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Paradise Found Ch. 01

By: butter_scotch



The sports bar was noisy and raucous, booze and talk flowed freely. The people here were mainly young and beautiful and at fifty-two; Lee was neither. When his son had suggested this place for a drink he had reservations; but he had finally acquiesced. To make matters worse David had been called into work on an emergency; so here he sat. He suddenly felt very old in a bar full of twenty-something's. Who was he kidding? He didn't belong here; he was a fish out of water. He would finish his drink and go back to his world, this wasn't him at all.

As he sat there and sipped his drink, he perused the place. The whole place had the air of organized chaos; multiple TV's vied with diners and drinkers. The place reminded him of a beehive and the low, insistent buzz was getting on his nerves. She first caught his eye because of her demeanor; it didn't fit with the place. Body language always gave one away, and hers fairly screamed out at him. She didn't want to be here anymore than he did and he wondered why. With him it was fairly obvious; he was too old and world weary for the live wire action here. The puzzle was her; she was young and pretty and fit in well with the scene. He smiled to himself; probably a fight with the boyfriend. He had been there once himself ages ago.

It should have ended there; he would have filed her away in his memories and left if it wasn't for the guy. Lee watched as the guy approached her table and spoke to her. He saw her smile and shake her head no; but the guy was insistent. He was clearly trying to pick her up and from her attitude it wasn't working. Lee grinned as the would-be Romeo tried schmoozing her. His grin faded as he saw the guy's hand on her wrist and her attempts to break free. In the crowded bar it was one small scene playing itself out among the hubbub of the place. Lee was old school; to him a woman was to be treated like a lady. He didn't hesitate and moved quickly to the table to confront the man. He reached out to shake the man's hand. The man released the young woman's wrist instinctively and accepted the hand shake. Instead of shaking hands Lee grasped the man's wrist and reached for his elbow. Applying pressure as he had been taught so many years ago the stranger was in instant agony and kneeled down involuntarily.

His voice was low and deadly, "She said let her go. She's said no, so shove off. That's after you apologize for bothering her."

He muttered something under his breath that Lee couldn't catch before slinking away. Her thank you was so soft he almost didn't hear it above the din of the crowd.

Lee smiled and said, "Not all young ladies want Sir Galahad coming to their rescue. I guess my southern upbringing is telling, huh?"

"I'm not like most young ladies, I know my limitations. Fighting off a man in a bar is never pleasant, thank you for coming to my rescue."

"I'm happy I could help," he said. "I was just getting ready to leave when I saw him pestering you. It was an automatic response for me; ladies deserve to be treated like ladies. I'm just thankful he left, I would have hated to make a scene. By the way, I'm Lee." 

"Hi, I'm Tracey, and thanks again for the help" she said as he started for the door. 

Lee turned to her and gave her a longing look and murmured under his breath, "I'm always ready to help protect a beautiful lady. Who knows you may need the use of my dented armor again in the future."

***

Tracey couldn't believe her luck. Here she was stranded who knows where with a flat tire and a missing jack. She had come to this logging road just to get away from the city. Someone had told her there was a lookout point down the road, but you had to walk. After parking and discovering she had a flat, she tried to use her cell phone to call for roadside assistance. Of all the luck; she kept getting the dreaded signal; not available. She decided that she would walk down to the lookout point and try her cell again; maybe it would work in a different location. She was mindful of the weather; vaguely remembering there was an approaching snow storm. As she walked down the road she suddenly realized she was getting colder and the sky was getting darker. She began to feel a light mist and discounted it as the elevation. Continuing on her way the mist seemed to thicken and soon it was a steady freezing rain. She had to be careful where she was walking now since the ground was getting slick. She was glad she had worn her hiking boots and dressed for cold weather. That was about the only thing that had gone right for her today. 

The sky was getting darker and Tracey was getting more concerned for her safety. Her only choice was to find a spot that would give her a cell connection so she continued down the path. Picking her way carefully along the rutted trail she didn't see the broken limb loaded with the extra weight of the ice. She caught the shadow of it as it fell and only had time to look up and no time to react. The limb struck her solidly across the forehead and knocked her out immediately. 

Lee wondered why the little car was parked at the entrance to his property and took note of the flat tire. He saw a trail of small footprints in the icy slush leading down the trail. Lee didn't like anyone intruding on his privacy, which was the reason he had worked so hard after retiring from the military. The only thing he wanted was a private place and to be left alone. He carried a lot of baggage in his life and though only fifty-two, he sometimes felt as though he had lived two lives already. He had survived a career as a Ranger, having to fight the Army itself to stay in after his wounds healed. Then there was the bitter divorce and loss of his children which had hardened Lee into stone. The only visitors he welcomed were his sons and they came less and less as they got older and had lives of their own. 

Lee was lost in thought as he followed the small footprints. He was thinking that he needed to get more wood in before the storm fully developed and wondering if he had enough food in case he was snowed in. That was a joke; he could always spend a few hours in his paradise and come home with some type of game. Survival was his way of life and he let that idle thought pass. As he rounded the bend, he thought he saw something lying in the trail. Initially his thought was someone had been dumping trash up here again. He had solved that problem for good he thought. 

As he drew nearer to the pile of rags he saw that it was a body. He rushed forward to find out what was wrong and saw that it was a young woman. He knelt over her and checked her vital signs and looked for injuries. The only thing he could find was a deep cut on her forehead. He looked around and saw the limb and knew instantly what had happened. Lee picked her up as gently as he could and started toward his cabin. He had to get her wound cleaned and the blood off her face then he would worry about who she was and why she was here. 

Lee carried her as quickly as possible to his cabin. Living in the mountains the last three years had hardened his body back into shape and this young lady didn't slow him down at all. As soon as he got to the cabin he laid her on his bed and stoked the fire. He warmed some water and cleaned her wound. After getting the blood off her face he couldn't help but feel that he knew her. Being a gentleman he was hesitant to undress her but realized she had to get out of her wet clothes. Lee undressed her and covered her on his bed. Her face still bothered him; he knew her somehow but couldn't think of where it was. 

After doing as much for her as he could for the time being he went back out to bring in more wood before the brunt of the storm hit. After making a couple of trips in and out with the firewood he decided to make coffee and warm himself by the fire. As Lee sipped his coffee he stared at the girl. She was beautiful and had been well dressed, but what had drawn him closer was her hair. The only way he could describe it was butterscotch, streaked with caramel. There was no doubt in his mind someone would be looking for her very soon and he didn't want to go through a lot of explanations about how she got here. He also didn't want a lot of people tromping around his little piece of paradise. 

Tracey woke up confused and disoriented. Where was she? The last she remembered was the flat tire and her attempts at getting a signal for her phone. She sat up and her head throbbed making her lie back on the bed quickly. Touching her forehead, she felt the bandage and winced. The room was dark but gradually her eyes adjusted and she was able to make out objects in the small room. As the pounding in her head subsided, she realized she was naked. Someone had stripped her of her clothes and put her to bed. How had she got to this place? How long had she been out? Of course the big question was who had brought her here?

Sitting up gingerly, she placed her feet on the floor and stood slowly. The door seemed far away but she finally made it and laid her head against it to rest a moment. Her heart was pounding as she opened the door, and made her way into what appeared to be the living room. It was dark except for the fire blazing in the fireplace and she instinctively moved towards its heat. She started as she saw the man sleeping in the chair by the fire. The noise woke him and he stood quickly and turned on the lamp by his chair. Tracey squinted as light flooded her eyes and the pain in her head returned full force. 

"Where am I?" she uttered, her voice sounded husky and raw and she realized how thirsty she was. "What happened?"

The man moved towards her and she backed away, stopping him in his tracks. He motioned for her to sit and answered, "You're in my little chunk of paradise. I found you lying in my path, you had been clobbered by a large branch. You have a large cut on your forehead and I'm worried you might have a concussion." 

His eyes were on her and she suddenly felt self -conscious as she remembered she was clad only in a sheet. "Did your wife undress me? If you get my clothes I will be on my way and out of your hair."

He was shaking his head even as he headed for the small kitchen. "No wife," he said over his shoulder as he rummaged in the refrigerator and took out a pitcher of water. "And you won't be going anywhere, there is a blizzard outside. We are snowed in, sorry to say."

Gratefully, Tracey took the water and pills he offered. She was still trying to assimilate what he was saying, her head felt like it was full of cotton wool. Just trying to think was a chore and she realized at this point she didn't really care. Her stomach was churning and her body felt weak. 

She felt her eyelids growing heavy but roused enough to ask, "Where are my clothes? I want to put them on."

From a distance she heard his voice, felt him slip something over her head and his strong arms as he picked her up and carried her back to bed. The bed felt warm and safe and she sighed as she drifted off to sleep. 

Much later the chills woke her, her headache was a dull roar now but she had never been so cold in her life. She felt nauseous and she put her legs over the side of the bed. The cold of the floor on her already chilled feet was agony and her stomach twisted and she began to retch. He must have heard her because he was suddenly there and leading her to the bathroom. After she was finished he helped her back to bed and covered her. The chills were in back in full force now and she found herself asking him to hold her. She saw his hesitation but she was beyond caring; she was scared, sick, and cold. As he slid in beside her, she cuddled against his warm body and slept, even as his arms enclosed her. 

As he lay holding her Lee felt mixed emotions. Emotions he had long ago erased from his memory and thought were buried forever. For some reason this beautiful woman had stirred those emotions since he first picked her up in the path. He didn't understand what was happening. He felt he knew her and yet he didn't know her name. Now he found himself lying in bed with her, his arms around her as she slept on his shoulder. Her hair smelled fresh even though he knew it had been quite some time since he had picked her up. He felt tenderness for her and was beginning to feel something else, a stirring he thought he was incapable of. He breathed deeply; his face buried in her beautiful hair; her lean body was snug against him. She was very muscular, but very feminine as well.

