

She wanted to ask him to rub her clit, or at least let her rub it, she wanted to ask to be allowed to cum. She waited. He led her to the shower and they took turns soaping and lathering. He paid special attention to her labia and clitoris, keeping her aroused but not letting her cum. When he rubbed his soapy hand down to her bottom, to wash where he had taken his liberties with her, she tried to turn to not allow him. 

He held her and reminded her, "This is mine, not just when we're having sex, but all the time". She felt a renewed surge of arousal and intimacy. She relented and allowed him to wash her everywhere. 

After drying off, they went to bed. She snuggled in close to him and his hand wandered across her skin. He found his way to her clit. Even after showering and getting a thorough wash and rinse, she was slick with desire again. She quivered and moved to get more contact with his hand. He said, "You'll have to wait tonight, no cumming yet. And no touching yourself, either." She groaned, she wanted to cum. She dozed off, but slept restlessly for a few hours. 

When she woke up, it was to soft licking on her clit. She opened her eyes and looked at the clock. 2am? He sat up on his knees and she could see he was hard again. He reversed and straddled her face. He leaned forward and buried his face in her pussy. She moaned and arched her back, her whole body came alive with his tongue on her clit. He pulled away and slid his cock between her lips. "You make me cum, then you can cum and not before. But once you swallow all of my cum, you can have as many orgasms as you can stand." She got to work.



The Thong Contest



That has to be the greatest question ever to have words formed around it. Somewhere on Earth, someone is asking another person that question. And you can be sure the askee is replying the asker with a resounding "hell yeah." And to give further stimulation, if the asker is a hot woman and the askee is a hot woman, you can pretty much put the children to bed and sound-proof the bedroom.

The following account happens to be a true story involving my sexy friend Desarae. "Desi" as I like to call her, has a thing for thong contests. You know them; contests where scantily clad young ladies wear only their sexiest thong panties and a small t-shirt, dance on stage to some groovy tunes, to be ogled by men -- and women -- as well as to win cash and prizes. 

Now I'm like a lot of other guys: I'm an ass man. I also happen to be a panties man, too. Of course, I like seeing a thong on a hot woman, but I also like sexy bikini panties, as well. Desi has a perfect ass, one which definitely broke the mold. I would also like to let the record show that Desi hardly ever wears panties. It's a 50/50 for me, but there is also an upside to her not wearing any skivvies -- definite easy access to her sweetly shaved pussy and her tight ass. Definitely finger lickin' good.

Let me describe Desi for you: if you are a guy who loves brunettes, then my friend is the girl for you. Standing 5'5' and looking like Jennifer Love Hewitt, Desi's long brown hair comes just past her shoulders. She can easily fit a 34c bra, has long legs as well as the aforementioned perfect ass. The perfect body, too -- no flaws to be found! She is also very sexual, knows everything that turns me on, and can get my cock hard very quickly. She is also one of my best friends and I don't know what I would do without her. But I digress.

Back to the story -- Desi and one of her drop dead gorgeous friends who I will call Jamie entered a recent thong contest here in the great Commonwealth of Massachusetts. Jamie has a great body, one that compliments Desi's in every way. Her brown hair and brown eyes are enough to make any man swoon, and her 36b's have cute suckable nipples attached to them.

After arriving, the pair entered the contest and went backstage to prepare. Desi, of course, is a veteran of the thong contest. Jamie has done a few, but not many. 

As they walked on stage in their matching white thongs, the male population of the bar went wild. The music started, and after a few minutes, my two friends wound up dancing together. And dancing isn't the word for it: they grinded their sexy bodies against each other. Desi told me while they were grinding, she could feel her pussy getting wet from excitement at being in close proximity to the other girl's body. By then she could smell Jamie's perfume -- as well as the husky smell of Jamie's aroused pussy! Jamie's thong was seeping her secretions on Desi's leg. 

Jamie took the initiative and began to kiss Desi, softly at first before their lip lock became more passionate: tongues invaded each others' mouth, hands roamed up and down each others' back, before firmly planting themselves on the other girls' ass. They were grinding away as the crowd went ballistic, urging the girls on. And the bartender, oh thank God for him! Using his soda-water dispenser, he fired a stream of water toward the girls, getting the pair all slippery.

The noise and the ambiance was too much for Jamie. Looking into my friend's brown eyes, she offered Desarae the keys to pleasure: "Can I go down on you?" she asked.

Not needing further prompting, Desi, with a look of pure lust in her eyes, said "hell yeah" to her friend. The pair took off their tops, which put the crowd into an uncontrolled frenzy. Jaws were dropping all over the place and numerous "oh my God"'s were heard.

After rubbing their tits together, Desi took her friend and laid her on the stage. Placing a soft kiss on her friend's lips, she started to kiss down Jamie's neck, which started to send shivers throughout Jamie's body. As she got to her tits, someone in the crowd yelled "SUCK THOSE TITTIES!" Desi needed no encouragement, licking the nipples, taking them between her red lips and sucked hard. Jamie's fingers pulled Desi's thong to the side and slid two fingers deep into my friends' sopping wet snatch. With Desi's tits right in front of her face, Jamie tilted her head slightly, taking in my friend's right nipple, sucking on the teat like a tasty wet treat.

Sliding a hand down to Jamie's thong, Desi's fingers trailed the outside of the material, finding the panties soaked beyond comprehension. She told me if she were to take off Jamie's thong and grabbed a shot glass, she was sure to wring out at least a 3/4 shot of pussy juice out of that thong. Desi's fingers lightly brushed over her friend's clit, sending shrieks of joy between Jamie's moaning.

But without any warning, the impromptu lesbian show was cancelled. Someone started taking pictures of the action on stage, and the bartender called off the contest, saying Desi and Jamie were making amateur porn. But afterward, numerous guys told Desarae how hot she and Jamie were onstage.

Unfortunately, Desi and Jamie didn't have sex -- Desi's ex-boyfriend filled her pussy with cum that night. But what happened the following week on camera between the two girls, you may just have to wait to see if they want to share it with you. I, as being Desi's best friend, have already seen the video. 

No comment. 



The Thong



"Take that out of your mouth already."

"Sorry, Jay. I could eat this thong for dinner."

"Don't be silly. Help me, I don't know where to sit."

"Come here. I'll show you the best spot."

I moved away from my spot and let her take my place.

"Ooo! Yes! That certainly hits the right spots."

She grabbed my arms and pulled me into her. I looked deep into her eyes and leaned in for a Hollywood kiss. Within moments, we were locked in embrace and kissing deeply and soulfully. Playfully, too, as she traced my lips with her tongue.

I changed position so that I was sitting and she was on my lap. I spread my legs enough so that the jet would be able to get her. We kissed and played with each other. I took her nipples between my lips and paid homage, licking and pulling and suckling. She loved it pressing her tits in further.

I placed my palm into her mound and moved her into the perfect position for the bubbler. Then I slowly slid my hand up along her slit and up to her clit. She heaved a huge sigh.

She stroked my dick under the water; she held it and rubbed it along her crack, between her lips and around her clit. After a few minutes of this, my dick was about as hard as it was going to get in the hot tub which is to say, not much. She then slid higher onto me, pressing my dick along her ass and kissing me. Sliding back and forth did wonders, to be sure. But I was ready for the next step.

I lifted her out of the tub and carried her into my house. The dog followed a little too close behind so I closed the door behind me. I carried her to the master bedroom and laid her down on my bed. I pulled out two super large terry towels and I began to dry her off using the towel to take me places only dreamed about.

She took the towel and pulled me onto the bed where she returned the favor. She was a better towel drier than I as she didn't miss a wet spot. When she got to my dick, she held it made a big production of drying my balls and my ass.

"Now, it's all dry but I'm going to make it wet again."

She leaned down and kissed it. She took the head into her mouth and began to lick around the helmet. Gingerly at first, she became more comfortable with it and caressed it. She spoke to it, murmuring and whispering little things in Spanish to it, between pulling it between her lips again. I knew that this could only last so long so I swiveled around and pulled her crotch into my face. I literally pulled her onto my nose and began to stroke and lick her by pulling her along my nose. She smelled wonderful but a little too much like the hot tub chlorine. After some serious licks, she began to flow and her musk was wonderfully dark and earthy, similar to a single malt scotch (but not as peaty, Thank God!).

She pulled off my cock and hugged my leg as she focused on her own pleasure. I had engulfed her pussy and I traced her slit from the tip to her anus and back. Approaching her clit, I ran circles around it which made her buck and groan. She was dripping juice all over me and the scent was delirious. I ran my tongue along my path again and back around her clit. I placed two fingers into her hole and slowly moved north until I located her g-spot. With just the tips of my fingers, I gently pressed on it as my lips pulled on her clit. She set off her orgasm and it was truly of the fireworks variation. She began to squirt her juice onto my forehead so I moved my mouth over her hole and began to receive little jets of girl cum on my palate. It didn't have so much taste as odor, or rather aroma. It was delicious but not in comparison to the experience of her orgasm and the calming down wrapped around my leg. We lay like this for about fifteen minutes until her breathing returned to normal. My dick was sandwiched between her breasts and it seemed to be quite happy to be soaked in her cleavage sweat.

Jay turned to me and looked at me in a way I had not seen before. It was soft and sensual, like a satisfied animal.

"I have never experienced an orgasm like that. I have never felt so good. Not with my hands, not with my vibrator, never. That was amazing."

"Thank you but that's just the first. Just wait."

"Promise? But now, I return the favor."

She wiggled her breasts around my cock as she slid back on me. Positioning against my nose again, my tongue took one more lick as she pulled off and moved to the side. Taking my dick in one hand, she began to caress my scrotum.

"You must tell me when you are going to cum. I want to watch you cum."

She began to lick my cock, my balls and my taint. She licked around my ass and ran circles with her fingertip around the hole. She took a testicle into her mouth and licked around it. She traced the vein along my shaft to the head and took it into her mouth, all the while pumping it with her hand.

I was in some state by this time and it wasn't long before I felt my cum boiling up and traveling up and along towards freedom.

"I'm gonna cum...soon..soon...yes...don't stop."

She sucked on the head and increased her pumping.

"Here it comes."

She pulled off and aimed it toward her chest. Two strong bursts splashed against her tits. She cooed as it happened. A moment later, another shot hit her on the chin and she giggled. Now, my white cream cocktail was spilling over her fist. She leaned in and began to lick me clean. As I began to shrink, she took it all into her mouth in suck a loving and enjoyable way.

She turned and slid next to me, still adorned with my cum now shared against my chest. She wiped the cum off her finger and licked it off with an impish grin. I held her close and we kissed. As we kissed, we grasped each other so closely, we moved as one. She whispered and murmured in my ear.

