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Busted

By: MtnAngelWV



I laid my head back against the car seat peering at the scenery passing by me. The sky was bright blue with just a few wispy clouds and the sun shone intensely. I shook my head unable to fathom God's irony. The day should have been cold -- and miserable -- and wet to reflect my mood. Along with my inadequate body, the news I had just received had broken my spirit, seeping into the deepest part of my soul. 

When we arrived home my husband helped me out of the van. I slapped his hands away from my arm. I was not such an invalid that I could not fend for myself. The hurt in his eyes immediately forced me regret my actions but only for a moment. With a manner my mother had coined as my "iron will." I marched briskly down the steps and into the house.

"Can I get anything for you, Darling?" he asked me, the pain still evident in his face.

"I just need to be alone," I answered as I retired to the bedroom, forcefully engaging the lock on the door.

I stood in front of the full-length mirror gazing at the reflection that mocked my existence. It may have been the last time I would be able to enjoy that vision. I crossed my arms in front of me, grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it slowly over my head. Again I beheld the sight of myself. The silky white fabric, trimmed in matching lace, further validated the feminism of the reflection.

I had had countless styles of brassieres over the years. My mother had to cajole me into wearing that first one -- the training bra, as it was called. I wondered what the bras were training for until I discovered the answer to the enigma. They had to learn how to deal with the punishment meted out by my female friends. These friends were so awed by the size and structure of the bras that they nicknamed them -- over-the-shoulder boulder holders, slings and keepers of the dreams, just to mention a few. Envious pranksters raised them on flagpoles, froze them in kitchen freezers and forced them to make personal public appearances. Embarrassment, mixed with a certain sense of pride, was my prevailing feeling about the contraptions.

Finally I loosened the front closure of this bra, freeing its contents. I held each heavy object in a hand. Breasts. One of the noticeable physical features that separate male from female in most species. I squeezed them, kneaded them, and caressed them. 


I was enjoying the feeling but not in a sexual context. I fondled them as one would care for a rare and precious gift. For I had been blessed (or cursed) with a large bust. They had always been a large part of my sense of identity. My thoughts began to turn melancholy recalling the fond, and not so fond, memories we had shared together. Then, my image in the mirror was transformed before my eyes.

I am at the tender age of ten when upon my chest two bumps begin sprouting on my chest -- bumps that are not apparent in the other girls of my age. At first I am excited to launch my journey into womanhood, but also apprehensive. I am different from my peers and in adolescence diversity is not always easy. I know, even now, that this will be the bane of my existence. The image shifts again as the bumps expand over the years into rolling hills, and finally to great mountains.

I am beginning to recognize their powers. Most males, and even females -- as I would later discover-- had a predisposed image of my character from this scenery. They erroneously assume that, due to my large chest, I was either stupid or easy -- as if God had graced me with these treasures to compensate for lack of brains or morals. 

Because of this assumption, however, I never lack for dates in high school. Boys flock around me just to be near them. They range from the bold ones, who just reach out and attempt to touch them, to the underdeveloped shy ones, these are the ones who blush crimson but smile as we twirl around the dance floor with his head nestled against my bosom. They try all sorts of ways to touch them; from buying me gifts, to daring me, and even holding me down my while taunting me. In the end the majestic peaks were just too intimidating for they give up their conquest.

I have endless nicknames, also, because of their existence. The monikers range from the affectionate, Boom-Boom, to the mocking, Puffs – since the boys believe the scenery is enhance by tissues. The taunting causes me to hide my bosoms whenever possible – schoolbooks were made for this type of camouflage. 

One day, to my utter astonishment, I realize that they have developed into separate creatures -- totally disconnected from me. They take on their own anatomy. Each sex of the human race gazes into them intently, so they must have their own eyes. Since most conversations are directed to my breasts, they have to possess their own ears. Oh yes, they have a mouth too, for every time I reach across the dinner table they plop right into the mashed potatoes.

As a young adult I appreciate the gifts nature bestowed. I no longer hide them. I display them proudly in low cut blouses and tight sweaters. I wield their power when I need them. At times I use them as silent promises, promises of love or protection or passion. They are very powerful tools. They define many aspects of my existence.

The vision before me in the mirror snapped me out of my memories. I continued to caress my breasts softly as I praised their existence -- something I had taken for granted for too long now. I stepped closer to the image and grabbed my left breast in both of my hands. I felt the need to memorize every feature. They were not perfect but they were mine and I wanted to cherish their imperfections. Each one bore the stretch marks from growing too quickly as they developed. A handful of small freckles dotted each one. The nipples were slightly darker than the actual breasts, covering just the tips. 

Lazily, I swirled each forefinger over their surface, bringing them to hard peaks. I bent my head down into my right breast, licking and sucking the nipple. The familiar stirrings began at this site and traveled deep down to the center of my being and groin. I nipped each breast rather sharply. My breath caught in my throat for just a moment. Many lovers had performed the same acts upon my treasures -- worshipped them, and pleased me. Now it was my turn to worship these endowments. Sexual release was not intended. My intention was to show my adulation for these wondrous beings.

As the doctor's words came back to me, I realized that their life may be cut short. I was grieving for them when the tear slipped out of the corner of my eyes, running down my cheek and ironically landing upon my breast. Losing these precious, rare presents have forced me to redefine myself sexually, physically and mentally – a daunting task, to say the least.

Would I still a woman without them? Would I still be attractive? And would I still have the same desires? I read once that when a person loses a limb they can nevertheless feel it, as if it were still connected.

Busted



It's funny some days you get up and nothing seems right from the get go. No matter what you do on those days nothing seems to go right. I don't' care what you call days like that, I know we all have them but lately it seems I have been having a stream of them. My job sucks my boss and co-workers are idiots. Some time at work I feel like I'm in an episode of the Twilight Zone. I mean I keep expecting to hear Rod Serlings voice in the back ground with that eerie music playing. My marriage is ok I guess maybe a little stale but it is comfortable. What do you expect after twenty plus years. I mean what is there nothing new to talk about with some one you have been with for that long. Don't get me wrong I really do love my wife and to be honest I'm not interested in any other woman. I don't know maybe I'm too lazy to go out and look for something strange. 

Lately though it seems the only thing I look forward to at the end of my day is my time on the net. I don't waste my time cruising the porn sites let's face it you seen one pair of boobs you have seen them all and after awhile all porn seems that way. What I really like to do is meet new and interesting people. Ok people who are interesting to me. Usually these are just people who can hold there own in an adult conversation about adult topics. I know what your thinking and it really is not that kind of conversation. I actually spend very little time talking about sex with other people. What I usually end up talking about is just normal everyday stuff like current affairs, hobbies, and activities we may have in common. 

A few months ago I started talking with a guy named Bob. I met him in a political chat room it was a slow night and as usual all of the liberals were having a cow over the Republicans and Bush. It was really bad in that all they wanted to say was impeach Bush; Bush was a crook so on and so on. He and I started a side conversation of our own discussing foreign policy, which carried over into instant messenger. Over the next few days we talked about what each of us likes to do for fun what our hobbies were, our wives, kids, and jobs. 

A Few weeks later we were talking about sex as to what we like to do with our wives and what we would like to do. You know the kind of stuff if you brought it up with her she would immediately pick up the phone and either call and attorney for divorce or to make an appointment for you to see a therapist. It was then that he admitted to me that he was bisexual. I knew he wasn't hitting on me. We lived 500 miles from each other. So I did feel a little secure and stayed in the conversation. 

After about 30 minutes into the topic I started to ask him questions like, when did he start doing this with other men? How did he start and just to be a smart ass did his wife know? He said he started early, experimenting with his friends. When he was in college he and a friend got drunk one night listening to music in the dorm room and his friend brought out a bag of dope and they rolled a joint and smoked a couple of them and they ended up blowing each other. He said after that they would meet on a regular basis just to relieve the tension. He told me he met his wife in college at a mixer and that she and his friend got along with each other. One night while he and his wife was in the throws of sex his friend stopped by his room with his bag of dope. He let him in and they smoked a couple with his then future wife. 

After about a couple of hours they finished what we were doing and he left to go watch the football game at the bar. He told me that when his friend left he and his wife went back to what they were doing and it was then that she asked him if he would like to invite him for a threesome. Without thinking I immediately typed what did you say? He replied back that they actually talked about it and discussed all possibilities as to what could happen. To his surprise she was actually open to sexual contact between him and his friend. Oh my god I thought I really couldn't think of a response to type to that my fingers froze on the keyboard. Then I typed you ever do the threesome? He replied back yeah and that was how his wife found out he was bi he was really scared before it started and it was really awkward when his friend showed up. 

Things loosened up after a couple of joints and a few beers and everyone had a great time. They had a few more meeting with his friend after that he met a girl who he eventually married. He said the two women never got along. His friend's wife was the jealous type and never got along with him or his wife so they decided to let the relationship die after college. He than asked me if I ever did anything with a guy? I just stared at the question. I kept thinking should I lie? Or should I tell the truth? After thinking about it for about three minutes. I told him about when my friend and I. When we were growing up and we would do a little experimentation. He asked what that meant and I told him we started by jacking off together which led to us jacking each other off which lead to us giving the other blow jobs. 

We stopped because I went off to college and met my wife during my sophomore year. After college I moved to a different town and we lost track of each other. Then he started to ask me questions like did we make each other come? Did I like it? Have I ever think about doing it again? I answered yes to all the questions then he asked if we swallowed and I said yes. It was getting late that night so I signed off and never gave our conversation a second thought. We kept chatting over the next few weeks and yes occasionally we even talked about sex, all kinds of sex but we mostly talked about our kids, family and hobbies.

Last week I came home from a real stressful day at work. Our boss was in rare form that day. He was on every ones case to work harder sale more. He was like a dog with a bone; he just could not let stuff go. I was looking forward to a couple of beers and some quiet time on the net when I walked in to the house. That did not happen. When I walked in to the living room my wife Sue was sitting on the couch with a small stack of printed papers on the coffee table. She looked at me and said we need to talk. 

"About what I." I said.

"Yesterday on Oprah they had a security specialist on and he said women should go and check their husbands computer for viruses and such," she said.

I knew where this was going because Sue had always been insecure about her appearance, I replied, "There is no need for you to do that I take care of it myself."

She looked at me a little puzzled as if she was wondering what to say next then she said. "I was concerned so I took it upon my self to look for you and I found these instant messages archived in your computer could you explain them to me?"

I took the pile of papers and leafed through them. They were all conversations with my out of state friend. I really didn't see anything wrong with them. I looked at her strait in the eye and said, "There is nothing to explain here if you have any questions go ahead and ask." 

Now she had a real pissed look on her face then with anger she said, "You're evading the question here why don't you come clean?"

Now I was getting pissed. It had been a real long day at work and the two bozos I work for were in prime form. All I wanted to do was eat supper and relax a little before bed. Here my wife was picking a fight with me over who knows what. With a tinge of pissed anger in my voice I stated, "I have know idea what you are talking about if you have some questions just spit it out. Second I'm the one who should be pissed here, we have covered this topic before. I don't go through your shit and your personal correspondence. If I have any questions about your activities I will ask. All I ask you do the same as far as I'm concerned" I got up and went to my office and closed the door. I really was not in the mood for an argument. With in a few minutes my online friend signed on and we began talking I told him about the conversation my wife and I just had and he paused at the keyboard for a minute and then he typed, "Did she have all of our conversations printed out?"

I typed back, "Yes I think so. Why?"

"She might be concerned about your comments about my bisexual activity and you're past experiences," he typed. 

"What do you mean?" I typed. 

"You told me you had played with your friends and that you liked doing it and in away you would do it again if the circumstances were right," he typed 

"I did?" I typed on the keyboard.

"Go back and check your message archive and see for your self," he typed.

I looked up the message archive and quickly skimmed all of our conversations. Oh shit I thought with out thinking I typed, "Oh shit what do I do now?"

He typed back, "You need to talk to her and don't deny anything but you need to reassure her that you have not been unfaithful to her and that you have no intensions to be unfaithful." 

Then I heard a knock on my office door, I knew it was my wife I said, "Come on in." 

She opened the door and entered my office and said, "Your not running away from this conversation we need to talk."

I typed, "She just came in to my office I'll get back to you."

My friend typed back, "Tell me what you two talked about when you're through."

I turned and looked at her and said, "What exactly do we need to talk about? I don't have a clue what you want me to say or do. You kept saying to me come clean. Come clean about what? All I'm doing here is chatting with a friend."

She stood there thinking about what to say next, I swear I could here the gears turning in her head, finally she said, "Why didn't you tell me you had these feelings?"

What in earth are you talking about? I said in disbelief. Geeze why can't women just spit it out instead of playing these long drawn out games I thought to my self.

"These feelings you have towards other men why didn't you tell me you were attracted to men," she said. 

I froze and I didn't know what to say. I thought very carefully for a couple of minutes then I said, "I have never seen anyone the whole time we have been married. No other woman and no men. To be honest I have not even been looking. Why do you want to talk about this? I asked.

"I came across your conversations with your friend I had no idea you would be interested in this kind of activity. At first I thought you were turning gay. Then I reread the conversations about 4 times and I didn't see any indication of that. Then I thought you had this interest in men because I have gained so much weight and don't look as pretty as I used to." She said. 

"First we have never talked about our past sexual experiences the whole time we have been together I guess the subject never came up. Second the only reason bisexuality came up in my conversations with Bob is because he brought up the subject, Now what do you want to know about me and my "interest" and my past experiences," I flatly stated to her.

"I guess it has come up now, she said. Then she asked, "If you liked doing it so much with your friend from home why didn't you continue in college and why didn't you do anything after we met?" She asked.

To be honest I really couldn't think of anything to say at this point. I didn't know where she was going with this conversation so I decided to keep my mouth shut for the moment.

Then she said, "Why won't you talk to me about this. Can't you see how concerned I am? How am I supposed to know how this is going to affect our marriage?"

I thought for a minute then I looked strait at her and said, "Like I told you before I have never been with any one else during the past 25 years I think we have a good life together maybe we have been in a rut for a long time. I just figured that is how life supposed to be. As for why I haven't done anything with a guy since I left for college I guess it is because that was the first time I was ever away from home for any extended length of time and I just did not find any one interesting who I would like to play with. By the way the reason we have never talked about this before is because I learned from an early age that most woman would not like any man who would do this with another man. They look at them as less than a man or as a man who is not really masculine. Before we continue this conversation your going to have to tell me what you think of men who do this?"

She looked away from me and then at the floor then she looked like she was going to leave the room. Then I said to her, "You started this conversation now your going to finish it. I'm going to ask you again what do you think of men who like to do this with other men?"

She replied, "I never gave it a second thought till one day at work Diane and I were talking about our kids and she told me she caught her son sucking a friend of his. I asked her what she did or say and she said all she did was watch. She said she felt bad because it turned her on so much and for some reason she felt guilty and dirty for watching. I asked her if she ever talked to him about it and she said yes she did, after her husband and her talked about it. She said he didn't see anything wrong with it."

I asked my wife, "Did you ask her if she asked her husband if he ever did that with a friend?"

She replied, "Yes I did she said that he used to do it all the time before they met and it was something he really liked to do but gave it up after they got serious about each other. What she said next really floored me in that she asked her husband if he would do it again if she thought it was ok. He said yes then she asked him if she could watch and he said he thought that would be so hot." 

What did they do them? Did they meet some one who would do this with them? I asked.

"Well yeah she told me she was surprised how easy it was although I don't think I would want to go about it the way they did." Sue said.

"What did they do?" I asked.

"She told me they went to one of the adult book stores in town. She said they always heard stories about what goes on in the video arcades so they decided to give it a try. She said they were walking around when a guy motioned for them to come into his booth. They entered the booth and the guy was standing there with his pants down to his knees with his hard on sticking out. She said she saw her husband staring at it. She whispered in his ear for him to get on his knees and suck him off. Her husband went right to his knees and stuck the stranger's dick right in his mouth. She said he held himself steady with his left hand while he jacked the man's hard on with his right hand while he bobbed his head up and down on the shaft. It seemed like in no time at all she watched as the stranger had a orgasm spurting come in her husband's mouth and he swallowed every bit of it. When they got home they both talked to their son and they told him it was ok with them if he wanted to do this under the condition that he does not hide his activities from them and if he entertains at their home he has to keep his bedroom door open.

"Your kidding it's that easy I had no idea. Has he done it since?" I asked

According to her, he has some times with her and sometimes without her. I asked her what she thought of that? She told me she doesn't mind and it has changed her husband since he started doing this with other guys in that it has made him a lot easier to live with. He is more easy going and not as moody as he was before." 

"Your have to be kidding? That is the strangest thing I have ever heard. How long have they been doing this? I asked Sue.

"According to Diane they have been doing this for about 6 months She then asked me if you have ever done anything like? I told her I didn't know for sure but I would highly doubt it then about 6 weeks later I found your conversation with Bob. A day after that I told Diane about your past experiences and she told her husband and he asked her if you would be interested in meeting to find out if you still like it as much as you did as a kid. I told her I didn't know but I would ask the only problem was I really didn't know how to bring it up with out violating your privacy." 

"Thinking about something like this in one thing actually seeing it is something altogether different. Are you sure you would like me to do this?" I asked.

I understand that but I should tell you about what happened at Diane's house a couple of weeks ago. You know I went home with her and we talked some more and her husband had a guy come over. He whispered something in her ear and then they went back to his den. Diane looked at me and asked if I would like to see something interesting. I knew something was up the way she said it and I said sure. We walked back to his den and the door was ajar the two men were both naked the one man was sitting in a chair facing the door and Sue's husband on his knees between his legs sucking the other guys dick. We watched till he made the man come in his mouth and he swallowed it. I got so turned on I had to go in the bathroom and take my panties off and wash myself off. Sue and I talked for a few minutes then I came home horny as hell. Lucky for me you were in the mood that night." my wife said.

"What do you want to do now?" I asked.

"If your interested I would like to talk to Diane and see what she would think of you and her husband playing," Sue said. 

"I don't know," I replied then I said, "I would have to talk to him and her both to see for my self what they think. I hope you understand until now this has all been pretty much in the fantasy stage for me."

Then the instant message alarm went off on my computer it was my out of state friend it read, "you still there?"

Sue looked at that and said, "Are you going to answer that?"

"Do you want me to?" I asked.

"Sure," she said, "Let's see what he would have to say?"

I typed on the computer, "Yeah I'm still here, the wife and I are still talking."

"Everything ok?" he typed back.

"Yeah I think so, she told me she wants me to start sucking cock again. To be honest I don't know where she wants this to end up," I typed.

A couple of seconds later he typed back, "You mean she is not freaked out by what she read in our conversations?"

"Believe me I'm probably more surprised at her reaction than you are I would have never thought she would react that way" was my reply on the keyboard. 

Bob typed back, "What are you going to do now?"

"I don't know ...... she said she knows some one who would be willing to play but I only know them in passing he seems like a nice enough guy and his wife is ok but I have only met them at social occasions." I typed. I continued typing, "You know until this night what we have been talking about was only a fantasy for me maybe even reliving some fond memories. I never thought I would even be able to think realistically of doing this again. On the other hand I don't know if she is telling me the truth about this or not. I have known many men who have had their lives ruined because they trusted their wives one hundred percent only to be betrayed in the end. I think the best course of action would be to play it with extreme caution."

"I hear you there," Bob typed. Then he typed, "Any way you can find out her true feelings on this?"

"I don't know you have any ideas?" I typed. 

"Yeah you could ask her if she would try eating pussy for you?"

I looked at the screen then I looked at my wife and her face turned red from embarrassment. At first I thought she was angry then I realized her true emotion and I asked her, "You have any thing to tell me?"

"Not at this time," she said. 

"How do I truly know how you feel about this?" I asked her.

"You will have to trust me," Sue said. 

"That is easy for you to say," I replied then I continued, "I know quite a few men who were totally honest with their spouse only to end up getting their lives ruined in the end. I have had more than one friend who has gone through a divorce tell me the last person I trust should be my wife." 




Busted



"That is an awful cynical to say," Sue said.

"I know but once you realize the emotional and financial hell these men have gone through I think you would understand their point of view," I said.

What am I supposed to do to get you to trust me on this matter? Sue asked.

"I don't know let me think about it for a little bit you have to understand I had no idea you would be interested in this. It is just going to take a little time for me to get used to it," I replied. 

"Everything ok?" Bob typed. 

"I think so," I typed back then I continued, "I think she wants to watch me suck a guy off."

"Your kidding aren't you?" he replied on the computer screen.

"No I am not let me ask her strait out," I typed.

I looked up at my wife, she was staring at what I typed at on my computer then I asked her, "Do you want to watch me suck my first cock in thirty years?"

She looked at me with a serious look then she said, "You still haven't told me about how you feel about this. I need to know where you are with these feelings towards men."

"That is the one thing I hate about Oprah and shows like hers everything is about feelings. You want to know about my feeling ok here it is. I love you and I'm committed to you with all my heart. That being said I should tell you I am extremely lonely. I don't have any male friends right now in my life. All of my friends have either moved away or died. What I'm left with are associates who I work with people who I really don't know when it comes down to it. The closest thing I have to a male friend now is Bob and he lives 500 miles two states away from me." 

What about Diane's husband Joe, don't you consider him to be a friend? Sue asked.

"I don't even know the guy he seems nice enough but we have only met three four times even then we didn't really even talk. I don't have a clue as to what his interest are and what kind of guy he is," I replied.

"In order for some one to be your friend you have to meet them and open up and communicate a little you just can't sit there like a bump on a log and wait for the evening to be over. Sue said. 

Are you saying we should discuss this some how with Diane and her husband?" I asked. By now I was getting real tired of the conversation. I love my wife but I really hate it when she beets around the subject like this I was beginning to wonder what she was up to and what other motives she might have for this conversation"

The instant message alarm sounded off on my computer. It was Bob. The screen read, "What did she say?"

"She is evading the question she wants to know my feelings toward men. I kept telling her I only committed to her. She is the only one I love and that I'm extremely lonely for male friendship. She just keeps asking for these feelings one way or another that I'm supposed to have. What in the hell is she talking about? What fucking feelings are I suppose to have towards men?" I typed back.

Bob typed back and replied, "You need to sit down with her in private to find out where she is coming from."

"I suppose I should, I'll go ahead and sing off for now and start round three of this discussion with her," I typed back.

"Tell me how it turns out as soon as possible," Bob replied. 

I deleted the message box I had been typing in to Bob then I shut down my yahoo messenger. I looked up at my wife and asked, "What exactly are you talking about here. I tried to make it plain as day. I don't have a clue what you're talking about when you ask me about feelings towards men. Do I think I could love a man the way I love you? Do I want to date and romance a man? Would I want a relationship with another man like the one I would have with you are any other woman for that matter? Is that what your talking about?"

Sue looked frustrated and then she said, "Yes that is exactly what I'm talking about. Now what are the answers to those questions I just need to know?"

I replied back, "The answer to all those questions is a unequivocal no. Do I think it would be fun to suck and get sucked by other men I would like to try it just once to see if I still like it? If I liked it as much as I was younger I would like to do it on a regular basis. Now I would like to know why are you bringing this up what do you have in mind?" 

"Let's go into the living room and talk where it is more comfortable for both of us," Sue suggested. I said, "Ok," and I got out of my des chair and walked towards our living room and sat down on the couch.

Sue sat next to me and asked, "How long have you felt this way? Why haven't you ever tried to talk about it with me?"

I thought for a second or two then I said, "Pretty much since Bill and his new wife moved away. Since he left I have been pretty much by my self in that I don't have anyone to play golf or go fishing with. That is when I started to spend more time on line. A few weeks ago I met Bob and we just started talking. First about general stuff and it progressed from there. You still have not told me where your head is at on this subject."

Sue put her hand on my leg then she said in a reassuring matter, "I have noticed you have not been happy for along time. At first I thought it was because of me. Because I have let my self get fat and unattractive. I thought maybe you have gotten bored with me and no longer found me interesting. You would spend all of your free time on the Internet or you would find mundane things to do around the house. It seemed like I was the lowest thing on your list of priorities if I was on that list at all. I was beginning to think you were having an affair with another woman. That is when I looked into your message archive to look for some kind of evidence to confront you with. What I fond there was pretty mundane innocent stuff until I found your conversations with Bob. I found them interesting in that whenever you talked about me you never said anything bad. It was always in positive terms. I had no idea you still felt that way about me. I also had no idea you felt the way you did about your job and the two people you work for. I thought the reason for most of your mood had to do with your job. It must be hard for you to spend so much time with people you don't respect let alone like. It was during this time I was keeping track of your conversations with Bob. Then Diane told me about her son and her husband. I never really thought about that kind of activity until then. Then she had me over that night when her husband brought a friend home. I don't know if they preplanned that or not. Diane did know that I would at least be open to watching her husband play with another guy and I have to tell you not even in my wildest dreams could I have imagined something that was so erotic and wild. A couple of days later I found your discussions with Bob and his bisexuality and your experience as a child. My dilemma changed from how could I even tell you that I would be interested in talking to you about this subject to how to get you to know that I would support you any way I could if you wanted to try it."

"This is something I would like to try once just to see if I still like it. Why don't you talk to Diane and see if her husband would be willing to discuss this with me some time?" I asked Sue.

"Sure I will do that over lunch. I'm sure she has been waiting for my answer ever since she asked if you would be interested in this," Sue replied. 

It was getting late and I had to be up early for work so I retired for the night. Sue stayed up a bit longer. She was not up when I got up for work the next day. The day seemed especially long in that it was the normal chaos at work. This was one of those days I really wished I could find something else to do but being mindful of the local economy I just kept my mouth shut and head down to stay out of everyone's way. 

When I got home Sue greeted me at the door and said, "There is some one here that wanted to talk you."

I went in to the living room and Diane and her husband Joe were sitting on the couch. Diane asked, "How was your day?"

I looked at her and frowned and said, "I work for morons and have idiots for co-workers any day I get through it with out going stark raving mad is a good day."

Dian's husband John said, "I know what you mean there sometimes it is better to just shut up and deal with the pressure when you're away from the job."

I then looked at both of them and said, "I'm going to come strait out and ask, Sue has told me some things about you two I just want to know if they are true?"

Diane looked at me with a strait face and said, "It depends on what she said."

God I thought to my self this dancing, around a question must be a gender thing why can't woman just give you a strait answer. Then I asked her, "She told me that John likes to suck off men and you like to watch him. Is that true?"

She smiled and said, "Yes it is I don't know why it has the effect on me the way it does. It is something I like to watch him do when he let's me." Then Diane asked, "Sue told me you have done this in the past and your interested in trying it again have you found any one to try this with?" 

"No I haven't," I replied then I continued, "We have only begun to talk about this and to be honest until yesterday I thought it would probably remain a fantasy for me. I'm still trying to figure out how I would even go about it. Maybe John could tell me how he meets guys for this and how he brings up the subject with other men?"

John looked over at me and replied, "There are several ways to go about this but the safest is the Internet because you can chat with a guy before you meet in person. That can be a slow process though and if the need gets to be to great to deal with you can always go to one of the bookstores in town and do a glory hole but that has risk of its own."

"How often do you do this?" I asked John.

When ever I can or when ever I want. Diane encourages me to do it as often as I like," John said.

Sue got up off the couch and said, "I think I will go and fix us something to snack on could you come out in the kitchen and help me Diane?" she asked.

Diane said, "Sure I'll be right with you," and she got up and followed Sue in the Kitchen.

John asked me, "What would you like to do this with guys if I may ask?"

I replied, "To be honest I want to try sucking again. Talking with my out of state friend about his experiences and telling him about what I did when I was younger has gotten me real curious but I don't know where to start this."

"I can see your point there," John said then he continued, "It was Diane's idea to start the way we did. I have to tell you it was really scary the first time being in a strange public place I wouldn't recommend it to anyone. Pretty soon after that we joined some Internet sites that made it more convenient to discreetly meet like-minded individuals but even then it is hit and miss. To be honest if I'm going to continue this I would like to find some one I could meet on a regular basis. I'm getting tired of the one night stands."

I asked John, "When is the last time you sucked a guy and how did you meet him?"

"A couple of days ago I just went to the book store and did a glory hole. In fact I sucked off two guys that night," John replied. 

"When would you like to do it again," I asked John.

"Any more I'm always up for it. Diane encourages me to do it as much as I like." John said. 

"I wonder if Sue would ever be so open minded," I said out loud as I was thinking.

"I think she is more open minded and understanding than you think," John said.

"What do you mean?" I asked John.

"I know for a fact she likes to watch guys give each other head. She has even went with Diane and I a couple of times to watch me suck other men off at the book store and she has watched me suck a couple of guys off at my house. She really likes to watch me do this and she has told Diane that she can't wait to watch you do it. She has also said she hopes you like it as much as when you were a kid," John replied. 

"Are you offering to get me started," I asked.

"Sure why not?" John said.

"How would you like to start?" John looked over at me and smiled then a few seconds later he asked, "If you want to start now you can begin by taking your clothes off."

"Let me go and ask Sue first," I replied.

Just as I was about to get up and go into the kitchen and talk to my wife. Her and Diane walked into the living room carrying a tray of snacks and some beer. John looked over at them and said, "Bill said he wants to try sucking cock again but he needs to ask for Sue permission. What do you think Sue is it ok with you if he does this?"

Sue replied, "If he wants to do it then he should do it why don't you just go over to his chair and wave your cock in his face to see if he will take the bait."

John stood up and walked over to the couch where I was sitting. He stood right in front of me and unbuckled his belt then he unbuttoned his pants and they fell to the floor. He then reached down and started to slowly stroke his cock. With each stroke it started to grow a little bit. His cock was about average size I guess at about 6 inches long and about 2 ½" wide and he was circumcised. He stepped forward towards the couch till he was as close as he could get to it. I sat on the couch not saying anything. Just looking at his growing cock and looking up at his face to see if he was serious or just kidding. My wife and Diane were sitting off to the side of me on the love seat I would occasionally look over at them to see if they were really interested in this or if this was some kind of sick joke on there part to see just how far I would go with this or if I would chicken out at the last minute. To be honest here there was a part of me that did want to get up and go in the next room and lock the door. On the other hand there was another part of me that was growing on the inside that really wanted to carry this through to the conclusion. I looked at John's cock then I looked up at his face then I looked over at my wife one last time, then my wife said, "Go ahead honey take him in your mouth and suck him again you know you want to do it. You know you will enjoy it once you get started."

My lips were suddenly incredibly dry with out thinking I stuck my tongue out and licked them. John then put his hand on the back of my head and with gentle pressure pulled me to his cock till it started to enter my mouth. I did not resist him at all in fact I started to go down on his cock as soon as he got it between my lips. I started to go up and down on the shaft while licking it with my tongue savoring the taste. With in a few strokes of my mouth he was completely hard. A couple more strokes he started breathing hard. Then I started to work on his cock with my hands as I was bobbing up and down on it with my mouth. Then I heard my wife say to Diane, "My god look at my husband suck your John's cock I think he likes doing it more than John. Suck him baby suck him good. Make him come in your mouth and swallow his whole load, come on baby make him come."

John's cock started to ooze pre-cum form the end I found the taste and texture quite pleasurable and swallowed it as it came out. Then John started to pump his cock in and out of my mouth like he was fucking it. His paced started to pick up and he started to gasp for air. I felt his cock swell even larger in my mouth and then John gasp one last time his back stiffened and arched and his grip on the back of my head became more firm then I felt his cock twitch in my mouth as it began spurting come in my mouth I felt about four spurts enter my mouth and then his cock started to deflate. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and reached over with his right had and grabbed my chin and said, "Go ahead and swallow you earned it. That was one great blow job you gave me I hope we will do this again and I will return the favor for you." John stepped back and pulled his pants up and looked over at Diane and said, "I think we should go these two need to talk now like you and I did the first time you watched me." 

Diane said, "Your right honey we need to go." then she said will talk to tomorrow over lunch Sue see you then." She then hugged Sue on the couch and got up and walked over to John and she gave him a passionate hug and kiss and said, "Thanks for the show baby that was hot." 

They walked towards the front door and Sue and I said our good byes and thanked them for coming over. When they were gone Sue looked at me and asked, "Well how was it?

'Honest answer?" I asked her. 

"Yes" she replied then she said, "I would like and honest answer as to what you think about what you did with John? Did you like sucking him? Did you like having him come in your mouth? Did you like swallowing?"

I looked at her then I looked at the floor I had to admit to myself I was ashamed of what I was about to say it was something that I thought no real man would ever admit to. On the other hand Susie and I have had our problems in our married life but lying to each other was not one of them. So I answered, "Yes to everything."

Sue then asked, "Do you want to do it again then?" 

I thought in for a penny in for a pound on this one so I answered, "Yes and I don't ever want to stop doing it I really liked it that much."

"How far are you going to take this? How do you think it will affect us and our relationship?" Sue asked.

"I don't know maybe about as far as John has taken it. It does not look like his activities have affected his relationship with Diane. I will try to talk to him to see if it has had any effect on their relationship." I replied.

There is one thing I have been curious about for the last couple of days though? I said.

"What is that?" Sue asked.

A couple of days ago when this whole thing started I asked you if you would eat pussy for me you said you would not talk about it at this time. You have anything to tell me? I asked my wife.

Sue looked away from me then she looked down as if she was staring in a deep dark hole. I reached across and lifted her chin up till I was looking in her eyes and I said, "You really don't have anything to be ashamed of here what ever you have to say I will do my best to try and understand your point of view."

"I haven't but Diane and I have talked about it and it is something I would really like to do. I hope your not offended but it is something I would like to try by my-self first I think it would be more comfortable doing it that way for the first time." Sue replied.

"How long have you been interested in this?" I asked Sue.

To be honest I have always been interested. I got to play with my roommate a little in college before I met you. Like it was something I liked but I thought I had to give it all up when I got married. I thought about her from time to time wondering how she is doing if everything is ok with her. Then Diane told me about her activities with John and I asked her if she would do anything with a woman she said she hasn't but she would be interested if the circumstances were right. Then she asked me if I had and I admitted to my activities in collage. She then asked me if I would do it again and I said yes under the right circumstances and she asked what those were I said only if you would approve."

"You know I have always let you do anything you want as long as it does not affect our relationship. I have always wanted you to be happy. If this is something you would like to try, then go ahead and do it. I would just like to know all the details afterward," I said. 

"You really wouldn't mind if I play with Diane?" Sue asked.

"You just watched her husband fuck my mouth and swallow his come. On what basis would I have to object if you wanted to experiment a little?" I asked Sue.

"You have a point I was just concerned with what you would think, that's all." Sue said. She then looked at the clock and said, "It's getting late and we both have to be up early for work tomorrow we had better head off to bed."




Busted



"Your right and I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be a long day," I replied

We headed off to the bedroom and got undressed I got on my side of the bed and Sue got on hers. I reached over and turned the light off and then I hugged and kissed my wife good night. Before I could roll over and go to sleep she held me in place and kissed me again with real passion and emotion, which I returned. I asked her, "What was that for?"

Sue replied, 'That was for saying all those nice things about me to your friend on the internet and for the little show you gave Diane and I. God was that ever so hot I can't wait to see it again."

"Hopefully you will baby I promise you will if John is willing," I said. Then I rolled over and in a couple of minutes I was asleep. 



Busted



Suzette was totally unaware of the seething hunk of man standing on his patio, the one above hers, she was sitting in a corner of hers, happily puffing away on a joint, enjoying the waves of relaxation that washed over her.

It was a very warm June Friday evening and she was beginning the weekend the best way she knew how when she was alone.....she'd get high, put something sexy on and watch one of the movies she'd brought home from the video store. Have some of her favourite toys nearby and let things go from there.

Meanwhile seething hunk of man is in the direct line of clouds of smoke he recognizes as pot, he grinds his teeth together and has half a mind to yell down at her that she is committing a crime and he'd prefer it if she stopped.

Before he's thought better of it he leans over and speaks to her feet and tells her those exact words.

She giggles wildly and responds.....or else?

I might just have to go down there and arrest you myself, either that or give you the spanking you deserve. To which she guffaws and snorts and giggles. 

Being an athletic chap he vaults onto her patio from above, she shrieks mid giggle and tries to make a run for it but he catches her around the waist and hauls her against his chest, her ass nestling against his growing interest.

She pretends to be afraid but he feels the movement of her hips, as they press into him, very subtly but he feels sensuality there. 

He whispers in her ear that he would prefer to administer the punishment inside and pushes her towards the patio door, she hesitates but he encircles her breast with his hand and flicks the nub that is protruding through her clothing, she moans and moves forward and he feels the tremor that courses through her.

He turns her around and takes his time in taking inventory of the woman, he's surprised that she's not as young as he thought she would be, she's in her mid forties. A fuller figured woman than usually appealed to him, but she had that aura of sensuality emanating from her pores. He recognized her immediately for the wanton woman she is.

He told her she was a bad, bad woman and he was going to have to punish her himself if she wanted to avoid being taken to jail.

He saw the flash of excitement in her eyes and then she lowered them and whispered....anything you say Sir.

Take that off slut he pointed with his finger. She pulled the silk caftan above her head and let it slip from her fingers, she stood before him, nude and bare. Her big breasts swaying slightly as she shuffled in sudden shyness.

For who do you keep your pussy bare...for myself, I like the feeling of soft skin when I touch myself.

I've heard you when you touch yourself....I've heard you moan late in the night

I know you're alone when you come hard like that, you don't come that hard for any man....yet, but you will, and even harder.

He could see her blush, she was excited at the prospect of being "forced" to do the things she secretly dreamed of doing but had always been wary of admitting.

She'd fantasized about being spanked, since she was a little girl she could see herself draped over someone's knee, being spanked, the fantasy always made her pussy tingle and get very wet, she'd touch herself and come really hard when she let the images of being spanked run in the background.

He led her to the couch, sat down and indicated what she should do.

She looked him in the eyes for several moments, begging for mercy, begging for reassurance that what he would do would stop if it got out of hand and he nodded.

She lay across his lap and settled down, she could feel the growing evidence that she wasn't the only one affected, it pressed against her lower stomach.

He started suddenly, the first smack made more noise than damage, but she still jumped at the contact, when she settled again she had moved up a little so that his hardness was pressed against her throbbing button.

Every time he landed a smack, her clit was pushed against his hardness and she moaned.

He saw her pussy pulse, then she started to flow, steadily the juices slid from within, she was moaning and her little jumps on contact were more like a bucking now, she was so far gone in the pleasure/pain.

He stopped suddenly and told her to kneel before him. She slid off his lap, head hanging to hide the excited light in her eyes, she knew she'd never hide the fact from him. 

Suck me.

With trembling hands she undid the snap of his jeans, lowered the zipper and slowly slid them down his hips and sinewy thighs. His cock was so hard it hurt, it looked purplishly angry and she felt a moment of empathy for the swollen member, it so obviously needed relief.

She sucked him like his was the most precious cock she'd ever tasted. She loved sucking and took great pleasure in doing it well. She loved taking control and leading him beyond his control, she would love to make him come in her mouth. To hear the great shouts and moans her constricting throat usually caused and so she strived towards this quest with ever more vigour.

Just as he was about to fall, he pulled her hair so that her mouth tilted away from him, the sight of her swollen lips and glistening mouth was almost enough to make him spurt in her face, but he wanted to have her and he ordered her on all fours, hold your pussy open for me, one hand on each side.

He spanked her pussy with his turgid cock, rubbing the juices around and around and plunging inside her in quick jabs and rubs then out again and more spanking, on her clit and on her gaping entrance, an occasional slap to her bountiful ass.

Play with yourself.

He saw her hand snake down between her legs and start rubbing her engorged button, slowly around and around. He took this opportunity to slip inside her waiting tunnel. It was hot and wet and tight and he pushed as far as he could go without hurting her.

She gasped deeply and held it until he slowly left the confines of her hot aching pussy.

Her movements began a frenetic pace as she got closer to the edge, he gathered some of the juices that were escaping her hot centre and rubbed it around in lazy circles on her anus. She tried to squirm away but he smacked her ass and ordered her to be still.

She was very near the edge and when he felt her tighten around his shaft, he pushed his finger inside her anal opening. She wailed as she came, thrashing and shuddering beneath him. He could feel her pussy milking every last drop from him, that velvet heat clenching and unclenching around him, she continued to rub her swollen clit, as the juices came slipping out, wrapping the hot wetness around his cock, he twitched inside of her, his cock still hard.

Next time I catch you smoking dope I won't be so easy on you.

She smiled as she thanked her good fortune of having a good little stash. 



Busted



Kristy and Amanda were best friends enjoying the summer after their high school graduation. Both were eighteen and this was their last summer before going off to college.

Amanda's father owned a cabin on a lake in Minnesota and Kristy was staying the weekend. Both girls were enjoying the sun and water when Amanda's boy friend showed up.

Kristy decided to give the two a break and go watch a little TV. 

Kristy walked through the kitchen and into the living room where the TV was already on. She gasped out loud and stood frozen as if time had stood still. 

On the couch was Amanda's father (Bill), naked, stroking his enormous cock while watching an X-rated video. Both were shocked and embarrassed to see one another. Bill quickly covered himself with a blanket and Kristy just stood there beet faced.

"I'm soooooo sorry," Kristy said. "I thought you were going into town?" 

Bill laughed. "I thought you and Amanda were swimming?"

"Ever since my wife and I separated, I get real horny, and just have to masturbate," Bill said. "Don't you ever get that horny?"

Kristy quickly replied, "NO!" 

"You mean that you don't masturbate Kristy?"  Kristy let out a nervous giggle and changed the subject. "I never seen one of those movies before." 

Bill smiled and watched the video of a couple doing it doggy style. "You haven't ever seen a porno?" 

"No," Kristy said. 

"I bet you've done that though, huh?" 

Kristy confessed. "I have only had sex once and it was over so fast, I didn't enjoy it."

"Come here," Bill said to Kristy smiling.

Kristy hesitantly walked around the corner of the couch. She was 5'6", blond with deep green eyes.

"Turn around Kristy." 

Confused, she turned around in front of Bill in her skimpy bikini. 

"Damn," Bill said. "You have twice the body of that girl in the video." 

"You think so?" Kristy asked while posing nonchalantly. 

"Oh yes," Bill said. "Your tits are perfect. Can I see them?" 

Kristy giggled . "No."

Bill said, "Well, that's not very fair. You got to see me naked, right? C'mon, I've seen lot of titties before. I bet you have the cutest little nipples too, huh?"

Kristy blushed and found the thought of undressing in front of him starting to turn her on. She pulled her string and carefully removed her top while still covering her breasts with her left arm.

"Don't tease," Bill said smiling. 

Kristy stood in front of him, her toes slightly pointing together, innocently she revealed her perfect 34 B breasts. 

"There beautiful, Kristy." Bill said admiring them. 

"You think so?" Kristy asked while kneading them together.

Bill extended his hand, "Come here Kristy, Come watch the movie with me." 

Kristy took his hand and sat next to Bill. She felt nervous, yet excited. She watched intently the couple on the TV. The woman was sitting on a table and the man was stroking his cock in and out of her shaved pussy. 

Bill watched Kristy, her body language. She crossed her legs and her little puffy nipples were getting hard. 

Bill reached over and uncrossed Kristy's legs. He rested his hand on the inside of her left thigh. 

Kristy stared at the screen as Bill grabbed her left hand and placed it under the blanket on his throbbing cock. Kristy wanted to pull away, but felt as though she couldn't. 

Kristy squeezed his cock hard, "It's so big." 

Bill's right hand found it's way to the edge of Kristy's bikini bottom. Kristy unconsciously opened her legs to give Bill easier access. He wiggled his finger just enough to feel just how wet she was getting. 

Bill whispered. "Take them off." 

Kristy was starting to breathe heavy, and without hesitation, let go of Bill's cock and slid them down and kicked them across the room. 

Kristy pulled back the blanket and again grabbed Bill's cock. Bill was already to explode. He was not only horny, Kristy was the source of his fantasies. All weekend long he watched as she paraded around with little on. He wanted that little hot body, and now she was grasping his hard on.

Bill paused the video as the woman was giving a blow job.

"Have you ever done that?" Bill asked.

Kristy smiled. "Yes, but I'm not very good." 

Bill turned the video off pause. "Watch Kristy." 

She studied the TV as Bill's left hand found it;s way between Kristy's legs. 

"Touch yourself Kristy, right here," as his finger parted her wet lips. 

She rubbed Bill's hand and fingers with hers massaging her swollen pussy. 

Bill again paused the cassette. "Now, just repeat what you seen," Bill said as he guided Kristy's head to his waiting cock.

Kristy slowly licked his pre-cum and took the head of his cock in her mouth. 

Bill moaned, and Kristy stopped. "Did I hurt you," She asked.

Bill smiled, and guided her head back down. "Oh no. Don't stop." 

Bill hit the remote off pause and watched as Kristy serviced him. Bill felt himself beginning to cum and pulled Kristy away.

The scene changed and the woman was getting her juices lapped up. 

Bill knelt down in front of Kristy, grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge of the couch. He parted her lips with his tongue as Kristy tried to squirm away. He grabbed her and teased her slowly, parting her lips, working his way up to her swollen clit. 

Kristy moaned, "Yessssss, right there." 

Bill slowly inserted a finger in Kristy's tight little pussy. Kristy pushed her hips towards his finger begging him for more.

"OMG," she said. "Please fuck me!" 

Bill pulled Kristy on top of him to the floor. She waisted no time guiding him to her aching wetness. Both gasped as their bodies became one. Bill rolled her over so that he could kneel between her legs and watch his cock spit Kristy in two. 

His fantasy was coming true. He watched her little pussy hold on as he thrust his cock in and out of her. Bill lay on her sucking on her nipples forcing his cock even deeper. 

Kristy felt a feeling in her stomach she had never experienced before. She dug her nails into his back screaming, "Oh fuck, yeeeeeeeeeees, yessssssss." 

Bill ground hard on her little clit as he felt an explosion from within. His cock and pubic hair was being soaked from her massive orgasm. 

He pulled out ,screamed with pleasure as he shot his load all over little Kristy. Bill knelt there, holding his cock in his hand, when a voice from across the room cried out, "Daddy?"  



Busted



This story was written without the knowledge or consent of the members of Da Kine Bail Bonds. No harm or offense is meant to anyone portrayed in its content.

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The music coming from the DJ booth was throbbing through the room as I sat in a far corner of the bar nursing a beer. My roommate was supposed to meet me here about 20 minutes earlier. As of yet she hadn't arrived or called. So I figured I'd finish my beer, call a cab and head home. 

I heard some excited screaming coming from the front of the bar, and looked up briefly to see what was going on. There were too many people crowded around the front, but I heard shouts of 'Oh my God it's Leland.'and 'Ooh Leland' So it was quite easy to figure out that Hawaii's hottest bounty hunter had come into the club. I wondered briefly if he was working or here on pleasure. 

I love the show and am actually a member of a few fan sites for him, but I had no intention of being just another screaming fan. So I sat there and took a few more sips of my drink. 

"Is this seat taken?" A deep voice questioned from my right. I looked up and realized that none other than Leland himself was looking for a seat!

"Nope, it's yours if you want it. I'm Deana." I replied flashing him a smile.

"Hi I'm. . . ." He paused mid-sentence as he was sitting down beside me.

"Hi, did you forget your name?" I said with a laugh.

"Sorry I'm Leland . . . " he said blushing a really cute pink color.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't be a wench. I knew who you were. You probably don't get a chance to actually introduce yourself without people telling you who you are!" I chuckled

"Yeah it doesn't happen very often. So if you don't mind me asking, why are you hiding back here in the dark?" 

"Oh, same as you, I'm hiding from my adoring public" Lord, I was in a mood tonight, I thought to myself. Leland laughed a deep chuckle and flashed me his famous brilliant smile. It was even sexier in real life than on TV.

"Good then we can hide out together!" He said as he scooted his chair a little closer to mine.

"To hiding!" I said as I raised my beer and he raised his cola. We sat and talked about nothing in particular for a while.

"So do you want to dance?" He asked as we set our drinks down.

"Absolutely! Do I need my purse?"

"What?"

"You know, do I need any singles?" I said as I lifted an eyebrow teasingly!

"I'm never gonna live down the whole 'Masked Stripper' thing, am I?" He answered hanging his head in mock shame after giving me a sexy wink.