Lee moved his hand to her stomach and pulled her closer so that they were snug against each other from head to toe. As he pulled her closer he felt the stirring in his loins that he thought he was incapable of. He lay holding her thinking of his past life and drifted off to sleep. He slept as he had not in many years. This young woman had brought a feeling of peace to him and he slept with contentment holding her close.

Tracey opened her eyes and was confused for a moment. She realized she was not in her home and she was in the arms of a strange man in his bed. She also felt something else. She was not wearing anything but a t-shirt and she felt his manhood very firmly pressed against her. Even though she still had a slight headache she began to wonder about the man. She really didn't remember a lot of discussion but she instinctively knew she could trust him. She felt very safe even though they were both almost nude and she had a very hard cock pressed firmly against the crack of her ass. Tracey began to feel a wetness as she lay in the man's arms. Pressing back against him, she began a slow rocking movement thinking about the hardness pressed against her. 

Meanwhile Lee had felt her movements, sleepily he thought once more of her beautiful butterscotch hair. The silkiness and color reminded him of someone else he had recently met. 

Suddenly it dawned on him; he came fully awake and whispered her name, "Tracey, that's it? Isn't it? You are Tracey, from the bar." 

Tracey turned to face him, "Yes, I knew I had seen you too but couldn't figure it out either. Rescuing me is becoming a habit for you." 

Lee's hand was under her shirt and rubbing its way up her stomach, gently stroking her, enjoying the feel of her soft feminine skin. As he rubbed her stomach he felt his erection slipping away. Tracey reached for him and began to stroke. 

He said, "I'm sorry. It doesn't work; I'm impotent. I've had Peyronies disease for several years." This got her attention and she immediately released him from her grip and looked at him in confusion. 

Lee had a wry smile on his face and started to explain what this meant. "Peyronies disease isn't really a disease and it isn't contagious. It something that happens in about one percent of men between the ages of 40 and 60. No one knows the cause but it's usually thought to result from an injury. Since I have taken several blows to the groin in my life; I guess that's what caused it. Basically it's scar tissue forming and preventing the penis from filling with blood and getting hard."

Now it was Tracey's turn for the wry grin, "You sure fooled me the way that thing was sliding between my cheeks a few minutes ago. I didn't notice that it wasn't hard then or when I had it in my hand." 

"To tell you the truth, that's the first time that's happened in a couple of years. Maybe you have the magic touch." 

As he said this Tracey again moved close to him; reached down and took him in her hand again. Surprised, Lee again felt the stirring that had become so unfamiliar to him in recent years. 

He started to speak but Tracey put her finger to his lips to silence him; "Don't talk, just relax." He felt himself getting hard in her hand and felt the stirring in his balls he had missed for so long. Tracey was rubbing her hand up and down in a stroking motion. "I can feel the scar tissue. It's on both sides and makes it sink in on each side kind of like an hour glass." 

Tracey had her head on Lee's chest and he was again mesmerized by her butterscotch hair with streaks of caramel. He thought it the most beautiful hair on the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He tried to speak but found himself speechless as this young girl brought him to an erection. As Tracey continued to fondle him she moved a leg between his and eased farther on top of him. Lost in his own thoughts of being in bed with such an incredible woman Lee was surprised when he realized he felt a wetness pressing down on the head of his cock. He was even more surprised when he realized he was sliding into Tracey who hovered above him. She had a glazed look in her eyes as she moved in very slow motion easing herself all the way down on his erection. 

She sensed him watching her and looked down at him with a smile on her face. "I guess I do have the magic touch," she said as she quickened her movements.

To be continued ...

Paradise Found Ch. 01



I recently had sex with someone other than my husband, Frank, for the first time. What bothers me is that it was by far the most exciting sex of my life. It also bothers me that the experience has transformed my life in some dramatic ways.

I am a forty-year-old mother of two sons. I have been married for nineteen years to a wonderful, caring and loving man. When we first married we had lots of energy and only a little money. Sex was our recreation. So we screwed like rabbits in every position we could invent and in every circumstance we could tolerate. Under the pressure of building careers and raising two children, our sex life dwindled. From the six or eight times a week we enjoyed for the first two years, we dropped to six or eight times a month—in a good month. Our variety of positions petered out to the missionary position and an occasional 'love on my lap' exercise steeped in exhaustion and dulled by boredom and familiarity. 

After the first ten years we talked a couple of times about swapping with some other couple, but we had been so happy with each other at first that we never took it farther than talk. Then we were so busy and so tired the discussion never surfaced again. A couple of times lately I've fantasized about other men or about swapping, but I haven't even mentioned swapping to Frank.

Before we had children, Frank liked to take nude photos of me. We have a very large collection of me in poses ranging from fully-clothed to bare-butt naked, very artistic to downright pornographic. We have hidden that box in a closet for years. 

I have been able to keep my figure. I may not be quite as firm as I once was, but I am still a size seven and just over five feet, with dark red hair cut in a stylish bob.

Recently, James, my eighteen-year-old, invited a friend, Peter, to spend the night and that's the visit that has changed my life so dramatically. Peter lives with his aunt and uncle who are his legal guardians. He is a little older than James, and is from Haiti. As you might expect he is ebony-black in color and I admit having a black man in our home seemed a little strange at first.

The boys came in from school on Friday and I was surprised at the feelings that filled my mind at the sight of Peter. He is a beautiful, male-model kind of boy more appealing than Adonis. He towers almost a foot over me and is obviously a body builder with broad shoulders and rock-like pectorals. His smile is wide and highlighted by beautiful white teeth. And he has a wonderful sense of humor. He also radiates self-confidence. When he shook my hand he made a point of undressing me with his eyes and giving me his approval. In addition to flushing furiously, I found myself wondering what he would be like in bed. I even felt my nipples rising when we joked around with my boys.

The plan was for Frank to take our boys to the baseball playoffs for the weekend. Friday night, Peter's uncle, Jacques, called to say an emergency had come up and he had to help with it on Saturday. He could not pick Peter up until Sunday morning, as he would be out of touch until then. 

Peter had no other relatives in this country. "Could Peter stay at our home until he was picked up?" We couldn't put him out on the street. 

Frank asked if I was okay with this arrangement and we both agreed that Peter was little older than our oldest son and that he 'couldn't be a problem.'

After Frank and the boys left for the weekend, Peter and I did our various chores during the day and found time for playing in the pool that afternoon.

The sight of him in swim trunks had me drooling and it was all I could do to avoid touching him. He complimented me often and told me how sexy I looked in my only swimsuit, a conservative bikini.

After we swam, I dressed to start dinner and surprised myself by putting a drip of my favorite perfume in the valley between my swelling breasts.]

We had dinner and a lot of friendly chitchat, including some delicious double entendres, that evening. And I was almost embarrassed at how hot I felt when he smiled at me or touched my arm or shoulder. After dinner he helped me clean up. We watched some TV and chatted and I was even more impressed by his confidence and maturity. And his sexiness. He is a bright, outgoing young man with a remarkable presence for someone so young. We were both sitting on the couch in front of the TV and I almost flinched when my fully clothed thigh accidentally touched his.

About eleven o'clock, Peter said goodnight and went up to bed. I watched the news and then went upstairs to straighten up the guest bathroom.

The bathroom has adjoining doors to my younger son's room and to the guestroom. I slipped in quietly to straighten up without disturbing Peter. While checking the towels, I heard what sounded like panting coming from the guestroom. And his rich baritone voice saying, "Squeeze those pretty titties, Bebe." 

The door was slightly ajar and I peeked in. Peter was lying on top of the bottom sheet and totally naked, his face turned away from the door. He was looking at something on the bed beside him, and stroking the largest, hardest, blackest cock I had ever seen. I was fascinated by the foreskin, which slid down, when he moved his hand to the base of his cock, to reveal a beautiful purple-black knob. 

I knew I shouldn't, but I just kept staring at Peter playing with his huge black cock. He turned something and moaned, "Oh, yes, my darling. Kiss Peter's big black prick." He propped a picture on his thighs and pressed his towering cock against it. "And caress your darling with your titties, my love." He touched his cock to another picture. With a sudden shock, I realized that he had found my collection of photos and that he was masturbating to the pictures of my youthful body. 

The thought of this young black man being so excited by my naked body set me on fire! I had never seriously harbored thoughts of infidelity, but I was now actively imagining how his huge black rod would feel as it slid in and out of my cunt. I let my fingers wander over my rising nipples. And my hot little box was literally drooling. I was so faint with lust and frustration. I leaned against the wall and my foot moved the wastebasket.

Peter called out, "Who's there?" 

From inside the bathroom I called, "It's me," and I entered the bedroom. "I just wanted to be sure you had enough towels and anything else you might need." He just managed to pull the covers across his erect cock leaving his beautiful shoulders and chest bare. However, the box still lay on the bed. "Where did you find this?" I said, feigning anger and flashing a very real blush. 

"I came across it while I was looking for a pillow," he said in a cute, ashamed and embarrassed tone.

"I'm really embarrassed," I said. "Frank took them years ago. They were not meant for public consumption." 

"That's a shame," he replied. "You certainly have an exciting body." 

I don't know what was coming over me, but I was feeling almost brazen. "Those pictures were taken almost twenty years ago," I said, "things aren't quite the same." 

Peter eyed me lasciviously and said, "I'll bet you still look great."

"You were jacking off over my nude pictures, weren't you?" I accused with unaccustomed boldness. 

With that, Peter turned back the sheet, exposing his towering, hard black weapon I had been staring at in secret only moments ago. He put his hand on that beautiful monster and began to stroke slowly. "Are you offended?"

As much as I knew I should leave, I couldn't. My eyes were riveted on this young man's incredible tool and I felt my nipples growing harder. "I suppose I should be flattered," I stammered.

"Do you like what you see?" he asked boldly.

My throat was so dry I could only nod.

"You don't have to tell me, darling. Your pussy juices give you away." 

I looked down to see the dark stain in the crotch of my slacks.