"I have never enjoyed sex so much. That was wonderful. I feel released. Never before..."

"Sssh. You feel so good against me. That was wonderful. You are such a sensual woman, I can't believe that you have never enjoyed sex before. You are wonderful and her head seems so well screwed on."

"No. Sex has always been for the man's pleasure and not mine. I was just something to use. I never felt...worth, I think that is the word...do you understand It hurts me to talk about it?"

"I think I understand and you don't have to talk about it. But, let me ask you, what about by yourself or with your toys...or perhaps with another woman? Don't you enjoy that?"

"No. Not really. I always felt a little dirty about my toys, like it is my dirty secret. You know, growing up in Colombia and the church...you understand? I mean, it feels good when I do it and I have orgasms but not like this...not like now. And I once had sex with a woman and I felt ashamed afterwards. She really used me and it wasn't so good for me. No, I like a penis. I like your penis. I am wary of penises but I am not afraid of yours. I like your penis."

She ran her palm along my cock which was resting against my belly and stirring back to life.

"Mmmm. Yes. I like your penis."

"See? I told you, you would. It's your friend...and if you keep that up, you see how much he likes you...again."

I rubbed her breasts in my palm and felt her nipples become aroused. I gently pulled at them and pinched at them and felt her lean into me as we lay side to side. My cock was back to full staff and I felt her rubbing her hips into me, sort of like her sashay walk. I ran my fingers down her ribs and around her navel. I slowly scratched my way down to her hairline and I scratched that, ever so gently but with a tug. I cupped her pussy in my hand and felt moist heat. She pushed into me again and I separated her lips and pulled them up around her clit. She shuddered and we kissed. I rubbed some circles around her clit and felt it pulse.

I rolled her over and gently slid my cock into her. On my elbows and looking into her eyes, I ever so slowly rocked into and out of her. I pulled all the way out and felt her rise up with me. I plunged back in and slowly made my way up as she sucked me in. We did this a few times and each time, I seemed to plunge deeper than I had before. She moaned.

"Am I hurting you?"

She whispered, "No, no, no...It feels so good. Don't stop. It hurts good."

"You are so tight. I'll go slowly. You set the pace."

"But don't cum in me. I'm afraid."

"Okay, I won't. Don't worry. I had a vasectomy anyway and I have no sperm. You can't get pregnant."

"Oooh, that is so interesting. Did it hurt?"

This conversation was in whispers as we lay side to side again and I continued to slowly slide in and out. I placed a hand on her butt and let me push and pull me. We were making love very slowly and becoming more intimate with each thrust.

"No, it didn't hurt. I had good drugs. And I figured that as much as I love sex...and I'd had enough children...then why not. I did it for moments like this. I didn't know it then but maybe I did it for you."

Pushing me onto my back and rolling on top, she giggled. She brought her head down and kissed me as I fondled her breasts. She was in a semi squat and was riding me. Her pace was a bit faster than mine and so I slowed her. I pulled her up from her arm pits so now she was sitting on me. I ran my hands along her breasts and along her hips. I stuck a finger onto her clit and she jumped a little. I took her left hand and placed it on her mound. At first she pulled away, but I took her hand and placed her fingers in my mouth before placing her hand back onto herself. Now, she began to move it slowly in circles while I placed my hands onto her butt and I started to rock. We rocked back and forth in this position and it became a romp. Both of us grinning like fools, we rolled around the bed until I had her pinned under me with her legs wrapped around my thighs. This high angle made for some deep penetration.

We were now in what I call, "full fuck". Her fingers drummed on her clit. Her fingers pinched my nipples. Her fingers went back to her clit. She fed me damp fingers. She began to frig herself quickly as I pumped harder, deeper and faster. I felt that ol' boil again.

Jay began to cum with deep animal grunts. Bucking and shuddering, she pulled me in.

"Cum. Cum in me. I want to feel it. I want it. Ay!"

She was flooding my cock again and I could feel her all over me. That did it for me. I began to shoot and spray her insides with my Cum-Lite as she yelped and shook. It was a powerful simultaneous orgasm that shook us both. We pumped into each other. We grasped and glued our chests together as our hips bumped and slowed down. I felt her vagina grasp my cock and I sighed. I felt blissful and I know she did, too.

We lay together and slept for an hour. When I awoke, we were still entwined. My cock had shrunk and now our loins were covered in cum. I slowly moved down the bed until I reached her snatch again and I began to lick it and clean it. Her scent and our combined taste was a treat. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide. I began to take my job seriously but she stopped me.

"I have to pee. Come on, let's take a shower."

What a great idea! I went into the bathroom and started up the shower. She got in and I followed her. As she stood under the water, I pulled her close and began to soap her back. She pulled my leg between her thighs and rubbed herself against me. I began to feel her warm pee run down my leg. 

"I'm sorry. I really had to pee."

"Actually, I liked it. I felt good. And it was such an intimate act..."

"Do it to me. Let me feel it."

She turned my cock downward and I began to pee on her thighs. She held my cock and directed the stream on her legs.

"I always wanted to feel how a man pees. It always fascinated me."

The smell of urine washed down the tub as we soaped each other. I got on my knees and soaped her ass running my finger into her ass. I replaced my finger with my tongue and started to worship her anus. She loved that.

"Enough! Fuck me. Can you make me cum again like that?"

"Honestly, Jay, that was about as good as it gets. We just had the most fabulous sex."

"Yes but you make me drunk. Do me again."

I turned off the water and lifted her up. She slid onto my dick and wrapped her feet around my hips. I pushed her against the tiled wall and started to fuck-dance, dance-fuck, like that. I open the shower door and holding her in this position began to walk-hop-bounce around the bathroom. She was encouraging me and moaning in a multi-lingual babel. I danced us into the bedroom and dropped her onto her back at the edge of the bed. Sawing in and out, I was cumming again.

"No. No, wait!"

I pulled out and was panting hard. I was that close. She spun around and took my cock into her mouth, sucking me deeply. It only took a moment before I felt the surge again and I emptied my load into her mouth. She took it all and swallowed it down.

"Not bad. I like!"

She pulled off me and pulled my lips to hers. We shared what was left of my cum and she was very, very hot.

I flipped her back and crawled between her legs. I placed my fingers up to her spot while I sucked on her clit and frigged just above there with my other hand. Her hands pushed my head against her and the bucking started. In no time, she was squirting into my mouth again. I jumped up and pulled her lips to mine as we shared her earthy cocktail.

"Not bad," I said, "I like!"

"And I'm hungry from all this. What have you got?"

"Well, you know what I got. You got it good."

I got two flimsy robes and we moved to the kitchen. I pulled out a bowl of red beans I had been soaking overnight. Together, we created a late afternoon meal of Red Beans and Rice (her recipe, my interference),Voodoo Chicken (vice verse), corn bread, red wine and finally, chilled pears. It was delicious and like we threw ourselves a party. Jay was wonderful company and we got along so well. Yet, we were incorrigible. I leaned her over a chair and fucked her from behind. She dipped my dick into her wine and blew me. I poured pear nectar onto her pussy and drink it up. As I said, it was a great meal.

We dressed to go to the garage to pick up her car. I picked up her thong bikini and put it to my nose.

"No, you can't have that. I will give you another."

At the garage, we said our goodbyes and promised to see each other at the pharmacy the next day.

Our affair ran hot for about four months until the restaurant opened. I went to Victoria's Secret and bought her ten thongs as a Good Luck gift (but the gift was mine as she modeled them for me). I contacted some friends to visit, to review and to hype the café. In reality, it didn't need much help because it took off like a rocket. Within days of the opening, there were lines waiting to get in. It stayed like that through the summer tourist season and into the fall. Jay was interviewed and profiled as an up-and-coming chef specializing in a unique Latino-French-American style featuring local and artisanal ingredients. And, as a bonus, her dishes were delicious.

I began to see a lot less of Jay. We would speak on the phone frequently and I would see her at the restaurant but our intimate moments were few and far between. Every few weeks, I would receive a mid-day call asking me if I was available for "a tub with a happy ending" and, of course, I always was. She would duck out of the kitchen early on a slow day and be in the tub holding a glass of cab within minutes. I felt like I was her pit crew. When she needed oil, a lube and a new set of tires, she would pull in. At least, it was a long pit stop. She often stayed the night.

During those moments, she was very soft and loving to me. Our sex was always of the five-star variety. We both understood that our affair could not last but for the time we shared, we treasured and relished. She would often whisper huge ego boosters to me. Things like how I was her teacher, how I taught her how to fuck, how to cum and how to be confident – now, who doesn't want to hear that in his ear. I would whisper to her that her chance had come and now she would come into her own, as the special person she was. We were there for each other and we were on the same side.

Our sex was truly uninhibited and based upon total trust. It was as though she was undiscovered territory we were Lewis & Clark. There were no orifices on either of our bodies that were not conquered, mapped and memorized.

I had begun to collect her thongs. Actually, she often left them there for me to sniff and enjoy. She danced around my place naked, carefree and very happy.

Her fame was increased after she appeared on several television cooking shows. She was much in demand but she always had time for me. I was her oasis. I helped her recharge for the next round. I so wanted her to make it.

It was mid-October and the tourist season was on the wane. I was dining in the café when Jay came bouncing out of the kitchen holding an email printout.

"They want me to run the kitchen of The Gramarcy Inn during the winter. They want me to move into the city on November 1! And...Martha wants to do an episode with me! How great is this?"

It was great and I let her know it but inside, I knew that our days were numbered. However, Scott, the Maitre D' and his young wife, Annie, who ran the office, were not as enthused. As business partners, they understood the instant fear of losing their draw. Jay picked up on it immediately.

"Now listen guys, I'm not leaving forever, and I'm just leaving for the off-season. You know, I have a piece of this place, too. This is my base of operations, too. What's so bad if I work this? Think of the business we'll do next summer. Should we look for a bigger place?"

Scott looked relieved, "You promise, Jay?"

"Yes, I promise, Scotty. You two have always been my friends and gave me my chance to pursue my dreams and I don't think we're done yet. So, yes, I promise."

"I have a suggestion," I offered. "Instead of being glum, we should be celebrating the success of our little Colombian gastronome. I think we should have a party."

Annie suddenly perked up, "Great idea! You're right. Stop being so glum, Scotty, let's drink to Jay!"

I offered different places to have the party when Jay interrupted.

"I have the perfect party. We go back to your place and hit the hot tub – all four of us. Let's get a little drunk and a little high and let's just relax..."