"Oh no you're gonna carry that one forever! Do you realize that with that one comment, you had millions of women around the world running to change their panties!" 

"Really? You included?" He said as he took my hand and held my chair for me.

"I'll never tell!" I said giving him a saucy wink! " So let's go see what you can do with that sexy ass of yours!" Good lord. I was really laying it on tonight! I don't know what was with me. I hadn't even finished one beer. But Leland didn't seem to mind so I figured I'd just roll with it!

We headed out onto the dance floor and began to move. Geez maybe he really was a stripper because the man moved his body in ways that I think are illegal in several states! The bar was warm but the temperature in our personal space seemed to soar. 

It's been a while since I enjoyed getting down on the dance floor but we moved together like a well-oiled machine. In and out, back and forth with a few twists and grinds thrown in to fuel the fire. Within minutes we went from safe no contact dancing to all up on each other. 

My hands roamed across the taut expanse of his hard chest as his ran down across my butt. I could feel him pressed against me, the heat of his shaft hot and hard against my softness. I leaned into him as he began to nibble my neck. God I love when a man does that. It sent shivers of ecstasy from the spot on my neck directly to my moistening slit. The song ended but we remained close, our bodies touching most intimately. 

"So do you want to get out of here?" He asked breathing hard in my ear.

"Yeah. Let's get out of here!" I said taking his hand in mine. Seeing the crowd of girls at the front of the bar, we ducked out the back exit.

"I live a few blocks from here, if you want?" 

"Great, let's go." 

We reached Leland's truck and quickly headed toward his apt. I sat next to him with my hand on his thigh. I could feel the heat coming off his body as we pulled into the parking lot. Coming around to open my door, he grabbed my hand and we ran to his place. 

Once inside we were on each other once more before the door was completely closed. Kissing me deeply he kicked the door shut behind him. My hands went to the buttons on his black button-down shirt, greedily tearing them open. His own hands made quick work of the denim mini skirt I was wearing before grabbing the hem of my lavender tee shirt and pulling upwards. 

Breaking the kiss, he looked at me as he pulled my shirt off. "You know I don't usually bring girls home from the bar!"

"Well then I guess we are ok, since I don't usually go home with guys I just met!" I laughed as I reached down to unbutton his khakis. Leland's sensuous mouth was once more on mine like a condemned man devouring his last meal.

Within minutes we were both as naked as the day we were born. Scooping me up in his beautifully muscled arms, he headed down the hall toward his bedroom. Setting me down gently in the middle of his big brass bed, he reached into his bedside table to grab a condom.

"You don't mind do you?" He asked holding the tiny foil pouch before me.

"Hell no!" I said taking it out of his hand. With my other hand I pushed gently on his chest, indicating I wanted him to lie back. Holding the pouch in one hand, I used my teeth to gently tear it open. Setting the opened pack on his firm belly I leaned down between his solid and lightly haired thighs and took his semi-hard shaft into my mouth. I began the slow up and down movement of a first-class blow job. The low groans coming from Leland told me I was doing a good job. Once his cock was hard, I pulled the condom out of the pouch and set it on the tip of his cock. 

Looking up at him with a wicked gleam in my blues eyes, I took the tip back into my mouth rolling the condom down with my lips.

"Oh god that was so hot!" Leland said as I sat up sliding forward, ready to impale myself on his hard ready shaft.

RIIIIIING!!!!! 

Beep, beep beep!!!

Our phones began to ring simultaneously. 

"Damn" He said with a groan.

"What the . . . " I said realizing the beep of my phone. "I'm not gonna get that!"

"I'm sorry I gotta get mine, that's my work phone!" He said with a curse.

We both ran into the living room to find our phones amongst the heap of clothes. 

"Bail Bonds!" Leland said as he answered his phone.

"Hello! This had better be important!" I griped into my phone, realizing it was my roommate, Nadia.

"Dee, I don't know what to do . . . they are gonna get him, and I'm gonna go to jail!" she blubbered in my ear.

"Nad, what are you talking about, slow down, take a deep breath and talk to me!" I asked her trying to get her to calm down. Leland had gone into the kitchen to take his call, so I sat down on the couch after grabbing our clothes off the floor. Nadia took a few deep breaths and began to explain, as I sorted our clothes and folded them neatly.

"Dog came here looking for Frankie! I didn't even know he was wanted! Hell I never knew he had a record!!! We weren't home when they were here earlier, but they told the manager they were looking for him. Well I came home from work to change so I could come meet you. Frankie is passed out in the bedroom, like a typical Saturday night, but the manager told me she called Dog and they are coming to get him."

"So let them pick his sorry ass up and take him to jail!" 

"But Dee I'm harboring a fugitive! I don't want to go to jail!" Nadia started crying again so I held the phone away from my ear. When I did, I heard Leland say 'I'll be there in half an hour.' I heard him curse after hanging up the phone as he pulled the unused condom off and threw it away.

"All right Nadia, I'll be right there. Don't wake him up! Do you hear me?" I told her. After getting her promise I hung up and began to dress again.

"I'm really sorry Dee, but . . . " Leland said as he pulled a pair of camouflage pants and a black UnderArmour tee shirt out of the dryer and began to dress as well.

" Somehow I think our calls were about the same thing!" I said as I buttoned my skirt after tucking my tee in.

"You do?"

"Yeah my roommate is dating Frankie Cotton. She didn't know he was wanted. She's freaking out, because she thinks she is harboring a fugitive and is gonna go to jail!" 

"Well as long as she doesn't prevent us from taking him, she's fine." He said as he tossed his belt around his waist adding his mace, handcuffs and radio. 

"So shall we go get him and you can claim the capture all on your own?" I said as I grabbed my purse off the floor and Leland grabbed his keys.

"I can't grab a fugitive by myself. Especially Frankie, he's known for carrying a knife."

"But see I happen to know that he is passed out at the apt, right now. It'll be an easy capture!" I said with a wink.

" I still can't get him alone. For one thing I have to have the paperwork on me, and for another thing, I wasn't supposed to be out tonight, so how would I explain how I found out that he was home passed out?" He said as we got in the truck and headed to my place.

Pulling into my parking lot, Leland leaned in to kiss me goodnight. Without really thinking, I reached down with my right hand and gave his shaft a few gentle rubs, distracting him, while quickly slipping his handcuffs off his belt. I dropped them into my purse and said goodnight.

"Maybe we can try again another night?" I said as I kissed him once more, turned and hopped out of the truck. He waved as he turned the truck around and headed down the highway.

'Oh geez, I just stole his handcuffs!' I thought to myself as I stood there waiting for him to turn around and freak. But after three or four minutes I realized he was most likely not coming back, so I turned and ran up to my apt. Unlocking the door, I saw Nadia sitting on the couch, curled up with a pillow looking like hell. "It's cool Nad, I've got everything under control."

Walking into my friends' bedroom, I thanked god that Frankie was lying on his back with his arms stretched above his head. 

"Frankie . . . Frankie." I whispered as I got closer. Frankie only smiled in his sleep. When I stood next to the bed I gently shook his shoulder to see if he'd wake up. When he only groaned a little I quickly snapped the cuffs around his wrists securing him there. 

"Okay Nadia, now we just wait for Dog to get here!"

"Dee what did you do?" She asked looking at me with panic in her green eyes.

"I handcuffed him!"

"You did what!" She said raising her voice.

"Shhh, we don't want him to wake up before they get here." I walked to the door and noticed a pair of SUV's that I'm sure belonged to the Dog and his crew. "I'll be right back!" I told Nadia as I headed out the door and down the stairs.

I walked right up to the SUV that Dog was standing beside.

"Excuse me sir . . . " I said tapping him on the shoulder.

"Yes"

"I understand you are looking for Frankie Cotton."

"Yeah we are and you are?" He asked with interest. I could feel Leland's eyes burning into me, but I refused to meet his glance.

"My roommate is dating him and he's passed out in her bedroom. She's kinda freaked out thinking you are going to arrest her for him being there." I said trying to sound as sweet and innocent as possible.

"Thanks. We appreciate the help. Do you think it'll take a lot to wake him up or do you think he's out cold?"

"Well considering he didn't wake up when I put the cuffs on him . . . " As I said this, I chanced a glance at Leland as his eyes darkened with a flash of anger. I quickly turned my gaze back to Dog.

"You cuffed him! Are you a cop?" He questioned me with disbelief in his voice.

"No, I'm not, but I, uhh, went out with one once and he left them at my place." I stammered, blushing a deep red. 

"That's funny, hey Leland didn't you say yours were missing? Maybe this pretty lady will let you have hers!" Dog just laughed mistaking the reason for my blush. He must have thought I was into some kinky stuff because he just chuckled deeply. Leland on the other hand knew exactly why I was blushing. And did not appear too happy about it.

"All right, Regulators, mount up!" Dog said as they followed me up to the apartment. I stood in the doorway and pointed toward Nadia's bedroom. Tim and Dog went in to get Frankie as Leland hung back. 

"I can't believe you stole my cuffs!" Leland whispered menacingly in my ear. "That took balls! I just can't believe you did it!"

"I'm really sorry . . . I wasn't thinking. I knew he stays out for about an hour and I didn't want to run the risk of him waking up and getting away from you." I whispered trying to plead my case of insanity to him.

"You could have been hurt!"

"Hey baby what's with the cuffs? Feeling like having a little fun?" We heard Frankie call from the bedroom. 

"No fun for you Frankie, Freeze!" Tim hollered as he and Dog rushed into the bedroom. Leland ran in to see if he could help.

"Oh shit man!" Frankie called as the men grabbed him and pulled him from the bedroom. "Nadia, how could you do this to me baby!"

"She didn't you piece of shit! Leave my best friend alone!" I said as they brought him toward the door.

"You bitch! I never liked you." He said as he spit in my face.

"Son of a bitch!" Dog said as he slammed Frankie against the railing. "That is not how you treat a lady! Sorry about that sista. Thanks for the help! We'll make sure you get your cuffs back tomorrow." He said with a wink.

"That's ok just let Leland have them, you said he needed a pair." I said not even looking at Leland.

After they left, I closed the door and went to wash my face. 

"Oh Nad, I screwed up big time!" I said as I came back into our living room and flopped onto the couch with my head on her shoulder.

"What are you talking about? I'm the one who was dating a felon! By the way, I heard you say something about dating a cop? When? Are you holding out on me!!!" She said tossing her arm around my shoulder.

"Well kinda . . . they were Leland's cuffs."

"That Leland?" When I shook my head, she continued to question me. "How on earth did you end up with Leland's cuffs?"

"I met him at the bar while I was waiting for you. We went back to his place and that's where I was when you called. Dog called Leland at the same time. So when Leland dropped me off here before meeting the crew, I took them. Now he's never gonna want to talk to me again!" I said with a bit of a whine.

"Well this was certainly one of the dumber things you've ever done on a first date!" Nadia said laughing and patting my shoulder

"Hey, whose side are you on, here!" I said as I sat up pouting like I was mad at her.

"Well I'm just saying it's certainly one way to get attention! I'm sure it's a date he'll never forget!" Nadia said laughing.

I got up and headed into my bedroom to change into my PJ's. The phone began to ring just as I pulled my satin shorts up over my hips. Nadia picked it up and hollered that it was for me. I tossed the matching tank top on and jogged out into the living room.

Nadia winked as she handed me the phone. I raised an eyebrow questioningly as I said 'Hello . . . '

"Hey, Deana, it's Leland."

"Look if you're calling about the handcuffs I'm really, really sorry. It was a stupid thing to do. I'll understand if you don't want to talk to me again." I said sounding as defeated as I felt.

"Well actually I was calling about the handcuffs, but also because I didn't get a chance to get your cell number or give you mine." 

"Oh . . . " I said stunned. "Then how are you calling?" 

"Umm this is your house number, we got it from Frankie's family, they knew he stayed there."

"Duh, feeling kinda dumb. You really still want my number?" I asked in utter disbelief, I mean I stole the man's handcuffs and he still wanted my number? The dating gods must be smiling on me today after all.

"Yeah, I thought we had some pretty good, uhh, chemistry going earlier!" Clearing his throat, he continued. "And to be honest with you I'm usually the one pulling jokes and stunts, so the fact that you managed to get my cuffs has me intrigued." He said with a chuckle.

"Well I did kinda distract you when I grabbed them." I said with a sexy giggle.

"Yeah I guess you did. So do you want to go on a real date, say, tomorrow?"

"That sounds wonderful."

"Great then I'll pick you up around 7ish. Wear something comfortable, okay?" 

"Great I'll see you tomorrow then." I hung up the phone and started dancing around the room! "Nadia he still wants to see me!!!" I said as she looked at me from the couch.

"So I guess you didn't screw up as badly as you thought!" She said before turning back to the TV show she was watching.

"Well hun I'm heading to bed, I'll see you in the morning." I said as I waved goodnight and headed to my room.

"Night you goof!"

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Morning dawned bright and beautiful as it usually did in here in paradise. I had slept wonderfully with dreams of continuing what Leland and I started last night. Nothing like waking up feeling all warm and fuzzy, if not a little sticky! This thought made me chuckle as I padded barefoot into the shower. Nothing was going to too much trouble for tonight. 

I guess it was a good thing that I was off today so I could spend the day pampering myself and making sure that every nook and cranny was fresh, clean and yummy. I decided to take a nice hot bubble bath rather than a shower. I grabbed some coconut bubble bath and poured a healthy amount under the running water. It's funny I love the smell and flavor of coconut, but can't stand to eat it! Hmm go figure! 

When my bath was full, I slipped slowly under the tropical smelling foam. I moaned softly as the warm water caressed my skin ever so gently. 

I never realized just how sensual bathing could be until that moment. Every casual touch to my own body only seemed to heighten the pleasure I was already feeling. Just shaving my legs was a near orgasmic experience. Sliding my hands up my legs felt much like the caress of a lover. Lord if I kept this up I'd never make it to our date this evening.

I quickly finished my bath and tried to think about anything that might take my mind off the mounting arousal. But unfortunately everything seemed to make its way back to sex. I almost took a cold shower just to cool off. But oh well, hopefully by 7pm I'd cool off some.

Ok so maybe the dating gods weren't smiling on me after all. I walked out of the bathroom to find Nadia watching my Best of . . . Dog the Bounty Hunter DVD. Doomed, I was so doomed. 

"Hey Dee I can so understand why you were so worked up about snagging Leland's cuffs! He's so hot it's not even funny! Hey are you all right, you look kinda pale?" She asked when she turned from the TV to talk to me.

"Oh lord Nad, please turn it off! I can't take it!!!" I walked over to the DVD player and quickly hit stop.

"Hey what's the deal!" She said turning the DVD back on with the remote. 

"Girl I had the hottest dream last night and just can't seem to cool off!" I said as I turned the player off again.

"Wow, so if just meeting him has you all in a frenzy, I can't imagine what you'll be like tomorrow!" She said laughing and tossing a pillow at me as she once more turned it back on.

"But Nad, you don't understand . . . "

"So enlighten me . . . "




Busted



"We were NAKED when you all called!" I said as I reached behind the TV and unplugged the DVD player.

"Ohh! I see. Damn so you've got a serious case of blue balls! Hey do girls get blue balls? What do we call it . . . blue ovaries?" She questioned, as she burst into a fit of hysterics. 

"I'm so glad you see my dilemma as funny." I said laughing as I threw the pillow back at her, but missing by a mile. "Now please come help me pick something out to wear tonight!"

Nadia hopped up off the couch and grabbed my hand as we ran to my room to pick something out. We spent 3 hours running through everything in my closet and hers, but I just could not decide on a single thing to wear. 

"All right woman, there are 2 options here . . . you can either go on your date naked, which I doubt Leland would mind, but there are laws against that sort of thing!" Nadia said chuckling as she tossed me a pair of jean shorts and a little pink tee. "Or we can go SHOPPING!!!" 

I quickly dressed, grabbed my shoes and my purse. We grabbed the keys to the car and headed to the mall. 

Ok so even if the dating gods weren't on my side at least the shopping ones were. Within minutes of walking into my favorite department store, I found a gorgeous khaki colored silk skirt. I tried it on and discovered it fit beautifully! The silk skimmed my toned ass like a glove, but without making it hard to walk. The material then fell gracefully to just above my knees with a flirty 'swish'. 

I also found a turquoise top with a matching tank. The outer layer was made of a soft flowy sheer material in a classic work-shirt style. I just loved the Mother-of-Pearl buttons on the front and soon found a pair of shoulder grazing earrings to match.


My shopping luck continued to hold as I found a pair of strappy kitten-heeled sandals, with a similar Mother-of-Pearl accent on them. And they were on sale too!

It was about 2 o'clock when we finished shopping so I treated Nadia to a light lunch. We sat and talked like nothing had happened the day before.

"So are you sure you're ok about Frankie?" I asked as we ate our salads.

"You know, I am! I was really scared last night, but I realized today that I never should have had to deal with something like this! I think 'Do you have a criminal record?' will become a standard first date question though!" She said laughing.

"That's good! I'm really sorry that you had to go through it but at least you found out now rather than further into your relationship."

"Yeah but I'm gonna take some time out of the dating scene to make sure I know just what I'm looking for. I mean we aren't getting any younger, you know."

"Geez, you make it sound like we are ready to be put out to pasture. We're only 28! It's not that old!"

"I know but I've been starting to think about wanting a family and kids and stuff like that." She told me setting her fork down.

"Really?" I said as I looked at her.

"Yeah, I was talking to some old friends back on the mainland, and everybody seems to be getting married and having babies and I am kinda feeling left out."

"Wow! I hadn't really thought much about it!" 

"All right enough about ticking clocks, let's go get your hair done! My treat!"

"Ok sounds like fun!" We tossed our trash and headed off to the salon. Another hour and a half later my reddish brown hair fell down my back in soft waves. Everyone agreed that it looked really sexy. Now if only Leland would think so.

By the time we got back to our apartment it was 5:30. So I decided to paint my nails a seashell pink. It also kinda reminded me of the first rays of sunset. I started to get dressed after my nails were completely dry. 

I wore a simple black lace bra which contrasted the light tan of my skin. A matching lace thong covered my freshly shaven mound. I skipped the stockings since I was wearing sandals. The tank top came next, with the sheer top left unbuttoned to just below my breasts. I tucked the tank into the skirt and tied the top at my waist. After spraying a little Karma perfume on, I slid the earrings into my ears, and strapped the sandals around my ankles. 

I added just a little lipstick and eyeshadow, and by quarter to 7 I was ready to go. I was just coming out of my bedroom, when the doorbell rang. I heard Nadia open the door and say 'hi' to Leland. A shiver of anticipation ran down my spine when I heard him reply. Lord he's got a sexy voice! Smooth, like expensive dark chocolate! 

"Wow, you look amazing!" Leland said as I walked into the living room. 

"So do you!" He was wearing a pair of white Dockers and a black polo. God he was stunning. His hair was pulled back in his standard ponytail, but it seemed to gleam in the sunlight. 

"Are you ready?" He asked as he took my hand in his.

"Yeah, so where are we going?" I asked as I grabbed my purse off the counter.

"It's a secret! Nice seeing you again Nadia." Leland said as he waved to my best friend.

"Ooh I love secrets! I can't wait!" I gave my friend a hug and said good night.

Leland held my hand the whole way down to his truck. He opened my door and brushed my skirt out of the way of the door. Of course I think it had more to do with running his hands across my thigh, than any fear of the material catching in the door. But hey I wasn't complaining. Walking around to the drivers side he slid in beside me, and planted a kiss on my lips when his door shut.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since last night." He said as he rubbed the spot just behind my right ear. It seemed like he already knew all the spots that just drove me wild. I shivered with delight and moaned in pleasure. 

"I haven't been able to think of any thing else either." I said when I was able to catch my breath.

"As much as I'd like to just take you back to my place and finish what we started last night, I would also like to take you on an actual date. So I've got to stop touching you or we are never gonna make it to dinner." With that said Leland buckled his seat belt and started the truck. I did the same and we headed off toward downtown.

We drove for a few minutes until we arrived at the ritzy restaurant Leland had chosen. It sat right on the beach with a wonderful view. I had never been here before but had heard the food was amazing.

"I thought we could eat out on the patio, since it's so nice out." Leland said as the maitre'd led us to our table. 

"That's a wonderful idea. It'll be nice to watch the sun go down while we eat."

"You really look amazing tonight." Leland whispered in my ear as he held my chair out for me. His warm breath in my ear sent goose bumps down my arms. Seeing them Leland ran his hands up and down my arms as he asked, "Are you cold?"

"So far from it, isn't funny!" I told him as he took his seat across from mine. I stretched my foot out and ran it seductively up his calf, and tossing him a sexy wink.

"We gotta stop or you're gonna ruin all my carefully laid out plans." He said with a chuckle.

When our waiter arrived I ordered a small steak with rice and steamed veggies. I laughed as Leland order almost the exact same thing. Turns out we both like our steaks done medium rare and enjoyed drinking sweet tea. 

We talked while we waited for our meal to arrive. Leland asked what I did for a living and what brought me to the islands.

"I run the service department at a local furniture store. It's not glamorous work, but I enjoy it. I worked my way from counter girl and into sales but really found my home dealing with suppliers, parts, repairs and stuff like that." I said as we scooted our chairs closer together so we could watch the setting sun. 

"Well that's good, you see I have this tear in my mattress, that I think needs some attention!" Leland said raising his eyebrows teasingly.

"Well maybe I'll have to take a close look at it sometime!" I teased back.

"So what brought you out here, 'cause no offense but I don't think you're a local girl?" 

"No offense taken. Nadia moved out here a few years back when she decided to go back to college. Then, when the store I worked for, back on the mainland closed, she invited me out to take a break and I just never went home!" 

"Oooh Leland this looks wonderful!" I said as the waiter brought our meals to us. We ate in friendly silence, savoring the incredible flavors on the plates before us. As we finished our meal, the waiter came back and asked if we wanted dessert.

"Do you want something?" Leland asked as he grabbed his wallet out for the bill. 

"It all looks really good but I couldn't eat another thing." I said with a contented sigh.

Turning to the waiter Leland order a piece of strawberry cheesecake to go. "This cheesecake is incredible, we'll enjoy it later." He told me giving me a wink. The waiter was soon back with the cheesecake in a take out box and took Leland's credit card to pay for our meal. When he came back, Leland slipped a very generous tip under his water glass and took my hand as we headed out the door.

Twilight was just beginning to fall as we left the restaurant. Instead of heading to the truck Leland led me to a set of stone steps leading down to the beach. When we reached the bottom he scooped me up and set me on a large boulder, and began to unbuckle my sandals.

"It'll be much easier to walk with out them." He said as he caressed my ankles. "You have such sexy legs. There are really amazing!"

"Thank you!" I replied as he lifted me back down, setting me gently onto the sand. I wiggled my toes into the cool sand and giggled like a little kid. "I love the feeling of the sand between my toes." I said a little guiltily. 

"Yeah me too." Leland said as he took his shoes and socks off. He rolled the cuffs of his slacks up and then we headed down to the waters edge. We walked along the shoreline, Leland's arm over my shoulder, my arm around his waist. We walked a little way down the beach until we came to a secluded cove area. 

No one else was around so we sat down on some large rocks and watched the sun set. Just as the last rays of the sun dropped below the horizon Leland turned to me and claimed my mouth in a searing kiss. His passion left me breathless. I kissed back with eagerness. Our lips melted together sharing the heat we were creating.

I sighed as I felt Leland's hand travel under my skirt, and slide slowly up my thigh. Cradling my back with his other hand, he leaned against me pushing me gently down against the surface of the rock we sat on. My left hand caressed his hard back, I could feel the muscles move as his hands played upon my body. I used my right hand to untuck the front of his shirt from his pants, and slid my fingers beneath it to trace the hard planes of his stomach and chest. 

My sigh became a moan as Leland's skilled fingers reached my lace-covered mound. Slipping them beneath the lace, he dipped into my moist slit.

Breaking our kiss I cried out, "Oh yes! Leland keep touching me please!" 

"With pleasure." Leland said as he took my mouth once again. His tongue teased mine and sent swirls of ecstasy through my pulsing body. Pulling his mouth from mine he dropped kisses down my throat, to the hollow between my breasts. 

"Oh god" I cried as Leland entered me, his fingers playing the music of desire in my slit. Making love to me with his hand, his thumb keeping rhythm on my clit. Part of me wanted to return some of the pleasure he was giving me, but when I reached down to caress his shaft, Leland just shook his head 'no'. 

"I want you to come for me. I want to watch as you ride the wave of your orgasm. Will you come for me?" He questioned as he looked into my eyes. He continued to caress the warm wet walls of my slit. I cried out when he managed to find my g-spot. Realizing what he'd found he continued his caresses.

This was the first time any guy had found it and the sensation was incredible. At first I thought I had to pee, god what a buzz kill that is, but the sensation quickly turned into something altogether different. It was almost a pulsing coming from the inside. It caused the throbbing in my clit to intensify. 

My head was hanging off the edge of the rock as I stared into space, reveling in the amazing feelings coming from my groin.

"God you are incredible, you're so close. I can feel it. I can feel you tightening against my fingers, come for me. Come for me!" Leland whispered encouragement into the night air.

Hearing him ask me to 'come' seemed to throw my body into overdrive. "Ohhh, God!" I cried as the stars overhead began to swirl in the sky. My orgasm causing them to move as though they were dancing above us. 

"That was amazing!" Leland said as he sat up and kissed me again. "Oh shit, Deana did I hurt you?" He asked as he saw the tears roll down my cheeks. "God honey I'm so sorry I didn't mean to hurt you, you should have told me!" He continued to apologize until I reached up slowly and pressed a single finger to his lips. Removing it, I reached for his hand, for help into a sitting position. 

After a few minutes of catching my breath, I wiped my tears and kissed him deeply. "You did not hurt me! I promise. I have never in my life had an orgasm so powerful before. I'm sorry I cried, but it was as though a dam burst and every emotion I have ever felt was captured in that one single orgasm. That's why the tears." 

"Oh, I've never been able to find the G-spot before, Maui & I tried but I never got anything like that from her." He said. "Man I'm sorry you probably don't really want to hear about my ex-wife right now, sorry!"

"It's ok, I can understand why it came up." I said with a chuckle. "Can we go back to your place now? I'd like to get a look at that tear in your mattress, if you don't mind." 

"That sounds like a great idea. I want to make love to you properly." He said as he helped me to my feet. We walked hand in hand back to the restaurant parking lot. Again he held my door for me, before getting in on the drivers side. We drove back to his apartment snuggled together in the front seat.

When we arrived back at his apartment, Leland lit some candles and turned on some soft music. Taking my hands Leland brought me close to him and we began dancing there in the living room. We kissed gently, swaying together with the slow rhythm of the music. Slowly we danced our way down the hallway and arrived in his darkened bedroom. Leland was reaching for the light as I stepped out of his embrace. I quickly removed my clothes and tossed them onto the chair in the corner of his bedroom.

"My turn to make you come." I said as I reached for the button of his slacks.

"Mmmm. Sounds good." Leland said as I slid the zipper down and reached in his fly to pull his gorgeous cock out. I gave the head a quick kiss before reaching down and untying his shoes for him. He quickly kicked them off before I pulled off his socks.

Looking up at him, I took his shaft between my pink lips. Snaking my tongue out, I twirled it around the head of his shaft, teasing gently. Leland's moans filtered down as I slipped my mouth back and forwards on him. I really enjoyed giving Leland a blow job. He's got a perfect cock. Not too big, or too long but just perfect enough! I knelt at his feet and gave him a blow job like none I'd given before. Within minutes I felt his balls tighten under my chin. 

"Oh god . . . " Leland cried out as he gripped the doorframe. "I'm gonna cum!" A few more strokes and I could feel his come forcing its way out of his shaft. I pulled his shaft out of my mouth just as the warm milky white fluid came splashing out. Since I'm not into facials, I let his hot come splash all over my creamy breasts. "That was incredible! You are really good at that."

"I try!" I said giving him a little wink. Leland took my hand to lead me into the bathroom. Rather than grabbing a washcloth he turned the shower on to let the water warm up nicely. 

"This will be easier than trying to scrub that off." Leland said as he reached in to test the water temperature. 

"And a lot more fun!" I answered with a laugh. Leland stripped off his clothes and stepped under the warm water. He took my hand and pulled me under the running water with him. Standing behind me he drizzled body wash across my breasts. Leaning forward to add a little water to the mix, Leland began to caress them, working up a fine lather. "Oooh that feels so good!"

We enjoyed the warm water, taking turns washing each other. His hands felt so wonderful against my skin. The soap causing them to slide slickly across my soft curves. Hearing my moans of delight as his palms grazed my nipples, he stopped and concentrated his efforts there. I stood in front of him, my butt resting comfortably against his hard thighs. His hardening shaft nestled nicely against my butt cheeks. He took my standing nipples between his thumbs and first fingers and rolled gently, causing erotic thrills roll throughout my body. To support myself I reached up and braced my arms against the front of the shower, letting the water run down my back and roll between us.

RING, RING, RING!

"Damn not again! That's the house phone, I'll let the machine get it!" He said as he continued caressing my breasts.

'...I'm really sorry to call Mr. Chapman, but Dakota, isn't feeling well . . . ' the caller on the machine said.

"Oh, shit I gotta get that." He said hopping out of the shower and running to his bedroom to grab the phone before the caller hung up. I finished rinsing the soap from my skin, turned off the water and toweled off. I quickly walked back to the bedroom to retrieve my clothes as Leland was talking on the phone. '...I'm sorry you aren't felling good buddy, I'll be there to get you in about 45 minutes ok?...All right. Love ya brah!... Thanks for calling me Mrs. Simms I'm sorry for any trouble. I'll see you shortly.' 

After hanging up the phone, Leland turned to me looking really sad. "I'm really sorry, but Dakota is sick. He was at a sleep-over, but I need to go get him. I'm really sorry."

"Hey don't be sorry, your son needs you!" I said with a smile. "Maybe this was just not meant to happen for us." I laughed, but even I didn't believe my own ears. Was I really telling Leland Chapman that maybe we were just not meant to have sex? 

"Well I don't know about that, but I am still really sorry. So I guess for the second night in a row I need to take you home." Leland told me as he got dressed. "Maybe we can try again sometime?"

"Yeah maybe." I told him, as we finished dressing and headed out to the truck. He drove me back to my apartment and dropped me off. He gave me a long kiss before I opened the door. I got out and closed the door after Leland said he'd call me. I waved as he pulled away.

It seemed like such a long walk up to my apartment. I couldn't help but think that maybe Leland and I were just not meant to be an item. The chemistry between us was just so strong it wasn't funny. But maybe that's all it was. Oh well I guess time will tell. Nadia was already in bed when I walked through the door. So I tiptoed through our apartment, stripped and climbed into bed. Alone.

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Monday arose as just another gray day. It seemed to match my mood so perfectly. I headed in to work to start my week off. I spent the morning ordering parts and scheduling service calls. By the time noon rolled around I was exhausted as well as being in a foul mood. I couldn't help but run over the events of this past weekend. Although there were many wonderful moments; the bar, Leland's bedroom, dinner and then the sunset on the beach, and of course the shower. I couldn't help thinking that maybe all we had was physical chemistry. Maybe there wasn't anything more to us. 

I was so deep in my thoughts I barely heard my name over the intercom. I paged the main office to see what was up. Kelly, the office girl told me I had a visitor. Figuring it was one of my customers or a delivery of some parts I told her to send them up to my office. I went back to my work while I waited my visitor, soon there was a gentle 'rap' on my office door. 




Busted



I looked up and was shocked to see a giant bouquet of flowers hovering at my door window. I laughed as I recognized the muscular tattooed arms holding them. I hopped up from my chair to open the door for Leland.

"Delivery!" He said holding the vase out for me. They were absolutely gorgeous. The bouquet was full of pretty pink Stargazer Lilies and white roses. Two of my favorite flowers.

"Oh Leland they are just beautiful! How did you know, those are my favorites!" I said taking them from him and setting them on the corner of my desk. "Have a seat." I said motioning to the couch in my office. 

"How's it? I hope you are having a good Monday." He said as he pulled me down to sit beside him.

"Oh it's going, it is Monday!" I laughed. "I've spent the day thinking."

"You too?"

"Yeah, I just don't think that this is meant to be for us. I mean we had a really great time, but I just don't think . . . " I started as he looked at me with those gorgeous dark brown eyes.

"What . . . I was actually thinking just the opposite." He said as he turned so he was facing me. "I mean normally not getting to 'finish' would bother me, but with you, I can't wait for the next chance we get together. It's gonna be explosive!"

"Well yeah I mean I understand that, but do you think we have anything other than a healthy sex drive." 

"Ok so tell me did you have a good time at dinner last night?" He asked.

"Of course I did!"

"Why?"

"Well, I enjoyed talking to you and learning about your life and your family. And the food was great!" I said with a laugh.

"Yeah it was really good wasn't it! But you see I had fun just talking to you and learning about you too. And I want to know more about you. I want to know about your family, how you grew up and what you want your future to hold." He said taking my hand in his.

"Are you sure, I mean something always seems to come up. Granted neither one could have been helped, I mean Saturday you were just doing your job, and last night your son was way more important than our date. But maybe somebody is trying to tell us something." I said as I leaned my head onto his shoulder. "Don't get me wrong I'd really like to give it another try!" 

"Good because I'd really like to go out this Friday night. I've already told my dad that I'll be unreachable all night long and Maui wants to take the boys to the zoo on Saturday so they will be with her all weekend. So it'll be just you and me. If you care to join me that is, otherwise I'm just gonna be really lonely!" He said giving me a puppy-dog smile. 

"Well I guess maybe the third times the charm. Ok, I get off at 5:00 every day, so I can be ready by 6:30" I said giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Wonderful, I'll talk to you soon, bye babe. I gotta get back to the office, but I'll talk to you later." He said as he took my face in his hands and placed a gentle kiss in my lips. 

"Ok, bye" I said as he left me breathless on my couch. I couldn't help but lean back and watch him walk away down the hallway. Lord he's got a fabulous ass! And he called me 'babe'! Maybe this really could work out after all.

++++++

The rest of the week went by rather quickly. Leland came to see me every day during lunch, sometimes bringing it with him and other times we'd go to the fast food joint around the corner. We talked about my family and how I grew up. Leland also called me every evening. We talked for hours just really getting to know each other. So by the time Friday morning rolled around we both felt we had known each other much longer than just a week. 

Five o'clock came so quickly I almost couldn't believe that my day was done. Leland called my cell phone as I was getting ready to head to my car to go home.

"Hey babe, I'm really sorry but something came up I'm not gonna be able to make it tonight." 

"Oh, well I guess we tried." I said down heartedly. I really felt like crying. Damn. This sucked.

"By the way, I'm just kidding, I'll be there to pick you up at 7:00!" He said laughing into the phone.

"Oh you are so getting your butt kicked for that one. That was so not funny!" I laughed back at him. "I'll see you then. Bye!" I said and then hung up the phone. I headed to my car and drove home.

Once home I changed into a pair of jeans and a cute off the shoulder tee. I freshened my hair and make-up and was soon ready to walk out the door. At almost precisely 7:00 there was a knock upon my door. 

"Come in!" I hollered. I heard the door open and yelled out again, "I'm finishing my hair in the bathroom."

"Ok!" Leland said as he walked in through the open bathroom door and wrapped his arms around my waist as I stood in front of the mirror. We stood there looking at our reflection, and Leland snuggled in close, kissing my neck softly. "We really are a good-looking pair aren't we!"

He said with a chuckle. 

"Oh now are we just a little vain?" I questioned teasingly as I reached behind me and grabbed his ass.

"Hey I'm just repeating what every member of my fan clubs seems to think! And I think you're gorgeous so we must be a good-looking pair!" 

"Yeah ok I'll give you that! So do you visit your fan sites often?"

"I like to check them out every so often. See what the ladies are saying. It also helps so I can keep an eye out for the ones that are coming here to get themselves arrested!" He said laughing again.

"All right so what's the plan for this evening?" I said as I turned around in his embrace.

"I thought we could go catch a movie."

"That sounds wonderful. Shall we?"

"Let's go." He said as he took my hand and he headed out for our third date in less that a week.

The movie was a great scary vampire flick. I love sharing popcorn with a date, the occasional brush of hands, and the closeness of the seat. It all just makes me really ready for action after the movie is over. Two hours later we were walking out of the theater into a darkened parking lot. Holding hands we walked slowly to Leland's truck just enjoying each others company.

The drive back to Leland's place seemed to take forever. Maybe it was the traffic, or maybe it was just the anticipation of finally being able to consummate our relationship. Judging by the look of concentration on Leland's face I was pretty sure he was felling the same way. 

"Is it just me or is this drive taking forever?" He asked me as we finally turned onto his street.

"Yeah it seemed like it. But there is your place." I said pointing to his building.

"Yeah home sweet home!" He told me as he pulled into his parking space. "So are you ready for this?" He asked as he turned off the ignition.

"I'm sure I'm as ready as you are!"

"Then let's hurry up and get inside. By the way can you do that thing with the condom again? That was really hot. I've never had anyone do that before."

"Sure, I did notice you seemed to really enjoy it." I said opening my door and getting out of the truck. He came around and took my hand as I closed the door. We walked into his apartment, and I headed to the bedroom as he locked the door behind us. I heard him check the machine as I began to undress. I was lying naked in the middle of his bed when he walked into the room. 

"Wow, now there's a sight I could get used to seeing!" Leland began to remove his clothes. I sat up and watched as each item revealed more and more of his tanned flesh. I moaned when he removed his shirt revealing his hard abs and sexy arms. "I take it you like what you see?" 

"Like it, lord you are one sexy piece of man!" I said licking my lips. "Mmmm, take the rest off for me darlin'!" 

"Yes ma'am!" He said as he began unbuttoned the fly of his cargo pants. So should I put those stripping skills to work?" He said raising an eyebrow questioningly. 

"Are you serious?" I asked with a laugh

"Actually no, I really don't think I could do it with a straight face." He said as he finished removing his pants. 

"That's good, 'cause I don't think I could either. Now bring that sexy body over here! I need you" I said dropping the tone of my voice to a sexy whisper.

"Mmm, on my way!" He said as he walked over to the bed and laid down beside me. He reached down to stroke my mound, slipping a finger in between my nether lips. "God, you are so wet already." He said as his finger teased me tenderly.

"Oh I've been ready since we left my place. Hell I've been ready since last Sunday night! Now, please, don't keep me waiting any longer. Leland I need you inside me." I said reaching between us to wrap my fingers around his hard shaft. I slid my finger up and down it making sure it was fully hard. "Grab a condom, please." 

Leland turned and grabbed a condom packet out of his bedside table and handed it to me. I took it from him and sat up on my knees. Leland laid down on his back and rested his head on the pillows and looked down at me. I straddled his lap and took his shaft in my mouth as I tore the foil packet open. Leaning down I set the condom on the head of his cock and took it in my mouth as I rolled the condom down along his shaft.

"God that's good!" He said as I sat back up and surveyed my handiwork. 

"Oh you ain't seen nothing yet, Leland!" I told him as I crawled up his body aligning my sex with his. I kissed his lips as I slid down on his waiting shaft. He moaned into my mouth as we kissed. "Oh you fit so good . . . "

His shaft filled me completely. Leland took my hips in his hands as I began to ride his hard shaft. A weeks' worth of waiting found its way out as we made love. Leland's hands roved across my skin, lightly, tracing paths of delight across my belly and up to my breasts.

I sat upright on him shaft as he caressed my breasts. Moving upright caused him to sink deeper into my sex. "Oh god . . . " I cried out as it did. I grabbed hold of his forearms to support myself as I rose up until I barely held his shaft inside me, and then dropping slowly to bury him back inside me. We enjoyed the pleasure of this dance as we gazed in each other's eyes. I felt as though those dark chocolate drops saw all the way into my soul as we made love. 

I slid my hands down his arms until I was laying across his chest, our rhythm slow but steady. "I want you to take me!" I said as I kissed his lips.

"Mm hmm." Leland said kissing me back. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled back a leg to give himself some leverage. With a quick easy motion, he flipped us over so he was lying over me. He rose up, supporting himself on his arms. Looking deep in my eyes once more, he thrust deeply into me. 

I loved watching the almost primal expressions that come over a mans face as he makes love to a woman he cares about. Leland was no different. The emotions that played across his gorgeous face were wonderful to watch. He wore his passion and desire openly on his features.

Leaning back down, he nibbled along the ridge of my collarbone making me squirm beneath him. I writhed with pleasure as he thrust deep inside me. I groaned with unbridled lust as he traced along the ridge of my collarbone with his tongue. The sensation made me shiver in his embrace. 

My own orgasm was rising fast as Leland quickened his pace. I could tell he was getting close when he closed his eyes and drove his shaft hard and deep. The extra force sent me careening off the edge into an explosion of orgasm. The tightening of my sheath, caused Leland to cry out as his own orgasm followed closely on the heels of mine.

We laid together, with him still buried deeply inside me. Breathing shallowly, we kissed gently trying to calm the rapid beating of our hearts.

"Wow, that was so worth the wait!" I said with a giggle.

"Oh god!" Leland groaned . . . I realized that my laughter caused me to constrict around his sensitive shaft.

"Oh man I'm sorry." I said, trying not to laugh at the grimace of pleasure/pain that Leland wore. 

"No problem." Leland groaned as he pulled his slowly softening shaft from my sheath. "That was incredible. I agree, very worth the wait." He got up slowly and walked into the bathroom to toss the used condom, and grab a warm wet washcloth.

Coming back into the bedroom, he sat down beside me and began to tenderly wipe the juices from my mound. "Can you stay, or do you need me to take you home?"

"I don't have anywhere to be tomorrow morning, so if you'd like me to stay I can." I said as he finished gently cleansing my soft skin. 

"Good, I look forward to waking up with you in my arms. I've been dreaming about it since last week." He said as he tossed the washcloth into his hamper. He slid the covers back and I slid under them, he joined me there and snuggled in behind me. Giving me a kiss on the nape of my neck he whispered, "You were worth the wait. I'm glad you decided not to give up on us."

"Yeah I'm glad you made me see the light. Good night Leland." 

The End. 



Busted



John loved going to his brother's parties. Tom was twenty-three and very popular at the college that both boys attended. But twenty-one-year-old John just hadn't found his niche or clique yet. All his life, he'd hung out with his brother's friends, done what his brother did. And now in college, he just sat back and lived vicariously off of his brother's lifestyle. 

Where Tom was bright eyed and buff, John was more slender and dark. Both boys had their father's blonde hair, but John's had gotten darker as he grew older. His hazel eyes were the family trademark, as were Tom's; but John's had gold flecks in them that made them seem brown from a distance. John's figure promised to blossom out like Tom's had, but he wasn't pushing it. He wasn't the perfectionist his brother secretly was. John liked to take things at a more relaxed pace. 

Brain-wise, the boys were about the same, both destined to be lawyers, just like their father, mother and uncles and aunts. Theirs was a lucrative private law firm that had been in the family for generations upon generations. Where Tom pushed himself hard to be the best, John knew he would be – it was fate, destiny, bound to happen. So he glided along through school and the social route smoothly, never really stressing. 

When it came to parties, he sat back and watched his brother in action, taking up his usual corner of one couch in his brother's condominium and smiling happily while all the girls threw themselves at his brother. 

Tonight, however, was quite a different story for John. 

Tonight, Susan had come to Tom's party. 

Susan was five feet, ten inches of beautiful, curvaceous woman. She was not slender, but certainly not fat. She had large breasts that she couldn't hide, and lovely hips that a man could just imagine putting his hands around. And she kept her brown hair parted to one side, always hanging her head at a certain tilted angle that caused one eye to be shadowed, while the other was bright, exposed. 

Her skin looked so smooth, so soft. The kind of skin a man could spend all night caressing, trying hard not to damage. 

And John had spent many a night imagining doing just that. 

Susan was one of Tom's old flings. Tom had never really committed to a serious relationship. He didn't feel it was necessary. 

"This is college, bro," he'd tell his younger brother. 

"Don't let some girl tie you down and keep you from really enjoying what will be the best time of your life when you look back in twenty years!" 

John had just smiled and nodded, knowing that Tom said things like this mostly for his own good, to justify why yet another perfectly good woman was going to be tossed to the curb. 

Susan was just such a woman. But Susan bounced. 

She remained friends with Tom after he ditched her. She seemed to have expected it, and taken the short relationship for what it was – a good romp in the sack. She, too, was going to be a promising lawyer one day. She probably realized exactly what Tom meant when he said "it's better this way for the both of us." And she had just climbed right back on the horse again. 

She was standing in the doorway to the kitchen now, leaning against the doorjamb and watching everyone like she had some sort of secret. 

She never looked in John's direction, but he still felt himself being watched, all nervous and uncomfortable. He squirmed in his seat, adjusting himself as subtly as he could. But his cock was suddenly waking up. 

Bad timing, he told himself. Real bad timing, here! 

Susan still just looked around the living room, nodding and smiling at everyone, talking to people as they walked past. 

A lot of men in the room tried to catch her eye. Susan wasn't the kind of kitten you could walk up to with a good line and a great smile. No, Susan was a tiger, waiting to pounce. You had to look really good and play the role if you wanted to be her prey. 

That was the kind of guy that John definitely was not. So he sat on the couch, trying not to be obvious as he waited to see who she would choose, if she would choose anyone at all. 

Susan moved a hand to adjust the short skirt she was wearing. And John felt his cock bounce in his slacks as her finger slid slightly up the inside of one of her thighs. 

Was she – was she trying to touch herself? 

John gulped back another draught of his wine, his eyes wide as he watched Susan. A tall black man came up and stood across from her, apparently a good friend. And they began to chat. John could see there was no sexual tension between the two. If anything, they seemed to be talking shop. 

But there went that finger again, slipping up underneath the edge of Susan's skirt. John looked around. Was anyone else catching this? Or was he just seeing things? 

This time, Susan put the leg farthest away from John up so that her foot rested against the same edge of the doorway she leaned on. With her knee bent like that, John could see the dark nether regions of Susan's privacy. And that finger was there, grazing along… 

Her skin! 

John looked away, drinking deeply from his glass. 

Oh my god, he thought to himself. Susan wasn't wearing any underwear. And in the most subtle of positions, she was managing to tease herself, and him, right there in a room full of people who didn't suspect a thing. All their eyes would be on her creamy breasts and well-shaped mouth. Only John seemed to be enjoying the real show. 

His cock was now beyond comfortable. He would have to do something about that. 

"Never let a good hard-on go to waste, bro," his brother had advised him when they were younger. "It's a waste of good blood! And besides, it can't be healthy! Just take care of it!" 

Of course, Tom had been instructing John in the art of having more than one girlfriend on the go, at the time. But John was pretty sure the rule was applicable to masturbation too. 

And this hard-on raging in his pants would just make him uncomfortable for the rest of the night if he didn't do something about it, right away. 

John got up, crouching slightly to put his glass on the table. It gave him a good excuse to subtly put his hand over his lap and move out of the room. He excused himself past several people, most of which didn't even hear his polite words of "pardon, pardon me" over the loud bass music Tom was blaring. 

At last, John was in the bathroom, his back pressed to the door as his hand fiddled with his zipper. He had his cock out and in his palm, stroking it hard, when someone pushed against the door, forcing it open. 

Before he could push back and lock the damned thing, the person was inside with him. And the lock was being snapped into place. 

It was Susan. 

John stood there with his cock in his hand, feeling it begin to die with embarrassment, his mouth open in an O of shock and horror. 

"Quit looking at me like that," the girl laughed, moving to him. 

Susan kissed John deeply, but his shock remained. 

"Come on, like I didn't know you were watching me, or why you were coming in here!" 

The horror deepened. 

She had known he was watching him? She had known he was going into his brother's bathroom in the midst of a swinging party to jack off? 

He didn't think he could ever live this down. 

But then Susan lay one hand upon his cock, and he felt it jump back to life in her palm. Carefully, considerately, she stroked it, her other hand on his shoulder, her face smiling softly into his. 

"Did you like the show I put on for you?" 

John gulped, and nodded. 

"You know, I've always only ever thought of you as Tom's little brother. But," Susan said, looking down. "Now I can see maybe you should be his big brother." That comment made John blush. It wasn't something he really dwelt on. He had never really been vain enough to compare penis sizes with his brother. But having someone who had been his brother's lover say something like that – it caused him a certain amount of pride. 