Peter held out his arms and smiled. "Come and kiss me, you beautiful white whore."

His words offended, but they also excited me. It was almost as if I were a whore hired to please this black beauty. I practically drifted to the side of the bed and leaned over to kiss his lips. He held my shoulders and pressed his mouth hard against mine. When I opened my mouth and touched his lips with my tongue, he held me away.

"No need to hurry, darling." He put his hand on my pendant breast and squeezed it gently and I could feel more hot juices wetting my panties. "Nice titty," he smiled. "Now kiss your plaything." He laughed aloud at my look of bewilderment. "Kiss my cock, you beautiful slut." I should have run from the room. Instead, I leaned over and touched that beautiful meat with trembling fingers. "Go on, darling. Give me a kiss."

Peter kept his hand on my breast as I leaned over and touched his ram with my lips. I couldn't resist the temptation to reach out with my tongue to taste that beautiful cock. I don't particularly like oral sex with Frank, so I don't go overboard with blowjobs, but I found myself almost frantic to pleasure this handsome young stud in every possible way. And he tasted delicious! My breast burned in his grip and I almost cried out as he lifted me away from his cock.

"Now show me how beautiful you are," he suggested.

I knew I was lost. I stood up straight and beamed into his eyes. "Like this?" I smiled, shyly. Then I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, pulled it from my waistband and teasingly stripped it off. I realized I was flirting with him the same way I had flirted with the camera when Frank was shooting those pictures. My freckled titties are somewhat large for my small frame and my bra raised them enticingly and left them pretty exposed. His smile told me he liked what he could see.

"Beautiful, darling. Show me more."

Knowing I was committed, I relaxed a little. My fingers slipped the bra straps off my shoulders letting my breasts sag just a little, and letting the fabric slip a little lower on my mounds. The hunger in his eyes excited and encouraged me and my panties were getting ever wetter.

I kept staring at his rod and mumbled, "It's beautiful," as I bent slightly and reached behind my back to open the bra snaps. I was breathing heavily now as I stood erect letting the bra drop to the floor and cupped and squeezed and fondled my firm boobs, holding them up for his approval. 

Peter stood up and embraced me. He kissed me gently and hugged me tight. His powerful ram pressed into my stomach and I writhed against it. He squeezed the globes of my quivering ass before taking one of my nipples into his eager mouth. I was so excited, I felt my first orgasm flutter through my body. "Oooohhhh!" At that moment, more than anything in this world, I wanted this beautiful black man to use me as a sex object. 

Yet, I was torn by anxiety, "Oh, Peter, we shouldn't be doing this."

"Why not, my hot little puss?"

"I'm old enough to be your mother."

He laughed gently. "So was my first lover, darling. You're also as hot and vital as a teenager and pretty enough to be a swimsuit model." He beamed at me. "And we both want to make the most of this opportunity!"

I reached between our bodies and stroked his cock, fondling his large, hairy balls as he continued to suckle my breasts. 

"I can't tell how pretty your legs are," he smiled, holding me at arm's length.

Soon, my slacks were on the floor and his hand was gliding over my flat stomach and slipping inside my white bikini panties, stroking my pussy and squeezing my buttocks. 

"Beautiful," he sighed.

I removed my shoes and panties and stood before this black Adonis totally naked. I could not, would not deny this beautiful man anything he wanted. I denied my husband some things, but I would not deny Peter anything.

"Kiss me," he demanded.

I kissed his broad lips, feeling his hard body against my naked breasts and stomach and loving his firm grip on my quivering ass. When he put his hands on my shoulders, I kissed my way down his smooth chest, stopping to suck on his nipples. I licked his stomach and was soon on my knees, my nose inhaling the manly aroma of his pubic hair. I delighted in the contrast as my tiny white fingers squeezed and rubbed his powerful black thighs and his hard black ass. I craned my neck and sucked his balls into my mouth, all the while exploring his asshole with my finger. My fingers wouldn't go around his rod and I held him in both hands. I kissed and caressed and licked the length of his steel-hard shaft, exploring every rippling vein with my fingers and cheeks and my lapping tongue. 

"Pull the foreskin back, bitch," he purred.

I quickly learned to make the foreskin slide back to reveal his naked knob. My first taste was a little bitter, but it became unbelievably exciting as I laved that hard flesh with my tongue. I passionately kissed his massive, mushroom head and prodded his peehole with my tongue. I was as mesmerized as a rabbit facing a cobra.

"Suck on me, my love." And I strained to open my mouth wide enough to take that lovely knob in. He held my head and began to rock slowly in and out of my mouth and I loved it! "That's it, slut. Keep him nice and tight in that hot mouth of yours."

When I felt his balls tighten in my hand, I knew I was going to taste black semen for the very first time. He held my head firmly and pumped gently into my mouth. And I opened my mouth wider and took as much of him as I could before he filled my cheeks and throat with gobs and gobs of his rich, creamy goo. "Oh yesss! Darling. Such a sweet cocksucker. Swallow that hot jizz! Cummingggg!" I sucked and swallowed every bitter-salty drop of it and delighted in the taste. I sucked him until I had milked every trickle from his gorgeous black cock. I then let him out of my mouth and just held his relieved balls in my hand, touching him with my cheeks and watching his penis, coated with my saliva, shrink. And I stared in fascination as the mushroom head ducked back into the foreskin of his penis.

"Wonderful," he beamed, cupping my chin in his strong fingers. "Wonderful little cock sucker!"

I had never seen an uncircumcised penis before. It aroused me fiercely, so I took him back into my mouth and licked and sucked with renewed passion until he was once again hard. I then begged Peter to give me all of his hard black cock in my hot white pussy. He lifted me and led me to the bed. 

He made me sit down and lie back. His hot lips kissed my cheeks and eyes and neck and shoulders and chest. He licked and nipped each of my taut nipples while he squeezed me roughly and my moans filled the room. Then he proceeded down across my stomach and down my thighs. "Spread your pretty legs, my hot bitch."

When my thighs were parted, he began to kiss up toward my red bush. He licked and bit and cheeked and caressed every inch of my thighs before reaching the nest of curls above my mound. And, when his lips pinched my love lips, I felt another orgasm flood over me. It was nothing compared to the screaming climax that came when his tongue was exploring the recesses of my puss and assaulting my clit a few minutes later.

He let me come down from that peak while gently caressing my breasts and stomach and thighs. "Put my cock in your delicious puss," he commanded. And, reaching between my widespread legs, I guided him as he mounted me and filled my welcoming puss with his black monster. "Oh, God!" I whimpered as the head slipped between my lips. Almost instantly, I reached an orgasmic peak I had never known before. "So biggg!" I moaned as he slipped in another two inches. It was so beautiful. "Yessss! Gooooodddd!" And soon his full length was buried in me, filling me. Then he began his deliberate movement. My orgasms came in wave after wave while he pounded that black beauty home in my cunt. 

"I want to take your cherry," he declared. 

I almost laughed in my happiness. "You're twenty years too late, lover."

"Not for the cherry I want, slut," he purred. I whimpered when he pulled out of my pussy and I looked into his smiling face. "Get some Vaseline," he commanded. And I didn't hesitate, dashing to the medicine cabinet and returning with a tube of KY Jelly. 

His beautiful hard-on had softened slightly and he took the tube. "Looks like you need to get your lover nice and hard again, Darling," he smiled. I dropped to my knees and began to caress him with my loving fingers and my eager tongue, delighting in the taste of my own juices. "Hold out your hands." I looked up into his smile and held up my hands. He squeezed a glob of jelly into my palm. "Get him nice and slick." I smeared the lube from base to tip of his growing shaft and when he was nice and hard, I put more jelly on my fingers and spread it lovingly over his beautiful knob. "Now, get up here on your knees." 

I suddenly realized what he intended and almost panicked. But my lust quickly overcame my fear as he caressed my ass and ran his fingers over my puckering asshole. He wormed his fingers around in my drooling puss and then gently probed where fingers had never probed before. I never allowed Frank to fuck my ass, but I wouldn't deny Peter anything. I buried my face in the pillow and held my cheeks apart for him as Peter slowly and firmly coated my virgin asshole with lubricant. His fingers slipped deep inside me and heated my passion to furnace heat.

"The first two inches is the painful part," he consoled me. "But it will all be worth it in a few minutes, my darling. Now try to relax." I bit on the sheet as he held my hips and pressed his knob against my sphincter. 

There was a minute of pain before I felt that wonderful knob pop through my pink opening. "Oh!" He ran his hands over my bottom and one hand slipped around to cover my furry mound. "Ooohhh." My first orgasm came as he put two fingers into my puss and gently caressed my clit.

"Now back up to him, Darling." I felt gloriously slutty as I pushed back against him and felt his wonderful tool slip deeper and deeper and deeper in my virgin asshole. 

"Ooohhhh." After some whimpering discomfort, he had me moaning in ecstasy as he squeezed my breasts and pumped that big, uncircumcised black pleasure wand in and out of my tight little asshole. "Yesssssss. Oh, yesss, lover." I came twice as his hard nuts slapped against my steaming puss. 

"Cummming, bitch," he moaned as he pressed his groin hard against my bottom. And I reached back to fondle his nuts as he spurted his load deep into my bowels.

We spent the night kissing and sucking and exploring every inch of each other's bodies. I felt and acted almost like a teen-aged bride. I couldn't get enough of his tongue and fingers and cock in my mouth, pussy or asshole. I even licked his hairy black asshole and loved every lewd lick. He filled my cunt with his hot love juice at least three times and I came so many times I couldn't even venture a guess as to how many. We fucked in every position I could imagine. 

When his uncle called very early in the morning to say he would pick Peter up at 8:00 a.m., I cried. I didn't want my newfound lover to leave me. He scolded me severely for that, saying there would be other times. He said I had behaved badly and needed a little punishment. With that he dragged me to the bathroom and made me kneel in the shower stall. "I know exactly," he said, "what will teach you a lesson." 