Scotty couldn't believe this offer, "Oh, Annie! Let's do it. You know how many years I've been waiting to see one of Jay's thongs up close and personal."

Jay shrieked in laughter. Annie acted indignant.

"And what's wrong with my thong?"

"Stop, stop. Listen, let's finish closing and meet at the house. You," Jay looked at me, "get everything ready!"

"Yes, ma'am. I have my orders." I bowed and like the best courtier, I took my leave.

All was ready when they arrived: the hot tub was bubbling, the wine was decanted, the candles placed around the tub and the doobies rolled. I placed some fresh towels and robes near the tub. The flickering candles gave the deck and the tub a soft glow. 

I had been curious to see Annie's large round breasts since the place opened. They always seemed to spill from her bra. Oh yes, I had looked closely. In fact, there were times when I tried to count the freckles on this young and healthy colleen. Tonight was the night.

They bounced into the house and went right for the kitchen. Jay and Annie doled out plates of appetizers they brought from the café as Scott served and I poured the wine. The mood had shifted from being a total bummer to exhilaration. There was a lot of laughter and silly repartee as we opened another bottle. Scott kept turning the conversation toward seeing the women naked and in the tub. Jay and Annie easily turned his comments into teasing. I was fairly quiet until Annie suggested that I was blasé about the whole thing.




The Thong



"Annie, you're wrong. While my relationship with Jay is nothing short of spectacular, I've been wondering if she will give me permission to count all your Irish freckles on your breasts."

"Oh, you'll never do that, " Scott interjected, I've been trying for years. Hell, she even has freckles on her butt!"

"You can waste your time counting them if you want, handsome, but I told Scotty once that if he lusted after me so much, I would get naked for him only if he kissed my ass in front of his wife. And I'm going to collect!"

They cleaned the kitchen in no time at all and, in just a few minutes, we were by the tub with our wine glasses and smoking a joint. The candles enhanced the romance of that moment.

"I don't know about you guys but I'm in," I said as I began to strip down. I pulled off my shirt, dropped my pants and walked into the tub.

Scotty followed but was considerably more modest.

"What are you hiding there, big boy? Show us!"

Scott turned around to the women and his 7", thin cock hung to the side, slightly curving. It was beginning to rise. He bowed and sat down to the sound of polite applause.

Annie looked at Jay and said, "Well, since you are my husband's main event, I will go next."

She slowing stripped to a Stan Getz number wafting from the iPod. When she was down to her skivvies, I was mighty impressed. She held her large round C cups as she peeled off her running tank top. She waltzed over to me and holding her breasts, exhibited the freckles in her cleavage.

"I have my work cut out, " I said.

Now, she stood in front of us and slowly released them. They were firm and proud. Jay made a little "I'm impressed" face and smiled. Annie put her thumbs on the sides of her pink bikini panties and slid out of them, exposing soft strawberry curls covering her puffy mound. We applauded as she stepped in and sat next to Scott. Her hands seemed to go right for his dick and she giggled.

"He's not the only one," I said as I stood up displaying a very hard Mr. Happy.

"Okay, okay. Calm down. It's my turn and I'll be right back, I have to pee."

Jay took off into the house. The three of us just drifted into the bubbles. I heard Jay change the song and she came back out. Stevie Wonder's "Ribbon In The Sky" filled the quiet air. All eyes were focused as Jay sashayed to the gentle beat and began to pull off her tee. Her lithe brown body swayed. Her breasts were held by a very small and thin brown bra that blended so well. I recognized it from one of my Victoria's Secret forays. She peeled off her jeans to reveal the matching thong. Damn, this woman was the finest kind. She moved over to Scott and kneeled down above his face. Slowly, she pulled the bra down and allowed his eyeballs to bulge out of his head as he stared at her pointy nipples. She smiled at him and waved a "no-no" finger at him. She then slowly rose so he could take in her thong-clad mound. She slowly turned around and shook her ass in his face. Then she walked over to me. Standing over my head, she pulled off the thong and dropped in onto me. It landed directly on my nose and I made a deep (and overly dramatic) inhale. Her scent was dizzying.

Jay stepped into the tub and walked toward Scott. You could literally hear that pin dropping as she turned around and stuck her ass in his face.

"Now, you can kiss my ass."

"Go ahead, hot shot, you've waited for this," Annie pushed his head forward.

Scott gave Jay a loud (and way too overly dramatic) smacker on each cheek. Annie smacked Jay's ass and she squealed. The applause was hearty as she swam over to me, sat on my lap facing me and began to kiss me. This was not the little girl I met in the pharmacy.

"Holy! You are so hard, Scott!, " said Annie with a surprising respect.

Scott stood up and his long, thin dick saluted. The foreskin covered most of the peeking head.

"Let me see that," Jay said as she dismounted and gazed at Scott's penis, "I've never seen that before, that foreskin. It's cute!"

Annie took hold of it and began to skin it back, all the time watching Jay's eyes. She turned to Scott and took him into her mouth. I moved over next to Jay as we watched Annie give her husband a blow job. Jay leaned into my lap and ran my cock along her ass. I held her into me and licked her nipples. Soon, Scott began to moan and jerk his hips. Annie pulled him out and began to stroke him briskly until a white string of cum shot from the head into Annie's mouth. Pumping it and bouncing his balls with her other hand, he shot globs into Annie's mouth until she engulfed the head and began to swallow. As he began to relax, Annie pulled it from her mouth and licked the cock clean.

My dick had slipped into Jay's snatch during the show and now we were bouncing hard. I got up lifting Jay with me and sat down on the edge. We began to bounce harder. Jay grunted when I flexed my hips and pushed in further. With her on my lap, I snaked my fingers around her clit and she ban to cum, flopping up and down, grunting and heaving, her eyes closed and her head back towards the sky. The scent of her pussy musk hung heavy in the quiet air. Scott and Annie were transfixed on the scene. I knew he was frigging her in the water.

"Yes...yes...," Jay began to mumble and I knew her orgasm was approaching. I felt the first gush envelop me and drip down. I lifted her hips into a slight squat so our guests could witness the spectacle. Jay pushed my fingers away and began to frig herself quickly with her fingertips. Jets of pussy cum began to shoot from her onto me. I held her ass cheeks apart and held her up while she came. Her nipples her hard and staring right at Scott. Finally, she collapsed back onto me and I held her until her breathing returned.

We played like this for a couple of hours. We never engaged in sex with the other couple only in front of each other, which was certainly thrilling. After they left, Jay and I gobbled each other like there was neither tomorrow...nor the day after that.

Jay moved into the city and became an instant overnight sensation at The Gramercy. She appeared on all the morning TV shows and she snagged a cookbook contract. Articles appeared about her in all the right magazines. Since her style was soft and sensual, the press loved her. And, while I knew our relationship had entered its twilight, I stood on the sidelines and cheered.

On my trips into the city, I always made sure she cooked me dinner. Sometimes, I took associates to the restaurant and sometimes I'd meet up with my kids there. I'd spend the night with Jay and head back to the Hamptons the next day. Our nights together were glorious and tender, sharing our souls as we intimately shared our bodies. After several months of this, one night Jay whispered into my ear as we were drifting off to sleep in each other's arms.

"You know how much I love you, don't you? You are my teacher. You set me free. I love you now and I will always love you, whatever happens. Before you, I never knew I had worth. Before you, men abused me, even my father. Before you, sex was something I feared because I always thought it would hurt me, like the others had before you. But you taught me love and confidence. I never felt sexy before you and now I know I am. It even makes my cooking better."

"Jay, will you marry me?"

"Maybe, my darling, but not now. Now I want to run with this. I can't settle down now. I have to see this through. Do you understand? Please understand."

"Yes, of course I understand. In fact, while I would marry you in a heartbeat, I could not stand in your way. Everything you have ever done in your life has brought you to this moment and it is for you alone to revel in it and take it where it takes you. I will love you forever and I will always be there for you forever. I am on your side."

We kissed so deeply and so soulfully that for some moments, it felt that we had truly become one. I began to caress her as though we had one skin. We kissed each other in places we had not found before. When I entered her, we were so tightly entwined that all our fucking motions were internal. The slight friction and squeeze-and-release soon had us panting and groaning between the kisses. We came together, which seemed to be our habit. We slept that way, too.

Although we talked on the phone frequently and passed emails daily, being together was our best way to communicate. On my next trip into the city, Jay told me of new developments. Whereas some people share news over a dining room table, Jay liked to share news after sex. On this particular occasion, she had just ridden my face to a soaking conclusion. She proceeded to lick her juices off my face as she told me the news.

"I'm coming back to East Hampton in two months and I will move in with you, if you will let me. I will stay there until I can rent my own place. It's okay? Please say yes. But I'm going to be flying in and out all summer because I've been asked to cook at a very chic restaurant in San Francisco. Also, my editor is there and she and I will be working on the cookbook. I also have some appearances in Los Angeles and New Orleans, so I will be muy busy, si? In between all that, I'll be working the café and training the staff on my recipes. Annie tells me that she is so much flooded with reservations already that the weekends are almost all sold out Isn't that something?"

"Jay, we take it one day at a time. You know where I will be."

The spring finally came and for a few weeks, we existed in our idyll. I had pretty much left my business in the hands of my employees and so I spent every moment with her. We never fought, we never argued, we never went to bed angry. It was to be our last time together like this. I think we both knew it and so we treated our time as special.

Right after she left for her first trip west, my mother took ill in Florida. She lingered for nearly six months until she passed. I spent a lot of time with my siblings at her side. When she finally passed, it was a blessing for her but I missed my little Jay.

When I returned to East Hampton, Jay was off on anther jaunt. As luck would have it, I was asked to speak at a conference in Palo Alto and Jay and I made plans to see each other.

Our reunion was warm but I knew things had changed. She showed me her new world and her new friends. It seemed that she was creating a place for herself out here. Her trips back to the café were becoming less frequent but the place seemed to run on auto-pilot now anyway. She introduced me to her circle and especially a tall, handsome sou-chef named Randall. I could tell that he was sweet on her and the feelings were mutual. This guy was better for her than I was, he could give her a family and he was of an age where they could grow old together whereas my time...well, you know. I also understood that our relationship had changed since we never spent our nights together. She complained that her schedule wouldn't allow it, but I sensed a level of discomfort.

Our phone conversations and emails grew less frequent. I started dating an old girlfriend/fuck-buddy again but my mind was not really there. My life plodded along but I could not stand in the way of Jay's career nor her happiness. About a year later, I received a letter inviting me to her wedding with Randall to be held in the Napa. She asked if I would give her away. As ironic was that gesture was, of course, I would be there.