Susan pushed John back onto the toilet seat. 

"There's a bathroom upstairs people can use, if they need one," she whispered as she sank to her knees in front of John. 

"Now, show me what you were going to do with this." 

She released his cock, and looked up at him, expectantly, smiling. 

John couldn't believe it. Was she serious? 

She was waiting, smiling, not moving. 

Slowly, he put his hand around his cock, taking his eyes from Susan's and watching himself, willing himself to get hard again. But he wasn't sure if it would come right now. He could feel a lot of stress over having a gorgeous woman like Susan watch him while he played with himself. 

Shyly, he avoided her eyes. 

"Awww, come on," she said encouragingly. "It was a lot harder than that when you came in here. I saw." 

Again, John blushed. 

"Yes, but I had inspiration then," he said, not realizing until afterwards how bold that sounded. 

Susan took it for what it was, though, and immediately stood up. 

"What on earth do you mean?" she said, putting her foot on the edge of the elegant porcelain tub near John. 

Her one leg was raised again, and he could smell the scent of her hot womanhood. Susan lowered her nearest hand to her straight thigh, and let one long finger trail up underneath the skirt hem. As John watched, he could see it touching her shaved pussy lips, and he felt his mouth water. In his hand, his cock jumped. 

"Touch it," she whispered. "Show me what you would have done…" 

John began to stroke himself, avoiding Susan's eyes and just watching her finger. A second digit joined the first, and she was soon parting her lips, showing John the sleek wetness within. He could see the bright pink edges of her clitoris, and it made his cock harder. Under his grip, he could feel every vein and bulge along the shaft. 

"Mmm," moaned Susan, and John dared to look up. 

Her head was tilted at that angle, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open as she began to finger herself. The perfection of the look of pleasure on her face made John sigh. Then he lowered his eyes to her fingers again, watching where they disappeared within her folds. 

Susan would dip them deep inside, wetting them, then she would drag the wetness out from her dark hole and lather her clitoris with it. She would fiddle with the lust button for a bit, but then would let her fingers head back inside for more. Deeper and deeper went her fingers, and harder and harder got John's cock. 

Watching Susan finger herself like this, going faster and faster, was making John wish it was his tongue where her fingers were, his mouth over her clitoris and pussy lips. 

Then, he grabbed her uplifted thigh and pulled her close. Susan squealed and reached out desperately to hold the shower curtain rod with one hand and a towel rack with the other. John had her suspended own in front of his face. With ease his muscular body took on her weight, and the lifted position of her thighs pushed her skirt's hem up to her waist. 

Her wet pussy was now exposed to his mouth, and John drew her closer. 

He felt more confident now, for some reason. More sure of himself. There was no going back. This girl had come in here to see him get off. The tiger had picked her prey. 

But she had picked him on the basis that he was his brother's shadow. 

She had picked wrongly. 

Firmly, John held Susan to his mouth, his tongue curling out and flicking over her clitoris. He moved one hand down her thigh to cup her ass, holding her there so she wouldn't fall. It was up to her to keep her torso up and safe. He would take care of the rest. 

His tongue, long and thick, pushed into her folds, shaping itself around her hard clit, and moving down to lick each inch of her pussy. John pushed it slowly, aching slowly, into her hole, the way a woman loved a man's tongue to move. Then he withdrew it. Then he pushed it back in, deeper, harder. 

Susan moaned as John fucked her with his tongue, something he was pretty sure his brother had never done. 

Any man could lick and suck on a pussy. John had taught himself with his few girlfriends how to really make love to one. 

His tongue curled slightly like a hotdog bun, and he pushed it deeper up inside Susan. His fingers gripped her buttocks, and she moaned, feeling his lust and need for her. More foolish girls worried that when a man went down on them, he was doing something he didn't like. John slathered his tongue over Susan's vagina, showing her that this was the thing he most desired to do just now. 

Carefully he placed her legs on his shoulders, burying his face in her lap, both hands on her ass. And he began to undulate her body, up and down, pushing her to his mouth and then drawing her off again. His tongue never left her hole. 

Soon, Susan was writhing, moaning, struggling not to scream. John could feel her legs shaking around his head. 

He slipped his hands up to her lower back, pulling her torso forward so that she could let go of the shower curtain rod and the towel rack. And Susan did, leaning forward and resting her hands on the bathroom cabinet behind John's head. 

Still he loved her pussy, his tongue thrusting into the tight, hot wetness. He moved Susan up and down, up and down, until at last, shaking and rocking in waves of ecstasy, she came all over his face. 

Gently, he lowered her until he was cradling her. Susan trembled. The tiger had been tamed. 

"Your…your brother never…" 

"I know," John whispered, nuzzling Susan's hair. 

A moment of shyness crept over him as he smelled her sex on his own lips, and his face turned red. Susan put a hand to his cheek, feeling his flushed skin. 

"You poor shy dear," she whispered. 

"You still haven't shown me what you came in here to do." 

And John smiled, all shyness disappearing. 



Busted



Randy turned his lounge chair a little to the right to face the sun and sat down. He plugged in his mp3 player ear pieces and turned on a mellow mix of old hits from Jimmy Buffet, The Eagles and others. He kept the back of the chair up about halfway so he could reach and drink his margarita without problem. "Another day in paradise," he laughed to himself. Of course compared to blustery Chicago, this Arizona desert resort really was paradise in winter and he had a whole 'nother week before he had to return from vacation.

After five minutes though he was thinking he should have brought a book or magazine down to the pool with him, he wasn't used to just sitting and doing nothing. Then his mounting boredom was abruptly pushed aside. Across the corner of the pool a swimsuit model stopped at a sunchair directly in front of him. Of course he didn't know if she was really a model, but the way she wore the tiny bikini showed she had all the qualifications. When she bent over to arrange her towel on the chair her tight little ass was pointing right back at him and his jaw dropped. Being an older man he caught his gaffe and snapped his jaw shut. Twenty years before he probably would have been drooling on his chest.

The girl turned back toward him and Randy gave thanks that he had on such large, dark sunglasses so she couldn't see his staring eyes. He figured she was 20 at the most, tall and slender with small, firm breasts and long, toned legs. She gracefully eased herself down onto her deckchair, laying flat on her back. Randy took a sip from his margarita, giving silent toasts to the vacation Gods who'd laid this vision in front of him.

He nearly coughed the cold drink up when the vision got even better. Another beauty stopped alongside the first and they started talking -- Randy couldn't hear, but could see their enticing lips moving. The second girl had shoulder-length brown hair while the first one had a short blonde 'do and he immediately labeled them Brownie and Blondie.

Brownie was shorter and rounder -- not fat, but softer and more curved than Blondie. The small white bikini top left much of her dark skinned melons exposed.

Randy took a long pull on his drink, turning the glass to get some of the salt from the rim. He imagined that's what the girls' breasts would taste like as he licked them after a day in the desert sun. He groaned in his head, took a gulp of icy slush and held it in his mouth to cool down his thoughts.

The gods proved just how much they favored the middle-aged Chicago businessman when Brownie sat on the edge of the chair next to Blondie. The blonde picked up a bottle of tanning oil from a table on her other side, handed it to Brownie and rolled over onto her stomach. The brunette leaned forward to untie Blondie's top while her own small bikini strained to keep her big tits from falling out.

Brownie squirted oil into her hand and smeared it over Blondie's back, spreading it evenly from shoulder to hips. More oil went into her palm and was spread up and down Blondie's long legs until the tall beauty was fully greased for the sun. Then the curvy brunette shifted back to her left and squirted more oil directly onto the blonde's back. This time instead of just spreading it around she started massaging it into her friend's strong back and out onto her arms. When Brownie's hands moved down the sides of Blondie's chest Randy could have sworn the dark haired girl actually pushed underneath Blondie's body, massaging her tits. No, he thought, it was just his overactive imagination making the situation even sexier than it was. 

Brownie gave Blondie a short, but thorough massage on her upper body then slid to the end of the lounge chair so she could go to work on those beautiful legs. Randy thought how much they looked like his wife's, long and athletic. Brownie started at the feet and Randy could practically feel the relaxation and pleasure flowing through Blondie from the kneading fingers. Back and forth from Blondie's right leg to her left, Brownie worked up the calves to the tall girl's long thighs.

When Randy thought he'd seen the shorter girl rubbing the other's breasts he'd dismissed it as his imagination, but there was no doubt now that Brownie's fingers really were reaching under Blondie's bikini bottom and rubbing that hot ass. He mentally cheered her on, hoping they wouldn't notice their audience, or even better, that they didn't care. 

Yes! The gods were most definitely looking out for him today. He thanked Apollo or Zeus or whomever was the horniest of the old Greek gods as he breathlessly watched Brownie slide her fingers under the stretchy material to the blonde's cunny. He grabbed his margarita with shaking fingers and drank slowly, double-checking his vision. Yes, Brownie was definitely finger-fucking Blondie; how fucking hot was this show?

What Randy forgot was that the old Olympians were fickle and would quickly turn on one who thought he was their favorite, setting the hero up high so his eventual fall from grace would be that much further.

"See something you like, stud?" Randy's wife Ann was standing by his shoulder.

"Shit!" he exclaimed as he jumped and spilled cold tequila on his bare chest, where it ran down in a quick line to his crotch.

"That's probably a good idea, poor some ice on that old dog before he comes running out and trying to play. It's a good thing I came over before you decided to go introduce yourself to those young sluts."

Randy mopped himself off with his towel and then left it covering his crotch, he really had been starting to swell in his bathing trunks from watching the girls. "Baby," he stammered, "you startled me. What are you talking about? I was just sitting here; I wasn't doing anything. Really." Even to his ears it sounded lame.

"The hell you weren't," she snapped back. "I've been watching you the last five minutes and I saw that bulge in your trunks. I swear to God, I think you were getting ready to flash them; a little 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours'."

"Ann, come on, you know I wouldn't do that. Alright, you caught me gawking, but I was just sitting here minding my own business when they started their little show. I just got caught up in it - like watching a video."

"And if I hadn't been with you on this trip, what then? Would you have been such an innocent bystander then? I doubt it. You'd have sat here on this chair with a raging hard-on until they invited you over or someone else called the manager about a dirty old man at the pool." She turned and stamped back toward the hotel.

Randy jumped up, wrapped the towel around his waist and hurried after her. "Baby, wait." Her elevator's doors closed in his face and he had to wait for another car.

He let himself into their room, calling out, "Ann, where are you, baby? C'mon, talk to me. I'm sorry, baby, really I was just looking; it never even entered my mind to talk to them or anything. Really!"

Ann stepped out of the bedroom. "I'm supposed to believe that if I hadn't been there you would have been able to resist trying to flirt -- or more -- with those girls?"

"Of course, I would. Really, they caught me completely by surprise; it was just like watching one of our sex videos. Sure, it was hot and I got excited, but it wasn't like it was real -- it was just a show. Please, Ann, you know how much I love you and that I'd never cheat on you."

"But this wasn't a movie, those girls were only 10 yards away from you and I think they were trying to catch your attention. I think that if they'd invited you over for a chat and a drink you wouldn't have been able to resist."

"I swear, I could have been sitting naked in the sauna with them and I wouldn't have done a damn thing even if they offered it. I don't need another woman, I have you and that's enough for me, I mean, you're the only one I need."

"You're saying that if those girls were standing here now instead of me and asking you to join them in the bedroom you would say, no?"

"Absolutely," Randy declared. "Unless of course you told me I could go," he laughed, trying to lighten the tension. Of course it was a stupid thing to say and backfired.

With the tightness back in her voice Ann answered, "Wouldn't you just love that? I'm enough for you, huh? Unless you can get two teeny-boppers between the sheets."

"No, no, it was just a joke. Please..."

"That's enough, don't say anymore."

"Ann..."

"Randy, you know me; if you keep talking you'll just make me angrier."

He did know her, so he held his tongue, wishing he had done that 5 seconds before.

"I'm going to get changed and then I'm going down for dinner. You can wait here until I'm done, then you can go. I don't want to talk to you for a while."

"Okay, baby. I'm sorry." He sat in a living room chair until Ann had dressed and left the suite, then he had a shower and dressed himself. 'Jeez,' he thought, 'I hope this blows over quick. I know she busted me looking, but I really wasn't trying to do anything more than that. Crap!'

Randy opened a beer and turned on the television. A couple of shows later he was starting to wonder where Ann was. Of course it had actually been too early for dinner when she left; maybe she went shopping in the hotel's galleria first. That gave him a thought, maybe he should find something nice in the jewelry store as a make up gift.

When Ann did come back she went straight to the bedroom and closed the door without saying a thing, so Randy went down to the hotel restaurant and ate a lonely dinner.

When he came back up the bedroom door was still closed and there was a blanket and pillow on the sofa. He could take a hint and sacked out on the couch.

The next morning he got up early and ordered room service breakfast, hoping a good night's sleep would have let Ann realize he really wasn't going to step out on her. He knocked on the bedroom door. "Baby, are you awake? I ordered some breakfast; I was hoping we could talk now." 

She opened the door wearing a hotel robe. "No, I'm not ready yet. Why don't you take your new camera out to the desert like you planned and spend the day taking photos."

"But I wanted to do that with you," he replied.

"Well, I think it's better if you go alone and give me more time. Take your time hiking around and I'll see you this afternoon. Give me a call when you're ready to come back and I'll let you know where I am."

Randy nodded and got his camera gear together. The waiter knocked on the door with their breakfast, but Randy knew he was grabbing chow alone down in the diner and walked out as the waiter set up the breakfast table.

Randy took their rental car out into the desert and tried out all the bells and whistles on his new digital SLR camera. At one Indian village he picked up a turquoise necklace for Ann, hoping she'd be in a mood to accept it. He couldn't remember the last time she'd been mad at him for this long. He sure hoped he wouldn't spend the rest of their vacation in the dog house.

Although all he really wanted was to return to the hotel and talk with Ann he forced himself to keep exploring and shooting until 4:00 before heading back. A few laps in the pool would be good after a long day of hiking and exploring. He called Ann's cell from his own. "Hi, baby, how are you feeling?" he asked.

"Better than I was earlier," she answered in a soft voice. "Are you coming back soon?"

"Yeah, I should be there in about 30 or 40 minutes."

"Why don't you stop on the way and pick up a couple of bottles of wine?"

"Sounds great," he said with happy surprise. "I'm really sorry about before baby, am I forgiven?"

"You're getting closer...we'll see."

"Okay, I'll take that for now," he laughed. "See you soon."

He stopped at a liquor store near the hotel and got two cold bottles of Asti Spumanti, one of Ann's favorites. He also got a bag of ice and a plastic bucket to keep the bottles cold.

'She sounded much friendlier,' he thought as he approached their hotel room door. If she wanted wine then maybe a little making-up making-out was in store. He unlocked the door, juggling the keys, wine, and camera bag which was slipping off his shoulder and elbowed his way through the door. He laid the camera gear on the floor and walked into the living room on his way to the kitchenette. What he saw when he entered the main room nearly made him drop the Asti.

Ann was standing in front of the sofa, naked. Also naked were Blondie and Brownie. Brownie was standing, sucking one of Ann's tits and squeezing the other. Blondie kneeled on the floor in front of his wife, her face buried in Ann's crotch. Ann had a hand behind each girl's head; eyes closed and head tilted back, obviously enjoying the attention. 

When her eyes opened again she saw Randy staring at them open mouthed and a big smile lit up her face. "Hi, baby," she purred. The two girls stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the awe struck Randy, smiles on their faces too.

"Let me introduce you to my new friends. This is Abby," the brunette nodded at him then went back to sucking his wife's breast. "And this is Shauna." Blondie pursed her lips as if blowing him a kiss, then turned those lips back to Ann's flower. "I ran into them yesterday after I left you here and we ended up hanging out and having dinner together. Then today we got to know each other better, 'Didn't we, ladies?'" In answer Brownie pinched the free nipple between her fingers, pulled it out away from Ann's breast and let it snap back. Blondie reached around behind and gave the older woman a good swat on the rear. Ann gasped, laughed and moaned.

"Did you bring the wine?" Ann asked. Randy nodded dumbly.

"Good, why don't you pour us all a glass?"

Randy stumbled to the kitchenette, unwilling to tear his sight away from the women. As quickly as he could he found wine glasses, opened a bottle and brought everything back into the living room. He set the ice bucket and extra bottle on the floor; then poured four glasses.

"Asti," Ann cooed, "you sweetheart." "Mmm," she moaned after taking a sip, "that's good. Well, you look all hot and sweaty; did you have a good photo safari?"

"What? Uh, oh yeah, it was a good day." Under his breath he added, "And getting better." 

Ann laughed. "Well why don't you go have a shower, Mr. Desert Explorer, then come back and enjoy this good wine and some good company." She shrieked a little as Brownie playfully bit her swollen nipple.

Randy hurried off to the bathroom and jumped into the shower. "My God," he said to himself as he quickly, but thoroughly soaped and scrubbed himself. "Is this really happening? I was in trouble for just looking and now I have three hot naked women waiting for me out there? I love fucking Arizona." He stopped at the sink and gave himself a quick shave; never know where his cheeks might be rubbing soon.

He thought about walking out buck naked or maybe with just a towel around his hips, but something told him he'd better not act too eager, otherwise Ann might get the wrong idea again, so he put on the floor length hotel robe and scurried back out to the living room.

If the scene was hot before it had gotten hotter since he left. The three were seated next to each other on the sofa, Ann in the middle. Each woman had a glass of Asti in one hand and her other hand in a pussy. Ann's legs were spread wide and Blondie and Brownie each had a finger inside her pink gash. Ann was finger fucking Brownie, who had a thick curly bush. Only Blondie's flower was unattended, but while Randy stood staring Ann pulled her fingers out of Abby, stuck them into her own mouth, sucked them clean, then switched her wine glass into that hand so she could reach down and diddle Shauna with the other.

"Baby, can't you see my glass is almost empty?" Ann laughed at him.

Randy snatched up the bottle and refilled all three glasses, stepping between the three sets of hot legs and wondering what he should do next. Ann let him know.

"Take your glass and have a seat over there." She nodded to an armchair behind him, on the other side of the coffee table.

"Gee, I could probably fit okay on the couch," he offered.

"Are you saying you lied to me yesterday and that you can't really resist a naked babe in front of you?"

"What?"

"Didn't you say you could be naked in a room with these two and not do anything -- unless of course I said you could?"

"Uh, yeah, I did." Abby and Shauna grinned.

"Well, now you get to prove it. So you can either go sit down over there or you can get dressed and leave. Which will it be?"

Randy reluctantly backed up to the armchair and took a seat.

"Just like watching a show, right?" Ann and the girls laughed.

Randy's mind was going a mile a minute. Ann in a lesbian ménage-a-trois with him on the sideline ready to dive in -- he mentally pinched himself to be sure he wasn't dreaming all this up. It sure looked real enough so he settled back and took a sip of wine, just waiting for the green light to join the fun.

Blondie slid down to the floor between Ann's legs and started sucking again on her glistening pussy. Brownie leaned over and returned to the housewife's tits.

Randy undid the tie on his robe, pushing it open and reaching down for his cock.

"What do you think you're doing?" asked Ann.

"Uh, just getting comfortable?" he answered tentatively.

"You're proving your ability to resist temptation, remember? I'll tell you if and when you can do anything except watch. Got it?"

"Got it," he said in a small voice. He started to close his robe again.

"No, that's okay; he can stay out and watch too." Abby laughed around a mouthful of tit flesh.

Ann laughed too then told the brunette, "Let me taste some of that honey of yours, baby." The short girl stood up on the couch straddling Ann's body and grinding her crotch against Randy's wife's face.

Randy knew his wife always had good orgasms when they 69'ed, she loved having a cock in her mouth while having her pussy eaten. Now it looked like having a pussy in her face had the same effect because he saw her body start to tighten up as Blondie's busy mouth pushed Ann over the edge. As the older woman's hips started grinding harder against Shauna's mouth, her own lips and tongue attacked Abby's dripping flower with even more energy. 

Ann grunted and groaned into the girl's love nest until her orgasm finished shaking through her. Blondie stayed in place, gently licking up his wife's juices while Ann got serious with Brownie's clit. Soon the college student was leaning forward, tits smashed up against the wall, barely able to keep her balance as she drenched the face between her legs with slippery love juice.

Watching the two hotties orgasm one right after the other really tested Randy's will to keep his seat, let alone keep his hand off his swelling cock. He took a deep drink of his Asti and groaned.

Now it was Shauna's turn for some special attention. Ann took Randy's blanket from his night on the sofa, folded it in fourths and laid it on the bare coffee table. The blonde got on her hands and knees on the table, in profile to Randy in his watcher's chair. Abby kneeled on the floor behind and started licking Blondie's sweet pussy. Ann took a mouthful of Asti, then rested her cheek on the blonde's bottom and let the sweet wine dribble from her mouth down the crack of Shauna's ass to Abby's waiting tongue, where the brunette eagerly licked it up along with the other girl's juices.

Then Ann was running her tongue along the same line the Asti had followed, over the girl's asshole to her cunny, where she shared a kiss with Abby. Then they both went back the other direction, then back down again, setting up a rhythm of one tongue following the other over both of the blonde's holes. After several trips up and down Ann stood up and smiled at her captive husband, an incredible glow of lust in her eyes and her face shiny from the two pussies she'd been eating.




Busted



She reached for the Asti bottle, but the first one was empty. Bringing the girls' empty glasses over to Randy she put them on the side table and said, "Here, make yourself useful, stud." Randy thought of what kind of stud services he'd really like to provide the women, but he bit his tongue and opened the second bottle.

Taking a sip from her newly filled glass Ann walked back to the girls and picked up a small gym bag from the floor that Randy hadn't noticed before. Teasingly she unzipped the bag and slowly reached inside while talking to Randy.

"These two sure are naughty for being so young, aren't they?" Randy nodded yes. "Well wait till you see just how naughty," his wife growled. She pulled her hand out of the bag, slowly exposing a strap-on penis molded like the real thing. Dropping the bag she stepped into the leg holes of the harness and pulled it up over her hips until she was standing there with a pink rubber hard-on. Randy's eyes nearly popped out.

As the older woman approached the younger one from behind Abby gave up her place between Shauna's legs, giving Ann a clear shot at Blondie's exposed pussy. Guiding the dildo with her hand Ann rubbed the tool back and forth between the young woman's swollen vagina lips, getting it good and wet with her natural lubrication. Then she held the life like cockhead firmly against the blonde's love hole and pushed her way inside. Shauna gasped with pleasure and dropped to her forearms, her forehead resting on the cushioned tabletop.

Abby stood alongside and pulled her friend's ass cheeks apart to give their new lover better access to the blonde. Ann pulled back, but not out, then drove the dildo back into the girl. Pulling back again she brought the toy all the way out and adjusted the harness so it fit her more snugly. Pressing the cockhead against Shauna's pink lips again she asked, "Do you want more?"

"Yes," the girl pleaded. "Fuck me some more, fuck me hard."

Ann was the newcomer to these girl games, but she looked like an old pro as she started pumping into the girl. Randy watched his wife grab Blondie's slender hips and start building a smooth, powerful rhythm, slamming her crotch against the girl's ass at the bottom of the stroke just the way she liked Randy to fuck her doggy style.

Abby had her face just above Shauna's bottom so she could watch the tool disappear into her girlfriend's hole. She reached under the blonde and rubbed Shauna's clit while the older woman drilled her. It didn't take long before Blondie was gasping, moaning and shaking with orgasm. Ann pounded her extra hard, pushing the girl into screams of pleasure as she exploded. 

Finally Ann slowed her strokes as Shauna's orgasm finished rolling through her, but she didn't stop completely. She looked over at her husband and saw his cock at full attention from the hot action in front of him. "You liked that, eh?" she asked. "You really liked watching me fuck her with this big cock, didn't you?"

Randy could only nod in agreement.

"You'd like to try it too, wouldn't you?"

Again he nodded.

"One of the nice things I've learned about Shauna is that she can really take a lot, can't you sweetie?" she asked the girl impaled on her dildo. 

The young thing wasn't ready to speak yet, so she answered by thrusting her hips back against Ann, showing she was indeed ready to take more if the woman wanted her.

"Come here and try this, baby," Ann said to her husband.

He rose and stepped over to the table. "First you should taste how sweet this young pussy is," said his wife. "Kneel down and taste this juice." She pulled the rubber cock out of the girl's hole, bringing a sigh from Shauna.

Randy dropped to his knees and started leaning in towards Blondie's ass.

"No, not from there. From here." Ann put a hand on the side of his head and guided him back toward her, poking the dildo in his face. "Suck her juice off my cock," she growled aggressively.

She pulled forward on his ear and Randy went with the pressure, opening his mouth to take in his wife's "cock". It tasted unavoidably like rubber, but he could also taste the pussy juice his bride had drilled out of the young girl as he closed his lips around the tool.

Now she had both hands on his head and was pulling him farther forward, forcing more of the toy into his mouth. When he started to gag a bit she pulled back, but just a little, saying, "Just relax and take it. Take it all while I fuck your face."

He realized she was repeating words that had come out of his own mouth times he'd fucked her mouth more roughly than usual. Sometimes he treated her sweet mouth like just another fuck hole, but he knew she also loved being used that way sometimes. He decided to give her what she gave him on those occasions and opened wide, relaxing his throat as much as he could and started bobbing his head up and down on her tool.

Abby was staring from her knees just inches away from the action, while Shauna watched upside down, looking back along her side. "Oh yeah," Brownie encouraged the couple. They were old enough to be her parents and she wondered if her mom and dad were this sexy. She hoped so. "Fuck his face good; show him what it's like."

"Suck that cock, bitch," grunted Blondie. "Oh God, that's hot."

"Yes it is," agreed Ann. "You're a good cocksucker, baby." She finally pulled the toy out of her husband's mouth and rested it on his cheek. "I think I should get myself one of these so you can suck me some more. But that's not how you wanted to use this right now, is it?" she asked with a gleam in her eye. 

She put two fingers under his chin and gently guided him up to his feet and turned him to face the table where Shauna still had her tight ass poking up in the air. Just as Randy prepared to slide his flesh cock into the hole where his wife's latex cock had just been, Ann said, "Shauna, sweetie, will you move so Randy can take your place?"

"What?!" the man said. "But I thought..."

"I know what you thought," Ann answered. She was really enjoying herself and her tone of voice let everyone know who was in control of this situation. "But I thought I'd like to fuck your ass. Yes, I definitely want to fuck your ass."

Randy had never thought of doing something like this before, but the action had been so hot and Ann's excitement was so catching that he simply shrugged off his robe and climbed onto the table.

"Can you girls help me get this virgin ready?"

"Fuck, yes!" Shauna cheered. Abby grabbed a tube of KY Jelly from the gym bag and the girls perched on the edges of the table on either side of the man. The brunette squeezed a healthy dollop on his ass and the two started rubbing it on his anus. Soon Abby was pushing a finger into his private hole, where only a doctor had ever been before. Then Abby's finger was out and Shauna's was in, twirling and stretching and pushing deep inside. Abby squirted a little more lubricant on his backside and the girls took turns finger fucking his ass. Then both put a finger inside him at the same time. Randy was surprised that it felt so good and pushed his hips back against them as they stretched his anus further.

What he couldn't see was that Abby had squirt more KY into Shauna's free hand and the blonde was rubbing it all over the hard rubber cock jutting from his wife's hips. The first he realized something new was happening was when the girls kept just their fingertips on his asshole and pulled in opposite directions. Then he felt something much larger pushing against his sphincter and he knew his wife was about to pop his anal cherry.

He had had a lot of fun fucking her backdoor, so again he decided to go with it and act like she did when she was in the mood for a good ass fuck. He breathed slowly in and out and concentrated on holding himself steady, but relaxing his butthole. He could feel her fingers digging into his hips then she slowly, steadily forced her way into him.

He let out a gasp, the initial thrust causing a sharp pain in his ass. But that was soon replaced by more surprising pleasure. Carefully she pulled out an inch, then back in an inch, back and forth with just a little length. He felt the cold of another squirt of KY on his asshole, then Ann was pushing deeper and deeper with each stroke. He continued to hold himself steady and keep his breathing deep and slow. When he felt her crotch bump up against his ass he knew she had shoved the whole damn thing into his taboo hole. She held it there and swiveled her hips, drilling another millimeter or two into his bowels.

Ann was panting herself, from the excitement of raping her husband's ass and the delightful pressure the other end of the dildo put against her clit. She pulled back, watching in wonder as the toy with its lifelike veins reappeared from Randy's butt. Then she was thrusting into him again, pushing until the toy mostly disappeared from sight. This time she leaned forward over his back so she could whisper into his ear.

"Do you like it, baby? Does it feel as good as it looks?"

"Yeah, it feels good. I wasn't sure, but it feels good."

"Do you want more; do you want me to fuck your ass?"

"Yes, baby, do it, fuck my ass."

Then she was picking up the pace, fucking his back hole the way she'd been fucking Shauna's front hole a few moments before. He grunted each time she hit bottom, but also started pushing his hips back against her for more impact.

The college girls were beside themselves with excitement. They'd obviously done some kinky things in their young lives, but mom fucking dad's ass in front of them was an incredible new sight. Abby was still kneeling alongside, her face close to the action and without thinking she reached underneath and began stroking Randy's cock. Shauna stood up behind Ann, reaching around to grab the woman's breasts and pushing her crotch against Ann's bottom, thrusting in time with the older woman into the man's ass.

Shauna's head was resting on Ann's shoulder as she looked down to watch the dildo disappear into the tight brown hole below. Ann turned her head and the two shared a deep tongue wrestling kiss. When they broke apart Ann asked, "Do you want to take a turn? Do you want to fuck my husband's ass?"

"Fuck, yes!" was the eager answer.

Ann slowly pulled the toy out of Randy's backside, telling him, "Just hold steady, I'm going to share your ass with these girls." She stepped back and started peeling off the dildo harness. "Abby, why don't you give our ass slut a drink of wine?" 

While Shauna worked her way into the strap-on, Brownie brought a wine glass around to Randy along with her own. After they both took long cooling drinks she leaned in and gave him a quick kiss with her wine-sweet lips. "You are so hot," she whispered then she scooted back to his other end, bringing wine to her partners in lust.

Shauna took only a small, quick sip; she wanted to get to work reaming the man's ass. With hardly any pause at the entrance she was ramming the rubber cock back into his bunghole. Randy let out a loud gasp as the girl attacked him. It was good his wife had already reamed him so thoroughly otherwise he wouldn't have been able to take it. It took him a few strokes to adjust, but soon he was thrusting back against her as he'd done with Ann.

Shauna put one hand at the base of the dildo, reaching underneath so she could press her clit as she worked her cock in and out of the man below her. Abby and Ann were making out over the top of Randy's ass, so when Blondie looked down she saw the two beautiful women kissing sexily while the dildo vanished into and reappeared from their victim's tender butthole. It wasn't long before she was hit with another orgasm, her butt strokes becoming more spastic as the excitement rolled through her. Suddenly she pulled all the way out and took a seat on the floor, laughing and trying to catch her breath.

"Ooh, my turn now," squealed Abby.

Shauna pushed the harness down her legs with Abby pulling it the rest of the way off. The blonde girl then just rolled to the side panting. 

Abby walked back around in front of Randy and made a slow show of donning the sex toy on in front of him. Shaking the realistic looking cock in front of his face she asked, "Can I have your ass too?"

"Yes," he panted, "take my ass, fuck me good."

She walked back behind him where Ann was busy rubbing more KY into Randy's butthole, shoving two fingers inside and pulling his back hole open. Abby was more gentle then Shauna had been and eased the dildo through his outer ring. He'd been fucked so much already that the toy popped in without trouble. 

Brownie started a slow steady rhythm and leaned toward Ann to do some more deep kissing. This time when she broke their lip lock she whispered to the older woman, "Fuck my ass while I fuck his."

Ann smiled and moved behind the girl, squirting KY onto her fingers. Gently she began rubbing the slippery goo across the young woman's anus, then she pressed her finger into the brunette's private place and started finger-fucking her with the opposite rhythm Abby was using in Randy's ass. When Abby had the strap-on buried all the way into her husband's butt Ann's finger was just inside the girl's sphincter. When the young slut pulled her hips back Ann used that pressure to shove her finger in as deep as she could.

As Brownie's rosebud got used to one finger Ann added a second. This extra pleasure caused Abby to pick up her pace, both fucking Randy harder and getting finger-fucked harder herself.

At the top of one stroke the youngster stopped, wriggling her hips to get the most sensation from Ann's probing fingers. Looking over her shoulder at the older woman she said, "I want you to fuck my ass with the dildo now. Fuck my ass until I cum."

"Glad to," the woman purred. "Hey, stud, you're off the hook," she aimed at her husband. "Take your poor sore ass over there and rest a moment."

Abby stood and stripped off the harness. Shauna handed her an antiseptic wet wipe from their magic sex bag to wipe off the dildo. Ann helped her husband to his feet and walked over with him to his chair. She stepped in close and he could feel her stiff nipples against his chest and her lips just short of a kiss. When he reached his hands to her hips she stepped back and thrust a wine glass in his hand. "Not yet," she breathed. "I still have work to do." She gave him a gentle push to the chest and he dropped down into the chair.

He watched wide-eyed as the sexy slut he called wife took the dildo harness from Brownie and strapped it on. The girl got on her hands and knees on the sofa and Blondie squirt some lube on Abby's ass and on Ann's cock, smearing it around both places. Then she sat on the floor so she could see the action clearly without blocking Randy's view.

Ann kneeled between Abby's legs and slid first a finger, then her thumb into the woman's butthole to be sure she was still ready. Guiding the hard rubber cock with one hand she began pushing firmly against Abby until she popped through her tight anus.

Abby cried out and bit the pillow in front of her. Ann held still, letting the girl get used to the thick toy. When Brownie raised her head again Ann asked, "Are you okay, you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes, I'm sure," Abby forced out.

Ann slowly pushed in another inch. "Still okay?"

"Yes, give me more."

Gently, carefully, Ann worked the nasty toy deep into the squirming girl's asshole. When she reached bottom she only stayed there a moment before pulling back to just inside the rim. Abby was panting and gasping. "Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?" the older woman asked the younger.

"No, never."

"Well, I got to rip into two anal virgins today. I know the man-slut loved it and I think you will too. Do you want me to keep going?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, fuck my virgin ass as hard as you fucked your nasty husband's."

"Your wish is my command," the woman laughed.

She took her time and let Abby slowly adjust to the new feelings of pleasure where she would only have expected pain. Soon she was stroking smoothly and deeply into the depths of the girl's bowels. The young woman reached back between her legs and started rubbing her love button. Down on the floor Shauna was doing the same to her own clit.

Ann looked over at Randy. "Okay, you can touch your cock now -- but no cumming until I say so -- got it?"

"God, you're mean," he groaned in response. Then with a crooked smile, "Yes, mistress, I'll wait for your command." He reached down and grabbed his manhood, but gently; he almost felt like he could explode even without touching himself, the women were so damned hot.

Ann sensed the orgasm building in the girl beneath her and began fucking her harder and faster, giving her virgin ass a good reaming like she'd given her husband's. In just moments Abby was shaking in passion, thrusting her ass harder against Ann's cock and crying out in her pleasure.

Randy barely got his hand off his cock in time; the sight of the young woman squirming in orgasm on the fake cock jutting from his wife's crotch was too erotic for words. 

Shauna didn't have any such rules against cumming, however, and when her friend exploded from her first buttfuck the blonde picked up the pace of her own fingers and followed her into orgasm.

The brunette collapsed onto her stomach on the couch and Ann let her go, pulling the brutal toy from her tender ass. Getting to her feet the woman stepped toward her husband. Randy wondered if he was going to be taking another round of anal abuse when his wife first cleaned her prick with another wet wipe, then squeezed on a new ration of KY.

Instead, however, Ann slid off the harness and separated the dildo from it. Then she turned away from him and bent forward, resting one hand on the coffee table and showing him her hot ass with her swollen cunt lips hanging down. Reaching back between her legs she started rubbing the side of the veined toy across her anus, smearing the lubricant around. Then the head of the toy cock was pushing against her backdoor and his wife was reaming herself with the tool she had so recently used on him.

His hand went back to his cock and he desperately wished he could jump up and replace the dildo with his own cock and explode deep inside his sexy wife's ass, but he kept to the rules and stopped rubbing his rod before he couldn't hold back.

Ann shoved the cock deep and twisted it around in her ass while shaking her hips in an erotic dance for her husband. The other girls recovered from their own passionate outbursts and sat on the floor on either side of Randy, watching his wife's amazing anal masturbation show. Both girls were rubbing their clits again, looking forward to yet another climax.

Then Ann was pulling the toy out of her backside and turning to face her audience. Her face was flushed with her efforts, but she still smiled broadly when she saw the effect she'd been having on all three of her lovers.

To Randy she said, "You're ready to cum, aren't you?"

"Oh, yeah," he agreed huskily.

"Well, I'm sure it's going to be a big explosion and we wouldn't want all that good hot cum to go to waste, would we?"

"No," he agreed, imagining shooting off into three pretty faces kneeling in front of him.

"Come over here and lay on the couch," she directed.

Randy walked over, his hard cock jutting out in front of him. He lay on his back wondering what Ann would do next.

She pulled the armchair up close to the coffee table and took a seat, putting her feet up on the table. She spread some more lubricant on the dildo then it was disappearing into her ass again, while she played with her pussy. Abby and Shauna took seats on the edge of the table between the married couple, rubbing their own flowers as they watched Ann's nasty performance.




Busted



The older woman paused a moment in her stroking and asked her husband, "Can you last much longer?"

"Not much," he admitted.

"That's okay, you won't have to. The next time you start stroking you don't have to stop until you cum. Are you ready for that?

"Oh, God, yes; so ready."

"Good. Now do a shoulder stand."

"What?"

"A shoulder stand, like in yoga class."

"Why?"

"You agreed we don't want to waste your hot nasty cum, right? So you're going to drink it. You're going to do a shoulder stand and jack off into your own mouth."

Abby groaned and started rubbing her clit harder. "See," Randy's wife stated, "our guests want to see you do it too, don't you girls?"

"Fuck, yes," Shauna answered in her plain manner. 

"Oh, please," Abby added. "Will you do it? Will you drink your own cum?"

Randy looked into his wife's eyes; she nodded with a smile.

"Yes," he told the young brunette. "If you want me to I will."

"Oh, yes," "Too fucking hot," came from the two young sluts.

Randy turned on the sofa so he could lean his legs against the wall for support and worked his way up into a shoulder stand with his hard cock pointing straight down at his face.

Ann started the dildo going again in her ass and worked on her clit while Brownie and Blondie got serious with their own love buttons. Randy reached up and started stroking his raging hard-on with a tight grip, watching upside down as his wife reamed her ass.

The women cheered him on, the dirty words and images pushing each of them closer to his or her orgasm. "Do it, jack off into your mouth, drink your cum." "I loved fucking your ass, Randy. I loved fucking your ass with this big nasty dildo." "You sucked the rubber cock so good, now you get to taste what comes from a real cock." "Do it, rub it, cum!" "He's going to do it, he's going to cum all over his face." "Oh, God, I'm going to cum again, I'm going to explode." "Dildo in my ass, deep in my ass, I'm going to cum so hard." 

Randy couldn't last another second and he opened his mouth wide as his throbbing dick started shooting heavily down at him. The first spurt went straight into his mouth; the next hit his cheek, then more into his waiting mouth and across his chin.

Abby couldn't believe it; he was taking it so eagerly into his gaping mouth, so hot, so sexy, her sensitive pussy exploded from the sight and from her rough fingers.

Shauna watched the hot spunk spraying from the man's throbbing cock and imagined the wonderful taste of it in her own mouth and then she was almost falling off the table with the power of the orgasm ripping through her.

When that beautiful cock she had sucked so happily so many times exploded into its owner's face Ann shoved the dildo deep into her sore ass and exploded herself, crying out in her passion.

When Randy's shaking finally stopped he held his position and looked upside down at the women behind him. He waited until each sexy bitch recovered from her own orgasm and was looking at him. Starting from the base he tightly squeezed his cock out to the end, wringing out the last remaining drops of his seed, dripping them down into his open mouth.

All three women moaned, then Ann was crawling across the table, getting on her knees alongside the couch and bending down to kiss him deeply, stealing those last pearls from his tongue to hers. 

Breaking their deep kiss she whispered breathlessly, "You really did it, you really kept your hands to yourself; you told the truth. I love you so much." She kissed him deeply again, mixing the juices of all three of her lovers in her mouth. When she lifted her head this time she was smiling and she spun around, sitting with her back against the sofa, facing the college girls. Randy dropped his legs down and rolled onto his side, also facing Abby and Shauna.

"Well, I have to admit I had my doubts," Ann told them, "but he did it, he passed the test. Can anyone think of a good reward for our boy toy?"

The girls just smiled and crawled in to lick the cum from his face before it all ran off.

*

Copyright 7 Dec 2007 -- Sam's Island Publishing

Updated/recharacterized -- Dec 2010



Busted!



It was a warm summer's day as I was driving down the highway. The stereo was cranked in my new convertible. With the wind blowing through my hair I hadn't a care in the world. My mind was off somewhere else as I enjoyed the peacefulness of being alone. That's when I saw you out of the corner of my eye. I am guessing you, too, were enjoying the peacefulness parked by the side of this quiet backcountry road. I hadn't seen a car all afternoon so I suppose you thought you could sit here and not be disturbed. I had thought I would be alone here as well and do as I please. 

We were both wrong. As I saw you, I looked down and groaned. In my spaced out driving I hadn't paid any attention to how fast I was going. Now faced with a cop I realized that 95 was probably pushing my luck. I hoped you were day dreaming as well and wouldn't notice as I flew by. Wrong again!! As I went past you pulled in behind me. You must have seen me coming and were waiting. What should my response be? Should I just own up to it and take the ticket? Should I try to come up with some reasonable excuse? Should I try to charm my way out? All of these thoughts were going through my head as the lights came on and I pulled over to the side of the road. 

I watched you walk towards my car from yours. A nice looking, if older, man. Maybe I should go for the charm. I really didn't have much choice as you opened my door as soon as you were within arm's reach and ordered me out onto the side of the road. I was barefoot and the road was hot. I hopped from one foot to the next to minimize the effect of the heat causing my light skirt to sway back and forth. You couldn't help but notice. The sun was shining from behind giving you an outline of my legs.... no slip?? You also noticed my breasts seemed to be jiggling a little too much under my skimpy blouse. You ask me to step to the front of the car. I start to protest but you just point the way. "Hands on the hood please," in your professional tone. I think better of saying anything and just do as I am told. 

Your hands come down on my shoulders as you start to pat me down. I notice as you are moving.... very slowly...over my body, you linger at my ass. Not wearing underwear under my skirt allows the heat from your fingers to almost burn me. You slide your hands further down across my thighs and legs. I almost jump as you come in contact with my bare skin and keep going, bending over to run your fingers around my ankles. Satisfied I am unarmed you slide your hands back upwards. This time as you get to the hem of my skirt instead of sliding over the fabric your hands slide underneath, dragging the skirt up with them as they go. More and more of my leg is being exposed and I am not sure what to do. I freeze as you reach my ass and slide my skirt up and over. 

I shiver as the air, although it is warm, hits my bare skin. One hand holds my skirt while the other rubs ever so softly over my upturned naked ass. You lean down to place soft kisses on my ass as your hand slides between my legs, prying them open and seeking out my very wet, smooth snatch. I hear you moan as your fingers come in contact with my aching slit and you realize it is shaven. You lift one foot and place it on the bumper of my car giving your fingers better access. Your tongue finds my sweet spot as you drop to one knee. I cry out in pleasure as you bury your face between my legs, sliding your fingers in and out as your tongue teases my clit. My fingers are clawing at the hood of my car as you eat me to orgasm. I am so glad we are in a secluded area because otherwise my screams would definitely draw attention. As I am coming down from a mind-blowing climax you stand, letting go of my leg. I slide down almost falling to the ground but catch myself, flipping over to sit on the bumper of the car. 

I look up to see you bringing your raging hard cock out of your uniform pants. I am still trembling form my orgasm but instinctively open my mouth to accept your throbbing tool. I let it slide deep into my throat with little thought. Your hand comes to the back of my head to help me slide back and forth. You take advantage of my mouth for several minutes before pulling out and lifting me up onto the hood of my car. You lay me back without a word, sliding my skirt up as I go down. I moan loudly as you drive your swollen shaft deep inside me on the first stroke. 

Without any thought as to who might see us, as if anyone would be out here, you drive in and out with reckless abandon. I am rising off the hood of the car to meet your every stroke. You pull my blouse up over my tits and suck a nipple into your mouth causing me to cry out again. The wind is blowing across our bodies, as we become a blur of motion rocking back and forth on the car. The birds fly off as we reach our mutual orgasms, each of us screaming through it. Without so much as a word you withdraw and put your weapon away. You help me down off the car and back to the driver's door opening it for me. With a tip of your hat you say, "Have a nice day Ma'am," go to your car, and pull away.



Busted!



Passing a stopped school bus with its signals flashing!

My insurance premiums would skyrocket with that fender-bender I had caused last winter. My husband Rob would hit the roof.

"Please officer, can't you just give me a warning?" I pleaded in my most seductive voice.

I knew I was stretching it even with my nipples almost visible with the neck of my blouse open. I had unfastened three buttons as he walked up to my car.

With the top down on my Beamer he had an excellent view down on my body.

"Six demerit points and a five hundred dollar fine and you want a warning?" he looked at me in amazement.

"I didn't see it." I whimpered in my helpless little girl voice.

"What is it worth to you?" he looked at me shrewdly.

"A big fight with my husband and I would probably will be walking" I thought.

"I could be nice if you're nice?" 

The cop had written the information from my license onto his ticket pad.

"I'm not going to give this to you now because I want you to think about it." He said sternly handing me back my papers.

"Thank you so much officer." I smiled up sweetly at him.

Carefully I left the curb, looking back over my shoulder and signaling.

"Whew! That was close." I thought as the police car grew smaller in my rearview mirror.

A couple of days went by and I had forgotten all about my close call with the police officer. I was very busy working my husband's campaign for the upcoming election.

Rob was running for his second term on city council and having his trophy wife active in his campaigning was a definite asset. Rob was a well known attorney and enjoyed the power being on council afforded him. It was incumbent on me to remain squeaky-clean until the election was over. 

I was just on my way out the door when the phone rang. Thinking it may be Rob I answered it.

"Hi, this is Alec Dickson." The voice at the other end said.

"Alec Dickson, who is Alec Dickson?" my mind searched.

"I'm the cop who stopped you the other day." He volunteered.

It all came rushing back, "What can I do for you?"

"I would like to meet you." Dickson asked.

"I am very busy." I tried to put him off. 

"I still have that ticket in my pocket." He reminded me.

Shit! "I don't have much time." I warned him.

"The Red Rose Motel on Highway Six in an hour." He said and hung up.

My heart was beating like a trip-hammer, now I knew his price.

It was early afternoon and the parking lot at the motel was almost empty as my scarlet Beamer pulled in off the highway.

I saw Dickson standing beside a silver Ford Taurus as I drove to the rear of the lot as far from the highway as possible. He walked over to where I shut off the engine.

"I got us a room." He said showing me a key tag as he opened my door.

I had dressed conservatively planning to go on to Rob's campaign center after my liaison with Dickson. 

Dickson ogled my long stocking leg as I got out of the low-slung sport car. As I rose to my feet I felt him place his hand firmly on my ass. He gently squeezed my buttock through my gray flannel skirt.

Dickson appeared to be ten to fifteen years older than me. He had the paunch that too many doughnuts produces and was already balding. To him a twenty-eight-year-old blonde would look like Miss Universe.

"Wait till we get inside." I reprimanded him.

The Red Rose had a reputation for being the "No Tell Motel". Located just outside the city it was a favorite spot for guys to bring a whore. No doubt Sam Muska the owner cut a deal with the local constabulary or let them use the room for free to screw their sluts.

Dickson fumbled with the key opening the door on unit six. The doors opened right onto the parking lot so I hurried in as soon as he opened the door.