He took his black cock in hand, aimed it at me and began pissing. He hadn't gone to the bathroom all night and must have pissed a quart of warm fluid on my head and face and hair and breasts. I welcomed the feel of his hot piss, but the smell made me close my eyes. 

"Open your mouth!" he said. 

I obeyed, expecting a stream of hot piss to hit my tongue. But, he only had a few drops left. I would never dream of letting Frank piss on me, but Peter can piss on me or, if he wants, in me anytime. 




Paradise Found Ch. 01



I wasted no time in giving Peter a blowjob we would not soon forget. Then we showered together and dressed before his uncle arrived. 

When the doorbell rang, I gave Peter one last lingering kiss before turning to the door. Peter stopped me and dabbed at a tear with his handkerchief. "Don't cry, ma chere. We will savor each other again, soon!" he promised.

I was feeling so sorry for myself I wasn't very gracious. I barely noticed that Jacques LeClerque was as handsome, in a more mature way, as his nephew. I also missed the knowing look that passed between them.

We visited for a few minutes and Peter took me in his arms for a long, loving kiss. Right there in front of his uncle, who knew I am a married woman. And I didn't care! I licked my lover's tongue with mine and ground my desperate twat against his thigh as he squeezed my quivering ass. I noticed that Jacques was nodding approvingly and I was defiant. And when I waved goodbye I could feel the tears on my cheeks.

I was totally restless for the rest of the day. When Frank and the boys got home I was torn between confessing to him and ravishing him. I settled for the latter. As soon as dinner was over and the boys were in bed, I led Frank to the bedroom, stripped off his clothes and pushed him onto the bed. There wasn't much foreplay. Instead, I smothered his face and mouth and chest with kisses as I struggled to get my own clothes off. Then I was on top of him, backing against his hard rod and riding him to a glorious climax.

And all the time I was struggling with the question of how I can go back to the gentle, yet boring sex life I have with my husband after my black experience?" I am hooked on Peter's beautiful black cock.



Paradise Found Ch. 02



I could see his towering ebony cock just inches from my face. And I could almost smell and taste the exciting fragrance of cum and sweat and pussy juices that I remembered so well. I was daydreaming at my desk while I pretended to work on a project I'd finished half-an-hour ago. I was a little hurt that he hadn't called for ten days, but I convinced myself that what we had was too good for either of us to let it go.

The buzz of my phone jerked me back to reality with a start.

"It's a Mr. LeClerque, Ms. Randall. He says he's trying to reach your son and hopes you can help," Kelly reported.

It took a couple of seconds to register and then I broke out in a beaming smile as I picked up. "Is that you, Peter," I asked in a businesslike voice, in case Kelly was still on the line.

"Yes, Ma'am, Ms. Randall. How are you?"

"Feeling wonderful," I replied. And in a loving whisper I added, "Now."

"I'm glad. I had a wonderful time last weekend and couldn't wait to get back to town. But there were a bunch of conflicts. Hope you'll forgive my silence."

"I'll forgive you anything, you wonderful man," I whispered.

"Well, I'm going to be in town for some meetings tomorrow afternoon and I had hopes we could have a cup of coffee or something."

My heart soared. "That sounds great, Peter. When will you be free?"

"About three, I think. Is that too early?"

"I'm sure I can work it out. Why don't you give me a call when you get in and I'll let you know the details."

"Sounds great. Talk to you then." And he hung up.

I was on a cloud as I dialed our support office to arrange for use of the bank's apartment. My spirits almost crashed when the clerk told me the apartment was in use by some trainees for the rest of the week. I was on the verge of tears when the phone buzzed again.

"It's Ms. Proctor, Ms. Randall. She's here for your luncheon appointment."

"Tell her I'll be right out." I hopped up and dashed some cold water on my face in my restroom. Then I snatched up my purse and went out to meet Patty with a bright new prance to my step.

Patty Proctor is probably my best friend in the world. She's almost ten years younger than I am and six-inches taller, but we talk the same language on most topics. I had stood by her through a messy divorce from a world-class horse's ass. He was screwing everything that fit the descriptive 'tramp,' and accusing Patty of adultery. She may have been playing around, but he deserved everything he got, and she deserved all she took him for.

We hadn't even made it to the elevator when she asked, "What happened to the gloomies?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"You've been acting like your balloon was full of lead for two weeks and now you're on the top of the world. How could I miss that?"

"I'll fill you in at lunch."

We walked briskly to a small restaurant where we could have a semblance of privacy. Patty's skirt was as short as usual and did nothing to hide her long, slender legs. We always got a lot of appreciative looks on these walks and Patty enjoyed every minute of it. I enjoyed her small talk.

After the waiter had brought our coffee and taken our order to the kitchen, Patty smiled at me. "It's the moment of truth. What has Frank done, or not done, to put you on cloud nine?"

"Oh, Patty, it isn't always the husband."

"It always was in my life," she frowned.

"Well, it isn't Frank. In fact, things are a lot better with Frank than they have been in ages."

"Then what?"

"It's just that I have a chance to visit with a special friend and I'd like it to be sort of private. When I accepted the invitation, I thought I could use our company apartment, but the damned thing is booked."

"No hotels in our fair city?"

"I'm afraid of hotels." And I almost sobbed.

Patty looked at me for only a moment before reaching for her purse. She dug into it and came out with a key ring. Before I could say anything, she pulled off a key and folded it into my hand. "Just let me know when I need to be out with the girls," she smiled.

"Oh, Patty. I cant' ask you to do that."

"You didn't ask me, anymore than I asked you to cover for me and hold my hand when Mr. Bastard was giving me hell. I'm doing it because I love you and because I want to do it."

"Oh, thank you, but what will you do for a key?" 

"I'll tell the super I lost mine and he'll ogle my tits and make some suggestive remarks and give me another one," she smirked.

I thought for a couple of minutes. "If you have something you can do for a couple of hours tomorrow about three?"

"I hope you're going to need more than a couple of hours to 'visit,'" she snorted. "As a matter of fact, I have a hair appointment after work and there's a movie I want to see at the Marchand, so I can't possibly be home before nine." And she gave my hand a squeeze.

"Thank you, darling. I really owe you one."

"If he's good enough for you, just ask him if he has a friend who likes tall blondes." We paid for our meals and were about to leave when she looked at me teasingly. "In the meantime, if you need to distract Frank, tell him to 'Come up and see me sometime,'" she laughed.

"He should be so lucky."

I was at the top of my form for the rest of the afternoon and breezed through dinner with the family. When Frank rolled over to put his hand on my breast later, I was ready. When I first made love with Peter, I thought I might feel guilty. Even worse, I was afraid I might have a hard time making it with Frank. But neither of those worries was valid. After a couple of nights of pleading headache or exhaustion, the soreness had disappeared and left a wonderful itch that only hard cock seemed able to scratch. 

When Frank kissed me goodnight on Tuesday I warmed up enough to practically suck his tonsils out. Before we went to sleep I rode him to a wonderful orgasm and, surprising both of us, gave him the best blowjob of his sweet young life. I'd been truthful when I told Patty that sex with Frank was better than it had been for years. What I didn't admit to either of them was that, when I was swallowing or riding Frank's nice hard prick, I was picturing Peter's big, black monster and imagining his black hands on my excited, white titties. 

I told Kelly I would be taking the afternoon off for some shopping and wrapped up a couple of projects that were high priority.

Kelly buzzed through about eleven. "It's that Mr. LeClerque, Ms. Randall. Would you like me to tell him you're tied up?" 

The suggestion almost made me panic. "No, Kelly. I can talk to him for a minute." When I was sure she was off the line, I picked up. "Hello," I beamed. "How are you this morning?"

"Very excited, as a matter of fact. How about you?"

"I refuse to answer on the grounds . . ."

He laughed his deep rich laugh. "Will you be able to get away?"

I gave him the address and Patty's phone number and we agreed to meet about three. "Do you like Chinese?"

"My second favorite thing to eat," he replied warmly, and I could feel his tongue on my puss.

"Well, let me give you my cell-phone number in case," I told him. And I'll see you at the apartment." My smile was about splitting my face when I hung up.

I was out of the office like a shot at noon and made a beeline to The Butterfly, a little boutique Patty and I had window-shopped from time to time.

The clerk, who was about my age, introduced herself as Maxine and she was especially helpful. "There's nothing like a lovely garter belt," she counseled. "I always wear my panties outside my belt," she said wistfully, "because my rascal loves the feeling of silk stockings around his waist and things go so much more conveniently." And she smiled at my blush. I picked out a couple of outfits that were definitely not for an older married lady.

I made a couple more stops before running by the Chinese restaurant down the street from Patty's place, and made it to the apartment by 2:00. 

I put the Chinese in the fridge and found a note from Patty. "The bottom drawer of my dresser is empty in case you need me to store anything for you. Right side," it said. "Feel free to use anything you need." And I counted my blessings again.

In the bedroom I spread my purchases on the bed and stripped to my birthday suit. I was naked except for my watch and my wedding rings as I studied my refection in Patty's full-length mirror. "Not bad," I thought. I'd brush my hair later, but everything else looked good, I hoped. I opened a small perfume and dabbed a drop behind each ear and on the lower curve of each breast. Then, with a little smile, I dabbed another drop into the dark red fur above my mound. I had trimmed it on Sunday, but it still looked neat and, I hoped, inviting.

I sat on the bed and started to put on the pale green bikini panties when I remembered the sales clerk's comment. I put the panties aside and slipped the slinky, green nylon hose on my legs. I rose and fastened the garter belt around my waist. It was soft and silky and lacy and framed my bush attractively. It took a minute to get the hose attached and the effect was great. I slipped on the panties and picked up the bra. The cups were almost non-existent and they lifted my breasts without fully covering my pink nipples. The effect in the mirror was still exciting and the gauzy top of the baby-dolls promised my darling an almost unobstructed view. I slipped on the jacket and dug out a brush to run through my hair.