The wedding was a lovely affair and Jay looked radiant. There were plenty of celebrities in attendance and paparazzi outside the ranch. Just before the wedding commenced, Jay pulled me into the Bride's room and pushed all her friends out.

"Do I look good? Are you happy for me or are you sad? Is my veil on right? Please tell me you're happy...it's important for me to hear it...," her words tumbled out rapidly and nervously, "you know how much I love you...I love you so."

"Sssh, baby. I'm happy for you. Always. I will give you away to a man who will love you like I and who will be your friend and partner. And, if he isn't, I'll beat the shit out of him."

She laughed and cried and fixed her makeup. She said she had a special gift for me. Reaching into her suitcase, she pulled out a small Ziploc bag containing a thong. It was obvious that the thong was still damp. I opened the bag and inhaled the most delicious scent. I carefully zipped it up and put it in my pocket. A knock on the door told us it was time.

We just smiled at each other as I led her down the aisle to her Randall. He looked at her in much the same way I did and I knew he loved her deeply and would make a good mate for her. I felt settled inside.

During the party afterwards, several of Jay's associates were all over me, telling me all about how Jay talked about me. My dance card was filled and I'm sure I could have scored any one of them but I chose instead to watch from afar.

Toward the end of the evening, Randall came over to me and asked me to step outside with him. We stood on a deck overlooking the vineyards as he pulled a cigar and a joint from his pocket. I lit both.

"I just want to thank you for all you've done for my wife. She loves you very much and I know you love her, too. How can you not love her? She is the very best thing that has ever happened to me and I want you to know that I will take good care of her and I will always treat her well. I am blessed."

"This is good to hear, Randall, because, you know, if you ever hurt her, I will hunt you down. She is a rare and special person that we need to nurture and to protect. Now, make beautiful babies."

"Oh we will! Jay has taught me well all those lessons you taught her. Before Jay, sex was the end of a date for me but since Jay, sex is pure pleasure and I have you to thank for that."

Back at the hotel, Scott and Annie found me alone and quiet. They were good friends to me that night and on the flight back.

Jay and Randall have made two beautiful babies. Jay's cookbook is in its fourth printing. They own pieces of restaurants in six cities. I see her on TV now and then. Recently, she was featured in Vanity Fair. They are doing very well as a team. And although I fill the role of Grandpa these days, I can escape back to our time any time I want. All I have to do is take the ziploc bag from my desk drawer, unzip it and inhale.

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The Thorns



The night closed in and so did the forest, dark green and glistening with the dew that had not dried from that morning. Telendra's travelling robes clung to her, weighing her down.

It felt like she had not stopped since fleeing through the southern gate of Brazen Keep. Through the fortress town's northern gate had flooded the army of the Penitents, chanting the praises of the gods of death. Telendra's last sight of the city had been of the Cerulean Spire burning and soldiers fighting with madmen on the battlements. How many others had made it into the Sorrowsong Forest? The sprawling woods could have swallowed the whole population of Brazen Keep a hundred times over. She could not rely on meeting a fellow refugee down there beneath the dark boughs. She was alone.

The trees were covered in thorny vines. Everywhere, there were thorns. They were underfoot, slowly shredding the sandals better suited to padding across the Temple of Neios. They left nowhere to sit or lie, nowhere for Telendra to rest and set down the bundle of relics wrapped in a tapestry torn from the temple wall. 

Telendra heard a river's waters rushing, deep and gurgling. She heard birds whooping and shrieking at the fall of night. Wind rustled. Sometimes, Telendra thought she saw eyes glinting in the deepest shadows.

Light gleamed ahead of her, beads of moonlight on the wet leaves. She pushed onwards and the branches parted in front of her.

Telendra had come upon a clearing in the wood, with grass underfoot instead of roots and tangled vines. A full moon shone down on the standing stones that loomed over the clearing. They were black and ancient, forming a circle. A couple of pairs of menhirs still had their lintels to form archways. Other blocks, like altars, lay on their sides where they had fallen, half-sunk into the earth.

At last, a place to rest. She sat down and put the relic bundle beside her, leaning against one of the stones. Her legs ached and her arms were heavy. She closed her eyes, and night fell inside.

*** 

It was not dawn's light that woke her, or the morning sun's warmth. It was some instinct, buried deep, that wailed inside her when confronted with the unknown.

Telendra's eyes snapped open. She blinked in the morning light that glittered off the time-smoothed stones and the edges of the leaves overhead. 

The silhouette in front of her was not of a standing stone, or one of the ancient trees that grew here in the heart of the Sorrowsong. It was a centaur.

Telendra had heard tales of them and seen them in fanciful tapestries and illustrations. She had thought they were crude and simple things, beasts given the veneer of a man. She had been wrong. The creature standing before her was, from the waist up, a cord-muscled man with shaggy red-brown hair down to his shoulders, skin the colour of beaten bronze, and the eyes of a predator. Black tattoos spiralled around his chest and arms, swirling designs without reason. Braids hung in his hair and in one hand he held a spear tipped with a leaf-shaped shard of stone. He had a solid jaw, proud nose and a mouth curled into a sneer that made Telendra feel like the intruder into his lands that she undoubtedly was.

From the waist down he was a magnificent stallion, jet black, with white streaks of warpaint across his glossy black hide. His tail, like his hair, hung with braids. 

Telendra couldn't speak. The sight of him struck her dumb. She had never seen anything so powerful, so savage, all coiled up in a half-human shape.

'I am Kirkos of the Thornwinder Hunt,' said the centaur in a voice as deep as thunder. 'Who violates this sacred place?'

Telendra fought to find the words. 'I am a priestess,' she stammered. 'Of the Temple of Neios.'

'Neios?' demanded Kirkos.

'The God of Kings,' said Telendra. 'The Winged One. The Sceptre and the Crown...'

'There are no gods in these forests save the lords of the hunt!' retorted Kirkos. He advanced on her, spear in hand. Telendra pressed herself against the stone behind her.

He smelled of damp leaves and freshly-turned earth, a smell of nature and primal power. The strength seemed to roll off him in waves, the powerful build of his chest and arms, the glossy black flanks of his equine form. Those hind legs could kick through a wall, and the front hooves could crush a man into the earth. Telendra shivered at the sight of him standing over her.

'Please,' she said. 'I have fled from Brazen Keep. I am lost and alone. Have mercy.'

Kirkos stabbed the butt of his spear into the ground. 'No four-limbed wretch has seen these stones in a century,' he said. He glowered still, but the fatal anger had died down from his voice. 'And the last to look upon them was spitted at the forest's edge.'

'I had nowhere else to go. I had to rest.'

'And now? Will you be gone from this place? No, you will see what darkness lies in this forest's heart and return here, to shelter among that which is holy to another. Outsiders would bleed us dry if the Wild Hunt did not ride them down and hang their heads from the trees! Why should treat you any different?'

'I mean you no harm! Look, I am a priestess. See?' Telendra opened up the relic bag. Holy objects spilled out onto the grass. The Book of Thangrel, bound in golden shards from the armour of Neios' own champion. The hands of Saint Urtelen, perfectly preserved by the Crown God's grace. Implements of Neios' rituals, gilded and studded with emeralds. 'Is not a holy woman protected even here? The gods decreed that their messengers shall be inviolate.'

'Ha! Your gods! No winged lord ever handed us a kingdom.'

'But the higher laws are the higher laws.'

Kirkos knelt down, getting a better look at Telendra. She shrank away from him instinctively, as if he was a predator baring fangs. 'You are a long way from the temples where your laws hold sway.'

'But you will not hurt me?'

'That remains,' said Kirkos, 'to be seen.' Now he was closer Telendra could see old scars on his arms, hands worn tight and taut by warfare. For a moment she imagined the stories written across his skin, in the deep grey of his eyes. 

'Your gods,' she said. 'Tell me of them.'

'The wild hunt?' Kirkos smiled. 'Warriors and killers! Skinners of prey! The autumn and the winter hunt side by side, the Red Mare and Lord Frost! Then the spring, King Dawn, and his lady Queen Thornfire, blaze through the forests their hoofprints aflame!' Kirkos's gaze had drifted away as he spoke. He looked at Telendra now, peering at her as if he had never seen a human before. Perhaps, thought Telendra, he hadn't.

'What of your god?' he said.

'Neios is the crowner of kings. The powerful pray to him. He builds the walls that keep our cities safe from the wilds. He shields us from evil.'

'Who rides with him?'

'No one. Neios is alone.'

Kirkos laughed. 'No god worthy of the name goes alone! How can holy fire blaze without a goddess on his arm? If your god knows no woman, how can he know anything?'

Telendra blushed and looked at the ground. The idea of the chaste Neios, the winged sentinel, cavorting with a flame-haired forest goddess was heretical. She might be flogged in the stocks for suggesting such a thing in the temple. Except the temple, of course, no longer existed. The invaders at Brazen Keep had burned it to the ground.

'That is not the way... our gods work,' said Telendra.

Telendra looked up again. Kirkos was regarding her with less hostility now, more as a child might look at a strange insect. He stood up to his full height and for a moment Telendra saw the dark shape between his powerful rear thighs, that velvety length that dwarfed any man's. She let out a tiny gasp in spite of herself. Kirkos wheeled around and it was with disappointment that she saw his mighty flanks hiding that his maleness from her. 

She tried to push it from her mind. It was not right for her to think of such a thing. Imagine how the church's confessors would scold her for such thoughts!

But the confessors were dead or fleeing. And the thought forced its way into her mind, much as she tried to bar the doors to it.

What would it feel like inside her?

'This place is forbidden to you,' Kirkos was saying. 'You must leave.'

'I will die out there,' said Telendra.

'Then you will die.'

'There must be some... some way.'

'Why?' said Kirkos, raising an eyebrow.

Telendra fought for words. Her mind was a muddle, and she had to push the sight of Kirkos' equine member to the back of her mind. 'Because, well, because all gods are brothers. Yours and mine, they are part of the same divine realm. And... that makes us, well, fellow souls.'

'I do not understand. And my spear has not tasted blood in a long while.'

Telendra felt panic rising. 'No, no, you see, if your autumn and winter can become... become lovers, then cannot anyone?'

'Lovers?'

Telendra cursed herself for using the word. Why not brethren? Why not kindred spirits, soulmates? But part of her had selected it very deliberately.

'Yes. Lovers.'

Kirkos turned back around, pawing at the ground. He looked Telendra up and down. Did he see what lay beneath her robes, that young pale body, full hips and breasts? Did he imagine that, as many men must have imagined before, their gaze deflected by Telendra's aura of holiness?

She lay back against the standing stone, commanding her body to relax. One knee fell to the side, giving the suggestion of the cleft between her thighs under the heavy fabric of her robes. 'There must be a way.'