I couldn't believe I was in a motel room with another man ready to take off my clothes. For fourteen years I had been a faithful wife, not even so much as kissing another man. Now I was about to sell my body for the sake of a traffic infraction. I thought it strange how willing I was to prostitute myself. Surely Rob would have rather to have paid for a taxi to haul me around rather than I give myself to this rogue cop. Maybe I wanted this to happen?

Dickson looked at me and I returned his glare determined not to be intimidated by him. We stood a mere four feet apart waiting for the other to move.

"Take your clothes off." Dickson ordered.

I showed no emotion as I slipped off my jacket.

Placing my jacket neatly o the back of a chair I slowly and deliberately began unfastening the row of buttons down the front of my blouse.

One of my fetishes is lingerie and I spend a fortune on nice underwear. I had chosen to wear a conservative bra so as not to appear sluttish. As my blouse opened Dickson could see my well filled full cup white silk bra revealed. The bra did not display too much cleavage but the "D" cups promised much to come.

I slipped the sheer blouse off my shoulders and pulling my arms out I tossed it casually on top of my jacket. I stood defiantly in my bra as my hands dropped to the button on my skirt above my left hip.

Dickson was captivated as the zipper whirred down and the skirt dropped into a pile around my black patent pumps.

Carelessly I stepped out of the heap of flannel and kicked it hastily aside. 

I now stood before the perverted cop in my white silk panties and bra with thigh-high stockings supported by a white garter-belt. With my five inch heels I stood proudly statuesque before the awestruck cop.

Although I was about to be taken by this man I felt superior, he was not worthy of my body. 

Dickson was fumbling with the zipper on his trousers and quickly he produced his erection. He had an impressive size cock, about the same size as my husband's.

"Suck it!" he ordered. 

I was shocked as I hadn't contemplated him making any perverse demands of me.

Damn it, he had me back of the defensive.

"On your knees bitch!" he snarled.

Dickson was no longer patronizing now he had me in a compromising position. I no longer had a choice.

I had not sucked a cock in over ten years. I had rebuked my husband every time he pleaded with me to commit the disgusting act.

Dickson grabbed a handful of my hair and knotting it around his fist he forced my head down to his cock. I crumpled to my knees with little resistance. His thumb forced its way into my mouth and hooked onto my lower jaw prying it open. His other hand pushed my mouth onto his cock filling my mouth with his meat.

I gagged as the bulbous mushroom head entered my throat. I struggled to breathe.

Mercifully his cock receded enough for me to gasp a deep breathe of air to sooth my burning lungs.

Dickson cradled his erection on my tongue like a yacht out of water as my lips sealed around it. Gripping my head firmly by my hair he started sliding in and out between my lips.

Saliva was accumulating in my mouth and starting to drool out of the corner of my lips. I swallowed forming a vacuum around Dickson's cockhead.

"Oh yes bitch suck it!" he moaned.

I was shattered, on my knees being skull-fucked by this pig.

Without consideration Dickson's sperm began pumping into my mouth. It came without warning in large spurts of the thick cream permeating every nook and cranny of my mouth. His slime coated my teeth and tongue while the salty brine assaulted my taste buds. 

I gagged and spat his slimy spunk out of my mouth with his ejaculating cock. 

"That wasn't nice!" he scolded as he forced himself back into my mouth.

His cock was still shooting cum as he forced it into my throat. I felt his repulsive cream sliding down my throat.

As the last of his cum squirted into my mouth Dickson released me withdrawing his spent cock from my head.

I spat out as much of his crud that I could and rushed to the bathroom to get a drink.

Hastily I peeled the cellophane wrapper of the tumbler on the sink and filled it with water. I swallowed half the glass in one gulp in an attempt to wash Dickson's vile taste from my mouth.

I stayed in the bathroom a while composing myself. I washed my face and studied myself in the mirror.

"So that is what a cocksucker looks like?" I spoke angrily to my image in the glass.

When I reentered the room Dickson was jerking his cock in an effort to bring it back to life. He had removed his clothes during my absence and was completely naked. He was even less appealing with his hairy body uncovered. Dickson had not only a hairy chest but a hairy back as well like some kind of a primate. The dark hair on his shoulder blades was almost as thick as it was on his head.

"Take off the rest of your clothes." He scowled.

I was resolved the time had come for me to be his harlot and I reached behind my back and unfastened my Wonder bra.

The bra popped as the tension was released and fell loosely down the slopes of my breasts. Pulling the straps off my shoulders I allowed it to fall completely off.

Dickson stared at my bare breasts, milky white with delicate pink nipples adorning each of them. The cool air of the air-conditioner caused them both stiffen quickly giving Dickson the impression I was aroused.

The truth be known I was somewhat aroused, the tide had changed once again and now he was a slave to the beauty of my nudity again.

I sat on the edge of the bed and unfastened the garters from my stockings. Slowly and deliberately I peeled the silk stockings carefully down my legs. Tossing the stockings aside I stood again and peeled the garter-belt and panties down over my hips.

My bush was natural, just slightly trimmed to keep it hidden by my panties. Dickson's eyes were locked on my pussy as I revealed it to him.

He needn't stroke his cock any longer, he was rock hard! 

"Eat me!" I demanded as I sat back down my panties around my ankles.

I lay back and opened my legs, now it was my turn to take charge.

Richardson needed no encouragement to put his mouth between my legs. In one swift movement he buried his face in my hairy crotch.

A chill went up my spine as Richardson's tongue entered my vagina. He went right to my clitoris and began mauling it with the tip of his tongue.

A moan escaped my mouth. 

Our power struggle had flipped back to Dickson again as his tongue now controlled my body. My hips involuntarily flailed as he triggered my sensitive button.

Another louder moan as I felt the beginnings of an orgasm.

What kind of a wife would I be if I let this pervert make me come? As degenerate as it may be I couldn't help grinding my pussy on his face.

Dickson knew he had me under control again, his hands held my hips drawing my crotch tighter into his hungry mouth.

"Oh yes!" I groaned as my pussy squirmed on his tongue.

It was too late to stop, the beast had escaped its cage and his tongue was doing all the right things to launch my climax.

A frightening scream let him know he had conquered me.

I knew I had lost and resolved myself to be Dickson's slut for the remainder of our encounter.

"How do you want me?" I gave up. 

"Doggie." was his single word answer.

Kicking my panties off my ankles I rolled over on the bed and raised myself up onto my hands and knees. My waiting cunt was facing Dickson's cock.

I felt him nuzzle the head of his cock between my pussy lips and my hips rocked back starting him into my already wet tunnel.

Having just experienced an orgasm my cunt was ready for a cock, any cock.

Dickson slid into me like her belonged, as if we had been lovers for years. His cock had just the right curvature to follow its head to my cervix. Oh God he did feel good as my pelvic muscles contracted, gripping him tightly in place.

I found myself rocking back and forth on his cock as it slid in and out of my ever widening hole. I was fucking him!

Dickson's hand reached up from under me and scooped my pendulous breasts as it swung wildly from my body's motion. He pinched my teat between his thumb and finger causing a sharp pain to flash through my chest.

"Ooooow!" I cried as his cock slammed into me with a vengeance. 

My nipple stung from Dickson's pinch but still I needed his cock in me.

"Whack!" his hand slapped across my naked buttock.

A sadistic side of a perverted cop was beginning to come to life. I could endure some pain but did not want his to put any unexplainable marks on my unblemished body.

"Fuck me!" I begged him.

My wanton need for his cock diverted his mind from degrading me and he took my ass cheeks firmly in his hands and devoted his attention to ramming his ready to blow cock deep into me.

"Yes! Yes! Make me come!" I screamed as my orgasm exploded.

"This man had given me two orgasms within half-an-hour." I thought as I dressed.

"What about tomorrow?" I asked Dickson as I looked out the window checking to see if it was safe to make a dash to my car. 



Busted



Our house is an indoor party house. Heide and her husband's pool is secluded behind a high privacy wall. When we have our neighborhood get-togethers at their home, the six couples can fuck and suck under the stars without attracting undue attention from the neighbors. Our pool deck, on the other hand, overlooks a small neighborhood park, one designed for family barbecues and different kinds of balling--softball, football and soccer. It gets a lot of use, especially on the weekends.

It's not a bad thing. On warm summer nights I can sit by our pool and listen to the local teenagers losing their virginity. First, you hear some female voices uttering the mating call of a virgin. "No!" ...Or "Do you really love me?" That usually gives way to a short period of male grunting, followed by a loud moan. Then there is another call, again from the female of the species. "That's it?"

I chuckle when I hear that one, remembering Mary Lou. She was my first. She was also the most patient woman I've ever fucked. We'd meet in the woods behind her house. I'd bring a blanket. She'd bring two beers she'd stolen from her father's never-ending supply in the garage refrigerator. She'd strip and lie on the blanket. I'd strip and lie on her.

I say she was the most patient because I didn't know what the hell I was doing. I, like most high school boys, hadn't learned about foreplay. I hadn't learned that fingering her love box and licking the girl's tits caused her pussy juices to flow, and that would have made it easier for my dick to enter her waiting pussy. No, the first time--and many times after that--I just banged away at the dry hole until she spread her legs far enough to allow me to enter. Then, when I did get in, the sensation was so fantastic it would take about two strokes. Then I'd empty my balls into her recently virgin cunt.

Fortunately, as a teenager, I could bounce right back. I'd roll off, wait a minute or two, then repeat the process. This would continue until I had cum three or four times. Then, miracle of miracles, I began to show some staying power. That's what Mary Lou had hung around for, and both of us were duly rewarded.

I'd pump in and out of her more slowly because my dick wasn't quite sensitive. She liked that. There was no rush or 'wham bam thank you ma'am'. Once I'd lasted a minute, she'd start getting into it and wrap her legs around me. That allowed me to go deeper into her pussy, and we both liked that. Then she'd start moving her hips with me. That's when she'd start moaning and grabbing my ass--pulling me deeper into her. Finally, she'd scream and squeeze my dick with her pussy. Then she'd grab my ass and pull me all the way inside he. Her juices would begin flowing--soaking me--and her already tight cunt would contstrict, trying to strangle my dick. As drained as I was, that never failed. I'd cum again... and keep on cumming, long after my balls had nothing else to contribute.

Mary Lou and I were 'in love' for about six months. Then she started dating an older boy. He was a wizened veteran who sucked her nipples and clit. She explained that when she broke up with me. She said he made her cum every time, and not just after he'd been drained so often he was able to keep it up for more than one or two thrusts. He actually had learned to hold off and not cum until she'd had an orgasm. Laidies first. She liked that.

I was heartbroken, but rebounded. There was one thing about Mary Lou, though, that baffled me for years. Then I discovered that some women--like Mary Lou--actually had gushers of their own during an orgasm. Up to that time, I always thought she had lost control of her bladder and was pissing on me. Ah, youth.

Anyway, you can see why we didn't hold any of our swinger's group parties around our pool. It might have been too educational for the locker room Romeos and their Juliet conquests. ...Not that nothing ever happens. My wife and I fuck frequently in the pool. Some of our guests use it as well, keeping their amorous adventures underwater and out of sight of the families in the park.

All except our neighbor, Heidi. She presented a problem because she's more of a visual person and doesn't care to screw in the pool. She likes to watch my dick slide in and out of my wife's pussy. She also likes to lick my balls and dick while I'm doing it. So, on one particular day, she claimed she couldn't hold her breath that long and demanded we move to higher ground. we did and moved to the side of the pool. All of us were too heated and horny to note what was happening in the park.

Still, we might have gotten away with it, but Heidi is not only visual, she's very vocal. I had finished my wife Gretchen and was fucking Heidi for all it was worth. She started fucking me back, her hips bucking and grinding into me. I delivered a load of cum in her tight cunt, groaning as quietly as I could. Heidi couldn't. When she felt my dick spasm inside her--knowing that my hot cum was filling her pussy--she went wild. Heidi thrashed and grabbed my ass, pulling me all the way into her. Gretchen was underneath us, dutifully sucking Heidi's clit, and she gushed all over my wife's face.

Then came the screaming. Heidi shrieked as she came, attracting the attention of all the spectators--and players--attending the little league soccer game. While some were appreciative of our efforts, a few got on their cellphones and called the cops.

We'd guessed that might happen and ran into the house to get dressed. Heidi had a different idea.

We've equipped a few room in our house with small, unobtrusive cameras. When we have parties, I record a lot of the goings on, then make copies for our guests. Since we only have our group fuckfests once or twice a month, it helps folks get through the dry periods if they can watch the videos. I know I enjoy watching them when my wife is gone on assignment for a few days. It sure as hell is better than reading the newspaper'sladies underwear ads while I beat my meat.

...And the cameras were part of the plan. Heidi and my wife didn't dress. Instead, they sent me off to my home office where I had all my video controls and recorders set up. I'd no sooner arrived when the doorbell rang. I switched the monitor to the front door camera and watched as Gretchen opened it--stark naked. I chuckled at the look on the two burly cops' faces.

You have to understand something. Gretchen makes a living modeling. Heidi is no slouch and could probably do the same, but she doesn't. Instead, she spends her days writing porn and fucking. She cyberfucks on the computer. She fucks herself. She fucks various vegetables from their refrigerator. She fucks the neighbors--both wives and husbands. And, according to her husband, this is all foreplay. At night, when he comes home and the kid's in bed, she fucks his brains out. The woman is insatiable.

My wife, on the other hand, has a shy streak. Don't get me wrong. Most of the time, she's almost as horny as Heidi. I've seen her with a dick pumping into her pussy and another grinding into her tight ass. While this is happening, more often than not, she has a third dick in her mouth and one in each hand. It's a game, she told me once--grinning--to see if she can make all of the men cum at once. 

...And there's one more dick involved--mine. When I hear all of those men groan simultaneously, it's more than I can take. I see the cum squirting out of her ass and pussy. There's more dribbles down her chin. The dicks in her hands start shooting their load all over her tits and face. It usually takes me only two or three strokes to add my load to her cum soaked body.

Even though my wife enjoys being the guest of honor at a gang bang, she's prone to blushing and easily embarrassed in front of people she doesn't know. I looked closely as she displayed her magnificent body to the two strangers, and I could see my wife getting red.

So, it didn't surprise me when Heidi took over handling the cops. Making no move to cover herself, she took a few steps closer and stood in front of Gretchen. Then she looked up that the larger of the two policemen and smiled. "Yes, officer? Is there a problem?"

The other cop spoke first. "You ladies need to put on some clothes."

Heidi turned to him, planted her feet about two feet apart and put her hands on her hips. "Why, officer? You don't like what you see?"

The first cop answered. "We like it fine, ma'am, but we're here on business. ...There's been a complaint."

Gretchen grinned. "Well, you'd better some in so we can close the door. We don't want the whole neighborhood seeing us naked and filing complaints... do we?"

The cops moved into the foyer. Gretchen moved around them to shut the door. As she did, she was very careful to rub up against one of the cops. I saw him stare down at her. She saw it too, and reached up to play with a nipple.

Heidi pointed down the short hallway. "Officers? Why don't we go into the TV room." She licked her lips. "We can get comfortable while we talk about this complaint." I switched cameras on my console to monitor the TV room.

After they arrived, it was Gretchen's turn. "Who made this complaint? Some asshole who doesn't think two women should be eating each other? Probably a man. Some guys think women always need to have a dick in them to get off. ...Not true." She smiled and stroked Heidi's blond hair. "I get off with both men and women. Women, mostly. A lot of men haven't read the operating instructions on their equipment." For emphasis, she put one hand over her crotch and gave herself a few strokes.

"Ma'am, it was the parents out there in the park. They said you were having some sort of orgy by your pool. They say the kids were watching too. That makes this a more serious offense. If they press charges, you both could be doing time. ...And where's the guy? They said a man was involved."

Heidi grinned. "No guy. ...That's the problem, officer. Our husbands are away. We're both horny as hell. We went skinny dipping--the two of us--and one thing led to another. ...I'm sorry we got carried away." She stepped closer to the larger cop. "Is there something we can do to, uh, correct the situation?"

The large cop was speechless. His partner wasn't. "I suppose we should hear your side of the story. Maybe it wasn't lewd conduct at all. What were you two doing?"

Heidi and Gretchen both grinned. My wife got down on the floor on her back. Heidi knelt beside her and started licking Gretchen's tits. I watched a nipple disappear into Heidi's mouth and knew she was swirling her tongue around it. My wife was beginning to moan. Then she gently removed our neighbor's lips and squirmed down until she could put one's of Heidi's nipples in her own mouth, returning the favor.

I watched the cops. They were getting into it, particularly when the two women shifted into a 69 position and started eating each other. Heidi was winning. She had my wife's clit in her mouth and was sucking it. When she shifted her mouth and started darting her tongue in and out of my wife's pussy, you could see the engorged clit standing proudly, a lone sentry guarding her cunt. I could see it, and so could the cops. The taller one was rubbing his crotch. The other one just stared.

Heidi took a break and looked up at the men. "Would one of you let me use your nightstick?" Both cops began fumbling rapidly, but the shorter cop won. He handed his nightstick to Heidi, and she thanked him. The she took the large end and started easing it into Gretchen's pussy. My wife squirmed and spread her legs to accomodate it.

She got about six inches into my wife before she started pumping it in and out. Gretchen was moaning and both cops were now stroking themselves through their uniform pants. Suddenly, Heidi spun around and assumed a 'pussy-faces-pussy' position. When she moved the other end of the nightstick into her own cunt, I started stroking myself--furiously.

Heidi inched toward Gretchen. The both had about six inches of nightstick when Heidi began sliding it back and forth. She inched closer. When the nightstick was thrusting into Gretchen, it was withdrawing from Heidi. When Heidi was being pounded, it was moving out of Gretchen. Soon, my wife's hand joined Heidi's on the nightstick, and it became a group effort.

Even in the dim light, I could see the nightstick glistening with cum. My wife had her eyes closed and began bucking, trying to take more of the large end into her. Her bucking caused the nightstick to jolt around in Heidi's pussy. She started moaning and moving it fast. By this time, the cops had unzipped their pants and were doing their own jolting.

Heidi saw that and got Gretchen's attention, pointing at them. "Look, honey, the cavalry has arrived." Both women repositioned themselves on all fours. One of the cops started to take of his belt and pants, but Heidi stopped him. "No. Don't. We're the bad girls here, the criminals. I want you wearing that uniform when you punish me. ...It's your duty, officers. Get down here and fuck us. Hard. Give us as much punishment as the law allows." She and Gretchen braced themselves and waited.

The two cops lowered and positioned themselves behind Heidi and my wife. Both were big men, in more ways than one. The shorter cop had about nine inches to donate. The other one's dick was shorter, but it made up for that by being somewhat thicker. He grabbed my Gretchen's hips and drove it into her pussy.

I'd seen it before at our parties. My wife and neighbor were on their hands and knees, side by side, being fucked. This, however, was more of a turn-on. The cops were still in uniform, and as they slammed in and out of the women, I could hear the leather creaking and their skin sliding within the heavy uniforms.

It wasn't hard to fantasize that this was some kind of cop and convict sex. The police had caught a pair of felons and were making them pay. Maybe they'd just busted two whores and worked out a way to let them stay on the street. I was really getting turned on while I watched.

Gretchen came first. She screamed and smashed her bare ass into the officer's dick. I saw a stain spreading on his pants as her cum dribbled out of her pussy and down his legs. Having been there myself, I knew she was squeezing the cop's dick and milking it. I was right. He yelled and tried to pull out. She reached around and grabbed his ass, holding him deep inside her. "Fuck me, officer. I've been a bad, dirty girl. Fill my cunt with your cum." And he did. Even on the TV, I saw his spunk squirt out around his dick as he continued to thrust into my wife. The spunk dribbled down her ass and mixed with her cum on his pants.

Heidi was not to be outdone. "Punish me, officer! Stick it in my ass. Make it hurt!" He did, and I could see he wasn't that far from exploding. I wasn't paying much attention to him, however. I was watching Heidi. She'd grabbed the nightstick and was feeding it into her cunt. I knew what the officer was going through. There's nothing like the feeling of a second dick pumping in and out of the same woman. It makes no difference whether your dick is in the woman's pussy or ass. The feeling of another dick slamming into the woman along with yours is exquisite. I groaned and came, shooting wad after wad onto the TV screen. The cop's ass bunched, and I saw him pushing hard into Heidi's ass and holding it there. He was cumming too.

The women told the men to lie on their backs. They did. The two switched partners and began cleaning the cops' dicks. They seemed to have practiced doing this together, because both heads bobbed up and down in unison. Each woman was able to take all of the dick in her mouth. Each woman paused as they did, and--in my mind--I could feel their tongue swirling around the shaft before their lips slipped back up to the head. My imagination was making me hard again, and I wasn't alone.

The cops' dicks were stiff and throbbing. The women--as one--scrambled up and straddled them. As I watched, they lowered themselves and two dripping pussies engulfed two stiff cocks. Heidi grinned. "You have the right to be fucked. Anything that you show that can be fucked, will be fucked...."

Gretchen picked it up. "You have the right to have a woman present when you fuck. If you cannot afford a woman, one will be provided. Free of charge." She giggled. "Do you understand these rights, officer?"

Gretchen's officer tried to respond, but only guttural sounds came out when he opened his mouth. Heidi asked her cop the same question. As she did so, she clamped down those magical vaginal muscles of hers and began pumping his dick. He opened his mouth and had only one thing to say. "I'm cumming."

Heidi jumped off, twisted, and put the cop's dick in her mouth. She grabbed the shaft and began sliding her hands up and down it. The officer's hips raised off the rug, and he groaned. I watched her cheeks sink in as she sucked. Then she grabbed his balls in one hand and stuck a finger on her other hand into the cop's ass. That was all it took. He grabbed her head and began fucking her face. Within seconds, my beautiful neighbor had cop cum running out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin.

That gave the other officer ideas. He rolled my wife to her back and scooted his body up until his dick was in her mouth. He wasn't gentle when he started fucking her face. He began slamming his dick down Gretchen's throat, all the way. He'd pull out for a split second, then ram it home again. I could see she was having trouble breathing and was about to go to the TV room when I saw her eyes look at the camera. She held up her hand.

My wife did the unexpected. She grabbed the nightstick that was still lying on the floor between the women. Then she shoved it--violently--into the cop's ass. He bellowed in pain, but that's what he needed. When he pulled his dick out of my wife's mouth, I saw it was full of the cop's white cum. She looked into his eyes, smiled, and swallowed.

After a few minutes, both cops had zipped and adjusted themselves. They traded nightsticks because the shorter cop didn't want to be carrying one that had been in his partner's ass. Finally, they looked sternly at the women. "We'll let it go this time with a warning. ...But we're going to be watching you two, and we'll be checking up on you from time to time.

Heidi grinned. "When our husband's are away and we're horny, I hope."

The larger cop smiled, fished in his pocket, and handed Heidi a business card. "We're here to protect and serve, ma'am..." He emphasized the word 'serve'. "So if you two do have a problem, just call...."

Gretchen smiled. "And if only one of us has a problem, you'll both come?" She laughed at her play on words.

The cops looked at each other, and I could see they were having second thoughts about leaving. One started to answer my wife, but was interrupted by his radio. The dispatcher wanted a disposition on the case and had another call for them. He answered, saying the situation had been resolved. There would be no arrests.

"Ten-four one Charlie three. See the man at one eight four west Elm. There's a stray dog in his yard. His wife says the dog has him cornered and won't let him move."

The cop grinned and looked at his partner. "Looks like we've got another bitch in heat."



Busted!



Susan had been frustrated. She'd split up with her boyfriend 2 months ago. They'd been going out for 6 months. Before him, she'd been a virgin, and although she'd explored her body, she'd never made herself cum, and certainly never been looking for sex. She was an 18 year old innocent school girl back then. Bob had changed all that. By the time they'd split up, she thought she'd become a nymphomaniac.

Soon after their not-so-amicable break-up, she'd felt those familiar urges, that until now, only Bob's 6 inch monster, (or she thought then), cock could satisfy. Oh, she'd tried to use her fingers. She'd even bought a vibrator. It felt nice, but not the same. She couldn't get away from the fact it was plastic, and not real live, hard, pulsating, flesh. Mmmm.

Eventually, she turned to porn. She'd had to persuade her dad to let her have an internet connection cabled up to her room. Once done, she was able to better fill her fantasies, whilst using her plastic friend.

Inevitably, her mind started to wander. She started reading stories on literotica. Some of them blew her mind. When she next got a boyfriend, she was definitely going to test some of those new ideas out! She'd been getting a lot of spam lately inviting her to look at explicit video chatrooms. The sort where you can see anyone else who's showing publicly, and also go private, either with the message or video. It became more & more appealing to her. She decided it couldn't hurt.

Gone were the days of innocence. She used the nickname 'Showmeyourcock'. She was inundated with requests for men to show what they had for her. She loved it! Although she didn't have a cam, most of the blokes were so horny and desperate, they were glad to wank and cum for her. She couldn't get enough of seeing the cum spurt out of the piss holes of all sizes, shapes and colours. She'd been reluctant to taste Bob's cum before, but now she regretted not trying it. The next cock she had, she'd definitely try it. To her, it was all about the cock, now. There may have been a man attached to it, but it didn't really matter right now.

She'd been feeling the need to give something back. Yeah, right! She wanted those horny guys to see her fingering her sopping pussy. If she'd thought more about it, she might've thought it was maybe because she wanted to prove she was a woman, not just a bloke pretending to be one. She also missed the compliments about her body. She wanted them to make her feel sexy. It wasn't enough for her that she could see all the cocks she could ever imagine, (and also more than enough that she wished she could forget -- those wrinkly dirty old men -- ugh!)

So she bought herself a webcam. It didn't cost much & was a nightmare to install. She'd done it all herself, though. So noone else knew about it in her family. Her Mum had been telling her to get out more, so she didn't want to arouse their suspicions anymore than necessary.

She got right into performing for her admirers straight away. She'd decided to set up her own room, to see how many were just watching her. She had over 100 within 5 minutes of showing some cleavage. The board was going crazy & she gave up trying to keep track. She was tempted to block the private messages, but she was getting too carried away with her performance. She'd wanted to tease them, but got lost in the moment & was soon naked & fucking herself with her dildo. Her screen was full of hard cocks. Every time one would explode, she'd send the owner a quick thank you, then move onto another.

She'd meant to only show her body, but ended up showing them her face several times. Who cares? They're all on the other side of the world. Then she couldn't stop cumming. The cocks on her screen had all cum by now & closed their cams. She gave up trying to keep track. Her eyes were closed as she savoured the moment. As she came down, she decided that was enough for the night. Hopefully she didn't make any noise!

She said it was time for her to go on the board. She came out of the room, but stayed online for a short while longer, reading the sexy messages she'd been left, closing them as she went. After about 10 minutes, she was about to disconnect, when she received another message from someone called English_Hunk.

'That was incredible, Susan'

Any excitement left in her body vanished. Who the fuck was it?

'Who's that?' she said. She wasn't stupid enough to reveal her identity.

'Oh, only an admirer.'

'Ok.' Must've been a lucky guess, she thought.

'Bob was a fool to dump you.'

Fuck!!! 'What are you talking about?' Keep calm.

'Just that. He doesn't know what he's missing.' Too right, she thought to herself.

'Will we be seeing you performing on here any time, soon, then?'

Up until a moment ago, she would've been tempted to go back the next night. But now everything had changed. She couldn't let someone who knew her see doing that. She couldn't let her reputation be tarnished at school!

'No, I think that was a one-off.'

'That's a shame.' 'It's a good job I recorded your 15 minutes of fame, then.'

OH MY GOD!!! 'You what?'

'I thought it was such a good performance, someone should keep a record of it.'

Then she lost it. 'You fucking wanker! If you show that to anyone!'

'You'll what?'

She was stunned into silence. What could she threaten him with? He had all the cards. She'd have to play it by his rules for now, until she could find a way of finding out who it was, or better yet, getting the video deleted. 'What do you want?'

'Well, for a start, you won't call me a wanker again. I think you'd better do what I say from now on. It would be a shame if the video was accidentally emailed to your Mum, teachers and friends, wouldn't it?'

All the blood drained from her head. How could this have happened? & why did it have to happen to her? 'You're serious?'

'I'm just an admirer. That was a great show, Susan. Yes, I am serious, though.'

'What do you want me to do, then?'

'That's more like it.' 'This doesn't need to be difficult. It's just a bit of fun. You like fun, don't you?'

Maybe she could go along with it. He'd probably want to have sex with her, but was that so bad? 'Yeah, I like fun.'

'Much better.' 'I want you to give someone a blowjob. On camera, so I know you're really doing it.'

She sighed. She knew this was coming. It didn't make it any easier. 'Fine. But then that's it. I want you to delete the video after that. Deal?'

'You haven't even asked who it is, yet. I promise that I'll delete that video once I see you swallow Geoff''s cum.'

Geoff was her younger brother. 'You're joking?'

'No, dead serious.'

'No way. Anyone but him.' This nightmare was just getting worse & worse.

'There is no negotiation. Either you suck him off in the next hour, or I email everyone.' That was it. She had no choice in the matter.

'Please! Don't do this. I'll do anything else. I'll fuck you if you want. I'll fuck anyone else. But not him.'

'Don't try my patience. The choice is yours. I'm making this easy for you. It's not like I'm making you show the video in the public room.'

She started crying. This couldn't be happening. The only way she could go through with this was by drinking. 'I don't have much choice, then. I guess I'll have to do it.' She nearly called him a wanker again, but held off.

She remembered seeing a bottle of red wine downstairs & decided the sooner she drank it, the sooner she could get this over with. 'What if he says no?'

'Don't worry about that. Just get him in your room & let nature take it's course.'

'I don't believe you, but, fine. Give me some time, then.'

This was surreal. She pulled on her dressing gown. She was too upset to bother to get dressed again right now. She sneaked downstairs, trying to avoid make any noise, or attract any attention. Noone was around which was a good thing. She began to wonder how big Geoff's cock would be. She couldn't believe she was thinking it, but very shortly she'd see what no sister was ever supposed to see & do what no sister was supposed to do. I wonder what cum really tastes like? I wonder what his cum tastes like? I wonder if I'll like it

She was already accepting the situation. Her pussy had become moist again. She couldn't believe her body was betraying her like this. It wasn't like she wanted to do this, though. In a way, thinking that made it far easier to deal with. Perhaps it also helped to stir up her emotions. Being a submissive had always been a fantasy for her. She'd never had the opportunity to try it out, though.

She took the bottle up to her room, & started swigging it while looking at the computer, amazed at the predicament she found herself in. Within minutes, the bottle was half empty. Her vision was already blurring. She felt the room spinning around her. She was ready.

She went out into the hallway & knocked on Geoff's door. Her nerves were a lot calmer now. She heard some rustling from his bedroom. 'Yeah?' She heard him say.

'It's Susan. Can we have a chat? In my room?'

'Why? What is it?'

What could she say? She hadn't really thought about she could explain it. 'If you come into my room, I'll explain.'

'Ok, if you say so. Give me a minute.'

She went back into her room, leaving her door ajar & turned the webcam back on, putting it in private. She made sure it could see the whole of the bed. She left English_Hunk a message to say that the password was 'wanker'. She thought that would be appropriate.

Just then, Geoff came in.

'Oh, Geoff, hi, thanks for coming on. Shut the door.' He followed her instruction.

'What's up?' He asked.

'What's up? Oh, well...sit down on the bed -- no not there, there', pointing to where she wanted him to sit. He gave her a funny look, but did as directed. 'I need to...' she couldn't bring herself to ask him. She was nervous as hell. A sweat was breaking out on her forehead. She glanced briefly in the direction of her desk, and therefore webcam. She realized she was out of view.

'Is everything ok? Geoff asked.

She decided to sit down next to him. 'Erm, sort of.' Before he could comment, she decided to press on. 'Geoff, I need to you to trust me. I really need your help with something.' She couldn't tell if he was perplexed, scared or something else -- his expression was unreadable. 'Can you do what I ask without question?'

'Erm, I guess. It's not illegal is it? He grinned.

She managed a small smile back. It helped to lighten the tension a little. She had an idea. 'Please don't tell Mum. I know this is gonna sound crazy, but I want to practise something & I couldn't ask anyone else.' That's better, she told herself. More convincing.

She steeled herself. 'I really want to know what it's like to kiss a guy.'

'You're kidding, right? You've never kissed a bloke, before? What about your ex?'

'No, not kissing on the lips, kissing down lower.' She let him take a few moments to twig.

'Oh, ooohhhh. Am I understanding you right? You want to know what it's like to give a bloke a blowjob?'

She got nervous again. 'Erm, yeah.'

'& you want me to help? But why me? I'm your brother. I'm sure that's supposed to be wrong.'

'Please -- look, if I just did it with some random bloke, it would soon get around & I'd get a reputation. My life would be ruined!'

'Is it really that important to you?'

'I asked you to trust me. Yes, it's really important to me. I'm sure you'll enjoy it,' she said seductively. A part of her brain was screaming at her -- what are you doing flirting with your brother? That part was becoming insignificant, though, as she got turned on. Part of the turn-on was down to the fact she was going to give a blowjob. Part of it was down to the taboo of the situation. That small part of her was also yelling -- you can't let this turn you on, it's wrong!

'Take your trousers off, Geoff.' As he complied, she got up & locked the door. She went back & knelt down in front of him.

'I'm only doing this because I want to help you, ok?'

'Oh yes, absolutely. I really appreciate this.' How could this be happening? She managed a smile for him, though. As he sat down in his white boxer shorts, she knew there was no going back now. She noticed an erection tenting his underwear. 'Well, at least I don't have to get you ready,' she chuckled to herself. She was also enjoying the view. She was telling herself, it's just a cock. Focus on the cock. Such a big one, too, by the looks of things. She noticed a wet patch around the spot where the underwear was tented. She looked up into his eyes, as she pulled the elastic down over his cock.

'Fuck me, Geoff, it's a monster!' She'd never seen anything as big before, at least not on cam. He was as big as the biggest she'd seen on any pictures on the web. This was definitely a good thing. Although quite how she'd fit it in her mouth was going to be another matter. She did some calculations in her head. 'It must be 10 inches long & over 1 wide.'

'11 long & 1 ½ wide, actually,' he said smugly.

'Wow! The last time I saw this, was when we were still kids & Mum would make us bath together.' Geoff just sat there, grinning, enjoying the attention.

'It can get a bit awkward when I get turned on,' he laughed.

'I bet. Is it ok if I...you know?'

'Well, since you asked so nicely, how could I say no?' He said with mock honesty.

She reached one of her delicate hands to touch the skin. It was warm. She reached around at the middle section, but her fingers wouldn't reach the whole way. Without realising it, her mind was wondering if it would somewhere else other than her mouth. Imagine what it would feel like...'Mmm' she said out loud.

'Sorry?' Geoff asked.

'Oh, nothing, my mind was wandering. Ok, I hope this is ok with you, but I'm going to kiss it, now.'

'Ok, whatever you say.'

She leaned down, still holding his cock firmly with one hand, pulling her shoulder length brown hair back with the other. He was uncircumcised. This was a novelty for her as well. Bob had been cut. She could see moisture at the tip. As she got closer, she pulled the skin down, until it was tight & she could see his piss-hole. She kissed the tip with puckered up lips. They got all sticky with his moisture.

'Call that a kiss?' Geoff asked.

'What? This is my first time,' well sort of, she said to herself. He wants a kiss? I'll give him a kiss then. First off all, I want to see what he tastes like. She dabbed her tongue on the tip. She swirled it round her mouth a little. She decided it wasn't too bad, really. Something about it, too, really felt very nice. Must be the hormones. But, oh, must have more of that!

This time, she gave him a full swipe of her tongue. She carried on lapping until he was relatively dry. She looked up into his face, but his eyes were closed, and his head tilting back slightly. She smiled to herself. Part of her felt some pride for making him happy.

She carried on licking down to the bottom of his pole. She could now look sideways up towards his face, but his eyes were still shut. She looked toward the camera. She realised that the majority of the time, only her head could be shown, so she moved around slightly, to give the camera a better view. She imagined looking into her blackmailers eyes. She wasn't sure whether she was angry, or turned on by the ordeal. Certainly if it had never happened, she may never have seen or tasted a monster this big. Every she cloud has a silver lining, she smiled to herself.

She moved back up his cock, keeping her lips as locked as possible, til she reached the head. This time, her lips were covering him, not just her tongue. They were being stretched, & she was beginning to wonder if this was such a good idea. After all, hers wasn't the biggest mouth in the world.

All of a sudden, she felt Geoff's hands on top of her head. She started to panic, pushing against the bed, but it was useless. Geoff was far stronger than her & was in a far better position. At the same time, she felt him pushing his cock up into her mouth.

Her whole jaw ached, as he forced himself deep into her mouth. All she could do was hum noises. She gave up fighting. He paused as he reached the back of her throat. She managed to take several deep breaths. This wasn't so bad after all. Ok, her jaw was stretched, but a part of her wished she could do this far more often. Perhaps Geoff would understand if she could do this again in future. She hoped so.

Geoff pushed her dressing gown down off her shoulders. She'd forgotten she was still naked underneath. Shit! Then again, Geoff wasn't exactly covered up. Never mind. Let him enjoy the view. I'm certainly enjoying mine! He leaned down and undid the belt still holding it up around her waist & then the gown pooled around her knees on the floor.

As the pressure on her head reduced, she looked into his eyes, then moved her head back up until she reached the head again. She paused & went back down. As she started pumping her hand in time to her mouth, Bob stopped humping upwards. This was so nice, she said to herself. Once she got past the fact she had her brothers cock in her mouth; not just a cock, a fucking huge monster cock, she was beginning to enjoy herself. She'd always been too grossed out and desperate to move onto the proper sex with Bob, to really enjoy cock sucking for what it was. Part of her regretted that. Oh well, she couldn't worry about it. What's done is done. Besides, she had another cock to play with. 'Mmmm.' She realised her left hand was between her legs. Oh well, who cares?

'Fuck, yeah, what a fuckslut,' she heard Bob say. She'd been lost in her own world & his cock to remember he was attached to it. How could her own brother call her that? Then again, how could she have her brothers cock in her mouth? She really was a fuckslut & was loving it. She decided it was time to start bobbing her head faster. His breathing began to get louder, and his hips started bucking faster. She felt a little disappointment, as she know this would soon end, but at the same time, proud for doing such a sexy, good job.

The majority of Geoff's cock hadn't felt her mouth sliding down on it, only her hand rubbing. As she reached the bottom of her stroke, though, Geoff's hands pushed her down hard. This time, there was no relenting. He was at the back of the throat & despite her struggles, she was having trouble breathing. She knew what he wanted, though. She wanted to try to help him. She forced her throat muscles to relax. She could tell it was having an effect, as she felt him slide slightly deeper. After a minute or so, he was in! Then he kept pushing & pushing. Before she knew it, her nose was being tickled by his pubes.

She closed her eyes. She was rubbing herself hard, now. Geoff's fingers were still tangled in her hair. Then she felt the cum rising up through his long tube. He went completely still. As he exploded in her throat, she started coughing. His grip on her head had loosened, though, allowing her to pull free. She came off his cock completely, which carried on spurting thick, warm, salty globs in her mouth, as it left it. She was too busy choking to notice, though. He carried on spurting reduced quantities over her face, as her breathing returned to normal. She looked down at his shrinking cock. Such a beautiful thing. She started cleaning up the mess on him. For some reason, the taste & smell of his cum sent tingles through her whole body.

She hadn't managed to cum, but she would treasure this event for as long as she lived. Finally he was clean. He was looking down at her cum stained face. She looked back up at him, but couldn't read his expression.

'Thanks Geoff. I hope you're ok with this?'

He was silent for a few moments. He started pulling back on his boxers & pulling up his jeans. 'You really are a slut. Look at you -- you're still rubbing yourself!'




Busted!



She looked down at herself. It was true. She stopped rubbing and pulled her hand away. She was still on her knees, naked in front of him. 'Oh Geoff, please understand'

'What's there to understand? My sister's a slut who loves to suck my cock.' He grinned, though. 'Don't worry, you're not the first.'

She relaxed. It was going to be ok. 'I can see why,' she laughed. She looked down at his crotch again. Absent-mindedly, she licked her left hand of her juices.

Geoff unlocked the door & walked out without saying anything else. She realised she needed to get back to her blackmailer. She turned round & shuffled on her knees back to her computer. She turned the monitor back on & looked into the webcam. She decided to tease him a bit. She scraped some of the cum on her face with her index finger & fed it into her mouth. The look on her face was that of a slut. No, a fuckslut.

She looked at the screen. There were what seemed like hundreds of private & public messages to her, commenting on her performance. What? How? She found the conversation with English_Hunk. He'd commented on her performance a number of times, praising her abilities.

'How come everyone else saw it?' She asked.

'Oh, well, I couldn't enjoy such a beautiful moment on my own, so I told a few friends about it.'

'You bastard!'

'Now, now, Susan, there's no need to be like that. None of them know who you are, or the fact he's your brother. They were just enjoying the show.'

She thought about it, and realised it was unlikely any of them knew her. Still, this bastard did. 'I followed your instructions. I want you to delete that video, now. We had a deal.'

'Absolutely. We did. I sent you a copy to your personal address, then I deleted it.' She relaxed. She'd come through it.

'The new video was even better than the first, though. Especially when you started fingering yourself in front of the camera. I got great shots of both your faces, too.'

Shit! This wasn't getting any better...



Busted...



It was late at night, around 11:00 p.m. I was downstairs lying on the couch and reading a magazine. I noticed you were out of the room for a very long. We had been arguing all afternoon and evening, so I figured you’d gone to the room to have some solitude. I thought about what had happened during the day, and I felt like I needed to apologize. So I went to the bathroom to find you, but you weren’t in there. I decided to put on that short little low-cut red satin nitey you like to see me in along with the red feathery heels. I lightly sprayed on your favorite scent you like to smell on me. As I was coming out of the room, I noticed your office door was cracked, and I saw a glare of light piercing through the darkness. I walked slowly and quietly to the door, and I was wondering what was going on. When I came to the door, I peeped through the crack and I noticed you watching a porn clip on the computer as you stroked your dick which was standing very erect. I was surprised to see you stroke your dick like that, and a little upset because I questioned why you never stroked it like that around me, in fact, just the mere sight of you stroking it, turned me on.

I opened the door. You were so into the porn, you didn’t hear me come in. I flicked the switch, and I almost scared the shit out of you. You stood up with your erect dick hanging out your pants, and you didn’t know what to say or what I was thinking. You stumbled over your words as you tried to explain and apologize. I walked up to you and put my finger to your lips to quiet you. 

I said, “It’s okay.” You looked at me in amazement and utter confusion.

You asked, “I thought you didn’t like me watching porn.”

I responded, “I don’t like you to watch porn alone. I would have would have watched it with you if you only had asked me. You didn’t have to hide it from me.”

You said, “Baby I didn’t know and I’m sorry.”

I asked, “Why don’t you stroke your dick around me? It turned me on to see you do that.”

You put your arms around my waist and gave me a kiss on the lips. You were pleased that I wasn’t mad at you. We apologized to eachother for all of the arguing and disagreements during the day. I went to take a seat on the couch. You pushed your chair over to where I was sitting. You asked me to stand so that you could admire the attire I had on for you. After looking me over, you said, “Baby, I want you to make one of my fantasies come true tonight.”

I innocently asked, “What is that baby.”

You grabbed my ass and said, “I always wanted to fuck you like a little slut with heels on. I’ve always hoped you to dress up in some sexy wear and let me fuck you anyway I wanted to, and you did nothing but take it all.” 

I gently stroked your face with the back of my hand and said, “Tonight, I’m all yours.” I then thought about something and said, “You know we have gotten away from telling the other what we’d like sexually and I think tonight is as good of time as any for us to stop holding back and be honest with the other.”

You suggested that we masturbate together, and I agreed to it. You slipped off my nitey and told me to sit on the couch. I sat down, opened my legs, and your dick began to get hard again. You began to stroke it as you told me where and how to rub my pussy for you. 

You instructed, “Take one hand and play with your clit and lean back on the couch and take the other hand to squeeze your titties and pinch your nipples.”

As I did as I was told, I began to moan. I had masturbated before, but it was only when you weren’t home; I was too embarrassed to do it in front of you.

You began to say things like, “Oh yeah baby, I like how you are touching my pussy. I am going to fuck you so good and hard tonight. Damn your pussy look so good.”

As I teased myself and listened to you talk to me like that I became more and more turned on. You had never talked to me in that way. I liked it. You kept talking dirty to me, and then you told me to put a finger in my pussy to feel my warmth, and I did as I was told. I couldn’t believe how much I liked doing this in front of you, and my pussy was so wet now. 

You asked, “Are you wet yet baby?”

I replied, “Yes baby.”

Then you told me to take out my finger and put it in my mouth, and I did. I felt so excited to taste my own juices as you watched me. Then you stood to get fully undressed, and you came to sit down on the couch beside me.

“Baby, I want you to do something for me,” you said as you continued to stroke your dick.

I wondered if you were going to ask me to suck your dick. I thought about it, but we never engaged in any oral sex. This would be the first, and not the last time I’m sure.

You then asked me to get down on my knees in front of you. You told me to grab your dick and stroke it for you. I had touched it before, but not like this. It felt good in my hand. As I stroked you, I began to lick my lips. The more I stroked, the more delicious your dick looked, and you smiled when you saw me looking at it like I wanted to devour it. You knew at that moment that I would suck it. You knew at that moment that tonight was the night you’d get to fuck me like your little slut. You looked down at me, held my face as you came closer to give me a kiss. 

You instructed, “Put it in your mouth and taste it,” and I did.

You leaned back on the couch and moaned as you grinded your hips as I sucked you. You then ran your finger through my hair. My lips felt so good wrapped around your dick. I went up and down licking it and massaging your balls. 

You went, “That’s right Bitch, suck my balls.”

I was excited to hear you say that. You’ve never been that aggressive with me before, and it was definitely a turn on. I wanted to hear more. I told you to say it again.

You demanded, “Suck daddy’s dick bitch.”

My pussy was getting wetter hearing you say it over and over again. I then leaned back on my knees and spread your legs a little wider and I licked and sucked on your balls. It felt so good. Knowing my prudish ways, I felt so dirty being down there with my head between your legs giving you utter pleasure. I continued to lick and suck your balls and even lick down to your crack. 

You grabbed my hair and said, “Get those lips back on that dick, and suck it good.”

I put my warm soft lips back on your manhood and you put your hands on the back of my head and held it as you fucked my mouth. It felt so good. Then you let go of the hold, and I then stopped sucking you like you wanted me to. 

You insisted, “Get off your knees and lay your ass across my lap.”

I was hoping you’d spank me.

You said, “I overheard you on the phone oneday saying that you wanted me to spank your ass, and well here it is.”

You first rubbed it, and then gave me a good smack on it. I shouted with pleasurable moans as I felt my ass jiggle. I think I liked it more than you did. We looked at eachother and smiled. You asked if it was okay.

I responded, “Baby, tonight I’m your bitch; do as you please.”

Before I could brace myself for the next spanking, another smack went to my ass, and then you rubbed it. The cycle continued. First a few smacks, followed by you rubbing my ass. Then you told me to suck your dick again. This time, as I did, you ran your fingers down to my crack and played with my asshole. You grabbed my titties. Just as you were about to cum, I pinched the top of your balls to hold you back. 

I looked up at you and said, “No baby, that hot cum is for my ass.”

I stood up and leaned over the arm rest on the couch, and gave you a sweet kiss. I told you to fuck my wet pussy. You stood with hunger in your eyes, and came up behind me. You rubbed your hands over my ass. You stood back and admired my position. I looked back at you to see what was the hold up. You were rubbing your chin as you said, “You are a sexy bitch leaning over like that with those heels on.”

I said, “Come and fuck this sexy bitch then.”

At that moment I felt a hard dick enter my pussy. I was so tight. I breathed a few short hard breaths following by deep moans. You grabbed my ass as you started to fuck me harder and harder. You were humping my so hard that I had to hold on to brace myself. I could feel you beating my pussy up. By this time, my moans turned to screams, and you spank me also. 

You asked, “Is this how you want it bitch.”

The shit felt so good to me, I couldn’t even respond. I was finally getting fucked by man. All the other times we just had dutiful sex, but tonight was different. The more you fucked me, the louder the sex fumes filled the air, and they smelled delicious. Then you stopped and pulled out. I turned around, got on my knees and licked my juices off your dick. It tasted so good.