When I was decked out to my satisfaction, I put all the trash away and dug into the last bag. I lifted out the bright white beach robe I'd bought for Peter and hugged it to my chest. Then I draped it on chair and checked to make sure everything was ready. I was nervous as a cat, but it was almost three and I knew I wouldn't have to wait much longer.

I trembled when the buzzer sounded and I tried to keep my cool when I responded, "Yes?"

"May I come up?"

"Oh, please, come," I sighed as I pressed the release. I was leaning against the door when I heard his soft knock.

I swung the door open and he came in carrying a long flower box.

"Flowers for me?" I beamed as he presented the box to me.

"For you, my sweet little cunt," he beamed, "but put the box in the kitchen and let me get a look at you."

His nasty words heightened my excitement and I walked to the kitchen as fast as I could in the high heeled green bedroom slippers I'd bought to go with my outfit. They were a little awkward, but I knew they lifted my legs and bottom attractively. When I returned to the living room, Peter smiled and held out his arms and I raced to him. The kiss was worth everything and I felt almost like I'd gone to heaven. His hands on my back and bottom and breasts were everything I remembered and I was ready to drag him to the bedroom.

"Not yet, my precious slut," he scolded, gently. "First let me see what you've brought me."

I felt warmed by his words and a little confused, but he beamed.

"Move over to the window and move for me. Dip and sway and dance and let me see how beautiful and exciting you are."

I quickly complied and, as I was swaying seductively, he moved to open the drapes so I was bathed in warm afternoon light. I could see I was also completely revealed to anyone who might happen to look out their window in the building across the courtyard, but it made no difference. What I wanted was for Peter to see and to approve! 

"Beautiful. Beautiful. Even better than I remember."

His words were making me hotter and wetter as I continued to move as seductively as I could.

"Let me see if you taste as good as I remember," he said, moving closer. I would have dragged him to the bedroom, but he stopped me. "Not yet, darling. I want you to dip your fingers in your honey pot and let me have a taste." I started to move away from the windows, but he spoke harshly. "Stay right there, my little bitch, and gather some of that honey from your sweet hot puss. In fact," he added, "face the window so I can see better when you push down your pretty panties."

I didn't want to argue. I wanted to please. And I turned to face the window and slipped my hands under the hem of the gauzy top. I pushed the panties down far enough to let me spread my legs a bit and looked to him for approval.

"Perfect," he beamed.

I was already wet and I dipped two fingers into that hot nest to coat them with my aromatic fluids. When I held my hand out to him, he took it gently and brought it to his lips. He breathed deeply. 

"Wonderful," said approvingly. Then he sucked both fingers into his mouth, caressing them with his hot tongue. "Delicious!" he proclaimed. I was so happy and excited I almost cried. "Now tell me whose hot little cunt you are."

I was surprised at his tone. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I want you to tell me whose hot little cunt you are." His hand reached out and his fingers closed tightly on my breast. "So tell me, my little love slave."

He might have been playing a game, but his words and his fingers were incredibly exciting and I wanted to be his love slave. "I'm yours, Peter, darling," I sighed.

His fingers squeezed me harder. "Listen to me, my darling little bitch. I want you to tell me that you are my hot little cunt." He released my breast and there was a little surge of pain. I must have hesitated. "Unless you want to call the whole thing off," he frowned.

"Oh, no, darling," I almost panicked. "I'm your hot little cunt, darling. Please, darling," I pleaded, "let me be your hot little cunt. And your love slave," I pleaded.

His smile almost made me melt. "That's better. Now come and suck your favorite cock." My resistance was fading and I moved to touch him. "You can have a kiss later, slut. Right now I want to feel your hot mouth on my cock."

I dropped to my knees and unbuckled his belt. I let his trousers fall to his knees and unsnapped his shorts. My humiliation was rewarded with the sight of his semi-rigid ebony pole. I reached out to cup his huge balls and put my other hand around his shaft. "Oh darling, I've been dreaming of this for days," I sighed as I pressed him to my cheek. "What a wonderful cock." I touched him with my tongue. "What a delicious cock." I kissed him and then I opened my mouth and closed it over him. I could feel him grow harder and bigger in my mouth and my pussy began to actually drip.

He put his hand under my chin and backed away from my lips. "Whose hot little cock sucker are you, my darling?"

"I'm yours, darling."

He pinched my chin and looked into my eyes. "Tell me you're my hot little cock sucker, bitch," he commanded.

I realized were he was going, and I realized it was what I'd been expecting and maybe hoping for all week. "I'm your hot little cock sucker, my darling." 

"And who is your master?"

I knew the answer. "You are my master, darling."

"And you will do anything I ask you to?"

I'd already decided. "I'll do anything you ask me to, darling." And I knew it was true.

He pinched my chin fiercely. "Who is your master," he demanded.

I winced. "You are my master," I almost sobbed. What did he want?

"And what will you do for me?"

I figured it out. "I'll do anything you ask me to do." And I emphasized the word, "Master!"

He smiled and caressed my chin and cheek. "Wonderful, my hot little cock sucking slut. Now get me good and hard." For the next few minutes he let me kiss and lick and suck his wonderful ram, even after it had risen to its towering length. 

I was delighted when he lay down and I would have climbed on his rising cock, but he stopped me. "Take off your panties and sit on my face, slave." I wasted no time, and the heat of his tongue rewarded me as it caressed my thighs and the firm lips of my puss. "Delicious!"

Soon his hands were pinching and touching my back and hips and ass and breasts as his tongue probed deep into my puss and toyed with my hard clit. "Oh, yes, Master. Good! Gooood!"

And he murmured his approval as a powerful orgasm racked me and sent my hot juices flooding over his face and lips. "Delicious."

I tried to cling to him, hold him when he pulled me to my feet. "You give wonderful head, my little slave, and you are delicious, but we have other things to enjoy just now." He watched as I put on my panties then he looked around the room. "Does your friend have a big flower vase?"

"I'll find one." I dashed to the kitchen and dug through the high cabinets. I took down the biggest of three vases and filled it with water.

Peter watched from the doorway. "Take it to the balcony."

I was aware of my near nakedness as I opened the doors and carried the vase to the patio table. "What the hell," I told myself. "I want to please him as much as I can." I put the vase down and turned to him as he brought the box from the kitchen and put it on the table.

"Take off your jacket." He commanded. I didn't really consider refusing. Instead, I slipped the flimsy green fabric off and tossed it on a chair. Peter smiled. "Now the top." I looked to make sure he wasn't teasing, then gripped the hem and pulled it up over my head and tossed it to the chair. He smiled, his eyes caressing the hot mounds of my exposed breasts "Very good, my darling. And very exciting titties," he smiled. Now open your flowers."

I could feel a trickle down my leg as I opened the box to discover six beautiful yellow roses." "They're gorgeous, Master." And I arranged them in the vase, increasingly aware of the heat in my puss. God I wanted him.

"And so are you, my delightful slave. But there's something more in the box."

I rummaged under the next layer of paper to find a huge black object. I held it up curiously and turned beet red when I realized it was a huge dildo with heads at both ends. I shyly turned to him, holding it at my waist, a question in my eyes.

He was smiling. "It will give you a comforter when I can't be with you," he explained, and his words started my juices flowing again.

I actually felt appreciation mixed with my excitement. "Oh, thank you, Master."

He kissed me gently, letting his tongue caress mine. "Do you like it?"

"It's beautiful, darling. I love it and I love you for your thoughtfulness."

"I'm glad. Now I'd like to watch you play with it like you do with my prick." I looked at him in amazement and saw that he was completely serious and that this was part of the subjugation he intended for me. "If you want to play with mine again."

I did want to play with his cock again and again. Would have preferred it to this latex imitation. But he wasn't offering me a choice. I raised it to my lips and kissed it. That was when I discovered it was coated with cum. The smell was wonderful, and when I gave it a little lick the taste was even better. In a few moments I had kissed and licked and slobbered over that beautiful toy until all his cum was devoured and I was hungry for more.

"Let's have something to eat," he suggested.

I left the dildo on the table while I hurried to fix the Chinese. It was almost five and I was grateful that Patty had given me more time than I asked for. I carried the heated food to the patio and asked if he wanted anything more.

"I want to see your beautiful breasts," he smiled. "Take off your bra."

I looked around at buildings across from us and beside us. "But someone might see, Master," I protested.

"Then let them eat their hearts out, slut." His voice grew firm. "Show me your titties."

I was overpowered, and resigned. I reached behind my back and unhooked the skimpy bra. It joined the pile of fabric on the chair. I stood erect, almost gasping, and let him admire my excited breasts with their tight pink buds

"Very good, cunt," Peter smiled. Hi pinched one nipple hard and said, "Your titties are very exciting." Then he stood and stripped off his shirt. All of my embarrassment was replaced by lust at sight of his hard chest and tight rippled stomach. I felt my knees go weak as an orgasm washed over me. I have no idea what I ate or how it tasted.




Paradise Found Ch. 02



When we were finished, I cleared the table and cleaned up the kitchen. I was surprised it was already six. 

When I returned to the patio, Peter was still at the table. "Come and sit on my lap," he invited. I moved to him eagerly and was rewarded with a long, deep kiss while his hands cupped and caressed and squeezed my breasts and waist and hip and thighs. He kissed his way down to my welcoming breast as his hand slipped between my thighs. "Take off your panties." I would have tugged them down, but he stopped me. "Stand up and take them off for me," he commanded gently.

I was still wearing the slippers, and when I stood, I knew my legs were stretched excitingly. I twirled slowly and bent toward him to let him caress my breasts. Then I hooked my fingers under the band of the panties and started pushing them down to my knees. "Beautiful bush," he commented as I pulled the fabric off one foot and then the other.

I would have returned to his lap, but he stopped me. "Try your latex lover on for size." I looked at him in amazement, but I quickly saw he was quite serious. He held out the big dildo. "Give it some slobber and put it in your snatch, slave," he growled.  