She saw, with a sinful thrill, the organ hanging between his thighs. It was unfolding, lengthening, to something approaching its full magnificent size. She knew she was staring, but she had to catch another glimpse of him. The knowledge that she was making it happen, that it was the promise of her body that aroused him, sent a wave of trembling heat running through her stomach.

'If our gods can come together,' Telendra said, barely conscious of her own words, 'then how can my presence here by unholy?'

Kirkos took two steps towards her, his member swinging like the ram of some fleshy siege engine. With sudden strength he grabbed her shoulders and hauled her to her feet. The muscles of his chest flexed as he took handfuls of her robes and tore it apart. The thick material, embroidered with the silver wings of Neios, split down the middle and the morning air touched Telendra's naked shoulders and arms. Her undershirt was thinner and through it her nipples stood proud. Kirkos looked at them like an eagle looks at its prey, with hunger and determination in his eyes. Then he tore her undershirt away, too.

Telendra's breasts were naked to the sun which had so rarely touched them. Her skin was milky, her nipples dark like her hair and eyes. Telendra gasped at the roughness of Kirkos' palm as he cupped one of them and she was suddenly more afraid of him than ever. What could he do to her? What would this savage, this animal, leave of her when he was done?

But she wanted him. The fear was a part of that. With her church fallen and her god far away, there was nothing more in all the kingdoms of the world than to have this brutal centaur touching the places she had always kept hidden.

Kirkos grabbed her by the waist and picked her off the ground, effortlessly. He held her close, his face to her breasts. She clasped the back of his head and her breathing quickened as she felt the warm wetness of his tongue on her skin. He was kissing her breasts, tasting them, burying himself in her softness and warmth as she wanted to bury herself in him.

Kirkos lowered Telendra, and she kissed him. His lips were rough and wet, his breath hot. Her toes barely touched the ground -- he held her so close she could barely draw breath. Kirkos knelt and tore away what remained of Telendra's robe, casting it onto the grass. The torn remnants of her underclothes hung in tatters around her waist. Kirkos tore them away, too, and the morning air touched her naked thighs and the dark thatch of hair between them.

Telendra had never been so vulnerable as in that moment, naked in front of this savage. She could almost feel his gaze moving over her, skin prickling as he looked over her belly and thighs, her sex, the curve of her rump. Even kneeling down on his front legs Kirkos was as tall as she was, and for a moment she met his eyes.

The vulnerability thrilled her. She could be torn apart, left in this clearing as a sacrifice to the gods of the hunt. Kirkos planted a hand on her flank and pushed her back down to the ground. He took a step forward and knelt over her, his human torso over hers, the glossy blackness and muscle of his equine half straddling her. Kirkos kissed her lips, her throat, the cleft between her breasts. His lips touched her stomach and she quivered. He kissed the top of her thigh and, without willing it, her thighs parted slightly and she felt the dew of the grass on her most secret place. Kirkos spread her legs further, his strong hands irresistible. He lowered himself down until his lips could touch the delicate petals of her sex, and she gasped as the felt his tongue on her.

Kirkos had lain on his side to reach Telendra's sex. Telendra could see his organ, fully swollen now, a magnificent velvet black rod lolling between his rear legs. Her attention was torn away by the warmth fluttering in her sex. Her body was yearning for Kirkos' tongue, her thighs rising and falling in time with his probing. He lapped at the lips of her sex, pushing between them to where her own wetness mingled with his. Then his tongue travelled upwards, flickering at the tiny sensitive nub that she had sometimes stroked when, in the night, her wants had overcome her decorum. It felt so different to have another there, every subtle movement unexpected. The waves of tight warmth washed through her body to a rhythm that was not her own.

She moaned, not realising her mouth was open and her throat singing. She felt the tide growing in her that would crash over into a delirious wave of pleasure. She feared what it would do to her, the power it would bring. She pushed up onto her elbows and pulled herself away from Kirkos' attentions. Then, as if someone else was moving her limbs for her, she crawled around to the fount of Kirkos' maleness and her hand was wrapped around his velvet shaft. The loose sheath of skin around it slid back under her touch, revealing the glistening organ underneath.

He smelled of salt and spice, of the warpaint and the wild hunt itself. A barbaric, passionate scent that only amplified her fascination with the hot, almost scalding length in her hands. Telendra slid the skin up and down, echoing with a thrill of her own pleasure the way Kirkos' flanks shuddered as she worked him. Another instinct pulled at her, this time forcing her head down. She wanted him in her mouth.

Telendra's lips closed around the head of his organ. She heard him sigh as the warmth of her mouth enclosed him. She tasted salt on her tongue, and wondered if it was the same deep, passionate taste that he had found in her sex. The wantonness of it, the shocking sight that anyone entering that clearing must have seen, stoked her fires further. She kept working him, both hands around his shaft, her heart fluttering every time those mighty lungs heaved and he gasped.

Telendra felt Kirkos' body tense. He was close to release. He pulled her head back and he slipped out of her mouth, wet and hard.

'On your knees,' he breathed.

Telendra got onto her hands and knees. Kirkos pushed down in the small of her back and she lowered her chest down to the ground so the dewy grass brushed her nipples. Her rump was in the air, thighs and buttocks spread. She felt Kirkos' shadow passing over her and a hoof planted itself each side of her head. Kirkos kneeled and leaned forwards, a hand tangling its fingers in her hair.

Telendra felt the tip of Kirkos' organ touch her sex. It was hot, and she recoiled from it slightly, suddenly afraid of what it might do. No -- she was not afraid of him. She was afraid of herself, of what she might do, what she might become, if he pushed her past that edge of pleasure she could feel close by. But she couldn't have stopped it if she had wanted to. She was drunk on Kirkos' presence now, her head a thick whirl of sensation through which logical thoughts could not break.

Kirkos entered her, pushing deeper. Her eased her open and slid inside, the walls of Telendra's sex tightening around him. He filled her up so completely she couldn't imagine him entering any further, but then he forced himself in deeper and Telendra's breath came in short dizzying gasps as her body let him in like a traitor opening the gates.

Kirkos slid out again, until Telendra's body was sucking at his tip. Then he thrust, in and out, relentless. The hand in her hair tightened. Telendra was moving with him now, bucking her hips up to meet him and then swinging down almost prone on the grass to let the full length of him push into her. Kirkos sped up and Telendra's breathing matched his own, groans escaping from him as he, too, passed the point where he had any control left.

That precipice was approaching. Telendra was still afraid. It yawned beneath her, drawing her in, and just as a voice inside her told her to turn back she was falling. 

The clearing rushed past her. The standing stones tumbled end over end. Telendra threw her head back and moaned like an animal, but she was aware of none of that. There was only the hot pleasure rushing through her, torrents of it flooding out from her sex through her belly and suffusing her whole body. It seemed an age that she fell there, the world whirling, her body breaking free of her control and blossoming with pleasure as if she had broken into a million fragments all bursting into flower.

The waves subsided and the world shuddered back into focus, suddenly sharper and drenched in colour. Strands of Telendra's hair clung to her face, wet with sweat, and her mouth was dry for she had been moaning out loud without realising it. 

Kirkos sped up again suddenly, a dozen final thrusts as he pulled her head back and arched her back like a cat. He growled and Telendra felt his seed flooding her. He was bucking like an animal, threatening to gallop away with the force of it. He overflowed her, his hot thick tribute spilling down her thighs as the last of his passion pulsed away.

Kirkos withdrew from her and lay down beside her. Telendra was suddenly weak without Kirkos straddling her, as if he had been supporting her and without him there was nothing to keep her on her hands and knees. Telendra flopped to the grass beside Kirkos, and her put his arms around her. He held her close, his sweat mingling with hers. She kissed him again and it felt as if they were not two creatures but one. The heaving of his equine body as he breathed was like the sighing of an ocean. 

For a long time they lay there as the sun climbed higher over them and the dew dried, leaving the clearing warm and soporific.

Telendra fell asleep for a while. She awoke, surrounded by scattered relics of the Winged God and the muscular form of Kirkos wrapped around her. She felt gladness flushing her as she realised that she had not been dreaming.

Kirkos kissed her behind the ear.

'You may stay,' he whispered.



The Thought



It all started with a thought. One thought. Three weeks ago. When my girlfriend, who, let's face it, was never very good at blow jobs, was actually giving me one. It started with me looking down at her and thinking, 'you know, I bet someone with a dick would probably know how to totally rock at this'.

WHA-HA-AT?

That's how it started.

The thought that maybe, a man, someone who had a cock, might understand his way around a cock. One thought, and then the rest of the thought. There's nothing I love more than a good blow job. And the rest, rest, of the thought. With your eyes closed a mouth feels like a mouth, right? 

All of which led to a sickening obsession that I just needed to know, needed to find out, needed to understand, which led to the total formation of the thought, could a guy blow me better than a chick?

And the sick thing, the unfortunate thing, the hot thing, was, even though I was totally straight, I knew I wasn't going to let go of this thought until I found out.

Aaaaannnnd, it led to the obsession. Yeah. Led to the absolute obsession; the one that had been on my mind, for every single minute, every second, every friggin' millisecond. 

It turned in to... the thought. From a random thought, to the thought, to THE THOUGHT. From a random wisp of a dandelion puff blowing on the wind to a fucking monsoon pounding on my brain. 

Tsunami, tornado, and blender on shredder-pulverize-setting my brain - twenty-four seven, for the last three weeks. 

You know, the thought. Like I could maybe, actually find out the answer to this question. Because... my best friend is gay.

Michael is gay.

We've never talked about it. We never needed to. Just like we never talked about my being straight. I met Michael the first day in college and we've been best friends ever since. Twenty years later we're still best friends.

He's not a flaming kind of gay. He's not a feminine kind of gay. He's not an 'I'm over compensating by being hugely macho kind of gay'. He's 'I'm just a normal kind of guy' kind of gay. I've always known he was gay. He's always known I was straight. End of story.

As soon as I had THE THOUGHT I broke up with my girlfriend. 

I didn't think I would actually act on THE THOUGHT at first. But then, after a few days I knew I would. And it was obvious who I would act on it with.

The more time that went on, the more...ah...aggressive I got about it. Like I wanted to force him. Make him. Throw him against a wall and... well you get the picture.

Of course he has no idea.

Hardly fair, is it.

But that doesn't change my thinking, either.

So finally, yesterday, I called him.

And when he asked me what was wrong, I simply said I really needed him to come down to see me.

That brings us to today. He lives about an hour and a half north of me. In a few minutes, he'll be here. 