I lay down on the floor and opened my thighs wide, and told you to get your ass down here and fuck the shit out of me. You looked at me with astonishment.

You licked your lips and said, “Okay Bitch, this dick is for you.” 

You got on your knees and held my legs up in the air as your entered me. First you went nice and slow. I rocked my body to the rhythm of your strokes. You felt so good gliding in and out of my wet cunt. I was moaning and playing with my titties, and then you came to a halt.

I asked what was wrong, and you pulled out. I demanded you to put it back in my pussy. It was throbbing for your dick. I needed it now. You told me to shut the fuck up and lean back, and I did.

In an instance I felt your hot breath on my pussy. Then you licked up and down on my pussy lips. I felt a tongue sliding up and down between my pussy lips. My body was trembling with pleasure. You slipped a finger in my pussy as you continued to taste me. All I could do was moan yes and don’t stop. You finger fucked my pussy. I was so into it. You took your hot warm tongue and flicked my clit. I moan louder. You rested your lips on my pussy lips. I was so glad that I was lying down because if I was standing, I wouldn’t have been able to. I loved having you down there. You spread open my pussy lips to expose my clit and you sucked on it, and a sharp chill went down my spine. It felt so damn good. I haven’t felt this good in a long time. It was like my body finally had the tension releaser that it needed it. 

You whispered, “You better cum for me and you better not hold back,” and I came hard. You slid your tongue in my pussy, grabbed my hips as your tongued fucked me. I grinded my hips to lips. You lifted your head with my juices dripping from your chin, and said that you wanted me to suck you off as you continued to eat me out. You climbed on top with your dick in my face, and I took it in. You gave it to me deep throat. You fucked my mouth as I did yours. I got a little freaky and slid a finger in your ass, and surprisingly you responded with sticking a finger in my tight ass. I licked your balls and teased your crack. We devoured eachother, and we now were ready to cum.

You slid back into my pussy with your dick. This time you thrushed it in, and I had to gasp for air. You did the long strokes to start off; hitting my spots. The more you stroked, the more I came. I was moaning louder and louder, and so were you. You cheered me on as I came over and over again. You said over and over how you like when I came on your dick. With my legs pushed back in my chest you fucked my pussy as you pleased and all I could do was take it. You were in control. You loved to watch your dick go in and out of my tight pink pussy. 

You told me to get up and get on all fours with my ass in the air. You smacked my ass once in position. You knew that shit turned me on. So you did it as your put a finger in my pussy to get it wet. You put that same finger in my ass while asking was I going to let you fuck it, and I responded with a faint yes.

You pull my ass cheeks apart and went in my pussy. This time you didn’t start off slow, but went right into humping me. I think we woke up the whole neighborhood with our screams. It was like two sweaty bodies entwined as one to receive the utmost sexual climatic exploding volcanic orgasm. We were panting like animals. You were pounding my pussy and I was screaming stop, but we both knew that was far from what I, we wanted. You couldn’t stop, and I didn’t want you to. You were fucking me until I was nearly in tears, and it felt good. I was your slut. You were on the verge of cuming, and I yelled, “Don’t you dare cum in my pussy. Put that shit in my ass.”

You pulled out and went right into my tight ass. We didn’t need any lubrication because of all the juices on your dick. A few seconds later you were fucking me harder than you had ever tonight, and I knew you were about to cum and so was I. I dug my nails into the carpet as I let out screams and squeals. In one last hard thrush, we both came with no breath left to barely breathe. I felt your sweat dripping on my back. Your cum slide down my pussy and thighs and I rubbed some in the pussy. We collapse on the floor. Neither was able to move an inch. The room was now filled with sex fumes and shallow breathing along wit the hum of your computer. Minutes after building up our strength we dragged ourselves into the bedroom to shower together and made more love through out the night. Before falling asleep, I promised come and visit your office again. That night we fell asleep with smiles on our face, only to wake up to a quick “breakfast” in your office the next morning.



Busted!



There was a low hum flecked with snapping electronic spatter as the actresses' throaty moans of enjoyment reverberated through the low quality PC speakers waltzing an arc across the desk against the shackles of their electronic leashes.

The three of us stood there in the school computer room with the Principal Ms. Marchelle McElroy and the Mathematics teacher Mrs. Trudi Leon, both in their mid forties, sporting disapproving looks whilst watching two double-D breasted lesbians caressing each other's breasts and taking turns in licking each other's nipples.

We'd been busted fair and square.

Mrs. Leon looked on with pursed lips and a furrowed brow whilst slowly shaking her head. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. She must feel totally inadequate compared to the buxom chicks in the video. I guess they were the antithesis of everything she wanted to be and couldn't become.

Ms. McElroy on the other hand, stood with arms crossed, speckling the room with pins of light from her scintillating diamond rings as she tapped the fingers of her right hand on her left bicep. Her haircut was short, layered, jagged and sassy. Her liquid black eyeliner extending outward accentuated her almond shaped eyes to just noticeable crows feet.

She wore a pinstriped black skirt snuggly fitting her arse before tapering down her thighs to a ruffled hem. She tapped her right foot, her patent leather high heels with a slither of gold coloured metal adorning the toe clicking away.

The lesbian on the right of the computer monitor suddenly sunk out of site as the camera panned down to catch her plunging her tongue into her girlfriend's pussy. 

"Well, I think we've seen enough!" Mrs. Leon said blushing red as she promptly stepped forward to turn off the monitor.

The screen went blank. Mrs. Leon turned to Ms. McElroy about to speak but was interrupted "Lick me baby. Eat my fucking cunt!" as the speakers danced to the chorus. My eyes watered with barely restrained laughter as she tried to silence the ensuing sucking and moaning sounds without success.

Irritated and severely embarrassed she promptly turned to us "Could one of you boys please turn this off?"

"Eat it bitch!"

"OH MY GOD!" Mrs. Leon's jaw dropped at the despotic demand.

Jed quickly stepped forward and hit the space bar ceasing the lewd requests.

"Well?" Mrs. Leon asked her arms folded as she entreatied the Principal for some draconian action.

"I shall deal with this immediately. I'll get Dave the technician to remove the obscene content when he gets in first thing tomorrow."

I knew Dave, all the students did. He was everyone's mate. He'll probably copy it first.

"And the students? Shall I deal with them, I know you have a dinner on tonight."

"It's okay, I'll cancel. This is too outrageous to ignore."

"Fair enough." Mrs. Leon looked at each one of us with a stern look, "Then I'll leave them in your capable hands." as she jutted her chin up with an air of superiority.

"Yes, my hands are well and truly capable of dealing with boys such as these." Ms. McElroy joined Mrs. Leon in regarding us sternly. "Okay Trudi, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Of course. Oh, I'll be in at ten tomorrow as I have morning netball at Kalinga High."

"No worries, at ten it is."

"Thank you Marchelle."

Mrs. Leon brushed passed us without regard as she exited the computer room.

Ms. McElroy held us still with her stare as we all listened to Mrs. Leon's footsteps fade down the linoleum passageway. We heard the exit door groan open and a gush of wind whistle into the corridor before it slammed shut, its dying echo leaving a heavy silence.

"Come with me boys." Ms. McElroy commanded as we trailed her out of the computer room to the teachers' wing which was out of bounds for students.

She opened her office door and we filed in and slouched around giving each other nervous glances.

Ms. McElroy had just one foot inside the door when she heard the cleaners dragging their carts through the corridor. She stepped back out and pulled the door ajar. "You can leave early tonight girls I'll be working late."

"Thank you Marchelle." they replied and could be heard scuttling a hasty exit with their clinking cleaning equipment.

Ms. McElroy stepped back into the room and clicked the door shut. She stood with her back against the door casting her eyes over each one of us before exhaling exasperatedly and making her way around to the front of her desk. She never said a word as she busied herself by opening a drawer and pulling out a steel measuring tape and turning her computer monitor around to face us.

"Well, boys. What are you? Endless repeaters. How many times have you repeated this year Jed?"

"Only twice Miss." Jed replied.

"And you Mike?"

"Third year Miss."

"Third! What are you twenty now?"

"Nineteen in October."

"What a loser!" she spat.

"And you." directing her question to me.

"I'm not a repeater, I'm eighteen."

"Well I was less than impressed by your antics boys. Just whose idea was it to download porn onto the school network?"

There was a full minute's torturous silence until she gave up expecting an answer.

"By rights I should expel the lot of you good-for-nothings. But I think I can find some redeeming aspects to your useless selves."

"Miss, we're sorry for ..."

"Oh stop driveling Mike it's so unbecoming."

I couldn't help it, I laughed.

"Something funny?"

"Not really."

"Maybe you could explain to me what you found sooooo fascinating about those video clips you downloaded. In fact, yes, you can all write an essay about it."

"I'm not sure we could just write an essay about.." my response was interrupted by a rush of blood setting my cheeks ablaze.

"Allow me to help you."

She leant over allowing a glimpse of her cleavage and bra through the gap between two blouse buttons as she grasped the computer mouse and navigated the PC folders selecting a movie clip. Jed, Mike and I swapped glances. They didn't seem as concerned as me. I was almost frantic. A double mouse-click directed my attention to a movie expanding to fill the monitor with two well oiled lustrous breasts being massaged by the hands of their owner. Ms. McElroy stood looking at us with her arms folded across her chest and a pair of rosey flushed cheeks. It was awkward for all of us.

"Well, tell me about it."

"About what Miss?"

"About what you're looking at... Mike!"

"They're oily breasts Miss."

Ms. McElroy appeared agitated "Try to use some verbs Mike. Years of repeated English classes and that's your personal best?"

She snapped me a tense look, her hands clenching her biceps as she squeezed her arms tighter across her chest.

Jed swallowed "It's a woman squeezing her breasts... Miss."

"Yes, she is. She's massaging her breasts." she turned and admired the image whilst she took a short sharp breath. "And, anything else? The nipples for example, are they hard or soft."

"Hard Miss." I answered sharing the burden with my new found friends.

She briskly turned to me. "Yes, they are... Jules." she seemed relieved by my participation. "Look how she squeezes them with her thumb and forefinger. Squeezing her breasts from underneath towards the pinnacle of her nipple." she smiled at me. "Anything else?"

I looked to Jed and Mike who smiled back at me.

"How does it make you feel Jules?" she continued.

I was truly stumped for words. She smirked and her eyes squinted ever so slightly giving me the impression she was challenging me.

"She seems to be enjoying herself Miss." Mike butted in breaking her gaze with me.

"Are you a breast man Mike?" she relaxed.

Mike grinned like a Cheshire cat.

"They're pretty breasts Miss." Jed chimed in.

She smiled and turned the sound up. We could hear the woman moaning and sucking a hissing breath through her teeth as she squeezed her nipples. A silence ensued among us as we ogled the video. I was as hard as a rock and I'm sure the other two were likewise.

"How old would you say she is?" she asked, "Anyone?"

"Thirties." Jed replied.

"Twenty six." Mike guessed.

"Forties." was my guess.

Then just as the moaning got louder it suddenly quietened down as the owner removed her hands from her breasts which now hung in front of the camera. We watched earnestly for a good ten seconds until the camera panned back.... Ms. McElroy!

"Holy fuck!" I exclaimed.

I stood there gawping from the gorgeous naked female on the monitor to the genuine article standing in front of me.

"Surprised Jules?"

Flabbergasted was the answer. This was unreal.

"Forty two is the answer. Although I wouldn't go spreading it around. A woman likes to keep her age private, if you know what I mean."

I looked with wide eyes at Jed and Mike, who were beaming back at me. "You know..? I mean... Why are you both...?"

"Jules mate, you're one of us now." Mike started.

"Uuuh, one of who?"

Ms. McElroy continued "You didn't think this was an accident did you? Well, the porn thing was a fuck up. Boys?"

"Sorry Miss." Jed and Mike replied in unison.

"You will be." she advised.

"So... You guys have been here before? I mean, you've?"

"Yes." she answered for them. "Our new recruit is fast isn't he?" Jed and Mike laughed. "Hmmmm. You know, I think I have a better idea than an essay. What we need is some kind of practical exercise." then she wistfully contemplated the monitor action.

Mike joined her in viewing the video.

Jed asked "Like what Miss?" as he too made sneaky sideways glances to the monitor.

"I think I can overlook your breaking of school rules and the general rules of decency if you do as I tell you for the next two hours."

Jed and I looked at each other.

"It would mean you wouldn't be expelled." she added looking at me.

"C'mon Jules." Jed smiled.

"Mike?" she prodded.

Mike tore himself from the monitor and answered to her breasts "What?"

"Just say 'yes' Mike." Jed instructed.

"Uh, yes Miss."

She smiled warmly and dropped her arms to her sides. "Okay." she exhaled fully whilst relaxing her shoulders. "Pull your pants down."

"What?" I blurted.

Ms. McElroy was taken by surprise but quickly recovered her composure with a commanding expression.

"You heard. All of you, pull your pants down."

We looked at each other as she made her way over to the blind and pulled it down over the window before twisting towards us "N-o-w." she whinnied.

Jed and Mike dropped their pants immediately then looked at me. I hesitated a moment then, to hell with it, I did likewise letting mine crumple around my ankles.

"And your undies boys, c'mon don't play shy."

I reluctantly pulled down my undies trying not to look at the others' genitals. My hardness was relieved to be out and away from the constricting elastic of my undies.

"Good. Some beautiful specimens. And hard too." she chirped as she made her way around the back of the desk and took up the steel tape measure. She slightly upped the volume on the speakers bringing our attention back to the moaning Ms. McElroy massaging her breasts on screen. 

The video was having more impact on me now that the star was in the room with us and I was exposed to her. It was like when I found a video of my friend's mum giving a blowjob and ever since I have secretly held a fantasy of one day skipping school and blackmailing her into sucking me off.

She laid the tape measure width-wise across the desk where she clicked it in place so it wouldn't collapse shut.

"Ninety centimetres." she read out catching our attention. "Now it's time to pay your dues boys. Stand up to the edge of the desk."

We penguin shuffled our way towards the desk with our pants hampering our stride. "Lift your balls up onto the edge."

We did so and stood there. I could feel the cool varnished wood against my now tightly churning testicles.

"Good. I'm sure you'll be interested in what 'comes' next." with emphasis on the word 'comes' as she strutted her way down the left side of the desk to stand facing me diagonally, rapping the fingernails of her left hand on the hard varnish.

"As part of your penance, I'm going to stroke you all off one at a time and whomever cums the furthest gets to fuck me first."

"Oh cool!" Jed cheered.

Ms. McElroy smiled warmly and reaching with her right hand grasped my cock and gave it a playful tug. Her touch sent an electric buzz rushing from the tip of my cock to my head. I looked down where her well manicured nails clicked together as she wrapped her slender weathered fingers around my hard-on. The first time a female, nay, woman had touched my cock.

She looked into my eyes whilst squinting with emphasised conviction "There's nothing I love more than watching young purple pistons of power pushing their seed through the air. But first," she let go of my cock and leant across the desk taking out a small ruler from the top right drawer, "we need to measure your cocks so as to subtract it from your squirt-range."

She measured each one of us across the top from our abs to the tip and wrote the results in a notebook. I saw other measurements on a few other pages as they concertinaed out.

"Nice seven inches you have there Mike." as she measured him last.

"Right." she put the notebook next to the monitor. "We'll start with our new recruit shall we."

She sauntered over to me undoing the cuffs of her blouse and folding them up twice before grasping my cock in her left hand and starting a slow stroke back and forth.

"Hmmmm, that's a nice firm six and a half inches." she commented. I looked at Jed and Mike who both smiled encouragingly. I stupidly grinned back. I should be embarrassed but this was a fantasy come true. I could feel my heart beat in my throat, no longer out of fear but out of anticipation.

With her left hand stroking she grabbed my left arse cheek in her right hand and gave it a good squeeze. "I love a firm young butt. Tense it for me."

I did as she asked and she squeezed harder, "Oooh yes that's it. You like me wanking you off? I'm an old hand at this... So to speak." she smiled reassuringly as the guys giggled. We all followed her gaze to the monitor, "What do you think of my well oiled tits?"

"They're beautiful." I answered breathily whilst luxuriating in her slow deliberate and experienced hand rolling my foreskin back and forth.

She laughed "Hmmmm yes they are aren't they. Look at those nipples. How I squeeze and pinch them.", she smiled mischievously, "My nipples are hard right now as I stroke you." she panted into my left ear.

"Who's doing the filming Miss?" Mike asked.

"Another student not too dissimilar to yourselves."

"Do we know him?" Jed asked.

"No." came her curt reply.

Jesus, how many students was she masturbating?

"Would you like to see the stars of the show boys?"

We chorused a "Yes." and she stopped masturbating me for a moment as she undid her blouse and stripped it off. Her cleavage was pressed firmly together with a half-cup bra adorned with delicate filigree lacing across the top and along the underwire. Her upper arms hung heavy and creased under her armpits compared to the teen girls I perved on during Ms. Leon's netball competitions. Her skin had lost its youthful spring and tightness but was not unattractive, in fact she was sexily well proportioned and... Well, like I imagined my friend's cock gorging mother would be.

Reaching her arms behind her back she unhooked her bra strap and let her tits spring free. She slid the straps off of her shoulders and down her tanned arms then elegantly swung her bra over the back of the desk chair. Creamy white size D breasts slumped wide and heavy against her ribcage then elevated like luscious high peaked mountains to glorious large brown conical pinnacles.

"Well boys, what do you think?" she stood hands on hips wiggling them from side to side playfully allowing us a greater view of her breasts juxtaposed against her tighter waist and lusty hips.

"They're real beautiful Miss." Mike added.

"More beautiful every day." Jed piped.

"Well, you do know how to compliment a girl boys." she laughed coquettishly. "Jules?"

My eyes greedily drunk her in. Her creamy breasts were heavily defined between a scoop of a tan dipping from her neckline over her upper chest and her tanned waist.

"They're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

She licked her lips and glanced down admiring them herself before she resumed wanking me, her tits jiggling in rhythm with her arm.

"You can look at my tits whilst I wank you?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Call me Marchelle honey."

"Yes Marchelle."

"Are you close to cumming? I can't wait to see your rampant teen cock erupt its spume across my desk."

"Not yet Miss... Marchelle."

She readjusted her hand pulling the foreskin back and tightening her grip around the base. Upping the pace she played my cock like a fiddle getting faster and faster building up the tension as her hand slapped against my stomach.

"Ooo-oo-o-h." I moaned.

There as a high pitched squishing sound as precum was coaxed out of the tip of my cock with each pass of her hand.

"Oooooh. What's that Jules? Is that precum? Hmm? Would you like me to lick it off?" I just looked at her with a tense expression as my balls started the oncoming cum-tickle.

She looked over at Jed and Mike "Let's hear some words of encouragement for our new recruit boys."

There was a moment's silence broken by Jed "C'mon Jules you can do it."

He nudged Mike who responded "C'mon Jules." mimicking Jed disingenuously.

"Yes, c'mon Jules." Ms. McElroy repeated looking me saucily in the eye and moving her face so close to mine that I could feel her warm breath on my cheek. She upped the pace, "Show me your spunk!"

Crouching slightly she bent over the desk, her plump breasts hanging heavily below the desk edge as she put her face in front of my cock and gazed up at me from the corner of her eyeliner defined eye and reached her tongue down over her chin making desperate moaning sounds whilst continuing to wank me.

"I bet you want me to lick your precum don't you?" she panted and snaked her tongue out again just out of reach of my cock. "Uuuuh, yeah. Gnnnnng, gnnnnng, yeah, gnnngah."

I could see her tongue pulsing and twitching autonomously with the strain and I pressed my thighs hard against the desk raising on my toes trying to push the tip of my cock onto her tongue. Her open mouth stretched back as she smiled, her tongue tantalising the tip as she tugged it just out of reach. I pushed harder desperately taking the pain of my thighs pressing into the desk edge as it creaked with the strain. I was almost there. Just...one...more...centimetre.

She pushed her hand back hard into my stomach stretching my foreskin and stopping me from reaching her moist tongue. Tightening her grip she held me rock steady and retracted her tongue and noisely slurped on her spit simulating the sound of giving head. "Hmmmm yeah." Opening her mouth she reached her lips over my cock, taking the head two thirds into her mouth without touching, then she moaned her hot breath over me before pulling her mouth back and extending her tongue where it once again squirmed seductively a few centimetres from my cock.

"Oooooh, I want that so baaad. Gnnnnng." she creaked a long throaty groan whilst feigning great effort to try and lick the burgeoning dollop of clear fluid before it trickled down the underside of my cock and varnished her index finger. She retracted her tongue and laughed as her hand slipped back and forth spreading precum down my shaft.

Lifting my cock upwards and wanking she brought her cheeks close to my cock and again pushed her wet tongue out and waggled it up and down as if licking the underside of my slippery shaft, "Oh, yeah, I can almost taste it. Gnnnnng." and she started a continuous series of slurping sounds sucking in her tongue and blowing bubbles of saliva between her lips. "Fssssskkk."




Busted!



Her tongue escaped her mouth again and this time stretched a large bubble of saliva out with it. I leant forwards trying to force my cock down on her hand and get that saliva bubble on my cock. I...was...almost....there. Damn, she pulled away again laughing and dribbled down her chin, "Oops.".

"I'm cumming." I panicked.

"Oooooooh. That's it, squirt it aaaall ooooover my desk." she stood up, "C'mon Jules....", she glanced briefly at the tape measure, "Show me far you can squirt?"

"Fuuuuck!" I squeezed my eyes shut and pushed my thighs hard against the desk locking my knees in place and massaged my balls on the table with my slow pumping hips. My cock hardened to rock solid in her hand.

"Oh yes, yes, yeeeees," she ordered through clenched teeth, "cum for me!" My first wad took flight like a shot from a cannon landing a respectable 60 centimetres across her desk.

"Oh that's fucking beautiful Jules." she panted whilst her tits jiggled wildly from her hand furiously wanking me.

I quickly squirted five more gooey streams over her varnished desk at various angles, none as far as my first emancipated cumshot. My cum splash quickly reduced to a pulsing pearly fountain of slimy semen washing over her fingers and pooling at my balls. Slowing her rhythm she vigorously shook out every last drop as I softened in her cum-glazed hand.

"Well, that was a display! What do you think boys? I think you've both got your work cut out for you both."

"I wouldn't be too sure of that Miss." Jed spoke with confidence in his voice.

"Hummmm." she laughed, "Well the moment of truth has arrived Jed." She pulled out a box of tissues with her clean hand and wiped left hand dry. After, she took a small bottle of antibacterial hand gel from her draw and quickly massaged a few drops between her palms, the smell of surgical alcohol briefly permeating the room whilst she prepared her hands for another teen workout.

Taking the computer mouse and swapping the windows on the screen she chose another file quickly and double-clicked it. This time we had a full screen view of Ms. McElroy masturbating. "Something to look forward to boys." she giggled looking a little embarrassed as she quickly scanned for our wide-eyed approval.

The video was of her kneeling on a bed with her curvaceous backside to the camera as she played with her clitoris. I could feel a rush of hormones once again rushing through me and thought it wouldn't be long before I was hard again. I was definitely developing a crush for this hot forties tigress.

Walking passed my side of the desk again she leant over and inspected the gooey residue, "Sixty eight centimetres Jules. Quite impressive." She passed behind me and playfully slapped my backside.

"Now Jed," she leant up close to him and took his cock in her right hand, "let's see if you can live up to your boast shall we. Don't disappoint me now." she warned.

Jed just smiled as she started stroking him.

I watched her tits wiggle as her arm went into action. Mike was straining to see around her so she stepped back a bit behind Jed allowing a good view of her tits and hand action. Meanwhile she slipped her left hand under Jed's butt and fondled his balls, squeezing and releasing them, tugging at the base of his cock.

She turned to me "Jed always needs a little extra help to squeeze...it...out." she clenched her teeth and Jed raised on his toes.

"Aaaaagh." Jed yelped and Mike laughed.

I grinned at Mike as Jed closed his eyes and let his head fall back slightly, it looked like he couldn't stay awake. On the television Ms. McElroy was masturbating and moaning.

"What do you reckon I'm thinking about as I masturbate boys?"

"Getting fucked Miss." Mike replied with more confidence now.

"Yes, by whom?"

"By me Miss." We laughed.

"Well Mike, you'd better put in the effort!" she explained and let go of Jed's cock as she shuffled herself to stand between them.

"Move in a bit closer Mike." Mike stepped sideways within comfortable reach of her.

With a cock in each hand she started masturbating them both whilst fixating her eager stare on their cocks.

I could hear her moaning loudly through the computer speakers as I viewed a close up of her plunging her index and middle fingers deep into her sopping cunt, her labia gripping fingers as she fucked herself rapidly.

I caught her looking over at me in the ambit of my vision and turned to glance at her. Her eyes lit up as she ever so briefly glanced down at my loins. It was obvious she wanted to fuck the virgin teen rookie first.

"I see someone is coming around." she smiled, "Anticipating a victory?"

I looked down and saw my cock halfway to hard and rapidly gaining in strength. I looked over at her but she had returned her attention to the two boys as she looked from one cock to another whilst wanking hard and fast, her magnificent mounds bumping and bouncing with her cock juggling. Mike and Jed looked like rag dolls, jiggling around with their heads flopping back and forth in ecstasy.

"C'mon boys, show me what you've got. Cover my hands in cum." she panted with her double-wank exertion.

"Fuck!" Jed yelled as Mike moaned loudly.

She tugged them back from the desk slightly and pulling up her skirt with the ends of their cocks wanked and rubbed their cocks up and down her sexy thighs. Jed ran his right hand down the small of her back and down her backside squeezing her left arse cheek.

"Now, now Jed, control your friskiness. If you want 'that', you'll have to work for it."

I could see they were close to blowing and felt a slight panic that one of them would beat my high score across the desk.

"Who's going to blow first do you think?" she asked rhetorically.

She tugged faster, panting hard. Beads of sweat appeared between her breasts and upon her brow as she started rhythmically rolling her hips and romping each cock against her thighs. "C'mon boys, spill it for me."

Jed moaned "Fuck."

"Oh look boys," she panted whilst jutting her chin towards the monitor, "I'm going to climax."

We all looked at the monitor in unison to see the three middle fingers of her right hand playing furiously over her throbbing clit as she plunged the fingers and thumb of her left hand into her pussy stretching her labia wide. She started bucking and writhing letting out a strangled scream as her orgasm waved over her. A close up revealed hot cunt juice oozing over her glistening wrist.

"Oh, fucking bitch!" yelled Jed.

"Christ!" shouted Mike.

Both came almost simultaneously as Ms. McElroy pulled them towards the table laughing gleefully whilst pulling their foreskins back hard as she aimed their cocks slightly downwards.

Jed's first spurt didn't get half way of my best efforts but he didn't look disappointed. Mike rapidly shot three loads across the desk but was short distanced due to the angle. He grasped her hand on the fourth squirt and aimed up vaulting a stream high to level the playing field.

"Mike!" she admonished flicking his hand off of hers and letting go of his cock.

She continued wanking Jed leaving Mike to finish himself off. Then, as quickly as it began, it was over.

"Oooooooh look at all that beautiful cum." she grimaced barely restraining her animal lust for it.

"That's not fair." Mike managed whilst catching his breath and propping himself up on the corner of the desk.

"What isn't Mike?" she asked.

Mike took a moment to gulp some air, "You aimed us down."

"Did I? I'm sorry boys I didn't notice." she replied with faux innocence.

She made her way around Mike's side of the desk and pulled a few tissues from the tissue box purposely wiping off one gooey finger at a time whilst staring challengingly at him.

"I think we can safely say that you're out of the running Jed."

"Yes, Miss." Jed replied defeated but not too perturbed.

"Too much unbridled teenage masturbation. In future I expect you to save yourself up for me."

"Yes Miss." he had cheered markedly at the prospect.

"Now," as she dropped the sodden tissues into the bin, "to the matter of who shall fuck me first. Take three steps back away from the desk boys." she ordered as we stepped back witnessing the warm syrupy mess trophying her desk.

"Hmmm. Sixty nine and a half centimetres."

Mike beamed towards me with a victorious grin on his face.

"Minus seven inches is about... fifty two centimetres."

"Jules." she took the small ruler and levelled it against my furthest stream, "Sixty nine centimetres. Minus six and a half inches is approximately, fifty three centimetres."

Mike's smile melted.

"But you aimed me down!"

"Well that's the price for stupidly downloading porn onto the school network Mike."

He glowered like a spoilt brat folding his arms across his chest.

Jed rolled his eyes indicating this was a well rehearsed event.

"Mike, you will sit yourself down in the sofa and await your turn." Ms. McElroy ordered.

"No, I fucking won't!" Mike raised his voice to almost yelling. He was threatening to sour the experience for everyone.

"Then pick up your shit and go home!" she retorted. There was a pregnant pause. "Well, what's it going to be? Fuck or go home?" she glared at him whilst awaiting his decision.

He looked to Jed for support but Jed avoided eye contact and looked at me apologetically. Mike looked at me briefly and then stomped childishly to the two seater couch and flumped down.

With an air of superiority from her victory Ms. McElroy trumpeted "Jules gets to fuck me first and for Mike's insolence, Jed you're second."

Mike said nothing with his head turned away staring at the drawn blind.

"Okay Jules, we'll fuck with me bent over the desk." I started to regain my hardness as Ms. McElroy unzipped the left side of her skirt, released a button and dropped it around her ankles revealing lacey panties which she rolled down her thighs until they too fell from her knees to her ankles. I could smell her excitement as her pinky-brown labia peeked passed her sexy sable pubic hair.

"Like what you see boys?" she asked as she stepped her right leg out of her skirt and panties and stood with legs spread providing a great view of her cunt. I gawped at her white bikini line contrasting her pubic hair and tanned thighs.

Stepping onto the back of her right shoe she pulled her foot free and casually kicked the shoe off followed by her left shoe then turned her back to us, leant over the desk and spread her legs shoulder length apart raising onto her pretty white nail varnished toes.

"Hmmmm," she moaned as she slid her middle finger between her labial cleft lubricating her lips and preparing for penetration. "Okay Jules."

My heart raced and I almost tripped over myself to stand behind her.

"Take my hips." she commanded as her left hand now grasped my shaft and guided me to her piping hot opening, "Oh what a handsome head!" she remarked just before I pierced her pussy plunging my cock up to her navel. She gasped and grasped my right wrist hard.

"Ooooooh yeees." she squealed, "Pump that pussy."

I started pumping her sopping cunt whilst pulling her hips towards me causing the computer monitor to wobble a jig as it replayed her masturbation for me.

"Nice Jules." Jed called out now seated on the sofa by the back wall. Mike remained silent.

"That's it Jules, fuck me hard." She arched her back towards me and grasping my neck pulling me in closer to whisper "I'm rubbing my tits in your cum." then sunk her tongue into my mouth.

Our teeth touched as our saliva slippery tongues slid passed each other trying to reach each other's throats. I dribbled down her cheek as her tongue almost tickled my tonsils. Straining her mouth further open her teeth tapped mine gently like she was trying to eat me. Her tongue was almost there at the precipice of its physical limits. Almost.... Almost....

"Hoooarrr." she pulled herself free, "God I love fresh teen cock." she confessed through gritted teeth then swung her torso forwards and planting the palms of her hands firmly onto the desk, started thrusting back to deepen my penetration.

"Do you like that?" she panted.

"Yes Miss."

"Marchelle."

"Yesss.....Mar-chelle."

"Do you want to cum on me?"

"God yes."

Her arse rebounded off of me slapping my stomach as her labia slipped up and down my cunt slick shaft.

"I think I'm about to." I responded quickly.

"Yeah? Fuck up to the point of squirting." she ordered whilst she found it in herself to push back even harder.

"Oh my God, this is it." I pulled out ready to blow.

Ms. McElroy's left hand quickly appeared between her hot and humid thighs as she parted her juicy cunt lips with her index and middle finger.

"Spray my cunt!"

My cock twitched and froze hard for a second before cum forcefully gushed out sousing her cunt-lips, fingers and pubic hair. I was trying not to squeeze my eyes shut to view this beautiful woman's pussy being plastered as cum spilled over her hand and started racing down the inside of her thighs. I grabbed her left hip to brace myself before I convulsed off of my feet. She extended her hand away from her cunt and grabbed my shaft pulling and squeezing as she helped spill the salty semen from me until I was spent.

I leant over her catching my breath and she played her fingers across her cunt mixing my cum with hers and messying herself up.

Coming down off of her toes, she turned towards me taking my neck in her right hand and pulled my face to hers for a long hard kiss.

When we eventually parted our lips she faced me noses almost touching "This is just between us okay Jules."

"Yes Marchelle."

Smiling she reached across the desk and handed me the box of tissues. Now go sit yourself down and enjoy the show. She peeped over my right shoulder, "Jed, you're up." I stepped back as she hoisted herself up onto the desk and spreading her legs lifted her feet on the desk edge fully exposing her cum covered cooze, her tits glistening with my previous desk-shot. She glanced briefly at me and smiled sweetly before Jed took position in front of her obstructing my view.

I slumped onto the couch next to Mike who was still sulking, though other parts of his anatomy weren't. I guess he'd made his mind up after all.



Busted



Twenty four year old Kelly peered into the mirror to give one last look before heading out to the dance floor. It had been three years now since she had began dancing at the all-nude club. She was down on her luck and about to be evicted from her apartment when she passed the gaudy club and saw the advertisement for exotic dancers. One year after later, she landed a part time job at a call center some 35 miles away, but closer to her apartment. Since the call center job was morning work, she kept her strip club job, certain that no one at work would ever find out.

It was a typical Saturday night crowd. The girls coming in chattered away about the usual high tippers and where to find them. It was time for her performance and she had opted for the cowgirl routine tonight. The rowdy guys loved it when she roped them and pulled them to her naked body. It generally resulted in some extra cash, and that was the name of the game.

The disc jockey fired up her favorite tunes and she was soon bumping and grinding to get the crowd riled up and the guys reaching for their billfolds. Fate had given her the perfect body for stripping. She had hypnotic green eyes, and a smile that was intoxicating. Her 38-D breasts were equally blessed with soft brown areola and puffy nipples that often grew hard while performing. Her tight abdomen, long sensual legs, and pear shaped ass made her one of the most favored dancers.

Kelly zeroed in on a table of college studs and began dancing directly in front of them. Their eyes were glued to her every move as if in a trance. She reached up and removed her cowgirl hat and playfully placed it on one of the guy's heads to the delight of the others as her body swayed to the grind of the music. She played the first set with perfect timing, making sure that she removed her top, giving the guys an up close and personal view of her luscious tits. The money was already coming her way when her first song ended. She had whetted their appetite. They wanted to see this girl totally naked and she had them right where she wanted them as the next number began playing.

Things could not have been going any better for her as she glanced at the dollar bills lining the runway. Moving down the rows of tables she was just about to strip out of her skimpy skirt when she froze in sheer fear. Sitting at a table were a half dozen co-workers from the call center. The crowd sensed her hesitation and was growing restless as the half naked girl stood motionless on the runway. 

"Come on strip." "Take it off girl." came the calls from the agitated crowd.

Brian, one of the guys that sat close to her was in the crowd a week before. She was so busy shoving her ass in the face of customers that she never noticed him. He spread the news to some of his closest associates and they decided to make a surprise visit and expose her secret life.

She was close enough to hear what they had to say. Jenna, who Kelly did not particularly like, spoke out first.

"Well, come on. Take it all off bitch. We came to see a strip show...so show us some pussy," she yelled as the tables around her laughed and hooted.

She wanted to run away and hoped the earth would just swallow her up at this moment. Her eyes shot to the rear of the room in a moment of induced panic. The club owner was leering at her. She was a mouse caught in a trap. If she stopped dancing, she was finished, if she continued she would never live it down with her co-workers. She snapped back to reality, deciding to move back towards the table with the college guys. She tried in desperation to block out the fact that they there, but the haunting thoughts that they were about to see her totally naked would not go away.

Mentally summoning the courage to continue, she slipped the sexy little skirt off that she was wearing, revealing a bright blue thong. The tight strip was buried in her ass tight ass cheeks as she sensually writhed before the captivated male audience.

Not to be outdone, her co-workers began waving money in the air. No stripper in her right mind would ignore a table flashing money, especially with the owner watching. She bit her lip and sexily danced towards the table, her breasts and ass moving to the intoxicating rhythm of the music.

As she approached the table, she had to endure the further indignity of having them all eagerly stuffing money into the only piece of clothing remaining.

"I'm sorry you had to see me like this. Please don't tell any of the supervisors," Kelly managed to remark, while keeping her smile and composure going as a masquerade to the rest of the room.

"I think it is fucking great," one of the guys remarked. The others simply looked on, their eyes scanning Kelly's near naked body. As the music blared Kelly knew it was now time to lose the thong and go commando. She stood up, shook her raven locks and in a sexy sway, she lowered her thongs and stepped out of them. Twirling them in her fingers, she pranced around the table, exhibiting her sensual naked body as the crowd shouted deliriously. In an act of defiance Kelly tossed the blue thong directly into the face of Jenna and strutted off triumphantly picking up the many dollar bills that lined the runway. As she sunk into the chair in the dressing room she somehow knew that word would get to the management of the call center and she would be fired. Tears came into her eyes, as she was just starting to realize some financial security with the combined incomes.

The next day at the call center Kelly waited, expecting any moment to be called into the office. On her morning break she went into the ladies room only to find Jenna, Tammy and Brenda, the three girls who were at the club waiting for her.

"So you like showing your tits and ass do you?" Jenna huffed. "Well, we have not told a single soul about your little secret life...yet. The guys have agreed to remain mum as well, providing one thing," Jenna remarked.

"Oh and what is that?" Kelly replied sarcastically.

"You give us a private showing, and I mean you get down and dirty girl," Jenna replied triumphantly. "You do this and your secret is safe, but refuse and you will be packing your shit before the day ends," she continued.

Kelly was fuming mad. No job was worth this, but at the same time there was no way she was going to let a snobby bitch like Jenna get the best of her.

"Private show? Just where will this be and how many will be there?" Kelly inquired.

"About a dozen or more. What the fuck do you care anyway. You strut your stuff for total strangers, you can do it for some of us," Jenna rambled on. "We will decide a proper place shortly," She continued with a diabolical smile.

Kelly looked at the faces of the determined females and decided to make a counter offer. It was going for broke, but something inside her simply would not let the opportunity pass.

"On one condition," Kelly remarked.

"We're listening," Jenna replied

"Let's make this a contest between you and me," Kelly replied to the stunned Jenna. "You and me in a stripping contest. If those in attendance vote me the sexiest, then you have to agree to walk home naked and never tell anyone about my dancing... but if you are voted the sexiest, then I will do whatever you ask me to do," Kelly instructed.

"What makes you think I would lower myself to get into a stripping contest with the likes of you?" Jenna huffed.

Wait a minute Jenna," Brenda spoke up. "I think this is a great idea. Think what we can do to her if she loses," Brenda quipped. "She said it. You can't let a golden opportunity like this slip by," she continued.

She is right," Tammy joined in. "There are three of us and two of us agree that this is a fucking great idea. You are out-numbered," she remarked to the blushing Jenna.

What the hell, my body is just as good as yours. You may have me beat in the tit department but I have been told I have a great ass. You are on," Jenna replied arrogantly. "Since you are off on Thursday nights, meet us this Thursday in the garage behind my house at 8 P.M. The parents are gone this week and I have it all to myself. Get ready for your most humiliating night ever," Jenna snorted as the three left the rest room grinning and snickering at the twisted possibilities that lay ahead.

All the way home Kelly was counting on her experience to put Jenna in her place. She had seen dozens of girls like Jenna on amateur nights at the club. They were all talk; each thinking they can be as sexy on the dance floor as everyone else, but when it came to actually getting butt naked, they melted in fear and went home crying.

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The dreaded night came all too soon. Kelly walked to the rear of the two story house where Jenna lived and approached the garage with caution. She could hear laughter inside and wandered how many Jenna had invited to witness the event. Knocking on the door she was greeted by Jenna who gave Kelly the once over with her eyes.

Kelly had chosen a gray T-shirt and matching gray sweat pants for the occasion they hugged her body revealing her near perfect form. Jenna was dressed similarly with a white T-shirt and a pair of black jogging pants with a white stripe up the side.

"Ready to get owned?" Jenna huffed as he motioned Kelly inside.

A host of male and female friends lined a make shift stage that had been quickly assembled for the occasion. Kelly did a quick head count and came up with 8 males and 6 females in attendance. A large boom box had been readied for the music and everyone seemed anxious for the bizarre contest to begin.

Tammy and Brenda were running the event and Brenda announced the details.

"You will both take the stage together and strip until you are totally naked. Once you have danced enough to give everyone a good view of everything you got, we will take a final vote by a show of hands to determine which of you is deemed the sexiest. The girl with the most votes wins. Kelly, if you lose you must do whatever Jenna orders you to do, and Jenna if you lose, you must walk around the block three times naked," Brenda remarked to cat calls and cheers from the rowdy crowd ready to see some tits and ass.

Someone cued up the music and the two girls climbed up onto the plywood stage. Kelly was use to voyeuristic crowds and taking it all off did not bother her, but still these were people she worked with and having them see her naked outside of the club was a little humiliating, but she would never show it.

Jenna tried to show some bravado but inside she was nervous as hell. She knew she had no experience like Kelly had and the thought of getting naked before all of her friends was terrifying; let alone the possibility that she may actually lose.

Kelly began swaying sexily to the beat of the music and in no time had the small crowd revved up and rowdy. Jenna's moves were more robotic and she deliberately avoided eye contact with the crowd. Like two cowboys in an old west shoot out, both girls waited to see which one would begin stripping first. Kelly decided to make the event as short as possible and sensually pulled her T-Shirt off revealing an intentionally low cut and white lacy bra that squeezed her breasts perfectly.

Jenna knew she had to follow and pulled off her T-shirt, flinging it to the side. Jenna had worn a standard black bra, and her 36-B Cup was no match for Kelley's 38 D's. The simple fact of having her shirt removed before the crowd was already embarrassing Jenna, a fact not lost on many in the crowd including Tammy and Brenda who began shouting encouragement to Jenna.

Strutting with confidence and flair, Kelly easily detached her bra and flung it onto the floor. The sight her bare breasts in all their glory garnered a huge reaction from the males, and a little jealousy from most of the females. Jenna bit her lip as she knew it was time to bare her breasts. She was nervous as her hands clumsily fidgeted with the hook of her bra. When she flung it to the side, she immediately covered them out of instinct before being scolded by the group.

Kelly could sense Jenna's reluctance and turned up the heat as she gyrated and spun like a pro. Reaching inside of the elastic band of her bottoms, she slowly pulled them down to the delight of the assembled group. As she stepped out of hem, she gave them a view of a tight pair of white thongs that rode the crack of her ass and showed the firm cheeks in a delicious manner. Her long slender legs were eye candy to the lusty males.

Jenna could hear her friends shouting to take it off as she nervously strutted and trying to find the courage to lower her bottoms. She nearly tripped as they bunched around her ankles and she could hear the laughter as she recovered. Both girls were now clad in only a pair of sheer panties. The contest would soon be over and both knew it. Jenna was hoping her popularity among the group would turn to her favor. She would make Kelly do the most humiliating act she could possible imagine if she could just win.

Kelly peeled her thong down her sensual legs and stepped out of them as if it was the most natural act in the world. Her bare pussy glistened in the light of the garage as hoots and cheers were omitted. Twirling the thong in her hand, she paraded naked in front of the group, giving them an up close and personal view of all the goods. She even bent over and gave an extended view of her spread ass for them.

Jenna swallowed hard as she slid her black lacy panties down and stepped out of them. Jenna had a well trimmed bush and it was clear now that she was not a true blonde. She paraded naked in front of the group as best she could. She stopped and whirled around to give them a view of her ass, but could not bring herself to do what Kelly had done.

Soon the music stopped and both girls stood naked to await the results. Tammy and Brenda joined them onstage and asked for a show of hands for Kelly. Jenna's face turned ghostly white as nearly every hand went up. When the crowd was asked to vote for Jenna, only half raised their hands and Jenna's heart sank inside. She had been beaten at her own game.

As Kelly triumphantly put her clothes back on, the two girls picked Jenna's clothes off the floor and handed them to Kelly.

"Spoils of war," Brenda remarked with slight grin.

enna was in tears and sobbing as she watched the girls open the garage door. It was just before sunset and some daylight was still around.

"Please don't make me walk naked. I could get arrested," Jenna pleaded.

"Sorry luv, you agreed to the rules. The quicker you go the quicker it will be over with," Tammy remarked.

Jenna could hear the mocking laughter as she slowly left the comfort of the garage and strode butt naked towards the front walk. She felt like the biggest slut in the world as she turned down the walk and was silently praying that no one would notice and she would be spared even further humiliation.

To ensure her safety Tammy and some others followed behind filming the naked walk for spite. Her own friends laughing behind her only added to the horror of her defeat for they made her keep her arms down by her side the entire walk.

Kelly walked by a public dumpster and tossed Jenna's clothes inside and returned to her place. In the weeks that followed more and more of the people at the call center came to see Kelly perform. She became the most popular dancer in the club, and none of the management at the call center ever found out about her "other job."



Busted



Carol Williams sat on a stool at the bar of a local watering hole. She was just about finished with her second drink, vodka, and cranberry juice. Looking around at the other patrons, she noticed she was the only woman. The mixture of men in the bar ranged from a couple of college boys to several seasoned gentlemen.

The two younger customers sat at a table directly behind Carol, drinking beer straight from the brown bottle. She could hear them laughing and making remarks about the girls they went to school with. Carol slowly swiveled her stool so the college students could see her profile.

Dressed in a short black skirt that was slit to her upper thigh and a see-through top that clung to her trim body, she knew their eyes would be glued to her. Beneath her black top, a shear bra contained her firm breasts. The thin material did very little to hide her nipples. Her stockings were dark with small roses embroidered in them at the ankle, held in place with a garter belt.

Crossing her legs, she allowed one of her five-inch stiletto healed shoes to dangle from her toes. She smiled as she sucked her drink through a straw, knowing the boys were getting a glimpse of the lace top of her stocking at the top of the slit in her skirt. Glancing at the mirror behind the bar, she could see the college boys staring at her.

Carol wasn't much older than the boys were, if at all. At twenty-two, she may have been younger. She was proud of her body and spent many hours at the gym and running outdoors to keep in shape. Standing five foot seven and weighing about one hundred twenty five pounds, she was very well proportioned. That is except for her breasts, her large chest was out of proportion compared to the rest of her body.

Even in her sports bras, Carol's firm boobs stood high on her chest. Her nipples were as big around as her little finger and sat atop of dark areolas. It seemed that whenever she dressed in her clubbing outfits, her nipples stood out more than usual. Tonight was no exception.

Carol began to think about her husband of two years and the tender lovemaking they enjoyed the night before. After sharing the kitchen chores, they went to the living room of their small home and cuddled on the couch. Her husband cupped her full breast and ran his thumb lazily over her nipple as they watched a movie. She rested her hand on his thigh and moved up to his cock and then to his knee. As she felt his dick respond, she spent more time at his crotch and less at his knee.

Their movements were slow and tender as they slowly removed one another's clothing. Once they were both naked, he positioned himself between her legs and entered her. He stroked her inner walls and she moaned at the feeling his cock filling her. She felt him reach his climax and his shaft swell in her pussy as he ejaculated into her depths. Once he came, she stroked his back and held him as his cock became flaccid in her pussy.

Pulling his soft dick out of her, he snuggled against her side and they finished watching the movie. Once in their bed, they kissed and rolled away from each other to sleep. Carol wiggled her naked bottom against his, feeling his warmth. She didn't reach an orgasm, but seldom did from intercourse. She would use her fingers in the shower the next morning, pleasuring herself before she left for the office.

When she pulled a cigarette from her pack, one of the college boys jumped up to light it for her. She stared into his eyes as he held the flame of his lighter at the tip of her smoke and noticed he was staring down at her boobs.

"Thanks, it's lit now," Carol said, causing the young man to lift his eyes.

The college boy's face turned crimson when he realized she had caught him gawking, but she just smiled. Carol was use to men staring at her chest and some times wondered if her husband knew she had green eyes. Taking a long drag of her cigarette, she turned to the bar and gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Using her free hand, she combed her fingers through the shoulder length, light brown, hair that framed her made up face.