And that's what I did. I licked and slobbered on that hard tool until it was almost dripping. Then I put my foot up on his chair and smiled at him. "Would you like to take my cherry, Master?"

He gave me his brightest smile and exulted, "Wonderful." He almost brought me to orgasm with his firm caresses to my legs and hips and butt. I writhed when he slipped two big fingers into my burning twat. "Ready?"

I nodded. "Please be gentle, Master."

He took the dildo from my outstretched hand and rubbed it up and down my thighs. He caressed the lips of my eager puss and teased it with the tip of the black monster. Then I was leaning on him, my breast pressed against the side of his head as he slipped one inch inside my flaming slit. "Oh!" Then another. "Uugghh!" And another. "Yesss!" And another until half the length was nestled within me. It was fabulous. And I had come half-a-dozen times before he had it fully inserted.

"How is the fit?"

"It's wonderful, Master. Almost as wonderful as your beautiful cock."

"I think we should do a comparison. Stand up." When I moved to remove the black invader, he stopped me. "Leave it there for the moment." Then he looked into my eyes. "Does it excite you?"

"Oh god, yes," I panted.

"Good. Now, undress me." He stood and let me strip off his slacks and shoes and socks and shorts. I was almost out of my mind with lust. "Get me good and wet," he commanded and I knelt before him to wet his ram with my spittle-filled kisses while the black imitation filled my puss and made me boil.

He sat back on the chair and reached for the dildo between my legs. He slipped it gently from my puss and held it to his lips. I watched enchanted as he licked my juices from the black prod. Then he turned my back to him. "Bring us to joy," he murmured.

It was all I needed. I straddled his legs and reached between my legs to guide him into my deprived slot. "Yessss!" I came before I had him all the way inside. He reached around to squeeze my tits and one hand went to my clitoris.

"Fuck me, slave," he commanded and I began to rise. When I was lowering myself onto him again, he murmured in my ear. "Put on a good show for our audience."

With a jolt, I looked around us. When I looked up at the facing building, I saw a young couple on a balcony two floors up. The girl had long strawberry-blond hair and was beautiful. The man was taller and equally good-looking. They were both leaning on their railing, smiling and silently applauding in appreciation. My embarrassment vanished in a surge of pride. I put them out of my mind as I concentrated on pleasing Peter and myself.

I must have come a dozen times before I felt his cock throb within me and begin to spurt his gobs of hot come deep in my cunt. "Goooodd little puss!" he cried out to my delight. "Hot little slut. Wonderful! Wonderful!"

When he was almost soft, Peter whispered in my ear. "Throw them a kiss." I felt him lift my breasts as if making an offering. Then I looked up and smiled my best smile and threw a dozen kisses toward them. I beamed with pride as they returned the gesture. 

It was after seven and Peter and I showered and he buried his mouth between my legs to give me another wonderful orgasm. I washed out my panties, but there was no time to dry them, so I left them hanging on the towel rack.

Peter looked around the bedroom as I packed the rest of my outfit and my wonderful new toy into the bottom drawer with his robe. He held up a photograph. "Is this your friend?" 

It was a picture of Patty, in a brief bikini bathing suit, with her mother and father. "Her name is Patty and she's the best friend a girl could ever have."

"She's also beautiful," he commented. "Nice smile, great tits and an attractive puss. Is she a good lover?" 

I felt myself blush. "I don't have any idea," I stammered. "She's not that kind of friend." Then we turned off the lights and walked to the elevator.



Paradise Found Ch. 03



I was still on a high when I penned a note to Patty thanking her again and apologizing for the condition we'd left her apartment in then hurried to join Peter.

When we reached the lobby, I was surprised to see a young couple waiting across the lobby. As they started toward us, I realized they were our appreciative audience from next door and I felt my face turn beet red.

The young man held out his hand. "Hi, folks. My name is Ken Robbins and this is my wife, Barbie. We wanted to meet you and to say, 'Thanks.'"

"Ken and Barbie," Peter laughed. "Bet you get more than a few jibes about that." He shook Ken's hand enthusiastically. "I'm Peter LeClerque and this is my slave, Cammie, and the pleasure was all ours." The three of them laughed. I was still blushing, but I shook hands and stood proud in the face of Ken's doubting look.

"Your slave?"

"Absolutely." Peter registered the doubt in Ken's smile. "Cammie, give Ken a good hot French kiss and play with his cock."

Surprised, but determined not to embarrass Peter or give in to Ken's skepticism, I moved to Ken, put my hand behind his head and pulled myself up to press my lips to his, my breasts flattened against his chest. In a moment his tongue was inside my mouth and my loins were heating up again. I let my other hand squeeze between our bodies and found a nice hard prick to fondle. As it swelled in my hand I could tell it was about the size of Frank's.

"You can play with her tits, if you want to."

Ken did want to and his fingers were soon cupping and caressing and squeezing my firm mounds. I was almost breathless when we moved apart. "Great body," he smiled, "and great kisser."

"Mustn't let Barbie feel neglected," Peter said. Why don't you give her some of the same."

Both Barbie and I started to protest that we'd never done anything like that, but Peter gripped my arm firmly and Ken taunted Barbie. "Go on, honey. She tastes great and feels super."

Then I was experiencing my first passion kiss with another woman. Her breath was beautiful and the feel of her breasts against mine was surprisingly exciting. Her tongue was as hot and eager as my own.

I felt Peter's hand lifting mine to Barbie's breast. I couldn't resist. Her titty felt like a perfect cone and it was almost as firm as the dildo. Oh youth. Then Barbie's hand was squeezing my breast and I was on the verge of cumming. We were both gasping when we parted.

I hadn't seen Peter press Barbie's hand against his cock before she raised it to touch me. And I didn't see him pass a business card to Ken as Barbie and I kissed.

Going Home

Peter walked with me to my car and I dropped him off at the student hostel where he was attending his meetings. I made the lonely trip home and marveled at the changes that had assaulted my life in the last two weeks. I've had more sex, and more enjoyable sex, than I've had in the last ten years of my humdrum marriage. I've done things I would have sworn I would never do. And with men, and a woman, I would never have expected to be with. I was struck by the knowledge that it was lust, not love, that was driving me in a mid-life crisis of some sort. And I wouldn't let it harm my family. I couldn't help wondering where it would go. But, I decided not to let the thought depress me.

I had told Frank I would be out with Patty, so he'd taken the boys out for dinner and they were in their rooms. 

Frank had an expectant look in his eyes as he greeted me with a big kiss. "How was your day, honey?"

"It had its ups and downs," I replied truthfully.

"I know the feeling. How is Patty?"

"Suffering from withdrawal, I'm afraid. I'm sure she's not getting any regular loving since she broke up with her last boyfriend."

"Sexy girl like that shouldn't have any problem getting a date if she's really interested." I remembered seeing Frank and several of our friends and neighbors making passes at Patty when she came to our parties.

"Well, there are dates and there are dates."

"Are you hungry?"

"No thanks. I had Chinese and I'm about worn out. Think I'll call it a day."

"Sounds like a good idea."

We went upstairs and got ready for bed without much talk. When Frank turned over to kiss me goodnight, I surprised myself. And HIM! I kissed him with a long, deep kiss while I caressed his chest beneath his pajamas. "I've changed my mind," I whispered. "I think I would like a little snack." I kissed his chin and his neck. I kissed his shoulder and his chest. My hand moved across his stomach and under the waistband of his pajama bottoms. I kissed his nipples and his stomach and I unsnapped his pajamas. His cock was almost completely erect by the time I kissed it on the tip. "Uummmm," I sighed. "This looks tasty." I was sure he couldn't believe it. I know I couldn't believe I was so hot. I licked him and sucked him until I felt he was about to come. "Does this lollypop have anything in it?" I asked."

"Keep that up and you'll find out in a minute," he moaned.

And just then Patty's comment at lunch popped into my mind and I began to giggle. I knew Frank thought she was hot stuff and the picture that came to my mind almost broke me up.

"What's so funny?" Frank asked as he ran his hands over my shoulders.

I licked at him and said, "Patty told me to tell you, 'Come up and see me sometime.' And I just wondered what she would think if she could trade places with me right now." I took him back in my hot mouth and felt him get even harder. 

We both knew what he was imagining as I bobbed my head over his prick. And he soon rewarded me with a deep, "Oh, yes, baby. Wonderful." and a mouthful of hot cum.

Ken and Barbie

Life was good during the next few days, except for the fact that I hungered for Peter almost every minute. Even my bosses commented on my high spirits and the renewed excitement I brought to my work.

Patty accepted my thanks graciously and was diplomatic enough not to pry about my 'visit' though she adopted a knowing look. 

I apologized for cluttering her bathroom with my panties and she laughed. "I put them away for you, darling. The roses were more than enough payment." She smiled. "I loved your outfit. Wish I could have seen his face when you modeled that for him." She looked thoughtful. "And I was fascinated with your plaything." She laughed again at my blush. "Wouldn't it be wonderful to find a man with that kind of equipment?" She watched my reaction and seemed satisfied, by my silence, that I had done just that.

I found myself sneaking looks at her fabulous figure that I always sort of took for granted. And I surprised myself by wondering what it would be like to kiss her and caress her fabulous boobs. And have her caress mine! God, what was happening to me?

Peter called a couple of times in the next few days to tell me he missed me and to leave me limp with desire and wet with lust. He always insisted I tell him I was his hot little cock sucker.

I learned later that the handsome Ken had called Peter on Saturday to arrange a meeting. Apparently they got together for a drink at a small bar near Patty's.

"You and Cammie are about the hottest number I've ever seen," Ken gushed.

"She's a great lady," Peter replied. "But she's been bored at home and is hungry for loving.'

"Well, she obviously got that. But how did you get her to agree to 'slavery?'"

"First, tell me how Barbie reacted to the whole thing."