I took a long shower. Shaved my perpetual five o'clock shadow. Put on my best black T-shirt and favorite faded jeans and combat boots. I thought about cologne and nixed that idea as stupid. Paced and nixed that as stupid. I thought about doing some push-ups to relieve tension. I also nixed that idea as stupid.

Michael and I had been friends for twenty years. He was a physician's assistant for God's sake. It wasn't like he was going to freak out over biology. He might freak out over it coming from me though.

There it was; the knock on my door.

Shit.

I opened the door and we did the man hug shoulder bump thing and the back pat.

"Brad, hey," he said with a big smile. Then he got a look at my face and his tone changed. "What's wrong?"

I gestured with my head for him to come in. "Time for some brewskies, for sure, my man," I said.

"Okaaay," Michael said.

"Eh, fuck that, let's have some gin and tonics, heavy on the gin," I said.

"You're massively wound up Brad," Michael said. "That's not like you. What's up?"

I poured us our drinks. I downed mine. "Knock yours back," I said.

He did.

My expression must have been grim.

"You're worrying me Brad."

I took our glasses and set them down. 

"Okay, you trust me man, right?" I said.

"Ah, yeah," Michael said.

"Okay, brace yourself," I said.

He could tell I meant physically so he got into a fighting stance.

Now Michael's no light weight. Like most gay guys he spends a lot of time in the gym. He's in great shape, but he's all lean muscle. I outweigh him by at least 25 - 30 pounds. I don't go to the gym, ever. I'm in construction. I spend my days heavy lifting and my nights cage fighting.

I grabbed him by the shoulder spun him around and threw him up against the wall. His arms splayed up and out and his face mashed sideways into the wall.

"What the fuck?" Michael said. I could tell he was wondering if I was pissed at him for something he might have done.

I pressed into him; pinned him there with my body, fitting every curve of my body into his. The energy instantly changed, electricity arcing up between us in a huge scorching blast.

"Listen to me," I whispered into his ear. "Because I'm only going to say this once," I said.

"Holy fuck, Brad," Michael said. "What the hell are you doing?"

"LISTEN to me," I growled.

"What."

"I. Want. A. Blow. Job." I said. "From you."

"WHAT?"

"You heard me," I said and dropped him.

I stepped back. Then I took another step back.

He looked down. Turned around. Dusted off imaginary lint from his shoulders. Adjusted the sleeves of his dress shirt. "You're a fucker, you know that Brad? You could at least give a guy some notice."

"Sorry Dude," I said.

"What the fuck?" Michael said.

"I'm not gay," I said. Although this made no sense to say this at this point.

"No shit," Michael said.

"Listen," I said starting to back track. "I'm sorry if I..."

"Of course I'll do it," he said and smiled.

Oh thank God, I thought.

"If you'll call Lisa," he said.

"What?" I said. "Your friend Lisa?"

"Yeah. I'll give you the blow job of your life, if you'll tell me, number one, why you want one from me, two, why now, three, why the fuck did you spring it on me like that, and four, if you promise to call Lisa right after," he said.

"My brain kind of lost blood after you said you'd give me a blow job," I said.

He laughed. "Do you need me to repeat that?" He asked.

"No, if you give me a minute for my hearing to catch up and my mind to replay it I think I can make sense of it...ah..." I said. 

It took a minute.

"Um..." I said. "Ah...one..." I paused trying to think. "Why do I want one from a guy or why is the guy you?" I asked.

"Both," he said and he crossed his arms over his chest.

"You fuck-head, you're enjoying this," I said.

"You bet your life," Michael said. "Spill."

"Ah," I said toeing my boot into the carpet. "I...ah... had the idea that if you had a dick you might know your way around a dick enough to give a better blow job and I wanted the best mind-blowing blow job I could get," I said softly.

"What was that?" He said with his hand behind his ear.

"Asshole," I said.

"That answers the why now," I said, "because I just thought of that." I paused and stared at him hard. "The 'why from you' is pretty obvious, I mean who else could I ask?"

"Thanks," he said, heavy on the sarcasm.

I thought about going over and touching him to soothe how shitty that sounded but ah, no.

"Um, and, I'm kind of an ass. I didn't know how else to spring it on you. I'm not exactly going to send you flowers," I said.

"Fair enough," he said.

"But I'm not trying to be a jerk about this either," I said.

"I get that," Michael said.

"And I don't want to do this if it's going to ruin our friendship," I said.

Michael rolled his eyes.

And I had the desire to throw him up against the wall. Again.

I was going to ask him about why he wanted me to call Lisa as soon as it was done but he pushed me in the middle of the chest, hard. Then he pushed me in the middle of the chest again. I staggered back.

What the fuck?

Again. Push.

I fell back on the couch.

He put the bottom of one foot on the inside of one of my knees and pushed hard, using that leverage to push my legs apart.

Fuck.

He bent down, grabbed me behind the knees and gave me one hard yank pulling me toward him so I was slumped down a little further on the couch. He was stronger than I thought.

"Stay there," he said in a loud firm voice while pointing at me. "We do this now."

Oh shit.

He got up, turned the living room lights off but left the kitchen lights on. Darkness was good.

Michael came and kneeled in front of me and started unbuttoning his shirt. The idea of him taking his shirt off scared the shit out of me.

"What are you doing?" I asked. My voice went up a lot.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." He said in a strong voice.

When his shirt was all the way off he twisted it up, fast, into a rope like blindfold and tied it around my eyes. I relaxed. Blind was good.

He shoved an open hand up into my throat, hard. "Now, you're going to moan when I say moan, you're going to say 'oh God' when I tell you to say 'oh God' as a matter a fact you're going to make the exact noises and sounds and words I tell you to say." His hand tightened around my throat. "But other than that I don't want to hear a FUCKING thing out of you that isn't a distinct sign of absolute pleasure is that clear?"

I tried to nod but I couldn't move with his hand squeezing me the way it was.

"Good, just so we understand each other," Michael said.

He released his hand and I coughed and took in a deep breath. Holy fuck, I certainly didn't expect that. He put his hand on my dick over my pants. His hand was huge and he palmed my whole cock and moved his hand upwards in a way that felt fantastic.

"Ah, fuck," I said on a groan.

He laughed.

"Now that's the kind of sound I want to hear," Michael said. "Brad if you want to stop, the time to stop is right now. Because once I put my mouth on your cock, I can tell you, I'm not stopping."

"Ah shit," I said. My cock kicked under his hand, instantly growing hard and long when he said mouth and cock.

He laughed again.

The fucker.

I could hear him lean forward, my senses heightened. Then I felt him breathe, superhot air over my balls and then my cock and then up right at the very tip of my cock. Teasing me. Then he redid the same pattern, licking me through my jeans. It was subtle but it made me...hungry...antsy...concerned...eager. A cocktail of want and need and fear.

He ripped off my belt and opened the snap on my jeans and pulled down my zipper, fast. Like he couldn't wait and he was full of power. I usually go commando but I was wearing underwear today; it seemed pretentious and presuming not to. Michael repeated the same routine, palming my entire balls and then cock and then the head and very tip. Then breathing hot air over it all. Then licking over the same path. I got harder.

The top of my cock peeked out of the waistband of my underwear. Michael leaned forward and gently, just barely, licked the very, very top of my cock.

I started breathing through my mouth because I almost lost it.

What the hell was I doing?

Michael pulled the very top of my underwear down.

"Yeah," Michael said.

He touched only what was showing. Licked only what was showing. Pulled my underwear down just a little bit more.

"You want to know if I know my way around a dick more because I have one?" Michael said and then he took the very tip of my cock in his mouth.

"Oh fuck!" I yelled.

"The answer is yes," he said.

"You arrogant little fucker," I said.

WHAM! Michael slapped me across the cheek hard enough that it knocked my head to the side. Because I was blindfolded I hadn't seen it coming. Then he was on top of me with a hand tightly fisted in my hair and yanked my head back.

"See that wasn't exactly a sound of excitement," he said.

Holy shit.

"Don't make me bite you," he said in my ear. "Because I'll like it," he said in an even deeper, quieter voice. "Now, I'm going to remind you. What you get to say, is one hundred versions of hell yeah, fuck yeah, more Michael, and oh yes. That's it. Nothing else. And in return, I'm going to give you the blow job of your life."

He yanked my hair harder.

Then he bit my bottom lip and pulled it until it was almost painful. He completely surprised me and I blinked behind the blindfold. Holy shit. Then he bit my cheek. 

"Don't make me bite you again," he whispered. "It might not be on the face next time. And trust me, you don't want to disturb my rhythm."

Fuck. Totally not anything like the Michael I knew.

He let me go.

"Now. Be a good boy and lift those hips for me so I can get these down a little," Michael said.

This is not at all what I expected Michael to be like. Michael reeks of class. Not...this.

I lifted my hips and Michael pulled my jeans and my underwear down some and then my cock was all about the air time. It sprung up so hard I'm surprised it didn't make a 'boi-yoing' sound.

"Oh, yeah," Michael said sounding amazingly happy. "That's what I want."

I could picture him flexing his hands.

"One more thing," Michael said. "You do not come, until I tell you that you can come."

My brows furrowed under the blindfold. Somehow, with my dick having all the blood, my brain was taking a minute to try and compute what he said. I wasn't at all sure I could do that; I didn't think I had that much control.

He must have sensed my confusion because he repeated it.

"You're not coming until I give you permission to come."

Huh.

Then he put his lips over the tip of my cock, just the tip, and then, fuck, oh God, his lips parted and he slid his mouth all the way down over my cock and deep throated me and came back up with some fucking heavy, heavy strong suction, much harder than any girl can do and he followed it with his hand and rolled his hand over the top and did some kind of twisty thing over the top and...FUCK!

"GU...uh..." I said.

He laughed and did it again.

"Oh fuck," I said.

I had to pull my balls down and out of the way because they had already ridden up ready to explode. I made a ring with my forefinger and my thumb and put it around the base of my cock and squeezed hard to prevent myself from popping off.

Michael slid his mouth back down, so deep, all the way down over my cock again, and came back up slow, with that same incredible heavy suction with his hand following, doing THAT THING. His hand followed his mouth right over the top of the head, some clever twist and before I could even make sense of it, his hand and entire mouth were back down, engulfing me, making me forget how to think much less breathe.

Michael did the same thing a few more times and then he changed his technique placing his tongue on the bottom of my shaft while he sucked me and what the ...shit ... that felt...holy crap...amazing. I had pant through my mouth to try to keep it under control and finally I just pushed him out of the way, giving him a hard shove on the forehead, because it was so great I couldn't stand it.

"I just need a minute," I said. My eyes widened behind the shirt. "And if you slap me, so help me God, I'll beat you senseless."