Exhaling, she watched as the smoke drifted around her head. She pursed her lips and blew several smoke rings, seeing them dissipate as they moved away. When she was finished with her cigarette, she snuffed it out in an ashtray and took her lipstick out of her bag. Not bothering to go to the restroom, she applied a fresh coat of the bright red lipstick to her full lips. Her eye caught one of the college boy's and she smiled into the mirror.

Finishing her drink, Carol turned around and slid off her stool, her skirt riding high on her legs. She winked at the boys, dropped a ten on the bar and left. Once outside, she walked to her car, her heels clicking on the pavement. She unlocked the door and slid into the seat of her small two-seat sports car, her skirt riding up to expose the tops of her stockings.

As she pulled her door closed, she glanced into the mirror and saw the two boys staring out the window of the bar. She knew they would be looking, men always did. Carol started her car, pushed in the clutch and shifted into first gear. She revved the engine several times and sped out of the lot, squealing the tires. She shifted into second and turned onto the main road, accelerating past the posted speed limit.

The night was warm and she pulled into a parking lot to lower the top on her bright red convertible. She rolled down the windows and then took off, once again spinning her tires. Carol drove down the deserted road, turning onto another two-lane blacktop road when she came to the flashing red light.

On the dark highway, she quickly shifter through the gears and the sports car topped seventy. Carol loved the wind in her hair and the feeling of the open road. She moved her hand to her breasts and lightly brushed over her nipples with her fingertips. The cool night air and the exhilaration of the speed caused her nipples to harden.

Reaching for the dash, Carol turned up the radio and sang along to the music that blared out of the speakers. She glanced into her rearview mirror and saw the flashing red and blue lights of a police car. She thought that maybe the cops were going to an accident or something and wouldn't bother her. When she heard the sharp bark of the cruisers electronic siren, she knew they wanted her. 

Carol slowed down, turned onto a dead-end street and stopped her car at the side of the road. She put the shifter into neutral and waited for the officer to approach her. She watched in her mirror as a tall, broad shouldered man got of his car. He put his hat on his head and slowly sauntered up to the drivers side of Carol's car. Using his bright flashlight, he looked around the front seat of the car, stopping the light on her legs.

"License and registration mam," the office said, shifting the light into Carol's eyes.

"What's the problem officer?" She asked as she removed the requested documents from her purse.

The cop glanced at her license; and then at her face.

"Do you know what the speed limit is on route two?"

"Um, sixty-five?"

"No mam, it's fifty. I clocked you on radar at seventy. Have you been drinking?"

"I had a couple of drinks at Eddies, but that's all. I'm not drunk though."

He walked back to his car and returned after several minutes.

Looking at her drivers' license, he said, "Carol I'm going have to ask you to steep out of the car."

"What's the matter officer?" She said as he opened her door and she swung her legs out.

"I'm going to give you a sobriety test mam. I have to know if you're drunk or not."

Carol nodded and followed his instructions. When he asked her to walk heel to toe, she wobbled in her high heel shoes. He told her to stand with her arms extended out to her sides and asked her to touch her nose with her right index finger. Carol touched her nose, but used her left hand.

"I'm sorry mam, but I'm going to place you under arrest for driving under the influence. Please put your hands behind your back so I can cuff you."

"Please don't," Carol begged. "I'm not drunk. I told you I only had two drinks."

"Please put your hands behind your back mam," the cop said sternly.

Shaking her head, Carol complied with the officer's request. He snapped his chrome handcuffs around her wrists and clamped them down. The cuffs didn't hurt, but she struggled against the restraints anyway. The big officer turned her around and let her rest against her car.

"Do you have a gun or any other weapons on your person?" The cop asked.

With her hands cuffed behind her back, Carol's breasts jutted out from her chest. Her see through top was so tight that you could almost count her ribs.

"Does it look like I have a gun?"

"No mam, but I still have to search you. I can call for a female officer if you'd like, but you can't get into my car until you're searched."

"Just do what you have to do and get it over with," Carol spat.

The officer put his flashlight under his arm and his hands on her waist. He slowly moved his hands up to her breasts, cupped them and squeezed them firmly.

"What the fuck are you doing? Get your hands off my tits," she said as she tried to twist away.

"Just relax lady. I have to make sure you're not concealing any weapons."

"Do you think I have a gun in my bra?"

"Can't be too careful mam," he said as his hands moved down her sides to her hips.

Carol felt the cop's hands on her bottom and tried to move away as he kneaded her firm cheeks. Without saying a word, he moved down to the hem of her skirt and slid his hands under it. When his hand rubbed her between her legs, she let out a scream.

"Stop playing with my pussy! Get your hands out from under my skirt!"

The cop ignored her pleas and pulled her skirt up to her waist. He pointed his flashlight at her crotch and stared at her lace thong. 

"I'll bet you have drugs in your car don't you?"

"No! I've never done drugs."

"Sure mam," the cop gloated. "I'm guessing there is a baggie of coke in your console. This has gone from a simple DUI to a drug charge."

"Go ahead and look, there's nothing in there."

The cop leaned into her car, opened the console, and came up with a small bag of white powder in his hand.

"What's this? I'll bet that when I test it, its coke."

"You planted that in my car. I never had any drugs."

The cop laughed and said, "Your word against mine mam. My guess is you'll lose in court."

"Why are you doing this to me? What do you want?"

The cop stared at her and began to smile. His eyes glazed as Carlo tried to read his mind.

"Well, maybe I could go easy on you mam. Maybe if you're real nice to me, I can let you off with a warning instead of jail."

"I'm married," Carol said. "I can't have sex with you, if that's what you want."

"I don't really care if you're married or not lady. It's up to you. Jail or me, what's it going to be?"

"What do you want me to do?"

The cop unfastened his thick black gun belt and placed it on the hood of Carol's car. He began to undo his pants as she stared at him.

"I haven't had a good blowjob in a long time. I think that having you suck my cock will get things started."

"Please sir, not that. I've never done that before, not even for my husband. Can't you just fuck me and get it over with?"

The cop opened his uniform pants, pulled his cock out and waggled it at her. He released his dick, grabbed her top and ripped it down the middle. Carol's eyes opened wide as the officer unfastened her bra and pulled it away from her breasts.

"Damn bitch, you have one nice set of tits," he said as his hands covered them and pulled at her nipples.

"Please don't hurt me," Carol begged. "Please don't make me put my mouth on your cock."

The cop laughed and put his hands on her shoulders. He pushed her down until her face was even with his crotch. Looking down, the cop could see her skirt was up to her thighs as she balanced herself on the balls of her feet.

"Aren't you going to take the cuffs off of my wrists?"

"Hell no, I could get hurt if your hands were free."

The cop grabbed her hair with one hand and his cock with the other. Carol tried to turn away when he pressed his dick against her lips, but he tightened the grip on her hair. 

"Open your mouth and suck it bitch!" The cop yelled.

Carol protested, but the cop was very persistent. He demanded that she open her mouth, telling her that if she didn't she was going to jail for having drugs. Realizing how hopeless her situation was, she opened her mouth.

Carol felt the cops cock pushing into her mouth. She tried to block it with her tongue, but he pressed on. His cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged, but he didn't pull back. His dick grew longer and thicker in her mouth and she thought she was going to faint. He shoved forward and his cock slid into her throat, blocking her ability to breath.

"Come on bitch," he yelled. "Quit fucking around and suck my cock!"

Carol gasped for breath when he pulled back, but the relieve was short lived. He shoved forward again, burying his cock in her throat again. He began to develop a rhythm, as he treated her mouth like a pussy. He pumped his rigid shaft over her lips, groaning as it rubbed across her tongue.

His movements began to speed up as he continued to fuck Carol's aching mouth. She heard him yell out and felt his dick swell in her throat. He pulled his cock out of her mouth, and before she knew what was happening, he erupted onto her face. After several strong spurts of semen splattered against her face, he put his cock back into her mouth.

Carol felt his cum surge into her mouth, coating her tongue. She once again tried to get away from him, but the cop held her hair and kept her mouth on his cock.

"You best swallow every drop bitch. I don't want any evidence left."

Carol swallowed his semen as it shot into her mouth. When he stopped shooting his cum into her, she tried to lean back. Her jaw hurt and her legs were starting to cramp as she stooped in front of him and held his cock between her lips.

"Now get it up so I can fuck your hot little cunt," he demanded.

Carol blinked her eyes and moved her tongue against the intruder in her mouth. She felt his hand on her breast and winced as he twisted her nipple. After what seemed like hours, she felt his cock beginning to grow in her mouth. In an effort to end her ordeal, she began to bob her head on his shaft. Soon his cock was fully erect and sliding in and out of her throat again.

Pulling his dick out of her mouth, Carol felt him pull her to her feet. He turned her around, bent her over the hood of her car and ripped her thong off. With out any fanfare, the big cop shoved his cock into her pussy from behind.

Carol's face and bare breasts were pressed against the cool metal of the car as the cop sawed his dick in and out of her pussy. She felt his hand between her legs and his finger at her clit. Her tits moved against the car as he continued to pump in and out of her.

The attack on her crotch went on for over twenty minutes. The combination of his cock in her pussy and his fingers at her clit caused her body to betray her. Without warning, she felt herself begin to climax, her pussy convulsing around his cock. The cop yelled out when he felt her hot vaginal walls gripping his dick and started to empty his load into her. The two bucked against one another and then Carol's body went limp.

The tall officer pulled his cock out of her and turned her around. He gazed at her heaving breasts as she gasped for air and then down to her unprotected mons. He fastened his slacks, picked up his gun belt and buckled it around his waist.

Carol felt his hand on her shoulder and allowed him to turn her around. He unlocked the handcuffs and put them into the pouch on his belt. Carol turned, rested her bare bottom against the car and rubbed her wrists.

"Are you okay?" The cop asked.

Carol nodded, put her arms around his neck, and kissed his lips.

"You better not ever treat one of you prisoners like this Bob, if you do I'll cut your cock off."

The cop kissed her back and replied, "Only you baby."

"How long before you get home Bob?"

"Just as soon as I turn in my car. About a half an hour, tops."

"Okay, I'll be waiting."

Carol kissed her husband one more time, climbed into her car and took off, speeding to the end of the road and pulled into the driveway. She got out and looked down the road just in time to see Bob pull away. With her clothing hanging in shreds, Carol walked into the house and closed the door behind her. She pulled her clothes off as she scurried to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Once she was naked, she stepped into the stall and said out loud, "Maybe a burglar will try to break in tonight."



Busted



This past week had really been hell. I had some personal issues I was trying to work through with an sex partner who was not known to my family, my daughter had some issues with her ex and I had to keep the kids for a few days and on top of that I got outed as a Literotica writer.

Not that in itself is a bad thing but my mother is still alive and steeped in that great Southern Baptist tradition. I already hear how I am going to burn in hell for not going to church and since much of my sex life, fact and fiction, is in the process of coming out on Literotica I am sure she will denounce me as the son of Satan if she found out. The good thing is all of this is the lady that outed me only told one person and that was her husband. The really good thing is that they are Literotica readers and have liked what got published so far and have agreed to keep it quiet.

It was my fault I was outed. No I didn't use real names and kept locations fairly hard to recognize. It was my lack of computer knowledge that got me. Other than turning on the thing and activating the programs I have little knowledge in the way they operate. As one friend of mine said early on in the computer age "It's PFM ,pure fucking magic."

My laptop had crashed and since it had a lot more on it than my Literotica files I was a little upset. I had called Nerd Patrol and they said they had a tech in my area that morning and he could stop by around 12. About 1 a poor copy of a police car pulled up in the driveway and some geeky looking kid hopped out. I came to the front door to let him in and saw my neighbor Maria in her front yard next door. She was wearing a Daisy Duke shorts and a denim shirt tied under her tits. Her fire red hair sparkled in the sun as she pulled her sprinkler around. That also allowed me to the curve of her ass in those shorts. Man for almost 40 she was hot. About that time officer Nerd walked up and stuck his hand in my face. We went back inside my house as he handed me a clip board with a contract and some paperwork on it. 

He sat in front of my computer for a few minutes turning it on and off watching it boot up to the point where it would just lock up and turn the screen blue and freeze. He looked up at me saying he would have to call his boss up and asked me to fill out the form and sign the contract. I was about to put pen to paper when the doorbell rang. Leaving nerd boy on his cellphone I went to answer it. 

It was Maria, she was standing in front of my door in the same mouthwatering outfit she had on earlier but this time I could see the swell and sway of her tits and the sparkle in her green eyes. Smiling she cleared her throat to get my gaze a little further north before asking, "You got computer trouble?"

Pushing past me she led me back to my living room where Agent nerd was just finishing up with his conversation with his boss before he regurgitated everything back at me. Here it came and all I could pick up was corrupt hard drive, loss of data, reimage hard drive, etc. Finally he finished with "It is looking about $800 to fix it and you may or may not get your files back."

Shit the whole damn laptop cost me only about $400 brand new but I had tax records, family photos, and other stuff on there. Looking up at me the technician asked "Did you sign the contract"

That's when I realized I hadn't filled anything out yet and said ,"No."

Maria sighed and said, "Good, what's it doing?" 

I booted it up and she watched it run through the sequence once before saying, "OK get rid of your Cyber SWAT cat here and I will be right back." 

I steered the young man out the door rather quickly with him sputtering about breach of contract before I reminded him I never signed one. He quickly countered with calling the local police but I pulled my cellphone of my belt and told him not to bother I was going to do it for him. The flustered young Bill Gates wannabe backed out of the driveway and headed down the road in a literal huff. 

Maria came back with a CD case ad a thumb drive in her hand smiling broadly. She took my hand in hers and pulled my arm next to hers and I could fill the jostling of her braless tits on my arm as we walked back toward the house, I started to get a little hard. Maria said "A lot of those franchises are on the up and up but I have heard nothing but price gouging and computer horror stories from the local one." 

Dropping my arm as we entered the door she added, "Whenever you have a problem call me, did you forget I do IT support?"

I did forget but I don't think I would have bothered a neighbor with this. 

My cell phone started ringing as Maria said "Take that and give me a few minutes to see what went wrong."

I did as she asked and noting it was from daughter I went back to the bedroom to answer it. It was almost 45 minutes before we had my daughter's latest sperm donor problem resolved. I call him sperm donor because even though they were married he never was much of a father to the kids. As I came out of the bedroom Maria was gone and there was a note on the keyboard. "All fixed" 

I booted it up and it worked flawlessly and even faster it seemed. I got everything running and found all my files including the Literorica stories I had thought I had lost. I got caught up paying my online bills and it was late before I remembered to call Maria and thank her. Her husband Derek answered the phone, he was a likeable guy and when I explained that Maria had helped me out and I wanted to repay her he said "Oh the computer thing, yeah she mentioned that." There was silence for a minute before he said "Hey how do you feel about brining over the fixin's for steak dinners for 3 tomorrow night we call it even. " 

Taken aback a little I said "Sure, OK!"

Derek finished with "Great, bring everything over at 7 and we will eat at 8.

That afternoon I picked up 3 New York Strips and some large bakers, along with some Vidalia Red onions and Portabella Mushrooms. I showed up about 5 minutes early and rang the bell. Derek answered the door dressed in khaki shorts a muted Hawaiian shirt and flip flops. I was glad I didn't over dress for the occasion. Derek took the bag from my hand as he ushered me into the house and into the kitchen. Maria was standing there in a light green halter dress chopping vegetables for the salad. I couldn't help but notice how her full tits would swing with her movements. Derek had taken over the counter and began prepping the steaks. Maris finished her chores washed her hands before picking up her wine glass before steering me around the house on a mini tour before ending it on the covered patio by pool. Derek was out there cooking in the outdoor kitchen. As we walked up he offered me a drink by opening the door of the refrigerator so I reached in and grabbed a Foster's. We talked for a bit and then it was time for the steaks and grilled portabella's. The conversation was polite and neighborly and I tried to be the same and not ogle Maria's braless tits swaying under the summer dress. We were about done with the meal when Derek asked "So, I hear you are a writer?"

I thought Maria was going to choke on her fork of food and fortunaly it wasn't the steak and I was genuinely confused at first. Maria was face was bright red and it looked like she wanted to sink through the floor. Maria took a drink of wine before whispering out, "I saw your Literorica stories when I fixed the computer." Maria explained how the computer had made backups of the files and they popped up when she got the computer running. 

It was my turn to sputter and turn red. Derek said "Relax, we think it's cool and we have even read what you wrote so far." 

Taking a big gulp of beer to clear my heart out of throat I asked "You read them?" 

Derek chuckled saying "Yeah, we read Literotica, and it also explains why I have seen you popping over the fence on occasion." Laughing out loud he finished. "At first I thought you might have been a peeper, but now we know where you go." As he finished he winked and took a drink of beer.

We laughed a talked for a bit as Maria and Derek asked about the stories she had seen. I explained that some of my stuff was true, some of it was embellishment of true events that happened to me or that people told me. They asked who Mary was, they had moved into the Neighborhood after my wife had passed away but they knew her name wasn't Mary. 

I explained that Mary was the first real love of my life in college. Back then we had not game station, internet, or cable TV, not that we could afford it. Neither one of us had much money as we both scrapped and saved to get through school living in the dorm and eating in the cafeteria with little extra cash for entertainment. Mary and I would sit together on park bench with her leaning back into my chest and my arms around her. She would point out people or couples that seemed interesting and we would develop stories about them. Another popular past time would be to read to each other. One day she brought back a copy if Anais Nin's Delta of Venus and the subject of our stories would change. We would develop the stories as a form of foreplay working each other into a frenzy taking breaks to kiss each other before making out way to the room to make love. In the spring of our junior year Mary was selected for a program that took her away from school for 6 weeks. As the semester closed she came back. We had been in the room after making love and had dressed to go to supper in the dining hall.

On our way out a young voluptuous blonde passed us waving and smiled "Hi Dan!" 

Mary looked at me and I am sure the guilt was all over my face. I took her hand and tried to explain to her what had happened while she was gone. I was invited to a party and went alone. There was a lot of free liquor that night and after midnight the blonde, Sheree, and I ended up on the fire escape getting some air, when she leaned in and kissed me. Had it ended at that I wouldn't have felt guilty but it didn't stop there. I kissed her back and we made out for about 20 minutes before she orgasmed by rubbing herself against me. I finally broke out of my sexual stupor and made my excuses and left. I could see Mary was upset and she would walk beside me but not let me touch her as we walked back to the dorm. When we got to the dorm she told me goodnight and walked inside. To make a long story short Mary decided my transgression was too great and we ended up breaking up. Even though I later met my wife and had a long, happy and sexually fulfilling life I would still on occasion wonder about Mary and how her life was. When I was done Maria had a tear running down her cheek. 

I think I have made some new friends and on top of that I have a new story for the Halloween contest. If I can only find time to write it. 



Busted



His cock was so fucking beautiful! 

I had suffered through a long boring day at my job as an accountant, and for the last couple of hours my mind kept wandering to sex. I kept thinking about how beautiful and exciting my boyfriend's cock was when it was standing up, fully erect. By the time I got home my panties were damp and I was horny. When I came in the front door, I was really hoping he would have arrived before me, because I really wanted that big, beautiful cock of his, but the apartment was silent, so I assumed it was empty. When we had talked the night before, he wasn't sure if he could get back from his trip today. 

I guess he didn't get home from Kansas City after all tonight, I thought. Sigh . . . another night with the vibrator. Then I heard the squeak of the old desk chair we kept in our home office upstairs. Oh yes, he's here! I tiptoed up the stairs and peeked into the office. He was leaning back in the desk chair and he had nothing on. He was obviously looking at some kind of porn on the Internet because he was stroking his erect cock, oblivious to anything else. There wasn't a sound track so I assumed he was reading a story rather than watching a video. And oh yes, his cock was just fucking beautiful. I just stood there, fixated on his gorgeous cock. He had an open bottle of red wine and a half full glass sitting next to his computer display. 

My first reaction was to yell at him for being a pervert. But I kept my cool as I realized that what I was upset about was that he hadn't waited for me. How could I be upset with him for doing the same thing I did when he wasn't available? A flash of lust swept through me as I focused on his tool. I wanted to jump into the room and grab that big cock and slurp it into my mouth. 

But wait. What's the rush? I could just step back and watch. He had no clue I was there.

So I did. It felt so nasty, watching him masturbate when he didn't know I was there. I unbuttoned the top buttons on my blouse and pushed my hand inside my bra and began to caress my left breast while I watched Rick stroke his cock. He obviously wasn't in any hurry, as his strokes were very slow. He would start with the palm of his hand on the head of his cock, smearing the pre-cum over the head and his palm. Then he would wrap his whole hand, slick with pre-cum, around the shaft and slide it down until he hit the top of his balls. He followed this with a matching upstroke and then began polishing the knob again. Occasionally he would reach up with his other hand and use the mouse to drag his view down the screen, enabling him to read more of the story, or to bring the glass of wine to his lips for a sip.

I wondered what the story he was reading was about. I knew he liked to read porn, but he had never shared his tastes with me, and I had never seen him masturbate before. Of course I assumed that he did, because virtually everyone does. But assuming that he did, and actually watching him jerk off, were two entirely different matters. This was making me so horny. I pulled my conservative grey woolen suit skirt up around my hips, yanked my now soaked panties down to my knees and then let them drop to my feet. I carefully disentangled my sling back pumps from my panties and pushed them away while my hand cupped my now naked sex. Then I reached up and unhooked my front fastening bra and pushed it away from my tits. Now as I watched Rick stroke his cock, I could play with my tits and with my pussy. My nipples were like hard little pebbles and when I pinched them between my thumb and forefinger, it sent a shock straight to my pussy. I was standing with my legs spread and two fingers of the hand not on my tits jammed into my sloppy wet pussy. Fuck! So good. So nasty, watching him masturbate while I did the same thing. 

This went on for several minutes, until I decided I would be a lot more comfortable sitting in the big armchair in the office. I pulled my bra out of my blouse, and tossed it over to where my panties had landed. I buttoned my white blouse back up, dropped my skirt back down and straightened the suit jacket, so that I looked like I had just come in from work.

This is going to be fun, I thought, as I walked into the room.

"Rick!" I exclaimed. "You got back from Kansas City early!"

He jumped like he had received a shock. His first reaction was to try to cover himself, but he quickly figured out that was futile.

"Hi," he stammered. (I didn't think it was possible to stutter on a two-letter word but he did). "I didn't expect you to get home from work this early." More stuttering. He was so cute when he stuttered.

"So I see," I said. I picked up his wine glass and his bottle and walked away from him swinging my hips and the wine bottle and drinking deeply from the wine glass. I bent over to place the wine and the glass on a small table to the right of the armchair. As I refilled the wine glass I made a point of sticking my still fully clad ass (well mostly clad, but he couldn't tell I wasn't wearing panties) towards him. Then I turned back towards him and flopped down in the armchair opposite him. "Is it a good story?" I asked. I took another sip of wine as I waited for him to answer. 

"Ahhhh . . . Yes." 

I crossed my legs and let the sling back on one of my shoes slide off the heel so the shoe swung from my toe as I flexed my ankle. I smiled at him, but just a bit. It was the kind of smile I used when negotiating with someone at work that had lied to me and I knew they had lied. More wine while I let him dangle in silence.

"Oh that's nice wine," I said. I set the glass down and picked up the bottle to see what we were drinking. I really couldn't have cared less whether it was Chateau Lafitte or Two Buck Chuck. I was just playing with him.

"What's it about?" I asked returning to the real subject at hand.

"Ahhhh. . . A couple that goes on a trip to the Caribbean."

"And what happens then?" 

"They have a lot of sex."

"Really? Is that the best you can do? Was it with each other or someone they met?"

"Uhh . . . Both."

"Did they fuck?" I said emphasizing he last word. I took another sip of the wine. It was closer to Two Buck Chuck, but I didn't really give a fuck what the wine was like at this point. It was just a prop.

"Yes."

This was fun. I was torturing him. The only problem was that his dick was wilting. I reached around behind my head and released my long dark hair, letting it fall onto my shoulders. I knew he always found it sexy when I did that, especially if I shook my head a little to get it all hanging down, as I did now.

"Did she get her pussy eaten?" I asked, still a little harshly.

"Which she? There was more than one."

"Really? How kinky. Actually, I guess I don't really care which she got her pussy eaten as long as there was at least one. The only thing I love more than reading about someone easting pussy is when you eat my pussy." I took another sip of wine. Yes, It really was Two Buck Chuck.

"I know," he said. 

I finished swallowing the sip of wine and put the tip of my finger into my mouth and sucked on it for a moment. "But lets get specific. Did the girl in the couple that was making the trip get her pussy eaten? Maybe it was her first time?"

"Yes, but it wasn't her first time."

"By who?"

"Well . . . several people."

I unbuttoned three buttons on my blouse and pulled it and my jacket aside so that he could see most of my tits.

"Oh how nasty. I love it. Were they men or women?"

"Who?"

"The people who were eating the girl's pussy," I explained sounding just a bit exasperated. As I spoke I reached inside my blouse and began to massage my right breast. I also crossed and re-crossed my legs so my skirt rode well up my thighs. Torturing him was fun.

"Well, there were several men and several women and they were eating each others' pussies and sucking each others' cocks."

"Was this before or after they fucked?" I uncrossed my legs and let them spread just a bit.

"Yes," he responded. "I mean both," he clarified. I noticed that Rick was finally getting the idea of what I was doing as his hand had slipped down to his cock and started to stroke it again. It quickly began to recover.

"Sounds like an orgy." I finished the glass of wine and then finished unbuttoning my blouse and pushed it and my jacket to the sides, so both of my tits were fully exposed. Now he had to know I was playing with him, since I never went to work without my bra.

"It was. They were all at a dinner party at one character's beach house and they were watching porn movies after dinner. Pretty soon there was more action in the movie room than on the screen . . . God you have beautiful tits," he said, unable to stay focused on the story. 

His cock was almost fully erect again. I really wanted to suck it, but there were other ways to carry on this conversation. I pulled my skirt up over my hips and threw one leg over an arm of the big overstuffed armchair I was sitting in. His cock jumped when he realized I wasn't wearing any panties. Now I was pretty fully exposed, even though I still had my business suit more or less on. Oh fuck, I was horny!

"Then what happened?"

"I don't know. That is as far as I got when you walked in and busted me."

I slid two fingers into my pussy and asked Rick, "How long have you been sitting here reading porn and jacking off?"

"About 15 minutes." He was rubbing the precum on the head of his cock again.

"Do you want to go back to reading your story?" 

"No. I want to finish myself off while I watch you masturbate," he said with a lewd smile.

"You mean like this," I said as I spread my sloppy wet pussy lips with one hand and shoved three fingers of the other hand into my cunt. The leather of the armchair felt just yummy on my naked ass, and I squirmed as I finger fucked myself. 

"Yes. Just like that," he responded as he began jerking his cock harder.

"You know, I've never seen you masturbate," I said.

"Are you enjoying it?"

"Mmmm. Yes," I responded. "Looking at your big hard cock with the veins on the sides and that big head is so fucking sexy." I removed the hand that was spreading my lips and put it to work on one of my tits, pulling on the nipple and pinching it between the thumb and forefinger.

"I've never seen you masturbate before either," he said. 

"Is it better than the story?" I asked. I now had one leg on each leg of the armchair so I was spread about as far as I could get. My suit skirt was pushed up around my waist like a very wide belt. I still had my blouse and the suit jacket on, but my tits were big enough so that the blouse and the coat stayed pushed well to the side, concealing nothing. Being more or less fully dressed and fully exposed at the same time was so fucking erotic.

"Shit yes . . . but watching you is going to make me cum soon," he responded to my question.

"Me too. Come over here. I want you to squirt on my tits when you cum. It's so fucking hot when a guy squirts his cum on my tits."

"You mean other guys have squirted their cum on your tits?"

"Oh yes. Lots of times."

"Really? When?"

I slowed down my strokes in and out of my cunt to prolong the conversation. Another sip of the wine, and then I said, "Well, the first time was when I was in high school, in the back seat of Johnny Simmons' car. He really wanted to fuck me, and I should have let him. He had a huge cock. But I wasn't ready, so I just let him suck on my tits and then I jerked him off. God, when he came it was a cum explosion. He sprayed his spunk all over my hair, my face, my tits, and even on my blouse. With the cum stains he left on my blouse, I had to sneak into our house through the back door."

"Did he make you cum?" Rick had slowed down his pace just like me and was slowly stroking his cock as he listened to my tale.

"No, Johnny was pretty much focused on Johnny."

"Did you make yourself cum when you got home?"

"Oh yeah. Big time!" I laughed. "After I snuck into my bedroom I peeled off my clothes and lay back on my bed with Johnny's cum dried on my tits. I spread my legs and slid my fingers into my cunt. I was so wet and so horny. I used one hand to finger fuck myself while the other one was rubbing my clit. It didn't take long."

"Like you are now," he asked. His dick was rigid as he stroked. He understood I had been playing a game with him now and he was enjoying it.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice at least an octave lower than usual.

"How many times did you cum that night?"

"Fuck. I don't know. A lot," I said.

I pulled my fingers out of my cunt and used them to lube my nipples. I pulled on them and twisted them with both hands as I sat and silently watched Rick slowly stroke his cock.

Eventually he spoke, "Oh this is so much better than reading porn and jacking myself off."

"So when was the first time you came on a girls tits? I know you like to do it, 'cause you do it to me all the time." 

"Yeah, it's fun," he said smiling. "Especially when I watch you smear my spunk all over those tasty tits of yours. Have I told you how sexy your tits are?"

"Only every time you fuck me," I responded. "But back on the subject, when was the first time you came on a girls tits?" I asked, pressing my question. 

"Mary Lou Bretton," he responded.

"More detail. Where and how?" I asked as I returned one of my hands to stroking my cunt. 

"Well, it was graduation night and we were in the back seat of my father's Ford. It was a lot like you described. We were naked, but she wouldn't let me fuck her, so she was jerking me off. At that age I had no control at all, and I just lost it and sprayed cum in her face, her hair and her tits."

"Was she grossed out?"

"I don't think so, she just said 'Now lick my pussy'."

I turned back to the wine and poured a bit more into the glass and then dipped my fingers into the glass and used the wine to lube my nipples (failing to think about how it might stain my white blouse). "Ahhh," I said as I twisted my nipple.

When I returned to earth I said, "Sorry, I distracted myself," and then I asked, "Did you?"

"What? Oh yes. You mean did I eat her. God yes. I made her cum four times before I took her home."

"Oh Rick, you're such a gentleman."

"I know, and I love to eat pussy too." 

"Good, 'cause that's what I want you to do to me, but not until you cum on my tits."

He rose from his chair, cock in hand, and strode across the room until he was standing between my legs. He resumed stroking his cock as he stood over me.

"Go on, make it cum on my tits right now. I want to see that big hot cock of yours squirt all over my chest." I put my hands beneath my tits and held them out to him.

He responded by accelerating his masturbation and within a moment or two he growled and shot a spurt of hot cum which hit my hair and my cheek. It was followed by several more shots, most of which landed on my tits, although a couple got my blouse and jacket and the last bit dribbled on my dress which was pulled up around my waist. It was so hot and nasty.

"Now, eat me, now!" I said as I began to spread his cum across my chest.

Rick dropped to his knees between my legs, which were still spread over the two arms of the chair. He leaned forward and slipped two fingers into my cunt. I was so wet and horny that there was no need to be slow or delicate about it. He just pushed his fingers into my pussy and then curled them towards the front and pulled them slowly out as he searched for my G-spot. I gasped when he found it, every time.

Not satisfied with his finger fucking, he began to lap at the outside of my cleanly shaven lips. Oh God, it felt so good. I was so hot that after just a few strokes they literally fell open and gave him access to my inner lips, which he began to devour. The combined sensation of his licking my lips and continuing to stroke the inside of my cunt with his fingers was driving me wild. 

I was crying and screaming, "Oh yes, yes, yes! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Ahhhhh! So Good. Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" Not very articulate for a college educated CPA, but good sex always trumps good English.

Then he moved up to my clit, which had been engorged for at least an hour now. First he blew on it. Oh, so nice. Then he flicked it with his tongue, which drew a gasp from me every time. Finally he began to suck on my clit, and I just lost it. It wasn't a slow build up and release. I had been hanging on the edge for a long time, so it was just a sharp sudden climax. Like falling off a cliff. 

"Oh Fuck! I'm cumming! Fuck, Fuck, fuck, fuck! And then I slurred into indecipherable groans and screams. My back arched and I used both hands to pull his head tight against my sex. 

Then as I came down from my climax, I tried to push his head away, but he wasn't having it. He backed away from my clit and began to slowly lick my inner lips again. He had me crying. "Oh no. No more, no more. I can't take any more! Stop. Please stop."

But he just kept licking me and pressing his fingers against my G-spot. As hard as I was saying stop, I could feel another orgasm building, and I really didn't want him to stop. Oh God. It was so good. Somehow "please stop" soon became "don't stop." "Oh, fuck Rick. That's so good. Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop." And then suddenly I came again, screaming. It was so hard, I thought I might pass out, or maybe I did. I don't know.

Then he stood and picked me up and lay me face down over an arm of the big overstuffed chair I had been reclining in. My head was stuffed down into the chair and my ass was pointed up at Rick. My skirt was still pushed up around my waist, and my jacket and blouse, still open in the front, slid down my back so that they were sort of bunched up behind my head. My tits were swinging freely beneath me and my head was pushed into the corner of the chair seat. I felt him rubbing his big hard dick (yes, it was hard again) against the mouth of my cunt and then he slid it slowly in. Oh fuck, he was so hard and so big. How did he get that hard again so quickly? He pushed it as far in as he could get, which with my ass up in the air like it was, was all the way until he bottomed out at my cervix, and then he pulled it slowly back until only the head was inside me.

"Oh, Oh, Rick. Put it back. Put it back. It feels so good," I begged.

"Oh so you liked that did you, you horny slut. You liked my big hard cock filling up that slutty cunt of yours, didn't you?"

"Oh yes, yes, I did. Put it back, I need it. I need your big hard cock in my cunt."

Again he pushed it in slowly until it hit the bottom of my cunt (Or was that the top? I couldn't keep directions straight standing on my head with my ass up in the air and my clothes wanting to fall off my head).

"Oh yes, yes! That's it. So good. So good! Now fuck me. Fuck me! Fuck me you bastard!" I said through clenched teeth.

"Are you going to cum again you horny slut. If I fuck you, will you cum again?"

"Oh yes, I'm so close already. Just fuck me, hard!" I tried to push my ass back at him, but I didn't have much leverage in the position I was in.

He began to fuck me, slowly at first, and then faster and harder. It didn't take long before I came again. "Oh yes, that's it! Fuck me, fuck me! Just like that. Oh yes, I'm cumming! Oooooooh fuck! Arrrrrgh! Shiiiiiit!" and I climaxed again.

As I came down from my climax, I felt him pulling his cock out of my pussy. "Oh don't," I said softly. "It feels so good. I want to hold your cock in my cunt," and I tried to do just that with my pussy muscles, but he escaped. I heard him stroking his slippery cock with his hand, and then he came with a groan and squirted his hot cum all over my ass and back. My nice wool suit skirt got another good shot of his cum. 

Rick sank down on to the floor with his head in the chair next to mine. He reached up with his hands, and turned my head towards him, pushed my hair away from my mouth, and kissed me, a long, sloppy, soft, tongue in mouth kiss. I could taste my pussy juices on his mouth. God, I must look a mess, I thought, with hair hanging down over my face, cum on my clothes, my chest, my back, my hair, and my face, and my clothes just hanging on me everywhere except where they needed to be to make me decent. There was also wine on my skirt, my jacket and my blouse. Somehow in our thrashing about we had managed to knock the wine bottle and the glass over and spray wine everywhere. It was the high point of my day, well and truly fucked. 




Busted



Then he said, "I guess this means you're glad I'm home." 

I responded with another long sloppy wet kiss.



Busted



My heart skipped a beat when I looked up in the rear view mirror and caught the flashing lights coming up behind me.

I had been just cruising along in my new z06 Corvette, the gravelly sounds of Bob Seger flowing out of the Bose speakers.

I slipped through the little town, obeying the speed limit nicely, but as I hit the open four lane I felt my "oats" a little, and leaned on the hammer.

One thing about these cars, they move! I was enjoying the feeling of being completely planted into the seat, the windshield display ticked up to 140 MPH and I rolled off the throttle reluctantly.

There was lots more left, the one problem with these machines is there really is no place to use them fully.

Within seconds, I spotted the lights in the distance, coming fast. I settled in at a steady 60 MPH, doing my best to pretend innocence.

It was obvious he was coming after me. The last ticket I had was for doing 45 in a 30 MPH zone, that one had cost me $20, that gives you an idea of how long it had been.

The lights rolled up close behind me, I flipped on the blinkers and pulled over. "Damn!" I thought, already thinking of the grin I would get from the insurance agent when he found out.

I turned down the Segar tune, hit the button for the window, and waited.

"Get out of the car!!" I heard the voice shout, angry. I glanced in the mirror, he was standing back from the rear of the car, hand on his revolver.

"He better not point that damned thing at me!" Popped in my mind as I complied. I am the kind of guy that Cop or no Cop, point a gun at me, he better stay out of range or I am likely to try and take it away from him, it would just piss me off!

I looked him up and down, as he said, "What the hell! I got you on radar at 155 MPH!" He was almost shouting.

"Oh, Bullshit!" I retorted, "I wasn't even up to 140 yet!"

No goddamn sense of humor at all, he ordered me to place my hands on the car. 

"Nervous SOB," I thought, but did as he asked. My driver's license was in my hand, he took it like it was a weapon or something, and stepped several feet back. I checked him out from the corner of my eye, big guy, bigger than me by a shade and I ain't little. I was starting to get irritated at having my hands on the paint job, it flashed stupidly into my head that I would have to go get the Chamois cloth and rub it out as soon as I got home.

Just then, I heard the radio crackle, a bunch of gibberish to me. But whatever they said made him visibly relax. He clipped my license to his clipboard, and told me to relax. It seems someone had knocked over the little convenience store a few minutes ago, and they were described as driving a red sports car. With my good luck, I had blasted by the cop at over 140, driving a red sports car!

So I turned and put my hands down, glancing at the spots my hands had left on the finish.

"Just a Massage therapist here!" I told him. "No armed robberies on my agenda"..It hit me then that he was African.

"So, feeling frisky, huh?" he said with a smile, looking the machine over in admiration. He handed me back my license, told me to "Cool it!" and started for his car. Just as he got there, he called out and asked me, "Say, are you the guy that works over at the College?" I told him yes, I worked there as a teacher.

"Got a card?" he asked.

"Now what the fuck?" I thought, as I fished one of my cards out of my pocket. "Read the card!" I thought. It says Ladies only in bold type, I wasn't much in the mood to have some huge black guy on my table, probably he would get a big boner and expect me to take care of it, and there is no way in hell!

I got in the car, and headed on to the house, holding a steady speed limit all the way as cars poured by me on the left.

I was grateful for not getting a ticket, but then there had been no one near me, I was up to speed and back to the limit in literally seconds, so no harm had been done.

I was back in a happy mood by the time I got home, I knew Lee was coming in from her week at the hospital this evening. I planned a nice dinner, had my bootleg copy of Harry Potter in my sack. I was looking forwards to snuggling up with my wife for a change. Lee is still the most exciting creature on the planet to me, even at 50, something about her just gets me going. Even thinking about letting my hands roam over her soft breasts gets my tool to rising right off the bat!

Lee showed up just as I was finishing the mashed potatoes, the sweet fried liver gravy was bubbling nicely. "MMMM, smells good!" she said as she gave me a huge hug and a kiss. My hands dropped to her snug fanny, and I was enjoying the embrace when the damned phone rang.

I picked up as Lee turned to take care of setting up the table.

"This is officer Jackson" the voice on the line said. I hesitated, a vision of a huge naked black guy on my table flashed in my mind. "Yes, Officer, how can I help you?" I answered.

"Well, I have heard of you" he said, "And I would like to set up an appointment." "Well, I don't..." was all I got out, when he said, "It's not for me, it's for the wife!....and I was thinking you owed me one"...he added, pointedly.

It popped in my mind that not getting the ticket saved me at least $500.00, and a few years of an extra grand a year in insurance, so probably he was right. Hell, I could have run into a Judge with no sense of humor and got a couple days unpaid vacation out of the deal, so yep!...Grateful...

"Well, yes, I work here at home" I told him.

"I was thinking maybe you could come here?" he asked.

I groaned under my breath, thinking that there goes my evening with Lee, when he said, "How about Sunday, it's my day off..."

It hit me then, I have seen the scenario before. "Would you like to be there?" I asked.

"Yes, I would like that," he answered.

I booked for Sunday, thanked him and went back to my evening.

It wasn't long after dinner before Lee and I were naked and rubbing up against each other like two puppies trying to get warm. This would make a nice story all by itself, but perhaps another time. Until you have been with a mate who is always like the first time, exploring and becoming one person, it is tough to describe.

Sunday rolled around, I was out rubbing out the paint on my car, when Lee reminded me of the appointment. Good thing, too, since it had gone right over my head, I almost never do outcalls any more.

I washed up, dressed and loaded up the van. I took a long last look at the z06 Corvette, sitting there in the garage. Nice day, cool but sunny, I could be out driving around, dang!

I pulled out on the highway for the 90 mile drive down to Salem, knowing Lee would be gone back to the hospital for a week by the time I got back.

I tried to relax as the miles clicked off. I had to hold the wheel slightly to keep the thing going straight, it had pulled a little ever since I had piled it up the year before.

"Need to have this looked at" popped in my head as I rolled along at 70 mph.

I found the house with no problem, the police cruiser parked in the driveway was sort of a giveaway.

It hit me that this guy drove the cruiser all the way from Salem to highway 30 for his route? "No wonder the damn taxes are so high!" I thought.

I nervously knocked on the door, expecting him to answer. The way my luck runs, his wife would be black with a fanny on her the size of a barrel, I almost giggled to myself at the thought.

The door opened, and here stood an absolute vision!

Blonde hair, highlights, blue eyes that looked like they were 2 feet deep, the white terrycloth robe she had pulled around her did nothing to hide the swell of her bosom.

She smiled, I swear the sun came out! "You must be Ted", she said. "Come on in, Terry is in the den!...I am Beth", she added.

I lugged my table and carry case into the room. Glancing around, I realized that I was looking at an easy $200,000 home. We went into the den, well furnished, everything matching and in place.

"We can set up in here", Beth told me. I was just flipping out the table legs, when Terry walked in, he came over and shook my hand. His hand easily covered mine, firm.

He was wearing a tan T-shirt, it looked to be about one size too small, I noticed the muscles bulging. "Big guy!" I thought.

Well, I am no slouch in the size department either, but this guy had 40 pounds on me!

I told Beth to make herself comfortable, handing her one of my flannel drapes to use as a cover. Then I stepped into the washroom to freshen up, taking my time.

When I came out, Beth was lying face down on the table, the flannel drape was sideways across the swell of her behind. Terry was sitting in a chair about 10 feet away, sipping a cup of coffee.

I glanced at Beth, her bare back showed not a blemish, her pixie cut hair curled softly to the nape of her neck. I looked down at the swell of her calves, almost perfectly formed for her size, the muscle lines showed signs of either running or bike riding.

I just started in at her feet, working all the lines and up between her toes. I swear, in just a few seconds the muscle lines across her back started to flatten. Terry just sat there, watching, as my hands went up her calves, then to her thighs. Unsure, I tucked the drape between her legs and worked to a few inches of her behind. Then I repeated on the other side. As I got to her fanny, I rolled the drape aside, leaving it tucked into the cleft. I turned to get some oil, when I turned back I noticed her hand had came down and trapped the drape. This caused it to slip out of her cleft slightly.

"Was this deliberate?" I thought. She moved again as my hands worked up and over her glutes on the left side, so I rolled her left cheek outwards slightly. This gave me a glimpse of a tuft of pubic hair, same blonde color as her head.

Terry didn't react at all, so I did the same thing on the other side. Beth let out a little moan, then rolled her hips first left, then right. Her legs parted slightly, the obvious signal to continue.

Stepping to the foot of the table, I ran both hands up her legs and over her behind, letting my thumbs slide into her cleft and open her cheeks. As I repeated the motion, Terry got up and walked around behind me, it hit me he wanted to know how much I could see.

"Well, let's find out?" I thought, the worst that can happen is I get clocked. But I was feeling pretty sure of myself. As he watched, I pressed my thumbs inwards, then up along both sides of her pussy, with a gentle sideways pull, I opened her up!

I heard Terry take a quick gasp of breath, I knew this was turning him on!

I must have repeated the motion 20 to 30 times, each time getting slightly closer, until my oily thumbs were lightly tracing her pussy lips on both sides.

Tucking the drape, I worked for a good half hour on her back and sides, finally it was time to turn over.

I asked her the usual question, "Are you bashful about your breasts?" She just giggled and turned over, stupid question.

I felt a sharp intake of breath, realized it was me. This lady had the most perfect pair I have ever seen, heavy with nipples that turned up. I looked for some sign of implants, there was none. If this was a fake pair, it had to be the best job I ever saw, there was no scars or marks, not a single blemish!

I ran my fingertips in circles around the softness of her bosom, watched the nipples respond and stiffen. No implants, this was a real, all natural woman. Only God could create something like this!

I know I spent another 15 minutes working her chest and abdomen, I almost forgot Terry for awhile. When I did glance over at him, he was simply sitting and watching, the expression on his face gave him away.

Then I was working on her legs, I felt them soften and relax. I ran my hands up to just short of her opening, teasing, letting my fingers first press, then almost tickle. The drape was well above the top of her wisp of blonde pubic hair, I looked at her, the tuft just above her clit turned upwards. Her legs were open, relaxed. The outer lips were completely swollen and pinkish. Her clit had enlarged, protruding outwards and down. She had the type of womanhood that is clearly visible, no secrets hidden inside a tight cleft. Her lips were prominant, obvious, and she was now completely worked up.

I had the urge to taste her, so I leaned forwards and let my mouth rest against her. She groaned in satisfaction, I slipped my tongue as deeply inside as I could, she literally mashed herself against my face. So sweet, I traced her outer lips with the tip of my tongue, first tickling, then probing as her hips thrashed up and down. I felt the satisfaction of watching her abdomen ripple as she climaxed in several short bursts, each one in time to my flicking upwards on her button with my tongue.

Her breath was coming in little bursts, finally, I ran the palm of my hand up, up, then sideways. I let my hand cover her pussy completely, just held it there as she squirmed. Then I swung my thumb of my right hand down, probed her lightly. Her legs came right open, I began to insert. As I did so, I opened the fingers of my hand and let them trap her clit, then pressed my thumb inside.

She felt tight, but soft, I stroked upwards with my thumb, found her spot.  I gently stroked the inner flesh, feeling it swollen, ready to flow around and hold whatever entered her. I let my thumb stroke upwards towards her navel, she simply exploded! I softened the stroke as I felt her insides clamp down in orgasm, then I began again. If this lady had a G-spot, I was on it, no doubt at all!

15, then 20 seconds went by, she shuddered over and over and over, each seemed stronger than the last. Then suddenly she was still.

I glanced at her, realized she had simply passed out!

Quickly, I stepped up and lifted her head, bringing my fingers up and around her ears. Her eyes opened, she moaned, "Oh, God!"..

I looked over at Terry, he had his pants open and was stroking himself. I glanced down almost in shock, that thing was at least a foot long! He caught my glance, grinned and reached in the drawer beside him. Pulling out a condom, he flipped it to me. "Go ahead!" He said.

I didn't need to be asked twice, I had been hard as a rock for some 30 solid minutes now. I quickly stripped, suddenly feeling a bit inadequate as my 8" erection came into view. Beth's eyes dropped to me, her smile showed me she wasn't disappointed.

I rolled the condom on, slid up on the table, and took her in my arms. "let me on top!" She said.

I turned to allow her to get on me, she spread her legs to straddle me, then was sliding down on me.

I realized that from Terry's vantage point, he could see right up between our legs as she slid up and down on me.

Usually I have some kind of self control, that was all out the window with this woman!

She was pounding up and down me, there was some kind of gushing background sound, it hit me it was us!