"Well. For one thing she was so hot she almost screwed my eyes out that night. And the next morning! And last night, too." He beamed, then frowned a little frown. "I confess I got a little jealous once when she slipped and muttered, 'Big black cock.'"

Peter smiled. "There's a price to pay. Do you think she'd buy being your slave?"

"Right now I wouldn't be surprised at anything, but I'm sure she is fantasizing about black loving."

"Well, you can check out the slavery part, if you want." Then he told Ken about a movie called "Paradise Found" about slave training. He described some of the more enticing action in the plot. 

Peter opened his case and pulled out a dvd. "Why don't you watch it with her to see if it turns her on enough to give you head. Or at least a hand job."

"God, that would be something."

"Then you can let me know what happens and we can decide what training might work for her." They smiled at each other conspiratorially. "What did she think about your kissing Cammie?"

"A little jealous at first, I think. But, she admitted it got her more than a little hot. She asked if squeezing Cammie's tits turned me on."

"How could it help?"

"That's what I said."

"And how about her kissing Cammie?"

"She hasn't admitted it, but I think it really got to her." 

"But nothing negative?"

"Oh, no. Just that it was a first for her. And I've noticed she looks at a couple of her girlfriends a little differently now. More appraisingly."

"That might be a good sign."

"God, I'd love to see her get it on with another beautiful woman."

As they were leaving the bar, Peter reminded Ken to try the movie and see where things went. He knew it was an unnecessary reminder since he'd seen the excitement in Ken's eyes as he described the film.

Peter didn't tell me he was in town, again, the following weekend. He and Ken had met to talk about the movie and Barbie's training.

"It was unbelievable," Ken reported as they sipped their drinks. "At first Barbie was reluctant. But she felt secure in our living room and snuggled up to me. When she saw the 'trainees' and heard about the law of silence, she started rubbing my leg. She didn't make a fuss when I started rubbing my hand on her thigh. As they were starting the banquet, she let me put my hand under her dress and she spread her legs so I could caress her puss.

"She didn't make a fuss when I unzipped my fly and hauled out my straining cock. And she put her hand on my hot meat without an invitation. When they went walking in the mountains, she surprised me by bending over and licking my raging hardon. I almost came in her mouth right then, and I couldn't keep my hands off her tits. It was all we could do to sit through the rest of the film before I had her stripped and on her knees. She even seemed to enjoy it when I swatted her bottom a couple of times while I was jamming it to her from behind."

"And how did you like the film?"

"It was exciting as hell."

"Even the part about sharing their wives with all the other masters and trainees."

"I hadn't thought about it a lot before, but it seems like a reasonable price to pay for all the pleasure it might provide."

"It provides a world of pleasure," Peter assured him. "Now let me have your phone number. And try to keep next Thursday free, if you can."

"Both of us?"

"What do you think?" Peter smiled.

Something Special

"Hello, my sweet little bitch," he said softly when I picked up the phone.

"Oh, Master. I've missed you so."

"And I've missed you, too. Can you come to me tomorrow?"

"I'm sure I can get the apartment."

"Why don't you ask Patty for her place. We've left some things there. Remember?"

"Of course, Master. I'm sure she'll let us have it tomorrow, but I'll need to check. Can I call you back?"

Patty was as agreeable as ever and asked if I needed anything she could help with. When I assured her I didn't, she reminded me to ask him about a friend.

"I have a friend who would love to hold your hand," I chirped. It was the last thing in my mind to put her together with Frank. But he had joked a couple of times that he'd be 'willing to help' if it were all right with me and with her.

"Not in a thousand years!" She proclaimed. Then she added, looking at her lap, "Unless you were okay with it." I was a little surprised to see the hunger in her eyes.

The next day, I stopped at the little boutique on my way to the apartment. It was quiet in the shop and Maxine's eyes lit up when she saw me. 

"Hello, my dear. You look lovely."

"Thank you, Maxine. It's nice to see you."

"Did you like your outfit?" and I knew she was asking if my friend liked the wispy temptation.

"I loved it," I beamed. "But I'd like something different this time."

"How about some delightful lounging pajamas?" she asked. At my little frown, she continued. "Let me show you."

They weren't like any lounging outfit I'd ever seen. Instead of silk or satin, they were more revealing than the Baby Doll. You could read a newspaper through the sheer lace fabric. I'm sure my smile gave away my pleasure. She held up the bottoms and called my attention to the seam at the crotch. "And if you get in a hurry or want some variety," she pushed two fingers against the seam and it parted to let her fingers pop through. I gasped.

"And they look especially inviting with this." She held up a sheer white bra. It took me a minute to realize that the cups had lace-trimmed openings in the middle. My breasts would be lifted, but the nipples and most of my beauties would be completely exposed, and framed. I blushed, but she moved right along. "And, of course, you'd want white accessories." She quickly found a white garter belt, panties (with an open crotch seam), slippers and hose.

I was almost dripping by the time I picked up some deli cold cuts, salad and wine and got to the apartment. I put the food in the fridge and hurried to the bedroom. 

My toy was in the bottom of the drawer and I held it to my cheek and licked the tip before putting it back. I dressed slowly, daydreaming about what was ahead.

My pulse was racing when he knocked. A smile lighted my face as he admired me. He took me in his arms and we kissed a long, deep, exciting kiss that left me breathless. "Now move for me, my little slut," he growled as he began to take off his clothes. I pranced around the room like a cheerleader. I cupped and caressed my breasts and did my best to seduce him. I beamed as his wonderful black monster came into view. "Beautiful, beautiful," he affirmed as he held out his hands.

I flew to his arms and we kissed again, my stomach pressed tight against his hardness. Then I kissed his cheeks and chin and neck. I sucked on his delicious nipples and ran my tongue down over his rippled stomach. I sank to my knees and rubbed my cheek against the bush of curly black hair above his towering cock. And then, joy of joy, I was kissing and licking and sucking that wonderful gift.

"May I take you all the way, Master?" I pleaded.

"Of course, my beautiful bitch." He put his hands on my head and began to pump gently into my hot mouth while I caressed his huge balls. In a few minutes I felt him tighten and I sucked firmly as he spurted again and again.

When I had licked him clean, he pulled me to my feet. "Bring me my robe, if you will, please, my little cock sucker."

My puss was crying for his touch, but I ran to the bedroom and brought him the robe. He rewarded me by pinching one pink nipple fiercely enough to make me cum. "Now tell me about your week," he commanded.

I tried to tell him anything I could think of that might whet his appetite. I even told him about sucking Frank after our last date. 

"That's wonderful," he complimented. "Frank deserves your loving, too." He told me about his meetings with Ken and I was embarrassed and excited and flattered. "And what have you told Patty?" There wasn't much to report. "And have you imagined what fun it would be to see her sucking on Frank's prick?"

I reluctantly admitted I had.

"We'll deal with that later," he smiled. "Now." He passed me a slip of paper. "Why don't you call Ken and see if he'd like to bring Barbie down for a drink?" I knew it wasn't an option.

I was surprised and a little hurt that he would let them have part of our time together, but I took the paper and moved to the phone. I tried to be very business-like as I talked with Ken and extended the invitation. 

When I put the phone down, Peter kissed me. "Well done, bitch. Now drop your panties." I didn't hesitate, pulling the bottoms and the sheer bikinis down to my knees. Peter knelt behind me and licked the globes of my bottom. "Spread your cheeks." And, as I held my hard buns apart, I felt his tongue on my puckering asshole and probing against the lips of my drooling puss. His fingers caressed my thighs and slipped deep into my slit, bringing me to orgasm almost instantly. He hugged me, kissing the back of my neck and rolling by nipples in his fingers, as I recovered. "Now, get ready for our guests."

I heard the doorbell and, then, voices in the living room as I dried my puss and adjusted my outfit and checked my makeup. I was blushing, but I was determined to please Peter. Ken almost choked when I walked into the room.

"Oh, Cammie," Barbie gushed. "You look so beautiful." She moved to me and pecked at my cheek. "You'll have Ken cumming in his pants." She seemed almost overdressed in a sheer blue blouse with a flimsy bra above her short skirt. "Is the garter belt comfortable?"

"I love it."

Peter watched us. "She might like to kiss your nipples, darling," he suggested.

Barbie looked into my eyes and a blush brightened her lovely face.

"Would you, darling Barbie?" I asked as I began to unbutton the jacket. She quivered timidly, but she bent over to touch one hard button with her lips. "You can suck a little if you like," I said loud enough for the men to hear. She shucked her reluctance and let her lips close firmly over my hard knob. "Oh," I encouraged, "that feels delightful." My hands caressed her neck and shoulders and I felt myself getting hotter. She moved to my other nipple and offered no resistance as I reached to cup her hard boobs. God, she was hard. And her lips were magical.

"Pinch my nip nips, Cammie," she murmured between kisses. And I gladly obliged until she gasped and began kissing her way back to my lips. "My goodness," she stammered.

"Do I get to say hello, too?" Ken beamed.

I looked to Peter and was pleased to see him nod assent. I held the top open and leaned back a little to raise my breasts. "Hello, you handsome stud," I purred. His kiss to my lips was better than the first had been. And his sucking kisses on my nipples almost had me coming in my panties.

Peter and Barbie had both moved closer to watch Ken as he sank to one knee. "Barbie, darling, Peter couldn't believe me when I told him how firm your nip nips are," I almost dared her. My hands held Ken's head to my titty and I almost gasped as his hands moved up my thigh. "Yes, love," I encouraged.

I could see her beam at Peter. "Would you like to see for yourself?" she teased. Then she moved to his open arms and flattened those precious beauties against his robed chest. I could see his tongue moving inside her cheek, but my momentary jealousy vanished as Ken's fingers found my mound.

I smiled as she reached for Peter's hand and encouraged him to caress her titty. Slender fingers caressed his neck and shoulders and long reddish-blonde hair swirled around his black chest as he squeezed that hard mound. His pinches soon had her moaning, "Yes, darling. Yessss! That feels so grrreaaaattt!" Even Ken looked up at her with a smile on his face.