He laughed.

"And stop with the laughing, you bitch," I said.

He laughed again.

Michael went back to sucking my cock, sucking just the top this time and using his hand on the bottom half. He started slow, agonizingly slow and got faster and faster. And yes, it was without a doubt the best blow job I ever had, hands down, no comparison.

It just kept getting better and better. I don't know if anyone I'd ever dated before was into it but Michael was really into it. Like he was devouring me. My whole body was singing a Halleluiah chorus because it was getting rocked out like never before and I never wanted it to stop. 

Then the weirdest feeling came over me. I wanted to throw him down and fuck him. Hard. Like... you know... I mean I wanted to throw him down, or cover his mouth, or... rape him ... hard.

The thought scared me to death and I went soft.

I coughed and sputtered.

I pulled off the blindfold and pulled up my pants and lunged off the couch and around Michael.

"What happened?" Michael asked.

"I need to get out of here," I said and lurched toward the kitchen.

Michael got up fast and tackled me.

"What. Happened." He said in a voice that was not a question. "Did you just all of a sudden remember it was me? Is that what freaked you out?"

I shook my head. Fuck. All of a sudden I wanted to cry.

Michael put me in a choke hold but his arm was very loose around my neck. "Now, we talk all the time and you're going to fucking tell me what happened. You were fucking enjoying it and you had a thought that blew all that to shit. This started with a thought and it ended with a thought."

"I'm not gay," I whispered.

"No shit," Michael said. "I never said you were. No one said you were. But you ARE going to tell me what happened."

I shook my head.

"Yeah, the fuck you are, you pussy," Michael said.

Now I laughed.

"Who knew you were such a dominating fuck?" I said.

"Yeah, I'm usually not," Michael said.

"So tell me," I said in a completely mean voice, "Are you usually a top or a bottom?"

He slapped me on the back of the head. A light 'don't be a doo-fuss' kind of smack.

"Stop being an asshole," Michael said. He got off me and I rolled over. He offered me a hand and I stood up. "Don't think being a dick is going to get you out of talking."

I smiled at him. He was the same friend I always knew.

"Also don't think it is going to get you out of getting the rest of your blow job," he said.

BAM. I was instantly hard again.

He looked down at my hard on.

"Because I was enjoying it just as much as you," Michael said. "And you're going to get what you asked for, I told you that."

I got harder.

"And you're going to get it more than once," Michael said.

"Shit," I said as my eyeballs rolled back in my head.

"Now are you going to tell me now, or later, what freaked you out," he said.

"Never," I said.

He crossed his arms over his chest.

"I ah..." I looked down. Fuck, I really need to get my carpet cleaned. "I, um, had a vision, of..." fucking you up the ass... "doing more to you than what we were doing and I don't know if I want to do that and it scared me," I said. I blew out a deep breath. "There, I said it."

I looked up. He didn't seem appalled.

"Listen. Things can get a little intense when you've got your dick in someone's mouth," Michael said.

As if that wasn't the understatement of the century. 

"It can when it's a blow job like that," I said.

He smiled. "It's sort of natural when things get really intense for your world to get all dick-centered and wonky, for a person to want to then stick their cock anywhere and everywhere it could possibly go because we are animals. Just because you have a second of your dick wanting to conquer every living thing in the world that doesn't mean that you're suddenly not you and it's the end of the world," Michael said. 

"Understand?" Michael said. He took a big step toward me and grabbed the back of my neck hard. 

I was having trouble processing.

"That's why I wanted you to call Lisa afterwards," Michael said.

He was saying words but they weren't making any sense. All of a sudden something hit me. "You think I can fuck Lisa?!!" My eyebrows went up.

"I think we can both fuck Lisa," Michael said. "Sort of."

"I didn't think you swung that way," I said.

"Well, I don't usually, but I was with her in college and..." he let his sentence peter off. "We're still friends and she's usually up for... you know... a threesome."

"Holy shit, I didn't think I could get any harder," I said.

Michael pulled down my pants and pushed me down on the couch. "Well, I think I can take care of that. And as punishment for jumping up like that you're going to have to watch me this time."




The Thought



"Oh shit," I said.

"You curse too much Brad," Michael said.

"Fuck off," I said.

"Blow me," Michael said.

We both laughed and then he took my cock and put his thumb on the underside near the base and two fingers on the top side, also near the base. And he started jerking me off, just using those three fingers. I don't know why, but no one had ever done me just using just three fingers, just on those trigger points before but it felt freaking fabulous. My head and neck were boneless all of a sudden and just fell onto the back of the couch.

"Hey, Lisa, it's me," I heard Michael say. "Oh, nothing much, same old, same old."

Fucker.

"Yeah, I'm in town, I'm at Brad's. Hey, we could really use your help. Could you come over? Yeah. Like right now. Um? Yeah. Hold on, he'll give you directions," Michael said.

Michael pressed the phone into my hand and I automatically put it up to my ear.

"Yeah, Lisa, hi, it's..."

Michael put his lips over my cock and took me down all the way to the base. I bit back a strangled sound.

"Yeah," I said sounding like I was dying. "Where are you coming from? Um-hum? Do you have a GPS? Um? Good." I gave her the address and got off the phone as soon as possible.

I grabbed Michael by the hair and pulled him off me.

"You bitch," I said.

He slanted his eyes up to me. "Are you going to let go of me?" He asked.

"Maybe after I calm down," I said. I put my boot in the middle of his chest and pushed him away from me. He landed on his ass. He laughed.

"Alright Mike, I admit it. You're not just amazing you're..."

"Mind-blowing? Outstanding? In-fucking-credible?" Michael said.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "Beyond that," I said.

"So shut the fuck up and let me get back to work," he said.

I gestured to my cock. "Have at it," I said.

"With pleasure," Michael said.

He went back to giving me a blow job. He licked me, played with the ridge, licked the top, used his hands, he did a hundred things that all the chicks I had ever been with had never thought off. He had my eyes rolling so far back in my head I thought they would never come down. And every time he had my whole body shaking and I was just on the verge of coming and I was like 'oh shit I can't hold back' he would stop, just completely stop and wait a beat until I was begging for it and then he would start again.

He went on and on blowing my mind, but not letting me blow my stack.

Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang.

Michael stopped immediately and put his buttoned down dress shirt back on. I pictured old nuns and cold showers and tried to shove my erection into my jeans. I pulled my T-shirt down and hoped it covered it.

Michael answered the door and I went in the kitchen and took a few deep breaths.

"Hi," I heard Michael say.

"Hey Sweetie!" Lisa said. I forgot what a great voice she said.

"Hi Lisa," I yelled from the kitchen. "How about a beer?"

"Ah, sure," she said.

I poked my head around the archway. "PBR or Sam Addams?"

She looked at me like I was a moron.

"Right. One Sam Addams coming up," I said.

With all the blow job interruptus I had forgotten the part about the Lisa threesome to come-some. When I popped open the Sam Addams the reason for her being there came back to me. Full force.

I walked back into living room with a swagger I didn't usually have.

Lisa was wearing a pink tank top and jean shorts and looking very sexy. I hadn't seen her in about two years. 

"Your hair's gotten a lot longer," I said.

"Yeah," she said.

"And you have a tan," I said.

"I spent a week in Daytona with a bunch of girlfriends," Lisa said.

"Well both things look good on you," I said.

I went to hand her the beer but at the very last minute a weird instinct took over and I yanked it back and said, "How about you give me some sugar first for the beer delivery?" And bent down and held my cheek out. She went to peck my cheek and when she was almost there I pulled away and held the beer way up, holding my arm straight above my head. "You can do better than that, can't you?"

She looked at me funny but reached for the beer. She had to slide up against my body and reach high to get it. She was short and it took some work for her. She was slightly on my side, her breasts sliding up against the side of my chest, her hips snuggling up against the side of my hip. Still she couldn't reach it. I'm pretty tall.

"I still didn't get that kiss for it," I said.

She sighed. "Fine," she said.

She put both hands around the back of my neck, gave me a loud smack on the cheek and reached for the beer. I lowered it so she could get it. I put one hand firmly on her lower back and splayed it out, pressing her to me and didn't let go.

My erection was coming back but she wasn't against it.

She looked over my shoulder at Michael. 

"Hey Babe," he said. 

"What's going on here?" Lisa said to Michael.

She took a sip of her beer. He came over and kissed her. It was just a peck but it was on the lips.

"Okay," Lisa said. "What the FUCK is going on here?"

"I just gave Brad a blow job," Michael said.

I let go of Lisa fast.

Nice going on the subtlety there Michael.

"What?" Lisa said.

"Well, part of a blow job," Michael said.

"What? What?" Lisa said.

I shook my head.

"What?" She looked from me to Michael back to me and back to him again. A few times. She looked like she was watching a ping pong game.

She finally settled on me. "Aren't you straight?"

"Very," I said.

"Then how did this happen?" she asked.

"I had a thought," I said.

She crossed her arms over her chest which pushed her breasts up in a very nice fashion. "Oh, and I bet it was a doozy, lay it on me."

I shook my head.

"Anywho," Michael said. "Brad is straight, and I obviously, am not. So we needed a girl to make this work, and that, my lovely, is where you come in," he said.

He brought her to his side and put his hand to her lower back, essentially the exact same position I had her in a moment ago.

"What? I mean, wait, what? What? What? Um, huh? What?" Lisa said.

Then Michael kissed her. And she melted. I literally could see her muscles relax and her shoulders go liquid and her body just well... smile into him. He must be one hell of a kisser.

"Let me get this straight," Lisa said looking Michael directly in the eye. "Did you invite me here, to ...ah...have a threesome?"

Michael looked at her and grinned a wicked grin.

"For the sole purpose... for the sole and only purpose that Brad could experience... a blow job... one of the world famous blow jobs from you... and not be... you know...like..."

"Um..hum," Michael said.

Lisa pushed Michael away and slapped him in the chest. He laughed and backed up. She put her beer down on the table and started slapping him on the biceps and chest. "You total perv, you just invited me here to fuck."

"Um-hum," Michael said.

"What kind of girl do you think I am?" Lisa said.

I noticed that she didn't seem to be mad, just...maybe insulted with the approach.

"The kind who likes to fuck," Michael said.

I shook my head. Obviously it had been a long time since he'd had experience with women. Maybe I should throw her against the wall. I'd probably have better luck.

"You freaky male chauvinist homo pig," Lisa said.

She kept slapping him and he kept laughing and backing up until he had him backed up against the wall.

"You know this is foreplay Babe, and I like it," Michael said.

"Jerk," she said but she was laughing.