Her back arched as she orgasmed again, quieter than before, and I was right behind her. She shuddered and collapsed against my chest, held me for a few seconds.

Then she pulled off, slipped off the table, and went to Terry. She climbed in his lap, I saw the end of his huge penis slip partly inside her. "No way will that go in there!" I thought, but it did.

She went down, down, more and more of him went inside, then she was sitting fully on him. 

I sat up to watch, her pussy was stretched out beyond belief as she began to pound away at him.

He didn't last long, they seemed to come together in just a couple of minutes. The sight was completely erotic, so much so that I was starting to erect again!

Then she was done, she hugged him and slid off. Sitting there for a few seconds, she looked over at me with that smile, then down at my fast growing erection.

She hopped up, came over to the table, and leaned down and sucked me into her mouth!

In short order, she had me ready to explode. Pulling off, she used her hands to take me over the top. As I came, she spread it all over her chest and upper body, making her breast shine with my juices.

At last we were done, Beth grabbed some warm wet towels and passed them around. We dressed, and I prepared to head out for home.

Terry came up and shook my hand, grinned and said, "Better than a ticket, huh?"

I laughed, took a last longing look at Beth, standing there in her robe again, open down the front this time.

She made no attempt to cover her breasts, I looked her up and down in pleasure.

"Yep, sure beats a ticket!"....and I was gone.

As I drove along to the sounds of Jewell on the CD player, I thought about the sight of Terry's monster sliding up and inside of his rather tiny little wife. Then the fantasy of my wife, Lee, trying to get that thing inside her popped in my head. I visualized Lee lying naked, nipples erect, waiting for the first feelings of something like that going in.

I felt myself start to get another hardon at the idea...."Perhaps!", I thought, as a drove along...



Busted



"Happy is what happens when all your dreams come true," Stephen Schwartz.

Sandy came into the bedroom where I was still dozing, holding a pair of tights in her hand.

'Babe, I wouldn't ask, but I'm so pushed for time and I've just laddered my last pair of clean tights. I desperately need some before I go to this client meeting.'

She held them up as if to prove what she was saying.

'OK,' I said, still half asleep, 'what can I do about it?'

'Can I borrow a pair of yours, pretty please?'

My eyes snapped open. What did she just say? I rolled over to look at her and my heart was now hammering in my chest.

'What?'

'Can I pretty please borrow a pair of yours? You know, from that stash of yours?'

'What? What do you mean? I haven't got a stash. I haven't got any tights'

I could feel myself turning bright pink as the implications of what she had said sank in. She caught the look on my face and her hand went up to her mouth and her eyes opened wide.

'Oh my God, you didn't know I knew, did you?'

I stared at her, sure that the panic I was feeling was written all over my face. Sandy sat down on the edge of the bed and she laid a hand on my leg. 

'I am so sorry, I honestly thought you knew I knew.'

I shook my head, afraid to even speak.

'Babe, we'll need to talk about this tonight, but can I please borrow a pair? I am so late and I don't have time to stop at the store.'

There was no point in pretending any more. I got up from the bed as if in a dream and walked into the spare bedroom. I reached into the wardrobe and pulled out the suitcase stored at the back. My hands were shaking so much I could barely work the combination locks, but they eventually opened, and I pulled out a new packet of black tights. I walked slowly back into the other bedroom, my face burning, not looking at Sandy and handed her the packet. 

'Thanks, babe, you are a lifesaver.' She quickly kissed me on the cheek, whispered, 'I love you, babe.' and disappeared into the bathroom. I fell face first onto the bed and covered my head with a pillow. I heard the front door slam, and I began to thump the bed with my fist as I thought my life was over. I rolled back over and started to swear at myself under my breath. 

'Fuck, fuck, fuck. You stupid fucking fool.'

What mistake had I made? I was so careful, but I must have given myself away somehow. Oh my God, what was I going to do? Separation, divorce, public shame, and suicide all flashed through my mind.

My rational mind managed to wrestle my overwrought imagination to a standstill long enough for me to think more clearly. Sandy hadn't seemed upset; she had obviously known my secret already and hadn't confronted me about it. In fact, the way she 'outed' me was so banal as to make me think she might not be too concerned. Her tights were laddered, and she had just come and asked to borrow a pair from me, as if that were the most natural thing in the world. Her last words as she left were, 'I love you, babe.' Not necessarily the words of someone who hated me for what I had been doing.

'Shit, shit, shit,' I cursed myself again, why hadn't I stopped all this when I married?

The truth was, of course, that I couldn't stop. There was a time, I guess, before I started crossdressing, but I couldn't remember when that was. I had been crossdressing since I was a kid and had begun by borrowing my mum's clothes. At bath-time, I had discovered Mum left her stockings and underwear in the laundry basket in the corner of the bathroom. I picked them up and felt a thrill run through my body as the soft nylon slipped through my fingers. Sometimes they were even still warm if Mum had used the bathroom before me. It wasn't long before I graduated from merely holding them to trying them on. 

I knew deep down it was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself. I was drawn back time and time again to the laundry basket as if it had hypnotised me. The sensuous glide over the nylons over my skin and the tug of the suspenders from the belt that Mum occasionally left there was overpowering. The attraction was a strong as any drug, and like all addictive drugs, I craved more and more.

I began to raid my older sisters stuff as well and would hide some of her stuff so I could use it whenever I was alone. She was so lazy and untidy that she never noticed. I had a little pile of knickers, tights and stockings together with my most prized trophy, one of my sister's old bras. She would throw her stuff away regularly and if I kept my wits about me, I raided the bags of old clothes she was going to take to the charity shop. I was small and slender, taking after my mum and was only about the same size as my sister.

My sister left home when she decided to join the army and I managed to squirrel away a lot of the clothes she had left behind. Mum and dad both worked, so after school I would be able to dash home and have a couple of hours to dress up before they came home. Somehow, I never got caught, although there were a couple of close calls when they came home early. If they suspected something, they never mentioned anything. I was so happy when I get rid of my drab male clothes and slip into my female persona. 

These sessions were sweet, but obviously short, and the risk of discovery somehow added to the sheer excitement of dressing up. There was a sexual element to what I was doing. but I never felt I wanted to be a girl. it was enough for me to look and feel like one for a while. It allowed something that was hidden away by my male life to emerge and that felt like it allowed me to balance two parts of my personality. I knew that I was attracted to girls, and even when dressed I didn't fancy boys. It didn't stop me feeling guilty though, and I tried to stop myself, but the urge to get dressed would return and I would find myself pulling on the tights again before long.

Around this time I was allowed to access the internet and like many others I found out I was not alone. I don't know what life for kids like me must have been before the internet and social media arrived. I discovered a whole world of possibilities were out there, and that what I was doing was not bad or perverted but something thousands upon thousands of people were doing. Understanding what I was doing helped me to adjust to it, and when I went to university things became easier. I still dressed whenever I could, but sharing a student house cut down my opportunities. I dated girls while I was there, even had a couple of girlfriends for a while, but the urge to dress was still there, and grew stronger the longer it had been since I last dressed. I realised then that if I hadn't dressed for a while, I would get moody and depressed. When I did get to dress again, I would become calmer and more relaxed. There seemed to be a direct correlation between my mental state and my dressing.

It was at university I met Sandy. She was the girlfriend of one of my housemates until they had a huge fight after she found out he was cheating on her with one of her friends. She stormed out of the house and I ran out after her to make sure she was OK. I managed to persuade her to have a drink, and once she had calmed down, we discovered we had a lot in common. We both liked Thai food, books, travelling, swimming, Hitchcock movies and, above all, film musicals. She was Jane Austen, I was more George Orwell. She liked Greece, and I preferred Italy. Sandy liked Rear Window, for me it would always be North by Northwest. 

I liked her but didn't think much more about it until she called me a week later and asked if I wanted to go with her to see The Rocky Horror Picture Show. We had discovered we were both big fans of the film, and it just happened there would be a showing that week. Sandy said that when she went to see it, she really went for it and dressed up as Magenta. She didn't have anyone who would go with her this time and didn't fancy it going alone. Would I be willing to go and would I get dressed up too? 

I asked if she meant I should go as Brad and she said that would be up to me, but she wondered if I would go as Frank N. Furter. Now, that's an invitation any crossdresser would normally jump at, but I had only just met Sandy and was a bit reluctant to go full on in front of her. She begged me to think about it and in the end I agreed, so long as she helped me get ready. I bought an outfit from a fancy dress shop and we met at her flat in the afternoon to get ready. Although I had dressed in private many, many times, I had never gone out in public en femme. The big attraction for me about this was that no one would care whether I would pass or not. In fact, the rougher the better would be the mantra for some.

Sandy's flatmate was away for a couple of days, so we had the place to ourselves. I had bought a bottle of wine with me, mostly to help settle my nerves, and we had a glass each before getting started on our outfits. I had bought a pretty basic costume, but it seemed to have everything; fishnets, suspender belt, tight black knickers, a shiny plastic waistcoat, gloves, and a plastic pearl necklace. I had also got a cheap synthetic wig to cover up my blond hair. I didn't have any shoes, but Sandy said she had a pair that would probably fit as I had small feet for a man. 

I didn't have much body hair but shaved my legs anyway before coming over to Sandy's place. Sandy disappeared into her room to change into her Magenta costume, and I used the bathroom to transform into Frank N. Furter. I had kept myself in shape with my regular swimming sessions so I was not worried about how much flesh I would be showing in the costume. I stripped and pulled on a pair of my speedos before slipping the black knickers up my legs. I loved the feeling when they tightened around my cock and balls, and I ran my hands across my bum to feel the smoothness of the material across my buttocks. I had learnt how to tuck, but I thought that was a step too far with Sandy. I thought I would get away with the speedos for the extra control. 

After putting on the suspender belt, I rolled the fishnets up my legs, a sensation I always loved. I smoothed them out with my hands and they felt so good on my freshly shaved and moisturised legs. The waistcoat, necklace and gloves followed, and I managed to fit the uncomfortable wig over my hair. I had a much better wig for when I dressed, but that was blonde, so no good for Frank. At that moment Sandy called out, 'Are you finished in there?' I took a deep breath, had one last look in the mirror and opened the door.

My mouth dropped open as I saw Sandy. Her Magenta outfit was far more French maid than Rocky Horror. She was wearing a very short black skirt with white ruffled petticoats, a tight black top, sheer black hold up stockings and a white frilly apron. 

'What do you think?' She said holding out the skirt and twirling round.

I managed to close my mouth, and thought I was glad I had brought the speedos, because I might be needing them to control myself.

'It's gorgeous.' I managed to say. She did look fantastic, I had never noticed her legs before, but in this outfit they looked so long and the tight top clung to her breasts like a second skin. It didn't look as if she was wearing a bra.

'Wow, well right back at you,' said Sandy. 'You look fabulous in that. You have got seriously great legs.' 

She took a second look at them, bent down and ran her fingers up my leg, which did nothing to ease the pressure in my speedos.

'Have you shaved them?' 

'Yes, I thought I should, is that alright?'

'Absolutely, they look awesome in those fishnets, I'm quite jealous.'

'No need, yours are beautiful.' She actually blushed as I said it.

'Well, thank you Frank. Come on let's get your makeup done.'

She sat me on a chair at the table and brought out her makeup bag, pulled up a picture of Frank N. Furter on her tablet and started to work. I had become reasonably accomplished at doing my make up, but it had always been a dream of mine to have a girl do my makeup. I was in seventh heaven.

'You have very pretty eyes,' said Sandy, and as she was so close to my face I could see right into her beautiful brown eyes.

'You too, Sandy.' I said, before I could stop myself. 

She giggled, and I thought I could really get to like hearing that sound. She worked quickly, and it wasn't long before she sat back and smiled, 'You know, even if I do say so myself, you don't look half bad.'

Sandy brought over a mirror and I had a first glimpse of my new alter ego. I had to say she had made a very good job of it. She held up the picture on the tablet next to the mirror and it was very close.

'Sandy,' I said, still looking at me new face, 'Thanks, you've done an awesome job.' 

She leant forwards and gave me a quick kiss on the lips, 'You're welcome, babe, you look good.'

I wasn't expecting the kiss, and it gave me another tingle in my speedos. 

'Now for the shoes,' she said. Sandy ran into her room and came back with two pairs of shoes, one with a short chunky heel, and the other pair with a three inch heel. I eyed those enviously as I had already mastered walking in heels, but if I grabbed those, I would have some explaining to do, for sure.

'These are the only pairs I have, try these lower ones on.'

She slipped one onto my foot and as she held my ankle to fit the shoe, I felt yet another tingle. I prayed the speedos would hold me tight for a bit longer. The shoe was a bit tight, but it did fit. Sandy slipped the other one on and I took a few steps around the room. I made it look more difficult than it really was, but it didn't take long for Sandy to see I was able to walk in the low heel. We shared the rest of the bottle of wine, and then nicely buzzed, slipped on our coats for the walk to the cinema. 

I stepped nervously out of the flat door grabbing onto Sandy's arm and looked around, expecting at any time someone to point and shout, Freak. Of course, no one did, most of my costume was concealed beneath the coat anyway. I became more confident the longer we walked, and in a way I began to enjoy the feeling of the air blowing up beneath the coat and the feel of my stockings rubbing together. We passed a few people, and they smiled as they saw the makeup, I even got one or two good natured wolf whistles. Sandy and I walked arm in arm and before long we began to meet others dressed in costume, obviously on their way to see the film. We nodded and smiled at them, some dressed as Brad or Jane, some as Magenta and a few as Frank N. Furter.

We arrived at the cinema and it made quite a sight with the costumes and the flash of cameras as people took selfies or group shots. When Sandy and I removed our coats we were greeted with cheers and whistles as people saw how we were dressed. We were in instant demand for photographs, with many of those not dressed asking to be photographed with us. I admit I got a huge buzz from what was happening, and I posed along with the best of them. Sandy and I took our share of selfies, individually and together, as well as a few group shots with other people in costume.

The film was great fun with people shouting out the lines with the characters and singing along with the songs. By the time the film ended we were hoarse from shouting, singing and falling about with laughter. As the house lights went up someone stood up at the front and announced that there had been a competition for the best dressed couple. He looked around, spotted us, beckoned us down to the front and declared us the winners to huge cheers and whistles from the audience. We were presented with a couple of bottles of champagne and a cinema pass as prizes. We had photographs taken for the local press and became celebrities for all of ten minutes. In addition, we had another round of selfie taking as we left the cinema. 

Sandy dared me to walk back without my coat, and I said I will if you will. So, we walked back to her flat arm in arm, getting an amazing response from passers by on the way. We walked up the stairs to her flat, laughing like a couple of school kids and eventually flopped down on the sofa, still giggling about what had happened. 

'I can't believe I've had so much fun,' Sandy said, in between giggles.

'Me too,' I replied, 'even when that bloke grabbed my arse, I thought you were going to deck him.'

She laughed so hard she almost choked. 'His face was a picture. I think he almost peed himself.'

'Thanks Sandy for making me do this, it was the best night I've had for ages.'

'You're welcome, babe. I wouldn't have gone without you, so thank you.'

She leant across to give me a kiss on the cheek, missed and kissed me instead on the lips. She drew back a little, looked me in the yes and then kissed me again, our lips sliding against each other and her tongue flicked through my lips to touch mine. Without thinking my arms went around her, and we were kissing hard as I fell back on the sofa with Sandy on top. I felt her stockings sliding against my fishnets and suddenly the speedos weren't strong enough to contain my growing erection. Sandy pulled open the waistcoat and kissed and sucked my nipples, and I tried to reach her breasts but before I could she slid further down, slipped her hands into my knickers and pulled them down together with the speedos. She released my cock, kissed the tip, looked up at me, smiled and slid her bright red lips over the head. I nearly passed out as she started using her tongue on me, and I leant my head back and closed my eyes as her soft lips and tongue whirled around my cock. 

I knew I couldn't last that long if she kept going like that, so I lifted her head up and pushed her back onto the sofa. I pulled my knickers and speedos off, dropping to my knees in front of her. I pushed up her skirt, my hands gliding over her stockings, hooked my thumbs into her knickers and pulled them slowly down. She was watching me wide eyed as I did so, and I could feel her shudder as I pulled them right off. I pushed her legs apart and bent forward so my face was right into her pussy. I licked her with long strokes of my tongue and she was already wet. I opened her up with my fingers and sucked her hard little clit and I could hear her hiss above me. I flicked my tongue up and down her pussy and she squeezed my head between her legs. I was lapping up and down and then forced my tongue into her as far as I could. She hissed again and put her hands on the back of my head and pulled me tight against her pussy. I carried on for a few minutes before she pushed me away. 

'Please fuck me now, I need you inside me.'

She sat back on the sofa and spread her legs holding them apart with her hands. I leaned forward so that my cock was in between her legs and she wrapped her legs around my back holding me in place. I felt her hand slide down between us and she guided me right into her. She gasped as I pushed my way in and went as deep as I could before beginning to move in an out. She pulled me down to kiss me as I began to move in and out, faster and faster. She bit my lip as she writhed beneath me, and I managed to get my hands onto her breasts and she moaned as I played with her hard nipples. 

Sandy began pushing back against me and I knew I couldn't last long. I slowed my pace, and she was gasping now, then with a buck of her hips and a long drawn-out moan she came, and a few seconds later I felt my cock twitch and I came deep inside her. We kissed, and I held myself in her until I felt myself began to shrink. I pulled out and lay beside her on the sofa, grinning at each other like cheshire cats. I stayed the night, and we made love again in the morning. We both skipped classes that day and spent the day in bed, getting to know each other and what we liked. We eventually came out of her room in the evening to have pizza delivered and one of the bottles of champagne. 




Busted



I was on my way home from having a few drinks after work with the guys when I suddenly realized I had to take a mighty whiz. I was driving down a secluded block, a street filled with nothing but dark warehouses and a few abandoned cars. I pulled over and killed the ignition. I practically jumped from my car, I had to go so bad.

I dashed to the nearest warehouse, and in the dark, pulled down my zipper and released my cock from my jeans. I began spraying a stream all over a graffiti covered wall and letting out a loud "ahhhh."

Just as I was done, while shaking my pecker to let the last few drops spill out, a floodlight hit me full blast. I felt like I was some standup comic on a stage, but standing there with my dick in my hand, I soon realized the joke was on me.

"Stop right there," a stern female voice instructed. "What are you doing?" she asked me as I frantically stuffed my eight inch tool inside my pants.

"Uh, uh," I stammered.

"This is the police, you filthy pig," the speaker crackled again. "Put both hands on your car and spread 'em"

"Oh shit," I muttered beneath my breath.

"Do it!" Her voice crackled through the loudspeaker when I hesitated. The seriousness of her voice suddenly made me realize I was in deep shit.

A lone female figure emerged from the car. I squinted, trying to make out more, but the flood light shone so brightly beside her it made it difficult to see anything else. All I could hear was the crunch of the gravel beneath her shoes as she approached me.

"Didn't your mother teach you manners?" the lady cop scolded. She tapped the nightstick in the palm of her hand. She was behind me now, poking the nightstick on the inner part of my thighs, urging me to "spread wider." I heard her holster the stick and she began frisking me. "Keep those hands on the hood or you'll spend the night in a hospital instead of jail." 

"But officer, I..."

"Shut the fuck up!" she barked, and pushed my head down. She started at my ankles and worked her way up my legs and sides. She then went back to my legs, my inner thighs to be exact. I felt her strong hands press hard against my balls. Her fingers traced the outline of my tool through my pants. "That's some weapon you have concealed there," she quipped. I smiled, and was about to offer a witty comeback when all of a sudden I was thrown to the ground with the deftness of a judo champion. I was lying face down, eating dirt, as I felt my arms being pulled back behind me and cuffed! 

"Get the fuck up, slob," she ordered as she helped me to my feet. She was behind me as she led me to the squad car and began reading me my rights.

"You have the right to remain silent..."

"Oh, shit," I muttered. I was being busted for peeing on a wall.

The cop swung open the rear passenger side door of the cruiser while placing her hand on the top of my head, helping me into the car. Once I was in, she gave me a violent shove, knocking me against the inside door.

What happened next is why I'm writing this.

First off, I was somewhat surprised that she was alone. I always assumed cops patrolled in pairs. Then she totally shocked me; while standing in front of the rear door window, she began undoing her belt and pants. I could only see her from the waist down, but make no mistake, she wiggled out of her pants and panties and opened the front door, placing them on the seat along with her belt. She then removed something from her belt and opened the rear door to join me in the back.

When the light hit me in the face I surmised a flashlight was what she had taken from her belt. I was quickly blinded again as she directed it into my eyes. She closed the door behind her.

"Okay, you filthy fuckin' slob. For peeing on that wall I want you to lick me where I pee," she demanded. She put one leg up on the back of the seat and spread them both. "In this hand I've got a mace canister, and if that don't work this flashlight will crack your head open like an eggshell. So don't be stupid Eat my pussy, perp!"

I was dumbfounded and hesitated again. She didn't like this a bit and reached forward and grabbed me by the ear lobe. I couldn't see a thing as she pulled my head down between her legs. I caught a whiff of her box just as my nose nestled into her pubes. 


"Lick it, bitch!" she demanded as she held my face firmly against her twat. My mouth was all over her cunt. She had large, elephant ear pussy lips, that mashed themselves against my face. Her box was dripping as she began bucking her hips. "That's it, do it. Eat me you fuck! Eat me good!"

She pulled her legs further back and ordered me to stick my tongue in her ass. Soon I was lapping up her tangy bung, and she was relishing every second. "Nice," she purred and dropped her legs a little. Again my tongue was in her snatch, gliding all over her fully erect clit. "Suck on my clit, perp. Suck it like it was a little dick. Hmmm.... You lick pussy good. Such a good clit-licker you are. Keep it up mother-fucker."

Beyond belief my tool was rigid and just bursting to escape from my pants. The cop kept right on bucking, staining my face with her juices.

"Yeah, perp, yeah! Ohhh, yeah!" she moaned, and after a few more delectable dealings of my tongue, she came, lifting her ass off the black leather back seat while grabbing a fistful of my hair.

After she finished creaming, she pushed me away hard and turned to get out of the car. That was the clearest view I got of her. She was still wearing her police hat. Her hair was tucked up beneath it. I couldn't be sure, but I think she was a brunette. As she climbed out of the car I got a bird's eye view of her well rounded ass and her tasty sphincter.

She walked around to my side of the cruiser and threw open the door. Again the beam from her flashlight pelted my tired eyes as she ordered me to get out of the car and sit on the ground. I did as I was told. She then took her foot, put it on my right shoulder, and with her leg, shoved me to the ground. I was flat on my back, my hands cuffed behind me, as I felt her pull down my zipper. She reached into my pants and unleashed my rock hard poker. She tore open a condom packet and wrapped my throbber. Soon she was straddling me, lowering her glistening cunt onto my aching dick. With the flashlight still trained on my face, she began humping my meat.

"Ahhh," she moaned loudly. "You've got a nice cock, perp. That's why I busted you. I saw it when you were peeing. It hung so nice."

"Oh yea?" I made the mistake of speaking.

"Shut the fuck up, lowlife! Speak only when you're spoken to!" she barked, and pounded her hips harder onto my tool. "Yesss," she hissed after a few more minutes of impaling herself on my boner. "I'm gonna come," she announced. She lifted herself off my schlong and stood above me. Suddenly droplets --of what I thought were pee-- began spraying all over the place from her twat. I guess that's what you call poetic justice, I get busted for peeing on a wall and part of my punishment was getting peed on, literally. But I was wrong, she wasn't tinkling at all; she was coming! She kept on spraying me as she moaned louder and louder. I'd never seen a girl ejaculate like this, and I wasn't seeing it now because of that fucking flashlight, but I sure felt it all over my cock, shirt and pants. When she was done, my clothes were drenched.

When her torrid cum-fest was over she calmly walked around to the cruiser and got dressed. A few seconds later she came back with the flashlight again, the beam of light hitting me in the face full blast. She helped me to my feet and undid the cuffs before pushing me down on the ground. "Jerk off for me, perp!" she demanded as she got into the squad car. "Don't come until I leave the block."

She put the cruiser into drive and spun the tires, leaving me in a cloud of dust while pulling on my hammer. I was on my knees, blowing a wad of load, as I watched the red tail lights of the cruiser turn the corner. Regretfully, I've never met that cop again, even though I often cruise that block with a full bladder.



Busted



One day I had gotten off work early and had came home in a horny mood. However, to my disappointment when I came home my wife was gone and there was a note saying she’d be back at three o’clock. That meant that I wasn’t getting any for at least six hours and even then I didn’t know if she would be up for it. 

I laid down and to a two-hour nap but when I woke up I was still in a horny mood so I put in a porno and sat on the end of the bed and started stroking my dick. I figured this was one way to help satisfy the horny mood I was in. I was into the movie and was enjoying jacking off and never heard the living room door open. I had left the bedroom door open, which is off of the living room. Because I had the volume on the television up I did not hear anyone come in. My wife had brought home some of her friends. She was going to let them borrow a movie we had just bought so they had stopped off at the house to pick it up. My wife had told them I was at work, so when they heard a noise coming from the room they thought maybe it was a burglar so they all three came to investigate the noise. When they reached the door they were shocked to see me totally naked jacking off on the bed, the television is on the opposite wall from the door so I didn’t see them in the door until I heard my wife say “Oh Shit”, which is exactly what I said when I turned and saw them. 

The two women quickly went back to the living room but my wife was still in the doorway laughing and saying she was sorry and had no idea I was home. I was mad, embarrassed and also very aroused by what had just happened. My wife was still standing there in the doorway when she said that I should finish what I was doing but she wanted to watch. I sat there for a minute collecting my thought when I decided why not. I grabbed my dick and started stroking it again while my wife watched. She stepped into the front of the room for a better view. I could tell all this had turned her on. She stood there staring with a smile of pleasure on her face watching when she said she wanted me to do this in front of all three of them in the living room. I told her I don’t think I could do it. She proceeded to tell me how much fun it would be and the she knew that her friends would love to watch me. She grabbed my arm and gently tugged saying “come on, please.” I reluctantly stood up, not believing what I was about to do. As I stepped into the doorway entering the living room, I saw the ladies sitting on the couch. My wife asked the ladies if they wanted a show and they said definitely. My wife walked me to the middle of the living room where I was now standing totally naked. She proceeded to sit down with the other ladies. She started telling me to stroke it because they wanted a show. 

I slowly grabbed hold of my cock and started stroking it again. I could hear the women take in a deep breath, excited about what they were about to watch. I was stroking it pretty good and really starting to get into it. Seeing how this was turning them on was really getting my blood flowing. I could feel that I was getting close to cumming and they could tell it too! They all three started cheering me on. That was all it took, I shot my cum across the room. Some landed on the lady sitting next to my wife. I heard one of them say “WOW that was awesome!” 

I was feeling a little weak in the knees so I went over and sat in a chair before I fell down. My wife looked at me and said, “Thanks sweetheart, that was great.” Then my wife and her friends stood up and said they better get back to work before they were late. She also told the other women that we should do this again some time. They all agreed then looked back at me sitting naked in the chair with cum still all over my dick, and asked if I wanted to do it again sometime. I told them any time they wanted I would be up for it. I told them that I had one condition, next time they would all have to strip if they wanted a show. They agreed and my wife went on to say, “Ok, lunch tomorrow at my house ladies,” as they walked out the door. Lunch tomorrow should be interesting!!



Busted



plz tell me wat u think of this and that will decided wether i rite more or not.....

One day Raven was innocently walking down a posh street in Finchley, when all of a sudden, something hit her. She fell, hitting her head on the floor as she landed . When she woke up she was in a room full of rock posters, chains and guys stuff. There were three guys in the room. Two of them were leaning over her; the other was in the corner crying. Raven immediately recognised them. They were her favourite band Busted . She tried to sit up. Her head throbbed with pain and so did her wrist. 

"No. Lie down. Just for now," James said .

"You really banged your head," Charlie said . Raven lay back down.

"What's wrong with Mattie?" Raven asked .

"He was the one who hit you, but I don't know why it's upset him," James whispered .

"Yeah, he's really beating himself up about it," Charlie said quietly, "You better get some sleep babe, we'll wake you when we're gonna eat," 

"Thanks Chase and you James. I'll talk to Mattie later," Raven said sleepily. She fell asleep.

She awoke with James gently shaking her. 

"How's your head? Oh, and your wrist?" he asked . 

"My head's fine," Raven said, "I just need some aspirin or something. My wrist still hurts but I'll live," Raven said with a smile. "Thank you so much for taking me in," Raven said as she gently took hold of James's shirt and pulled him closer. She kissed his lips gently as she curled her left leg around his waist. She kissed him harder. He slipped one had around her waist and the other found its way to her thigh at his waist. Raven moved her spare hand to the back of James's head . Raven's tongue snaked into James's mouth and started a battle with his own. She reached down and gently squeezed James's cock. James moaned softly into Raven's mouth. She gently ran her fingers through his hair then stepped back.

"We better get down for something to eat. They'll be wondering where we are," Raven said as she winked at James. They walked downstairs to where the others were. As soon as Mattie saw Raven he got up and ran to the back yard .

"Sorry about him," Charlie apologised . 

"It's ok," Raven said, "I'll talk to him later. After all he is sleeping in the same room as me. I'll talk to him when we all go to bed,"

"Good point," James said disappointedly. James wished Raven was in his room. They sat down for something to eat and talked about anything that came to mind . After, Raven helped the guys clear away, then she went and sat in the lounge with James. Charlie went to the back yard to talk to Mattie.

"So James What type of movie's do you like?" Raven asked him.

"Mainly horror even though they scare the shit out of me. I usually end up cowering behind Mattie or Charlie," he said rather sheepishly.

"Well you can cower behind me if you want. I wouldn't mind at all," Raven said with a grin. She leaned over and kissed him hard .

Mattie was in the back yard sobbing when Charlie came up behind him.

"Don't tell me you're still upset over what you did?" Charlie asked

"Well how would you feel if you were me and you hit someone as beautiful and as amazing as Raven and knocked her unconscious!?" Mattie shouted back.

"Well I suppose I'd feel quite bad, probably terrible." Charlie replied .

"It's even worse when you're in love with the person you've hit," Mattie mumbled .

"What, sorry I didn’t hear what you said," Charlie asked .

"Nothing," 

"You said something. What did you say?"

"I said it's even worse when you're in love with the person you've hit," Mattie said louder.

"T rue true. But you gotta talk to her about it or wait until tonight coz that’s when she said she was gonna talk to you," Charlie said .

"She's mad at me for hitting her isn't she?" Mattie said sadly.

"No. She isn't. She loves you and I'm not just saying that to make you feel better. She really does like you a lot. She was really concerned when she saw you were upset." Said Charlie disappointed that Raven didn’t love him instead . "Talk to her tonight, but come in and watch a movie with us before you go to bed . We don't want you getting ill from staying out here all evening." Charlie said with a grin, "Come on up you get." Charlie said as he pulled Mattie to his feet and kissed him. 

They both walked inside and sat down. Charlie sat in between Raven's legs against the couch and Mattie sat next to Raven on the couch with James on the other side. 

The movie was 10 minutes in when Raven turned to Mattie and whispered,

"I'm not mad at you, I'm just glad you're ok and that you didn't fall as bad as I did,"

Mattie smiled and leaned his head on Raven's shoulder, Raven placed her left hand on Mattie's thigh. She did the same for James and she crossed her ankles over Charlie's chest which brought a smile to his face. Throughout the film Raven continued to move her hand further and further up Mattie's thigh until it reached the top, then she uncrossed her ankles from Charlie's chest and swung them over his head and placed them over Mattie's lap. She then wrapped her left arm around Mattie's waist and she put her right arm over his left shoulder. Slowly as the film went on she ran her fingers down his chest until they reached his jeans. The room was very dark, the only light was from the TV and that wasn't much. You could hardly see your own hand in front of your face if you looked . Raven undid the top button of Mattie's jeans and undid the zip.

Raven kissed Mattie gently on the cheek as she reached into his boxers and took hold of his cock. Mattie was already hard so Raven decided she didn’t have to play games with him. She slowly moved her hand up and down as she kissed his lips gently at first then harder. He responded by kissing her back and wrapping his arms around her waist. At this point Charlie had fallen asleep and James was in the kitchen getting them all drinks. Mattie emitted a low groan as Raven intensified the pleasure he received . Raven kissed Mattie passionately as she moved her hand faster. Mattie groaned loudly enough to wake the whole street as he came hard . Just before he came Raven had leaned forward ready to swallow as much cum as she could handle. Just as Mattie came James walked in with the drinks, it was still dark so Raven and Mattie had time to recompose themselves. Raven quickly removed her hand from Mattie's jeans while he zipped them back up again. James sat down and gave them their drinks.

"Did you hear something earlier? It sounded as if the neighbours next door are having sex again," said James. Raven and Mattie just grinned at James. 

"Yeah I think it was, not sure though," said Mattie. They carried on watching the movie with Raven occasionally mucking around with them.

When the movie finished Charlie was still asleep and the others were really tired, so they decided to go to bed . Mattie and James went up to get ready for bed while Raven woke up Charlie.

"Good night gorgeous," James said as he kissed Raven good night.

"Night, night sexy, don't let the vampire's bite," said Mattie as he kissed Raven's neck gently before going upstairs.

"Night, night you two, sleep well," Raven said, "I'm gonna try and wake up this lump," she said as she pointed at Charlie. They both laughed and walked upstairs. Raven walked over to Charlie and kneeled down. She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. He awoke instantly and grabbed her and pulled her down on top of him.

"Now your mine," he said with a growl. Raven giggled and kissed him.

"So what were you two smiling about when I mentioned the neighbours?" James asked .

"Oh. Nothing, we just thought it was funny coz we heard the sound as well. It was louder than usual wasn't it?" replied Mattie. 

"Yeah. It sounded as if it came from the lounge it was so loud ." said James. "Well I'm off to bed; you behave yourself with Raven in your room. I know you almost too well."

James walked out and Mattie went into his room. James wondered if Raven hadn't actually fallen asleep herself. She'd been quite a while downstairs. He decided to go check it out. He walked across the landing and down the stairs only to find Charlie's shirt at the bottom.

"Charlie's a lucky guy," James whispered to himself as he walked further into the lounge. He heard someone moan so he decided to check it out. He walked to the end of the lounge and as it was still dark he couldn't be seen. He sat in a large chair and quietly watched . Charlie had Raven pinned to the floor. 

"What do you think Mattie would say if he caught us doing this?" Raven said,

"He'd kick the shit outa me," Charlie laughed, "But I dunno what James would do if he caught us."

Charlie leaned down and kissed Raven passionately. He ran his hands beneath her top across her back lifting it over her head . He threw it across the room and it landed in James's lap. James gasped just loud enough to alert Raven and Charlie. They froze.

"Someone's coming," whispered Charlie.

"It coulda been you if they hadn't of come downstairs," replied Raven playfully. "We better get upstairs now. We'll finish this tomorrow."

"Ok babe," answered Charlie. Raven kissed him good night and went upstairs. Charlie cleared up the rest of the mess and picked up his t-shirt then went to pick up Raven's. James jumped silently off the chair and skirted round the room and ran up the stairs, he was gone just as Charlie reached the couch.

Raven got into Mattie's room and noticed he was asleep.

"Innocent till he awakes," she whispered to herself. She walked over to his bed and set down her stuff. Her glass made a bang as she set it down; she quickly looked over at the camp bed Mattie was in. He didn't stir. She got undressed and put on one of Mattie's t-shirts then climbed into bed . Soon she was drifting off and asleep. About 3 hours later she awoke suddenly when she felt something in the bed with her. She leaned over to find Mattie was asleep next to her, or that’s what she thought until she felt his hand move up her thigh. He opened his eyes and smiled at her. He leaned across and gently kissed her. Raven threw the covers back and lay on top of him. She ran her hands down his chest as she moved down his body. She reached his boxers and pulled at the waistband until they were off. Her warm mouth closed around his swollen cock head and her tongue lolled back and forth under it. She moved her tongue and lips down to the base and lightly licked each ball. Then she kissed the underside of his shaft and made her way back to the head . She moaned seductively as she closed her eyes and seemed to enter a trance-like state. She moved her mouth up and down his shaft, sucking in as much as she could before it reached the back of her throat. She pulled her head back to tease him slightly before taking the whole of his cock again. Mattie moaned loud, clutching the side of the bed as his orgasm started . He came hard into Raven's throat. She swallowed it all then moved back up to kiss him. Then she put her arms around him and cuddled up to him.

"I love you and I mean it," she said as she closed her eyes.

"I love you to," Mattie said meaningfully as they both fell asleep in each others arms.

Raven woke up the next day still in Mattie's arms but he was lying on his side stroking Raven's cheek and smiling sweetly at her. When he had seen that she was awake he leaned forward and kissed her. 

"Good morning gorgeous. Did you sleep well?" Mattie asked .

"Like the dead," Raven answered . She leaned across and kissed him. Mattie pushed her onto her back and moved on top of her.

James was up already and sitting in bed . He didn't know anyone else was up. He remembered what he saw last night and he instantly got hard . He wondered if that type of thing was going happen every night. He hoped it did . He couldn't resist any longer. He got up and locked his door then he jumped back into bed . He reached into his bedside table draw and pulled out a picture of Raven he had taken while she was asleep.

"She looks so innocent," he whispered to himself. He reached down and took hold of his hard 10" cock and started to pump it with his fist.

Mattie had Raven pinned to the bed as he kissed every part of her he could reach. Raven flipped him over and pinned him down instead .

"Much better," she smiled sweetly. She moved forward and kissed him then kissed his neck and down his chest and back up again. Then she kissed his lips and took hold of his cock and slowly moved her hand up and down. She kissed him harder and moved her hand faster. Mattie moaned loudly and his breathing got heavier. He started to shudder as his orgasm approached .

James was pumping his fist hard when he heard Mattie moan. He stopped and jumped out of bed and ran up the hallway towards Mattie's room. The door was open slightly so he looked in. James started to jerk-off again while watching Raven and Mattie. Mattie was moaning louder now.

"Oh god yeh," he moaned as his orgasm started, when James saw this he immediately blew his load there and then causing him to collapse to the floor.

At this point Charlie was in the connecting bathroom listening in on Mattie and Raven.

He remembered that night and how if they hadn't heard someone coming he would have been as lucky as Mattie. James retired to his room and got dressed and went downstairs to get breakfast. Charlie did the same and joined him.

Mattie was on his back panting hard .

"You are…fucking amazing…I love you," he said,

"I love you too and I always will," Raven said as she kissed him then she got up and said "I'm off for a shower." With that she walked into the bathroom. Mattie got up and cleaned himself up then got dressed and joined Charlie and James.

When they heard Mattie coming downstairs they shut up quickly but didn't have time to hide their grins.

"What are you two grinning about?" he asked .

"Oh nothing. Nothing at all," Charlie sniggered .

"Oh god yeh…nothing," James said as he and Charlie dissolved into laughter.

"Oh you two are so perverted… you watched… that’s not right," Mattie said as he started laughing to. Raven walked downstairs with just her towel on and all three boys stopped laughing and their jaws dropped . Raven giggled and sauntered past them.

"Where's the coke?" she asked,

"D ..Down there," Charlie stuttered .

"Thanks Chase," Raven said as she bent down to get the bottle. As she did she heard all three boys groan at the sight she was giving them. She stood up and smiled at them while she poured herself a drink. 

"Good morning James," she said as she kissed him slightly snaking her tongue into his mouth. "Good morning Charlie," she said as she kissed him the same as James. "I'll see you two later." She winked at them and walked upstairs. 

"You are so lucky mate," James said . 

"I agree mate," Charlie said . Mattie just grinned and walked upstairs. "Where are you going now?" Charlie asked, 

"Breakfast mate," Mattie said as he grinned .

Mattie walked upstairs following Raven. He waited till she was in his room then he walked in and locked the door.

"I liked the show you put on for us downstairs," he said silkily. Then he moved towards Raven and started to kiss her. She kissed him back and started to remove his clothing till he was wearing nothing. Mattie pulled off Raven's towel and threw it to the side. Raven pushed Mattie onto the bed and crawled on top of him.

"Now this is what I call breakfast," he said . Raven's head swayed from side to side. Her eyes glazed over. The head of Mattie’s cock parted her wet lips. She strained upward reaching around his back grabbing his ass. Lowering himself gently feeling his cock glide smoothly into her softness. He was lost in her. Her pussy grabbed him tightly as she rose to meet the hardened shaft. Wrapping her legs around him she moved forward placing trembling lips against his hot mouth. Tongues intertwined as they lost themselves within each others passion. 

“Oh Matt...” she whispered again into his ear. “Fill me completely..make me melt around your cock.” 

Slowly, at first, then with greater urgency he began to move inside her. With each thrust a rush of heat came over him. Pulling him deeper inside her she moaned louder and louder. 

Mattie felt the pleasure begin to well up inside. He ached to spill deeply inside her. Then with little warning she clawed at his back heaving upward . 

“Oh... God .. Yes.” as she exploded in a torrent of pleasure. Unable to hold back a second longer he felt himself let go. From somewhere deep within he rushed outward savoring his own ecstasy. Hot cum rushed from his throbbing member. As the liquid filled her with incredible warmth Raven thrust a darting tongue into his mouth. Nearly out of breathe, his own tongue laced around hers. Sitting up slowly, he felt spent.

"I love you so much," Mattie panted .

"I love you to," Raven replied exhausted .

"I gotta go out for a bit today but I'll be back for you don't worry. You might have to watch out for James and Charlie coz they've got the hots for you," Mattie said,

"Ok honey," Raven said, a shiver of pure ecstasy rocketed down Mattie's spine. He grabbed her and kissed her deeply.

"I love it when you call me honey," Mattie breathed . Mattie and Raven got dressed and walked downstairs. Mattie told the guys he was going out for a bit then left.

"Well, well, well…what have we here? Two sexually frustrated gorgeous guys sitting in the kitchen with no-one to muck around with. James? Follow me," Raven said and she led James to the lounge. She grabbed James's T-shirt and pulled him closer to her. Her tongue snaked into his mouth and started a battle with his own. James ran his hand up her thigh which had made its way to his waist. She pushed him onto the couch and straddled him just below his waist. She found the zip on his jeans and it was undone in seconds. She pulled off his trousers and ripped off his shirt and threw them to the side. She reached down under the waist band of his boxers, took hold of his cock and started to move her hand up and down. James moaned loudly as all his sexual tension leaked out.

Charlie heard James moan and had to investigate. He got up and walked quietly to the lounge where he saw Raven and James entangled on the couch. He instantly got a boner. He ran and pulled a recording camera out of the draw. He ran back and flipped it on, and he started to film. Neither of them saw him until Raven looked up.

Raven kissed James passionately as James pulled open her shirt and exposed her 36 D tits. He groaned at their size. He took her left nipple into his mouth and gently sucked on it while his hand massaged the other. Raven moaned and tossed her hair back and that’s when she spotted Charlie. Knowing Charlie was filming them for his own pleasure turned her on even more. She winked at him then looked back down again.

"What would…you do if…Charlie was filming us?" Raven asked,

"I'd love it…I think he's fucking…amazing," James said, with that Raven signaled Charlie to come out and film us properly.

"Well it's your…lucky day James…Charlie is filming us." When James found this out and he saw Charlie walk out with a camera his orgasm ripped through him. He kissed Raven wildly and held on to her waist. He came hard and his cum hit Charlie on the arm. Once his orgasm had subsided he lay there panting. He looked at Charlie to see what his reaction would be. Charlie winked at James and licked James's cum off his arm as he walked towards him. 

Mattie was walking around London looking at all the different rings in the shop windows. Then he saw it. He walked into the shop and asked to see the ruby encrusted sterling silver ring. The shop clerk showed it to him. Mattie looked it over and decided it was the one. It was perfect. He bought it and started on his way home, singing as he went, planning when he should perform the deed.




Busted



By now Raven had the camera and Charlie was kneeling in front of James and had taken hold of his cock and was pumping it in his fist. James leaned forward and kissed Charlie passionately. James started to moan sensuously into Charlie's mouth as they kissed . James grabbed Charlie and pulled him closer to kiss him harder as his orgasm washed over him. He moaned loudly. Just then they all heard a key in the front door. Mattie was back home. Raven hid the camcorder and helped to distract Mattie while Charlie and James recomposed themselves. 

"Heya honey," Raven said as she ran towards Mattie and jumped into his arms. "How are you? Did you get what you wanted?"

"I'm ok babe and I did get what I wanted, I'll show you later. Where are the guys?" Mattie asked,

"They're in the kitchen, we've been chatting," Raven said loud enough for the guys to hear so they could come out of the kitchen.

"Cool. What you been chatting about?"

"Skateboarding mainly and how dangerous it can be but also how fun it is," Raven said . Mattie blushed and turned away. 

"Awww… did I remind you of when you hit me on your skateboard? I'm sorry," Raven said as she pulled him towards her and kissed him. She snaked her tongue into his mouth as she ran her hand up his T-shirt to caress his muscular chest. At this point James and Charlie walked in. Charlie had his arm over James's shoulders.

"So what did ya buy dude?" James asked,

"I'll tell u now," Mattie said, "Follow me." The guys followed Mattie to the kitchen and he told them what he'd bought. He'd bought Raven an engagement ring made with sterling silver and ruby encrusted .

"Bloody hell Matt, you must really love her!" James said a little too loud .

"Jesus Christ," Charlie said .

"What'd you get me then if you love me so much?" Raven said as she walked in. Mattie quickly hid the ring in his pocket. 

"You'll have to wait till later before I show you," Mattie said,

"Awww…Mathew James Willis…I wanna know now, please," Raven said .

"No. Your gonna have to wait," Mattie said . His cock stirred as she said his full name. 

"Aww…ok I can see who the dominating one is…I'll wait," Said Raven.

That day they all hung out watching movies, playing football in the park. When they all came home from the park James and Charlie went up for showers and left Raven and Mattie downstairs.

"I want to take you out tonight. I have something important to ask you," Mattie said "I'm gonna take a shower then I'll be ready."

"Ok. I'm gonna shower to then I'll be ready as well. I'll use James's shower," Raven said . Raven walked upstairs followed by Mattie. Raven grabbed a towel and walked to James's room.

"Heya James. Can I use your shower?"

"Yeh sure. I'll shower after you," he said

"Why don't you shower with me? It's quicker that way," Raven said with a wink.

"O..ok " James stuttered, with that Raven and James got undressed and turned on the shower. They both stepped in and just as James closed the door Raven grabbed him and kissed him, their wet bodies sliding against each other. Raven and James kissed passionately as Raven kissed down his body till she reached his cock. She licked the tip of it before taking it deep into her throat. She continued to deep throat him until he was close to his climax when suddenly Charlie walked in.

"James where's Raven?" he asked . As the shower door glass was frosted you couldn't see who was in it. James moaned from the pleasure he was receiving and tried to answer Charlie.

"D…dunno mate. I think sh…uh…she's downstairs," James managed to say just as his orgasm hit him.

"Thanks mate. See you downstairs after you're finished," Charlie said . Raven swallowed all his cum and stood up. She kissed him and washed her hair then got out and dried off before walking back to Mattie's room. James stood there for a while. That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had he thought to himself. He finished his shower then got out, dressed and went downstairs to meet Charlie.

"Heya honey, I'm ready now. I'm just finishing my make-up," Raven said,

"Ok babe. I'll be down in a minute," said Mattie. Raven finished off her deathly pale yet deathly dark make-up and went down stairs. When Raven walked downstairs she heard two guys moan softly. She crept down the rest of the way until she saw James and Charlie at it again. James was leaning on Charlie who was leaning on the unit in the kitchen. James looked like he was in control this time. They were kissing roughly as James jerked Charlie off. Raven watched on as she heard Charlie get closer to his climax. Mattie came down the stairs to find Raven hiding at the bottom. 

"What are you watching?" he whispered

"Look for yourself. It's amazing," Raven replied quietly. Mattie looked and gasped with surprise. He knew that if he watched this any longer he'd have to take Raven up to their bedroom and fuck her within an inch of her life. He let Raven watch again. Raven watched until Charlie hit orgasm. His whole body shuddered as his orgasm washed over him and he moaned loudly. Mattie was rock hard next to Raven so she turned round and grabbed him and kissed him hard, undoing his jeans, freeing his cock. She took hold of his cock and jerked him off. He came within seconds. Watching James and Charlie doing that turned him on immensely, even more when he imagined himself with them. Raven and Mattie recomposed themselves before walking into the kitchen. James and Charlie jumped apart and made conversation. Trying not to make anything obvious.