Ken and Peter were both still hard when Peter called a time-out. "Let's have a drink and cool off a little," he suggested.

Ken offered to open the wine and we gathered around the kitchen table. My top was still unbuttoned, but pulled closed over my chest. The wine was delicious and the tension subsided a little.

"It's a shame to hide those beautiful breasts, Cammie," Peter smiled. "Barbie, would you help her with her jacket?" Barbie looked at me and I smiled my encouragement. She moved behind me and slipped the jacket off. "Isn't her skin lovely? It just begs to be caressed."

Soft, gentle fingers began to move smoothly over my neck and shoulders and upper back. "You're delightful," Barb muttered. The men were watching her and looking hungrily at my pointing nipples. 




Paradise Found Ch. 03



When she sat beside me I ran my hand from her knee almost to her mound and moved my lips close to her ear. "I really loved your kisses," I whispered. I must have been staring as I imagined how her darling breasts must look and feel and taste.

"Slave." The word brought me back to reality.

"Yes, Master."

"Stand up and come over this way." As I moved behind Barbie, he stopped me. "Show us Barbie's delicious titties."

I saw the surprise on Ken's face and could imagine the thoughts racing through Barbie's mind. My hands hurried to her shoulders and I pinched her fiercely on the nape of the neck.

"Ow," she whimpered and I quickly pressed my lips to the place I had pinched. I nipped her skin and bit it gently with my teeth. I smelled her perfume as I licked her lovely neck almost to her ear. Then I felt her hand on the back of my head, holding me, her fingers twisting my hair. Encouraging me. I moved my hands to her armpits and pinched my way down her sides. She whimpered with each pinch, but made no move to stop me.

"Sit up straight," I commanded when my fingers were at her hips. Then I pinched the skin on both sides of her spine as I gripped the fabric of her blouse and tugged it free of her skirt. I moved around her waist, pinching and tugging until the shirt was free. I caressed the trembling stomach under the shirt and pinched here and there. She whimpered and sighed and seemed almost on the brink of orgasm and I would have loved to bring her over, but I had an assignment. I unbuttoned the bottom button and pinched the skin it had covered and scraped her gently with my nails. Gradually, I worked my way to the top button and when it was open I pushed the cloth back over her shoulders and off her arms. The looks in the men's eyes rewarded my efforts.

I slipped the bra straps off her shoulders and raked her skin with my nails. I pinched the tops of her breasts and slipped my fingers down between her lovely mounds to tug open the front closure. When I moved the cups away from her breasts, both men exclaimed and I felt Barbie sit straighter.

"Wonderful, my darling. And Barbie, you're even prettier than I imagined!"

She didn't reply and both men watched as I began to pinch her again. Looking over her shoulder, I was enchanted with the sight of pink flesh shaped like two tiny volcanoes with bright pink projections at their summits. I pinched slowly, moving only a half-inch between assaults. Her little cries punctuated my movements, but she made no move to stop me. She was gasping by the time my fingers pinched the bottoms of those mounds and spread to cup her lovelies.

"Let me get you off, darling. Please," I said softly.

For reply she covered my hands with her own and whispered, "Pinch me, Cammie. Please pinch me."

I joyfully pinched and squeezed and twisted those hard breasts and I felt her getting closer to orgasm. I whispered in her ear as I pinched as hard as I could.

"Yeeeeesss!" she screamed. "Yeeesss!. God! God! God!" and her body shook with the fury of the release that racked her. For a moment she may have even fainted, but she never took my hands from their precious perches.

"Come here, Barbie," Peter commanded when she'd had time to recover. She moved hesitantly to stand in front of him. Everyone watched as he forced his hand between her legs. "Dip your fingers in that hot little snatch and let Ken see how good your love juices taste."

"But I never," and her protest was cut short when Peter pinched her wickedly behind her knee. "Oh god!" she cried and I could see that she had cum violently.

"Spread them!" His hand had moved under her short skirt and half way up her thigh.

"No, Peter. Please." She made a feigned attempt to push herself free and her hesitation was cut short as he pinched her to another violent orgasm. "It hurts," she whimpered.

Ken might have moved to interfere, but I pressed my breast hard against his bare arm and reached down to grip his lovely cock through his trousers.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Oh, no," she whimpered again. "It hurts so good."

"Then give Ken a taste of your pussy juices."

"Please. No. I never . . ." His fingers must have been on her pussy lips because the scream she let out was enough to alarm the neighbors. "I can't," she sobbed, shuddering, as she almost collapsed onto Peter's shoulder.

"Then get dressed and take Ken back home."

Tears streaming down her cheeks, Barbie looked at him as she stood straight and I hated to see her leave so soon. But she delighted us all when she raised the hem of her skirt and slid her hand down under her panties and panty hose. In a moment, she raised her dripping fingers and held her hand out to Peter. "Taste me, darling. Please taste me."

"Ken first."

She turned to her husband and held out her hand. Peter watched with a smile as Ken licked and sucked each finger clean of the sweets she offered. "God, you're delicious, Babe." Barbie was ready to refresh her offering for Peter and looked disappointed when he stood.

"Let's go into the bedroom for a while," Peter commanded. "Cammie, help Barbie freshen up in the bathroom, but don't touch each other. Do you understand?"

We both nodded our understanding and bounced into the bathroom like a couple of schoolgirls.

"I feel left out," I pouted when we were alone.

"What do you mean, darling?" she looked seriously concerned.

"Ken got a nice taste and I feel jealous," I pouted.

Barbie looked amazed and she also looked excited. "Would you really like to?"

"I've never tasted another woman, but I think I'd like to," I beamed. And I couldn't contain my joy as she lifted her skirt and dipped her fingers into her hot little nest. We were disobeying Peter and I didn't know what might happen about that, but the smell and taste of her were irresistible. "Oh god, Barb. You're so delicious." I licked her fingers clean. "I can understand why men go so wild for the taste of a beautiful puss."

Ken looked at Peter. "God, Peter, I've never seen her cum so many times. She is so hot."

"She needs a lot of training, but I think you would enjoy the results." He paused when we came back. "Barbie, darling."

"Yes?"

"Show Ken what delightful treasures Cammie is concealing under her lovely outfit." Barb's eyes brightened and she moved quickly to unsnap my pants and tug them down over my feet. She looked at Peter. "Panties, too," he responded to her unspoken question and she tugged the white bikinis off and away.

"What a beautiful bush, darling," she sighed. And she and Ken admired my slender legs and the effect of my white garter belt above the sheer white hose.

"Now show Ken how good she tastes."

She might have resisted, but the lust was too great. Long fingers traced their way over my thighs and across the hot lips of my flooding puss. In a moment she had pressed three of those precious fingers deep inside me to caress the folds of my vagina. Then she withdrew them and held her hand out to Ken. 

"Not like that, beautiful," Peter interrupted. We all looked at him, confused. He smiled. "Ken and Cammie will enjoy it much more if you let him lick it off her delicious titties."

Barbie almost laughed as she reached up to slather the juices on my throbbing breasts. Her eyes were filled with mischief as she pinched my hard buds. Then she smiled at Ken and said, "Come and get it, lover."

His tongue soon had me gasping and I caressed his neck and back and shoulders as he licked and sucked every inch of my breasts.

"Now show Cammie how exciting Ken's prick is, darling."

She didn't hesitate, quickly tugging his shirt off over his head. Then she dropped to her knees in front of him. His clothes were soon on the floor and she was holding his hard cock in both hands. "Isn't he beautiful, Cammie?"

I could only sigh and tremble at the sight of that rigid monster.

"Now let her see how good it feels to have him in her hot little puss, darling. Give her to him doggie style."

She released him and turned to me. She quickly had me leaning on the bed as she caressed my firm bottom and let her fingers dip into my drooling puss. "Come on, Kenny. She's so hot and wet and ready! And you will love it." I could tell she was guiding Ken's hard ram into my steaming nest.

"God!" I screamed as he gently drove that rod deep into me. I couldn't believe myself, but I couldn't deny the lusty pleasure I was feeling. "Yessss. Gooooddd. YESSSSSS!!!" And I was tumbling over the brink of another fantastic orgasm. One hand found my breast and squeezed it deliciously. The other covered my burning mound and I felt his finger on my engorged clit as he began to piston into me. Everyone was gasping or quiet as Ken plunged and withdrew his wonderful tool for several minutes before he gushed his hot sperm into my starving puss.

When I looked over my shoulder I saw that Barbie was quiet because she was otherwise occupied. Kneeling before Peter, she was bobbing her head over his massive cock, straining to take all of it into her mouth and throat. She let it slip out of her mouth for a moment and licked it from tip to balls, smiling up at him. Ken kept his softening cock in my puss as we watched his beautiful, blond wife worship Peter's black lovewand. Then Peter's hands were holding her lovely face and he was pumping his ram to a wonderful, pulsing cum.

Peter kept my hand on his naked cock while we drove to his hostel. I parked in a dark corner of the lot and he let me lick and suck him again, but not long enough. Then he kissed me deeply and squeezed my eager breast until I almost came. He looked deep in my eyes. "When you brought Barbie off in the kitchen, what did you whisper to her?"

I beamed and whispered, "Big black cock!" And he rewarded me with his delighted smile.

****

The blowjob I gave Frank had him gasping. "If this is what going out with Patty does for you, I'll have to get you a faster car," he chuckled. 

He almost choked when I whispered, "Maybe you would like to 'Come up and see her sometime.'" I laughed at his embarrassment. "Unless you think you'd prefer to make it a threesome." I couldn't believe how daring I'd become, but I knew I was only getting started. And in a couple of minutes, he filled my bobbing mouth with a nice load of his hot cum.

Later I held his hand tight against my hot tit as he drifted off to sleep and my mind flirted with a multitude of fantasies.