She rested her body against Michael's and I came up behind her and pressed my front to her back.

"Lisa," I said softly making a caress out of her name. "He never should have invited you over like that, he is a jerk," I said.

She laughed again.

"We don't have to do anything, obviously," I said. Then I kissed her neck. Then I put one hand very lightly on her waist. "But you're so gorgeous, and I've wanted you for so long."

"Why didn't you say anything?" she asked still looking at Michael.

"Because you were Michael's friend," I said in her ear. "And I didn't want to mac on his friends. But when he suggested that you come here today...that want bloomed to a raging desire. And he was telling you the truth, he gave me an amazing ..." I couldn't even say it. "But he left me without finishing, and now I'm crazy. I'm sorry, but I'm crazy and if you don't want crazy you should leave."

"I'm sorry, I'm having a little trouble wrapping my head around all this. Michael gave you a blow job?" Lisa asked.

"Mmn-hmn," I said. "My first ever from a guy, but he's a fucking cock tease, he didn't finish it."

"We were waiting for you," Michael said.

I turned her head around and kissed her. Thank God she kissed me back. A kiss that was passionate and hot, tongues dancing, wanting. Surging and shimmering and beautiful. Oh yeah. I traced my hand down her breast, then up and under her shirt.

I broke off the kiss. 

I turned her around to face me. "I can't get over it, you and Michael," she said.

"Don't say it like that," I said. "I just wanted to know if a guy with a ...well...I wanted to know if someone who had a cock would know better how to service a cock."

"I'm not sure using Michael as the guy is fair for that, I mean he's supposedly world quality. And you'd need to..." she let her voice trail off.

Holy shit, she was going to say have a comparison.

"Did Michael teach you how to do all those amazing blow job things that he does?" I asked.

She laughed. "I don't know, he taught me a lot but that was a long time ago, he's probably picked up some things over the years," she said.

I just looked at her. Everything was getting out of control.

Then I kissed her.

And fuck, it was sweet. 

"Excuse me darlings," Michael said. "We have a not lot of time and a lot to do."

"Mike, man, you're going to have to lead, I can't think," I said.

"My pleasure," he said.

"So, what do you want?" Lisa said. She may have been asking Michael but she was looking at me.

"We want you to watch," Michael said with finality that resonated throughout the room.

Michael grabbed me by the shoulder and brought me to the center of the room. He put his foot on the edge of the coffee table and kicked it way out of the way. 

Michael took the front of my T-shirt and pulled it up and over my head but then left it tucked behind my neck. He skimmed his hands on my chest.

"Are you watching Lisa?" He asked in a teasing tone.

"Y-yes," she said.

He scraped his nails down my chest, opened my pants, and pulled my pants and underwear down.

"Sit down, Brad," Michael said and gave me a little push onto the floor.

I fell down pretty hard and Michael tugged off my boots. He threw my pants; they went flying across the room, sailing through the air, over Lisa's shoulder.

"Now this all started with a thought, didn't it?" Michael said as he dragged each of those huge hands up the front of my thighs pushing my legs apart.

"Ah, yeah," I said.

"And what was that thought?" he said tauntingly. 

"I...ah..."

Then he licked the underside of my shaft and my eyes fluttered closed.

"Ah..." I said.

He licked me again.

"Aagg," I said.

He laughed. 

"Look at me," he commanded.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. He licked down the center of his palm, one long, slow wet draw, and slowly circled his hand around my cock and pulled upward.

"Argh," I said. 

"Answer me," he said.

"What was the question?" I asked.

He laughed again.

"The question was, all this started with a thought, didn't it?" he said. Then his mouth went all the way down over my cock, until all I could see was the top of his head meeting my hips.

I made a strangled sound. "Ah, y-yeah," I said.

He came up for air. "And what was that thought?" Michael said and then slowly swallowed and sucked down my cock again.

Oh, fuck, I couldn't think.

"It was if...a guy could...would...know...oh shit," I said.

He started working me faster, his hand on the lower half of my cock beneath his mouth and his other hand playing with my balls. My toes curled up and my thigh muscles contracted hard, straining against the unbelievable need to come.

I grabbed his head and looked at him again as he went up and down and up and down over my hips.

Fuck.

I looked at Lisa. I was panting hard.

"Lisa, come here, God, fuck, please come here," I said.

She had been holding herself tightly; I don't know what she thought.

"Oh God, I'm coming, I can't stop it," I yelled. But Michael backed off a split second before I did and made a ring of his fingers and squeezed my cock. With the other hand he put a calming palm on my chest.

I struggled for breath.

"You sadistic bastard," I said.

I reached out to Lisa. "Lisa, come here, please. I need you. Oh God, I need you."

She came and kneeled by my face and I held her hand. I stared at her and I used every bit of effort I had to breathe really calmly and make sure my heart didn't beat out of my chest.

"Now what was that thought?" Michael said. He sounded incredibly cocky.

What the hell was he talking about? Oh yeah.

Oh, shit yeah.

"Fine, you win," I said.

Then he plunged himself over me and he slapped the side of my thigh in a way which I took to mean I had permission to come and I came in his mouth. Hard. I came over and over and over. I couldn't stop. For a second it felt like I would never be able to stop.

My body bowed up into his mouth. I came so hard I must have come all the way down into his stomach, for Christ's sake, but he just kept sucking and swallowing. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, fighting against it. My whole body was spasming hard, my dick kicking inside his mouth. Light shot everywhere. Suddenly I was blowing up, bursting into flame, exploding, shattering. And shit, it was ... so ... freaking good that, incredibly, it milked my cock in a way that made me come even more.

The world stopped and even though I was already on the floor I collapsed.

Then I shook all over. Tiny little spasms. I was shaking. 

I was completely emptied out.

And still he was sucking me.

Like he had something to prove.

I sprawled, completely boneless. Slack.

I melted into the floor. 

No. Through the floor.

For a second I think I stopped breathing. 

I came, I thought lamely. I came so hard now I need to tell my body to breathe.

I looked at Lisa, tried to speak, tried again.

"I think I died for a minute there. I don't know if I came back? Am I dead?"

She gave a chuckle and pushed a lock of sweaty hair off my forehead.

"Maybe. Was it worth it?" She asked.

"Hell yeah," I said.

Michael finally stopped and pushed me aside so he had more room to lie down. 

"Hey, Lisa, will you get us a couple of bottles of water from the kitchen?" he asked.

"Sure," she said and hoped up.

Michael slapped my calf. "So straight man, who, by the way is still very straight, what's the verdict?"

I just lolled there. Lisa came in with the waters.

"Ah..." I said teasingly. "I don't know..."

"I get you," Michael said. "You need to be sure. What you're saying is..." then he paused. "You need a repeat." 

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The Thought of You



Lying in bed, listening to the snoring beast next to me, my thoughts drift to him; what I want you to do to me. I feel a flush rise in my face and a sensation like a pleasant shock run down my thighs and into my toes. I find myself smiling in spite of myself, knowing that I'm lying here next to one man, willing my body to feel another's hands' knowing touch. A familiar tightening knot starts its thrum and I can't help but roll over. While a body pillow will substitute for the warm body of a lover at rest, this was going to need more than thoughts if I ever wanted to sleep. My mind is watching my hands slip myself out of my panties, knowing that there's a sex-starved sleeping man inches from me. However, the rest of me is concerned with only satisfying myself while thinking of a distant man; one who I have never met but who has fucked me in my head more than once. 

While I deeply desire to be thoroughly violated by him, my fingers are going to have to suffice for tonight.

Once the free of restraint, and I can hear the steady breathing of the man beside me, I begin. The light touches on the thighs, warm and fleshy, hiding the jewel below. The feeling of my fingers stroking the irregular lengths of hair made my toes twitch, and grabbing a handful saw my nipples stand up, speaking in tongues in ecstasy. I'd been thinking about him for hours, how sensitive was I already? 

Slipping a finger in the slit of my pussy lips told me two things, I should have gotten a towel, and this is going to be a challenge to keep The Interloper asleep. The brush with my engorged clit almost made me cry out. I sucked in a harsh breath and clamped my thighs together to stifle my cry, leaving my fingers accidentally half pressed against myself. As if my legs had run a marathon, they shook, and the twist of muscles long forgotten bade the rest of me, "come hither".

It would seem that I was more ready than I thought. Slow, I'd have to go slow if I wanted this to last. Right. I moved my hand to my nipple and rolled it around in my fingers. Tonight, I want to be restrained, blindfolded, and teased into a lather. I am never closer to losing my mind than when I have been worked up to within moments of orgasm, feeling a cock start to slide into me, only to stop and retreat. That feeling of denial, you can't have it yet makes my eyes roll back in my head just thinking about it. This will be my fantasy tonight. This is how I want to cum with the imaginary him. 

I lay there, biting back ragged breaths, thinking about being tied up, listening to his voice drop a register and purr to me inches from my ear about how I can't have it yet. I can only have a taste, the feeling of his cock parting my lips is like a lightning bolt to the spine. Slowly, deliberately he's pushing into my dewy, willing center. The kiln of desire, the path to the sacred vessel. The heat must be immense, the fire stoked, I feel his hips slide forward more than either of us expected. The grin on his face the mirror to the grimace of denial on mine. More. It's not enough. 

I want it, I feel myself reach for him, chase his receding cock with my body, fruitlessly though as my hands are bound. He will give it to me when you say I can have it. I will have to wait hungrily, silently. I lay back, waiting for the next thrust as if every nerve in my body were made of electrified wire. I can sense his thighs moving, feel him thrust into me, bury his cock into me until our thighs collide in a slap of bone, muscle, and lust. He hungrily grasps my ass, branding me with his fingerprints, and pulls my body up onto his as I beg for more. He pulls back and slides out with a wet and audible "pop". On his knees, his eager cock bobs to a rhythm all its own. Each quiver entices me with what it could do to me, with the unrequited carnality of the moment. The knot in my neverwhere, that place between flesh and divinity strains against its abdominal prison. 

Make me beg for it. Take me to the edge, feel my pussy start to quiver and deny me. Reduce me to ragged breaths and animal moans. Control me. And for a moment, own me. Fuck me like a piston, leave your mark, abuse my nipples with your mouth and bite my thighs. I want him to chase our orgasms like prey; fast, wild, and final. Drag them home to feast on in the afterglow. 

Those thoughts ran through my head as I lie there shuddering from orgasm, fingers slick with my juices and cheeks red from contained lust. As I hear a half-snore from the other half of the bed, I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. A puckish smirk tugs at my lips. Mission accomplished. I drift off to sleep on a cloud of post-orgasm embers while Goliath next to me never so much as stirred.