"So are you two coming to the party tonight? All our fans are gone be there," James said,

"Or are you two doing something different?" Asked Charlie.

"We'll be there but I wanna do something with Raven first. We'll meet you two there ok?" said Mattie. With that they all left and James and Charlie went to the party and Mattie and Raven went to a quaint little Italian restaurant. 

to be continued.



Busted



Gail Roberts looked at herself in the mirror. Truth time, she decided. Nothing like checking yourself out while nude to decide just what shape your shape is in. Overall, she decided, her shape wasn't too bad. Yes, her breasts sagged some but still looked good. Her nipples were chewed from nursing her children and her butt was bigger than it should be. Her legs still looked pretty darn shapely she thought. She stared closely into the mirror. Eyes still blue, hair still brown. Face still nice. She sighed. Nose still too big. And those damn "Character Lines" were giving her a lot more "Character" than she wanted.

Today was the day. Today she had made up her mind. Today she would no longer be the dutiful stay-at-home wife. She was going out and drink and dance and have a good time and... Gail's mind shied away from adding anything more to that train of thought. Time to get dressed.

She took out the hidden pair of fishnet stockings she had bought on her last shopping trip out of town. She put on the black garter belt she had purchased at the same time and carefully drew the stockings up her legs and attached them. She donned the matching black satin french cut panties and demi-bra that had made her blush when she bought them. With a sudden thought she slipped on her black high heels and strutted over to the mirror. She put one hand on her hip and did a bump and grind move.

"Damn, I'm HOT!" she giggled to herself. She looked defiantly at herself and pulled on the tight black dress she had chosen. Nearly tripping on one, she hastily took the heels off till she got the dress on. Sucking her breath in she pulled it up, got her arms through the straps and wiggled it into place. Low cut front and high cut hem, the dress left a lot less to the imagination than it hid.

Gail scooped up her pocketbook and her keys. She paused for a moment, wondering if she should leave her husband a note saying she had gone out. She shook her head. Had she lost her mind?. Even if he wasn't roaming all over the place she hardly was going to tell him what she was doing. She carefully locked the door behind her and got in her car.

The bar she ended up in front of was one on the far side of the county from her home. Safe as far as distance went, it was also a place no one she knew would be caught dead in. It was a honky-tonk that an acquaintance of hers at work had once said was "Nothing but juke box music, cold beer and people without last names." It sounded exactly what she was looking for. She was going to give herself an afternoon that she would never forget.

Inside the bar was dark and smoky. A chorus of "Shut the door" swelled up. she hastily let it close behind her, cutting off the bright sunlight. She walked over to the bar. Hoping her voice didn't betray her nervousness she sat on a stool and ordered a beer. She would have preferred wine, but felt it out of place here.

"Here ya' are, honey." the bartender said as he placed the beer in front of her. "Compliments of the corner table." Gail looked over to where four middle-aged white guys seemed to be holding court along with a couple women. They waved to her. Mustering her courage again, she sauntered over to them and when one pulled out a chair she sat down.

Introductions were fast and only half heard. She caught the girl with the blonde hair was Dixie and that a couple of the guys were Stan and Hank. Beyond that she didn't care much. The juke box was playing some good music, when she finished a beer they bought her another one and she was only here for the afternoon. "So let the good times roll," she thought to herself.

Gail was dancing with someone, she thought his name was Hank, when the door opened and this time stayed open. Hank lifted his head to holler the now familiar "Close the damn door" comment but he didn't. Instead he drew a quick breath. "Shit," he mumbled. She felt him pull slightly away from her. She had been really excited by feeling his hard cock against her stomach and wondered what was going on and turned her head. She had to squint into the light pouring through the doorway until she saw what had everyone backing away. A cop standing in the doorway. She knew this bar was not in any city limits and wondered who would have called the Sheriff's Department. Just then he moved into the bar and she realized it was a state policeman.

"Wonder why he's here," Hank commented under his breath. "They usually keep clear unless they're looking for someone or get a complaint." Everyone was drifting off the dance floor, trying to keep away from the lone cop. If he noticed any of that, or seemed to be at all intimidated by the hostile looks he was getting it didn't show. He wasn't that tall, maybe 5'10 and stockily built, but he had an air that as much as said "Don't start no shit and there won't be no shit." Gail almost smiled. That was one of her husband's favorite expressions. Where did that thought come from?

The trooper stood by the bar and talked to the bartender. The bartender shook his head several times. apparently growing impatient the cop leaned over the bar, put his stern visage right up the the bartender and seemed to utter one short sentence. Cowed, the bartender looked around the room. Gail stiffened as his gaze landed on her and then his finger pointed directly at her. The trooper looked at her, nodded at the barkeep and all but marched over to her.

"May I see some identification please, Miss?" Phrased as a question it most certainly was not one and Gail hurried to the table to collect her pocketbook. Her hands were shaking a bit as she found her driver's license. What was happening? This was supposed to be an afternoon of cutting loose and adventure. Now she might be in trouble.

"Is this your name, Miss?" he asked her, holding her license so he could compare the picture with her face. "And is this your current address?" All the beer she had drunk tempted her to give a smart ass answer but she pulled herself under control and simply nodded. "Please come with me, Miss." He took her arm firmly and guided her towards the door.

"Hey, what's this all about?" demanded Hank. Unsteady on his feet, the beer was making him brave.

"None of your business, mister, " the trooper told him curtly. "Unless you'd like to go where she's going?" Hank was taller and heavier than the officer but the cop's cold stare defeated the bigger man. He moved aside.

Once outside in the sunshine Gail looked at the officer. "Please," she said. "Please tell me what's going on."

"Miss, I didn't want to read your name out loud in there to avoid embarrassing you, but its simple. You're under arrest for solicitation." She looked blankly at him. "For prostitution," he elaborated.

Gail's mouth dropped. She struggled for words. "That's absurd!" She burst out. "I'm no prostitute. You can call my husband and he'll... he'll..." Her voice trailed off as she thought, "He'll go wild is what he'll do."

"Miss," the officer said. "This isn't my decision to make. Please turn around and place your hands on the car."

Gail trembled but complied. The officer quickly searched her, using the back of his hands rather than the palms. Then he gently but firmly brought one of her hands behind her back. Gail felt the cold metal ring encircle her wrist as the handcuff snapped around it. She tried to protest but he paid no attention, briskly securing her other hand. After he checked to make sure both hands were securely fastened behind her back he opened the back door to his cruiser and carefully seated her in it, making sure her head did not hit the door frame. He closed the door, got in the front seat and drove off.

Gail frantically searched her mind as they headed down the road. She had to come up with something, anything, to get herself out of this situation.

"Officer, please don't do this. I'm not a hooker, just a woman who was looking for one afternoon away from home to get a little wild. I have a husband and children for god's sake. Just this arrest could destroy everything for me. I'll do anything you want, ANYTHING. Please don't take me in." Gail begged.

"Miss, I understand your problem, but I don't determine guilt or innocence. That's a judge's responsibility. Perhaps you can talk to him tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? What do you mean?" Gail demanded, her heart sinking.

"Well, the courthouse closes early on Wednesday. You can call someone to come post your bail today, though, and come back tomorrow," the cop answered her.

"Oh God, I can't do that. The only person I could call would be my husband and he'd kill me. Please," by now Gail was almost sobbing, "I will do anything to make this go away. Do you want to fuck me? I'll suck your cock, anything you want." Gail couldn't believe the words were even coming out of her mouth. She never talked like that.

A disbelieving snort came from the front seat. "I appreciate your offer." He looked in the rear view mirror at Gail. "You are quite a sexy woman. But let's face it. You would be putting me in a situation where you could get ME thrown in jail. And if you're worried about your husband, let me assure you that compared to the wrath of my wife I suspect you have nothing to fear."

"No, I mean it," insisted Gail. She, astoundingly, considering the situation she was in, blushed. She looked in straight in the eyes. "I went out this afternoon dressed like this specifically to have a exciting time. I didn't expect exactly this, but I realize," she hesitated, then plunged on, "I realize that this entire situation has me just incredibly excited. I wanted wild sex. And right now I can't think of anything wilder than fucking a cop. Like this. NOW. I've put myself in a position where not only do I want to do this, but I can't say anything about it after."

For a long moment the officer just drove. Then he slowed the cruiser and turned down a dirt road. Still silent, he took them up to an abandoned, falling down barn and parked behind it. He got out, then opened the back door and helped her out. He removed his gun belt and carefully placed it inside the front of the vehicle. He turned to her and spoke.

"This is how it's going to be. I'm not uncuffing you only to have you run somewhere. When we're done I'll drive you back to your car and send you on your way. Do you understand?" Gail nodded, frightened and at the same time so aroused she felt her panties actually wet already. "Good then," he continued. "Get on your knees then."

Gail knelt clumsily behind the patrol car, trembling as the trooper unzipped his uniform pants. He pulled out an already hardening cock. Holding it in one hand he slapped it against each of her cheeks. She studied it as he brought it to her lips. The full head topped a respectable 6 or 7 inches and it seemed normal in girth. Perhaps not the mammoth cock she dreamed of sometimes, but she had been lusting for one this afternoon anyway and this would be fine.

She leaned forward, her hands still cuffed behind her back, and opened her mouth just a bit. Slowly she slid her lips over the head. She paused a moment to let her tongue wiggle against the slit, already wet with a tiny bit of precum. The she worked down over his rigid shaft, taking him in bit by bit. It wasn't easy, Gail was not a very proficient cock sucker. When his cock touched the back of her mouth she almost gagged.

"Oh no you don't," snapped the cop. "This is a clean uniform and I'm not going to be explaining to my wife why some slut threw up all over it. Relax and take it all in. His hand touched the back of her head, urging her on. "You want to get out of this? We can still head on to the jail after all." 

Gail almost sighed with a mouth full of hard cock. He was right. She remembered reading a sexy story once and decided to try what it said. "How DO you relax your throat?" she wondered, but tried doing it. Suddenly the pressure on the back of her head, mixed with the attempt to curb her reflexes and something gave way. Her nose smacked against his groin and she realized she had swallowed his whole cock 

Somehow, amazing as it seemed, Gail felt a perverse sense of accomplishment. She had done it. She slid her lips all the way back up till she held only the head in her mouth. She sucked on it, then pressed down again. This time there was no hesitation or fumbling. Her lips caressed the stiff cock all the way down its length till she reached bottom. With that she fell into an frantic rhythm, her head pistoning up and down. She relentlessly maintained the suction, keeping her lips closed tightly on him.

The cop moaned. Then he caught her head and pulled her back off him. "That's enough of that; for right now anyway." Get up. He put his hands under her arms and lifted her to her feet. For one brief moment Gail thought it was over. The he turned her to face the hood of his squad car. He put one arm in the middle of her back and pushed. "Bend over," he commanded.

Gail complied, almost falling as she did. Her upper body lay along the hood with her hands still cuffed behind her. The trooper pushed her skirt up and pulled her panties aside with one finger. "Say, I think you've been enjoying this. Pretty wet there, " he chuckled. Gail felt him pull the crotch of her panties away and the head of his cock press up to her slit. She knew she was indeed very wet there. Somehow the whole thing was taking on the excitement she had been looking for when she first left her house.

"Yes, come on, fuck me, she moaned with her cheek against the metal of the car hood. "Take me."

With one swift movement her arrester did just that. His hands pulled her panties so hard they tore. Then his hips slammed forward and his cock buried itself all the way in her pussy. He held her there as his hands moved to her hipbones and pulled her right back until his balls slapped up against her.

"GOD," Gail all but screamed as his stiff prick rode all the way up inside her. She stood all the way up on her toes as though trying to ease the complete penetration of her cunt. In spite of that when his hips moved back drawing his cock partially out of her she immediately dropped back onto her feet to keep as much of him in her as she could. Then it was back on her toes again as his fingers dug into her and pinned her down for his cock to ram back into her again.

Gail couldn't believe the sensations. The trooper's cock filled her up as she had never experienced before. On top of that she realized that being taken as she was no longer was something she had to endure. It had become something she wanted, something she needed.. The whole helplessness of her position turned her on as she never thought it could. Her moans became ones of passion as she begged him to fuck her.

"Come on, fuck me hard. Treat me like the slut you think I am. Hard, give it to me hard," she demanded. His hips seemed to take up speed. Suddenly his rough hand slapped against her ass and Gail went crazy.. "Yesssssssss, come on, spank me, turn my ass red. Teach me a lesson. FUCK MEEEEEE."

The cop replied by his work-hardened hands slapping each cheek in turn till Gail knew they were pink. He ground his groin against her ass, the burning where he rocked against her making her even hotter. She did scream as her first orgasm took her. He continued to fuck her, almost brutally by now. She rode his cock through the waves of pleasure that continued to build, one after another, taking her to a pinnacle she had not been for years.

"Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he cried out as he drove one last time into her and held there. His fingers dug into her as she felt his cock swell to completely fill her. She felt the first blast of hot cum squirt up in her. Her muscles tightened and she milked him, draining him into her as she matched his wild orgasm with one of her own.

"Oh Yessssssssssssssssss, Oh my God." Gail bucked and slammed her body back against his. She wanted this moment to last forever. It seemed to, as he rode her every movement, as though he was determined to make it last as long as she wanted it. 

Finally he pulled out of her. He lifted her back up and turned her around to face him. He looked at her. "Cleanup," is all he said, and all she needed to hear. She fell back to her knees and used her mouth to suck hs and her own cum off his cock. She then cleaned his balls and legs. He finally zipped up and grunted gruffly, "Let's go."

He helped her back in the patrol car. First, he got a towel of some sort out of his trunk and put in on the seat for her to sit on. "No leaking on my upholstery," he cautioned her. It did help soak things up. By the time they returned to the bar she felt she could get out with out putting on some kind of a show.

Following her directions, he pulled the cruiser up by her car. He helped her out, quickly uncuffed her and, of all things, opened her car door for her. She sat down. He looked at her. "Don't ever let me see you out here again," he warned her. He then closed the door, went back to his patrol car and waited till she left the parking lot. She saw him leave in her rear view mirror and she drove straight home.

Gail staggered into her house and locked the door behind her. She leaned on it, taking a deep breath. She looked ruefully at her torn outfit. She tossed the heels she had been carrying into a corner and walked to the bathroom off the master bedroom. She checked the clock on the way and realized she still had time before the children got home from school. Looking at the ruins of her outfit she was glad of that.

Kicking the bathroom door closed she shed the remnants of her clothing and turned the water on. Once it was nice and hot she stepped in and close the shower door. She began to shampoo her hair and had just reached for the body wash when a cool blast of air swept over her. A pair of arms wrapped around her and pulled her back against a firm body.

"Hey there," her husband said. "What kind of a day did you have?"

Gail turned to face him. She looked in his eyes and then away. As her gaze traveled out the open bathroom door she frowned and spoke. 

"Daniel!" she exclaimed. "I hope you hung your uniform up instead of scattering it all over the floor. You've only got one other clean one left and you have to wear it tonight."

Trooper Daniel Roberts laughed as he hugged his wife. "Quit picking on me honey, I've had a hard day." His eyes twinkled. "You wouldn't believe the arrest I made this afternoon."

(Yes I know, always trying to make a final twist in the story. Hope you liked it. Let me know please. like everyone else here, I adore feedback. If you didn't like, let me know that too and why. I always want to try to get better at my writing. Ah, no marriage proposals please. Thanks.) 



Busted



After a long day of shopping I was heading home and thinking about how late I was, and how you would react to it. I was getting more worried by the second, wondering what you had gotten up to while waiting for me. After parking the car and getting the shopping from the back seat I was heading to the front door when I noticed that there weren’t any lights on, just the glow from the computer screen in the office. I figured you must have gotten hooked on what you were doing online and didn’t notice it had gotten dark, and hadn’t turned any lights on yet. 

While walking past the window I saw a fuzzy outline of you reclined in your office chair, one foot on the desk. Smile on my face I decided to take the opportunity of watching you without you knowing it and moved closer to the window. 

I was only shocked for a second to see that you had your hand in your lap; I couldn’t make out exactly what you were doing through the curtains, so I moved over and put the bags on the door step to open the door. Once it had opened I heard rather loud moaning as though someone was having fantastic sex. I could only imagine what you were watching.

Putting the bags on the bench I presumed the sound was up too loud for you to notice I had come home. A plan started to hatch in my head, I ran quickly into the bedroom and put on my sexiest red teddy, fairly sheer fabric and it left nothing to the imagination. I moved close to the door of the office and poked my head around. With your back to the door you still hadn’t noticed I was there, I wanted a look at what you were watching before I let on I was there.

Slowly moving into the room I looked over your shoulder to find that you were not actually watching two people having sex, you were watching three people and they looked very familiar. It was you and I and my friend from the gym that I had brought home for us to play with last week. I hadn’t realised that you had the web cam on in the upstairs bedroom while we were playing, obviously recording the events for prosperity. A glance at you told me that you were thoroughly enjoying what you saw, your hand wrapped around your swollen cock, pre-cum sliding from the tip. 

Quietly I walked up to stand behind you, something alerted you to the fact I was there and your leg came off the desk and your hand stopped what it was doing and you spun around in your chair so fast you leg hit mine and I toppled onto your lap. Giggling I said “having fun Mr? “ The shock showed on your face for only a second before you grabbed onto me and kissed me. After a few minutes you start talking a mile a minute telling me that you’re sorry that you had taped the session last week but that you thought I would enjoy it down the track. Reassuringly I kissed you again and turned the chair around so we could both watch the computer screen. There we were fucking this other woman, you cock was in her pussy my tongue licking it as it entered her, very quickly I was getting wet and wriggling on your lap. 

Your cock was stirring again under my ass, so I took it in hand and rubbed it, the moans coming from your throat told me you were quite enjoying the situation you had gotten into. The lace covering my pussy was getting wetter by the second, and I could smell my own juices. You must have been able to as well, positioning the chair so I could put my legs on the desk either side of the screen your hand pushing aside the sopping wet lace and without hesitation slide two fingers into my waiting hole. The sight of us on the screen and your fingers quickly moving in and out of me drove me to my first orgasm. Your cock pushing against my ass had grown in size and badly needed attention, I got off your lap and kneeled between your legs and took the head of your cock into my mouth, wriggling my tongue back and forth on the tip, holding the shaft in one hand I moved up and down on your cock, pre-cum flowing freely, it tasted sooo good I could help but move faster up and down your shaft, my hand pumping along with my mouth. 

You must have been close to cumming when I walked in because it didn’t take long for you to grab my hair and hold me still while you took your cock from my throat and pumped it until cum streamed all over my face, my tongue greedily darting out to get each drop. Once the spurts had stopped you rubbed the head over my lips and face, which just made me hotter than hell. I stood and straddled your legs on the chair quickly slamming my pussy onto your cock before it had a chance to go down. I was feeling like a wild woman on a mission, bouncing up and down on your cock. My nipples were aching with need, “bite them I told you, of course it didn’t take you long to rip the front of my teddy down and suck and bite on my nipples, making me slide up and down your pulsing cock faster, I could hear our moans mingling with the ones coming from the computer. 

Gripping the back of the chair over your shoulders, I pushed my tits into your face and raced towards the goal of cumming all over your gorgeous cock. I could feel the muscles in my pussy tighten around your shaft which set of a chain reaction, as my pussy pulsed its fragrant tasty juice all over your cock, and I felt the hot sensation of you cum filling my pussy. Taking in great gulps of air I relaxed onto your lap kissing you, our chests heaving with exhaustion. 

This is my first submission so some feedback would be fabulous, hope you enjoyed :-)



Busted Again!



My wife Gabby knew I was Bi-sexual before we ever dated. But since we started dating I have not been with anyone but her. 

We have been married for 15 years now. We have a good sex life but like many other people I still masturbate sometimes.

Like last Saturday. I woke early and had a cup of coffee and sat at the computer. It started off pretty innocently checking email. I decided to clean out my spam folder so I opened it and found some of the items in there humorous. 

One of the spam mails caught my eye; it had a picture of some guy with a big cock getting sucked. Well, it spiraled from there. 

I started to search for porn sites and found one that had free videos and I started scrolling thru the categories. The category that caught my eyes was cock sucking. I love to have my cock sucked and I remember for a moment that I used to love to suck them as well so I clicked it. Up came a bunch of boxes with movies I could choose from, to my surprise all the preview pictures where guys sucking other guys. 

I paused for a moment because that is something I haven't seen or thought of in many years. I decide to watch one. 

It starts of some guy dressed as a cop and he is arresting someone named Guy and he takes him in for interrogation and cuffs him to a chair in the middle of a room. 

The cop asks Guy where he was the night before.

Guy responds "at home with my wife."

The cop calls him a liar and tells him he is going to talk as he turns and locks the door. The cop then walks up to the guy and unzips his pants and pulls his big 10" cock out and smacks Guy across the face with it a few times. 

Somehow Guy ends up sucking the hell out of the cops cock. 

I have to admit it was a really nice looking cock and I would have sucked it.

So here I am watching this all alone and getting worked up, so I pull my cock out and start stroking it while watching. 

At one point the cop is just fucking Guy's face so deep almost all of that 10" cock is disappearing, I pull my cock out of my boxers and I am dripping pre-cum like mad. 

I look on my desk but no tissues anywhere after, all I did not plan this, so I decide to lick all the pre-cum off my hand and then I start pumping away on my cock again. 

Needless to say I didn't make it much further in the movie and I had to cum but again no tissue So I grab my coffee cup and I shoot my huge load into my coffee.

Just as I finish I hear clapping I turn and Gabby is standing there with a big grin. 

I don't know what to do or say. 

I start to say sorry.

Gabby stops me and says "I knew you were into men before we met I just never got to watch it before, it was hot!"

Gabby then asks if I was picturing myself as the cop or as Guy. 

I answered "Guy". 

She says "so it's like I just got to watch you suck a big cock."

Gabby smiles at me and tells me "you better drink all that coffee and don't waste any of it."

So I drank every last drop.

The story isn't over yet.

I guess Gabby really enjoyed the idea of the video because she asked me for the link went straight for her computer after she asked. 

Later that day I was kicked back in my recliner and Gabby walks out to me with a Ziploc baggy in her hand. 

Gabby leans over and kisses me and tells me she loved what she saw this morning and that she wants to see more of my bi-sexual side in the future. 

I'm not sure where she was going with this but I said "ok" immediately and told her I would do anything she wants all she had to do is ask. 

Gabby smiled and handed me the Baggy and said "you need to jerk off at least once a day every day this week and when you cum catch it in that zip lock then bring it to me."

I said "ok" and asked "why?"

Gabby smiled and said "just do it" and walked out of the room. 

I got up and went to the bathroom and stroked out my first deposit and immediately took it to her. She smiled and walked over and put it in the freezer way in the back behind stuff so no one else would find it.

I did this all week as she requested, some days I even sneaked the Ziploc baggy out and did a second load. By the end of the week the Ziploc baggy was full about a cup of my seed I would guess. 

On Tuesday I came home from work. There was a package at our front door with Gaby's name on it so I picked it up and brought it in where I was greeted by Gabby so I gave her the package.

Gabby got excited and ran off with the package. When Gabby came back I asked what was in the package and she told me that I'll find out soon enough.

I go about my daily routine and actually forget about the package. 

The next day when I come home I open the door and walk in, as I get to the kitchen entrance Gabby steps out in this hot little cop uniform.

Gabby says "alright mister you are under arrest!" 

My jaw drops, she looks incredible, my cock starts to get hard! 

Gabby says "you're going to have to cum with me downtown "

Gabby grabs my arm and forcefully pulls me down the hall and into the bedroom and pushes me into a chair she has in the middle of the room. 

Gabby tells me to put my hands behind my back, which I immediately do and Gabby cuffs them to the chair. 

Gabby asks "Where were you last night?"

I say "home with my wife".

Gabby calls me a liar and turns and locks the door.

Gabby says "you're going to talk!"

Gabby then walks past me and goes into the bathroom behind me. She is in there for about 5 minutes.

When Gabby comes back out she says "are you going to talk?"

I just look into her beautiful eyes and try not shoot my load in my pants!

What Gabby does next surprised the hell out of me!

Gabby unzips her shorts and reaches in them and flops out this big 8"dildo and she slaps me in the face with it!

My pants are soaked with my own pre-cum at this point.

Gabby turns back and grabbed a bottle of flavored lube and squirts some on the dildo and stokes it like she's jerking off.

Gabby then starts rubbing the tip of the dildo on my lips while asking me again where I was last night. 

I say "I don't know

Gabby replies "you were out sucking a big cock without your wife knowing about it weren't you?"

I respond "Yes!"

Gabby then tells me "you're going to show me how you were sucking that big cock right now!"

As Gabby slides the head of the dildo into my mouth. I proceed to give her a blow job. The whole time Gabby is telling me how hot I look sucking that big cock and telling me things to do like, just lick the shaft up and down, lick the tip and now take in as much of it as I can, etc.

Gabby made me suck her cock for about 15 minutes. I don't think either of us realized how long we were going at it because it was frigging great! 

At this point Gabby had a hand full of my hair in her left hand and she was fucking my mouth.

Gabby says "oh yeah! oh yeah!, I'm going to cum!"

To my surprise Gabby unknowingly reached into her right pocket and started pumping a bulb that was attached to the dildo in my mouth.

It squirted out the now thawed cum from the baggy that I had saved for her all week!

I guess Gabby had stuck the baggy in her panties for an hour to warm it to body temp then sucked it up into the dildo and now she was shooting it right into my mouth!

I almost choked because I was not expecting anything to come out of this dildo!

So I backed off the cock for a moment to catch my breath but she was fine with shooting a few shots across my face while watching me.

Gabby then asks "do you want to eat the rest of it?"

I tell her "yes!"

Gabby shoves it back in my mouth and slowly pumps one shot at a time to let me gobble it all up.

Once empty, Gabby makes me lick the cock clean and then leans down and she licks some of the cum off my face and gives me a big kiss!

Wow!

Gabby smiled at me and said "next time I arrest you, it's your ass!"

I hope story 2 comes soon! 

I still can't believe it actually happened and that my wife bought an outfit, a squirting dildo with strap-on kit and cuffs.

By the way just after she un-cuffed me, I fucked that cop good!



Busted, Almost



"Oh, my God! What are you doing?"

I was suddenly in that place between dreaming and being awake.

"Mark, get your hand off her butt! Both of you get up right now!"

"Kids? What have you been up to? Whose beer is this?"

Now I was awake and my brother was stretching.

"Do you hear me? Stop that and get up right this moment!"

Mom and Dad had gotten back from their evening and, apparently, they didn't like what they saw.

"Did y'all have a party here?"

"Um, no, Dad.'

We were both in Dad's recliner with it all the way laid back. We were kinda facing each other but I was more on top of him and our faces were so close we could lick each other if we wanted. Both my top and bottom arms were wrapped around him and his top hand was cupping my butt through my panties.

"Well, how do you explain this?" He was holding up two beer cans.

"We, us, er, well, we were watching TV and got the idea we wanted to try some beer and see what the fuss is all about."

"So you just decided you could get drunk with my beer?"

"No, Dad. It's not like that. Actually, we don't even like it." Mark was pointing at one can. "See, we couldn't even drink both of them."
"Yeah, Dad. How do you drink that stuff? It's awful." I was pretty much awake now and saw that it was about 1:30.

"That doesn't change anything. I want you two to quit feeling each other up and get out of that chair."

"Mom, we're not doing anything."

"Well, how do you explain his hand on your butt and your top looking like that?"

I was wearing a tee top I'd cut off just below my nips. The bottom of it kept rolling up and it would expose my whole breast if I wasn't careful. Apparently that's what had happened and my bare boobs were pressed against Marks bare chest. He was wearing loose running splits and I had on a pair of skimpy panties.

"Did you just think you could make out and ... who knows what while we were gone and you wouldn't get caught???"

"Mom, it's not like that." Except that I felt his boner poking on my thigh and I didn't want to get up right now and have them see it.
"Really. We were just watching TV and fell asleep." It really was except part of what we were watching was porn!

"Why don't you just tell us what really happened here tonight?"
"Well, we were swimming and then Janine came over. We wanted to have a pa..., uh, a celebration since we're all over 18. After a while we got hungry so she called her brother and he came over with some pizza and drinks."

"DRINKS?"

"No, Dad, nothing bad, just some root beer."

"Yeah, go check the trash if you want."

"It's OK, I believe you."

"And I know you don't want us having people over but you know how Janine is over all the time to see Brenda I figured it would be OK. So we all swam a while and then dried off to eat."

"That's right. We didn't even drip water on the floor."

"So that's when your party started?"

"No! We didn't have a party."

"They just stayed and watched TV for a while. I guess we fell asleep and they went home. We haven't really been out of this chair."

"So how do you explain the beers and the way you're dressed?"

"Or, not dressed?"

"We had to get out of our wet swimsuits." I pointed at them drying on the clothesline in the yard.

"So you just decided to wear your underwear around your friends???"

"Mom! We've all seen each other before."

"They were in their underwear, too?"

"Well, um, no."

"No, their underwear were wet from swimming so they put their clothes back on."

"How do you explain you and your brother making out in the chair and groping each other?"

"We weren't groping each other exactly!"

"Really, we were just cuddling is all." I tried to wipe some drool off his shoulder with my tee and adjust it again to keep it from rolling up and showing my nips.

"And not in *that* way. We were just watching some Friends he saved and then Monk and then a Bond movie was on. I guess we just fell asleep.'

"What about his hand?"

"What about it? Besides, it felt nice." I could tell Mark wanted to ask about that.

"Why were you in the chair together?"

"He was there and something funny happened on TV and I crawled up on him and started tickling him and then we just ended up staying there."

"OK, I guess."

"Y'all just go on up to bed and your father and I will talk about it. And get rid of those panties, you can see clear through them!"

We cleared away the trash, Mark held the pizza box in front of him and went on up to bed.

He was brushing his teeth when I went in to pee. Our bedrooms share a bathroom and I didn't know he was in there. Neither of us really ever locked the door to the other's bedroom. Well, Mark did sometimes if he had a date staying over and it was more to make her feel OK than for his privacy.

Me and him had never done anything really sexual together but we'd seen each other naked a lot and didn't mind sharing the bathroom. We could even change clothes next to each other without freaking out. And we've slept together a bunch of times. Not for sex or any special reason but more just because we didn't feel like being alone. I always liked being cuddled. It made me feel warm and loved.

"It's a good thing they didn't look in the DVD player."

"Yeah, no kidding. I'm going down in a bit to get the DVD out before they find it."

"You don't need to, brother! I got it out and stuck it in my panties while you were getting up and picking up the trash."

"Wow, thank God!" Mark hugged me, relieved we didn't get caught with that.

"Where did you get it anyway?" I peeled down my panties and sat on the toilet.

"I'm not supposed to tell anyone, I promised. Brad gave it to me."

"He's kinda weird."

"Yeah, but he's got great porn!"

"I had no idea stuff like that even was out there!"

"Damn! That was the hottest stuff I'd ever seen!"

"Tee hee, I could kinda tell."

"Huh?"

"Um, your dick. It was poking me so hard I thought I'd have a hole in my hip."

"Well, I, er, I couldn't do anything about it. And with you there pressing on me that kinda made it worse."

"So, are you going to, um, you know?"

"Yeah, I need to real bad!"

"Kewl!"

The movie was about some girls that had a baby sitter club and to join they had to have video of them doing something wild. It was real amateur porn, you could tell because it was taped with home video cameras and everybody helped with the production. One girl hit on the dad when he took her home. Another flashed a whole bunch of people and did some group stuff at a party.

There was an hour of a sleepover this girl had and they were all making out and fooling around when the girl's brother knocks on the door. Soon they were doing stuff on him at the same time.

"Kewl?"

"Well, yeah! Janine says I'm lucky."
"How?"

"Because I get to be with you all the time." I wiped and flushed then stepped out of my panties and put them in the hamper. "She thinks you're hot and she didn't believe that we see each other all the time."

"So, is that why you said we should strip to our underwear and you got in the chair with me?"

"Well, yeah, kinda. That and because I like being with you."

"Thanks, Bren! I like spending time with you, too. But, me and Janine, we dated for a while."

"Yeah, I know. That's why she thinks I'm lucky. Did you see her eyes when I got in the chair with you?"

"No, I wasn't exactly looking at her."

"Really? I thought she was going to lose it when my bare boobs were touching your chest."

"I thought I was going to lose it then, too!" Mark laughed. "I mean like I am now!" He was staring at my bare mound.

"That's sweet, Mark! Besides, Mom said to get rid of my panties!" I giggled and gave him a big hug. "It was kinda neat with you holding me like that tonight."

"Can you imagine if Mom and Dad had come home with that porn on???"

"Oh, my God! We'd be dead!"

"I thought they were going to get pissed about the beer."

"I kinda think Dad's glad we did it here and not when we were out somewhere." Mark reached around me from behind while I was brushing and adjusted my tee which had rolled up again. "Hey, thanks, babe!"

"Yeah, I don't think we'll get in trouble about that."

"Mark?"

"What, Bren?"

"Do you, um, wanna sleep together tonight?"

"I dunno. What if they come up and check on us?"

"Do you really think they will? I mean, after coming home late like this and all. I think they're probably either doing it now or they're sound asleep already."

"You're probably right. I guess so. And, we could talk more about the movie and all."

"Let's go sleep in my bed, OK?"

"Why, so you can tell Janine about it?"

I couldn't help giggling again. "Yeah, especially when I tell her this part!" I pulled off my tee top.

"Are you sure you wanna do that?" He turned and held his towel in front to hide the sudden growth in his shorts.

"Um, sure. I mean we're just gonna sleep? Right?"

"Well, yeah. We're not like those people in the porn! Do I need to, I mean, should I take off my shorts?"
"Janine will never believe me if I tell her that."

We went in my room and got in bed. Mark left his shorts in the hamper in the bathroom.

"You know how Mom and Dad thought we were making out?"

"Yeah."
"Wanna try it?

"Well, I guess we could, just for fun. Are you gonna tell Janine about it?"

"I might." I leaned into him and when my breasts touched his arm it felt like a shock all the way through my body. Our lips touched and I started trembling all over. "I know this is just for fun but you sure are a good kisser!"

"Yeah? Thanks! I haven't even put any moves on you yet."

"You want to? You can do anything you want!'
"Really???"

"You know how you had your hand on my butt but it was outside my panties?"

"Um, yeah."
"I'd like you to touch it for real. We can pretend we're making a porn!"

Mark's and my hands were suddenly all over each other and our tongues were exploring each other's mouths. I shifted my position a bit and felt his stiffy slip between my legs and press against my slit which was already soppy.

"It's OK if you wanna put that thing inside me."

"Oh, God, Bren! I never wanted to fuck anyone this much before!"

"Mark? I'm kinda glad they saw us earlier." We were kinda humping against each other but not inside me. Except for saying stuff our mouths were kissing the whole time.

"Why is that, Bren?"

"This way they can keep seeing more and more. I'd like to do stuff in front of them without their getting all freaked out."

"So, what if they catch us in bed together?"

"They know we sleep together sometimes, like on trips and stuff. We'll just tell them we felt like it."

"But what if they see us nude???"

"Well, earlier they saw my boobs touching you. This isn't much different. Can you imagine how hot it would be if Janine came in and saw me and you making out and cuddling in front of Mom and Dad?"

"They'd never go for it. Mom would send us away to some reform camp."

I moved so quick Mark had no idea what happened. All of a sudden I was straddling him and his dick was buried in my warm, wet pussy as far as it would go.

"Oh, fuck, Brenda! This is so awesome! You better go slow cuz I'm about to empty a load in you right now!!!"

This made me start moving faster and grinding against him harder. I wanted to feel my brother spraying his sperm deep into my cunt.

"Fuck, Mark! I can't believe your penis is sliding inside my pussy like this! I could fuck you forever!!!"

"Shhh, Bren, they'll hear us."

"Oh, fuckkkkkkkkkkk, I can't help it!" My body started shaking violently with an Orgasm that started down in my toes. "Just keep fucking me babe! I'm cummingggggggg!"

That had my desired effect on him. I felt my brother pause for just a second and then he urgently started humping up into me shooting thick strands of cum each time.

"Oh, God, Brenda, I couldn't help it! That was so fucking amazing!"

"Yeah? It was awesome. I LOVE fucking!!!"

"Brenda?", his hands were caressing my back and he leaned up to kiss my mouth. "That was my best fuck ever! I can't believe my sister is my best fuck!"

I just collapsed down on my brother and we kinda rolled to the side with his dick still inside me and pulled the sheet up to our waists. "Well, you're a better fuck than they told me you are! I tell you what; you can do me anytime you want! Anywhere! I don't care what's going on."

"Oh, yeah! I was going to tell you that, too!"

"You just tell me you want to fuck and I'll stop whatever I'm doing!" I was still breathing pretty hard. "I hope I can get in to see Dr. Bender tomorrow, I'm definitely going back on the pill."

We both pretty much drifted off to sleep quickly. I think during the night my pussy would twitch against his cock whenever it moved in me. The next morning I woke up to the sound of Mom coming upstairs.

"Brenda! Mark! It's time to get up. Remember, we're going shopping today!"

She was suddenly standing in my doorway, framed with the light coming in through the game room across the hallway. I wondered if she could see the stains on the sheet.

"Shhh, he's still asleep." I lifted my top arm and pointed at Mark. Our faces were close enough to lick each other without moving. She could easily see I wasn't wearing a top.

Mom had a stern look and walked off saying, "We'll talk about this at breakfast."



Busted and Hoodwinked



INTRODUCTION

Mack and Barry were cell mates in prison which is where they first met. They had both been convicted of burglary and breaking and entering. The befriended each other while in prison and became lovers. Barry was gay and Mack became a bisexual during their time in the same cell. Mack actually liked fucking Barry and having Barry suck his cock. Mack had gotten comfortable jerking Barry off but that was as far as he went. Mack liked it when he and Barry lay on their sides fucking and Mack would give Barry a reach around and jerk him off.  

Barry was a handsome almost pretty blonde 25 year old. He was 5'8" tall and weighed about 160 pounds. Barry had a very effeminate figure with smooth flawless skin and a very curvy ass. Mack loved fucking Barry's ass. Barry had an average size cock at about 6" and a little over 4" around. Mack on the other hand was more macho. At 6'2" and 185 pounds he looked like an athlete. Mack had brown hair and he was well endowed. His cock was just shy of 8" long and just over 5" around. Mack liked his cock as it was above average but not too big. Barry loved Mack's cock and he loved having it stuffed in his ass.

The two of them made a pact to get together when they were released from jail. Mack got out about 30 days before Barry and when Barry was released he looked Mack up. The two of them shared the same parole officer and they decided to share the same apartment. It wasn't long before Mack and Barry were planning more heists. They were both skilled thieves and Barry could pick any lock he ever came across. Barry got a job as a hairdresser and Mack worked as a masseuse in the same salon. The two of them served the female clientele and it didn't take much to get the women talking. Barry and Mack always learned the social and travel plans of their customers, which made them easy pickings.

Barry and Mack would hit the homes of their clients when they were out for an evening or away on a trip. Barry and Mack would steal small valuable items that could easily be misplaced or lost. They never hit the client's home big so as not to draw suspicion to them and they always stole items that were easily fenced. It didn't take long for them to run out of victims at the salon so they decided to venture out into suburban neighborhoods. It was at one of those homes that they had a memorable encounter. 

BUSTED AND HOODWINKED

Barry and Mack were convinced that no one was at home when they broke into a cute Cape Cod home. They were dressed in all black as always and they wore black ski masks to conceal their faces. They moved stealthily along the pout side of the home to the back porch where Barry easily pocked the lock. They were inside within seconds and moved quietly through the house. They used penlight flashlights to search for valuables in the home. Mack had made his way into one of the bedrooms and was going through the closet and dresser when he saw the living room lights come on and then he heard a voice other than Barry's.

"Alright, hold it right there and put your hands up," a female sounding voice called out.

Mack eased his way out of the bedroom trying to remain concealed as he checked out the living room. He saw that the homeowner had her back to him. She was a petite shapely Asian girl with long black hair over her shoulders. She was wearing a negligee and panties and Mack could not help checking her out. She had nice legs and a cute curvy ass and she was pointing a gun at his partner.

"Take that mask off," the girl ordered.

Barry peeled off his mask and Mack noticed that he was scared. It was the first time Barry had been held at gun point and this was by a woman which really made him nervous. Mack was waiting for an opportunity to take the woman from behind and disarm her but he knew he had to be careful.

"So you like to break into homes and steal people's treasures do you? Well I have a treasure for you right here," the girl said waving the gun at Barry. "You are kind of cute and you have a nice mouth. Bring that mouth over here and sample my treasure. See how swollen my clit is. It is ready to be sucked."

Mack watched in disbelief as the girl pulled her panties down past her pubes and beckoned Barry to come and eat her pussy. Mack looked at her cute ass again and decided that if he was able to subdue her that he would stick his cock in her tight little ass. Mack watched as Barry moved over to the girl and then dropped to his knees. Mack knew that Barry had never been with a woman and he wondered if Barry would actually be able to eat her pussy. Mack stared as Barry moved his face close to the woman and it seemed that he began eating her. Mack's view was blocked by the girl's legs but he saw Barry's head moving and he heard the girl groan.

"That's it you have it. Suck my clit. Oh you are so good, keep sucking me until I cum," the girl said excitedly.

The girl was clearly distracted now and it seemed as if she would cum at any second. Mack saw his opportunity and snuck up behind the petite Asian. As he got closer he saw Barry's head bobbing as if he was sucking a cock rather than eating a pussy. Mack then noticed that the Asian girl was really getting excited as she closed her eyes and relaxed her guard. 

"Oh my, I'm cumming, hold me, hold me tight," she screamed as her body trembled and she orgasmed.

Barry reached up and grabbed the petite Asian by her shapely cute ass and squeezed her buttocks as she bucked her hips in his face. It was the opportunity that Mack had been waiting for and he moved quickly. He wrapped one arm around her tiny waist and he grabbed the gun out of her other hand. The gun came out of the girl's hand easily and as he held onto her he moved his hand up to her tiny firm tits and squeezed them. Then looking over the girl's shoulder he saw that his partner had not been eating pussy but sucking on a small dick. Mack guessed that even hard the dick wasn't any bigger than 3 or 4 inches. No wonder Barry seemed unconcerned about eating pussy.

"Well what have we here?" Mack said loudly as he fondled the Asian's tits and rock hard nipples.

Barry stood up and smiled as he studied the pretty Asian transsexual. "Mack this is a real life transsexual. The kind that I see on the porn site listing for Asian Ladyboys," Barry stated.

"I think that our friend here owes you a blow job and I think that I'll fuck that cute little hot ass," Mack said.

Mack pulled the negligee off of the ladyboy and then pulled down the panties and removed them. "What's your name darling?" Mack asked sarcastically.

"Bo, my name is Bo," the Asian replied shyly.

Barry and Mack dropped their pants and underwear and they were both sporting stiff cocks ready for action. Bo looked at the two cocks and asked if Barry could fuck him first since Mack had a bigger cock. Bo got down on all fours and asked Mack to get the lube from the bathroom. Mack found the bathroom and returned quickly with the lube handing it to Barry who promptly began to grease up Bo's asshole. Bo groaned as Barry worked one then two fingers into the cute shapely ass. Mack took up a position in front of Bo and moved his cock toward the ladyboy's face. Barry greased up his cock and then eased it into Bo's ass. At the same time Bo engulfed Mack's cock and began to suck on it.

Both Mack and Barry were turned on by the whole scene and it wouldn't be long before they were shooting their loads in Bo's mouth and ass. Bo proved to be an excellent cock sucker and was able to take most of Mack's cock in his mouth. Bo also was very experienced in anal sex and he was able to use his talented anal muscles to drive Barry crazy. Mack was the first to cum and he flooded Bo's mouth shooting six streams of cum into it. Bo handled the barrage easily and swallowed every drop of Mack's seed. Barry stiffened behind Bo and drove his cock deep into Bo's asshole as he unleashed his load in Bo's rectum. Bo massaged the stiff cock with his anal muscles and drained Barry's cock dry.

Barry and Mack remained hard and they started to change positions when Bo asked them to take off all their clothes. Barry and Mack quickly and with seconds they were as naked as Bo. Mack moved behind Bo and caressed Bo's lovely buttocks as he stroked his own cock. Barry had already fed his cock to Bo's mouth and Bo reached between Barry's legs to finger Barry's asshole. Mack then eased his cock slowly into Bo's ass savoring every moment of the slow patient anal penetration. Mack really liked Bo's sweet curvy ass and he was glad that he had already cum once so that it would be a while before he would cum in Bo's ass. 

This wasn't the first time that Barry and Mack had double teamed another guy but it was Mack's first transsexual or ladyboy as Barry called him. Mack studied Bo's features as he fucked him and it was like he was fucking a girl in the ass. Bo looked so much like a girl that it was actually a little intimidating. Mack caressed Bo's shapely ass as he drilled it with his impressive cock and Bo groaned every time that Mack went a little deeper. Bo excellent cock sucking skills made Barry cum quicker than he expected. Mack watched as his partner stiffened and shot his load into Bo's mouth. Mack wasn't even close to cumming again and he was in no rush as he loved fucking Bo's hot ass.

Barry fell back on the floor and watched as Mack reamed Bo's asshole. Bo grunted and groaned as Mack pounded his ass and drove his cock in deep. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room as Mack's thighs smacked against Bo's ass. Mack loved watching the cute ass cheeks jiggle each time he drove his cock home. Bo pleaded with Mack to fuck him faster and to give him his cum. Mack picked up the pace and drilled Bo's ass until his body finally stiffened and he shot a huge load into Bo's ass. Mack stayed pressed against the pretty Asian ladyboy and allowed his cock to be milked by Bo's talented anal muscles. Unable to stand the tingling sensations any longer, Mack pulled out of Bo's ass. Mack watched as his load oozed out of Bo's asshole and trickled down over Bo's ball sac. It was an unbelievable sight and one that Mack relished.

Bo was hard again and this time he wanted to fuck. Barry cooperated by getting on all fours and Bo greased up Barry's asshole. Bo pushed his little dick into Barry's ass and Barry, being used to Mack's big cock, almost giggled as the tiny stiff pecker entered him. Barry felt it was like one of Mack's fingers in his ass. Bo was pressing against Barry's buttocks so that he could keep his cock in Barry's ass. He only moved it in and out about an inch so that it wouldn't slip out. Mack stroked his own cock as he watched the two of them fuck. He decided that he would like to fuck Bo's hot little Asian ass again. Just then the front door opened and everyone turned towards it.  

"Holy shit it's Nicky," gasped Bo.

"What the hell is going on here? You little slut, I'm only gone for a few hours and your fucking two strangers," Nicky screamed.

Mack assumed that Nicky and Bo were lovers but Nicky was even prettier than Bo. Mack wondered if Nicky was also a ladyboy. Nicky stormed over to Bo as if to strike at him. But Mack intervened and grabbed a hold of Nicky who struggled in his grasp.

"Let go of me you bastard, you cocksucker," Nicky yelled.

That comment pissed Mack off so he wrestled Nicky down to the floor. "We'll see who the cocksucker is," Mack threatened. 

"Fuck him, fuck Nicky," Bo called out.

Mack realized that his cock was hardening again and he decided to find out about Nicky. He heard Bo say him loud and clear so he was sure that Nicky was another ladyboy. Mack pinned Nicky's arms behind his back and he pulled Nicky's skirt up baring his pantyhose covered ass. Nicky's ass was even rounder and curvier than Bo's ass. Mack felt his cock stiffen and he was fully erect. He tried to keep Nicky's arms pinned and pull down the pantyhose at the same time. Mack had trouble with the struggling Nicky and then Bo came to his aid.

Bo took a hold of the back of the pantyhose and ripped them apart. Both of Nicky's ass cheeks were now naked as they poked through the hose. Bo then took the lube and greased Nicky's asshole and then applied more lube to Mack's cock. Nicky was still pinned to the floor with Mack holding his arms. The pantyhose were torn open enough for Mack to get at Nicky's ass even though it was still intact around his waist. Bo guided Mack's cock toward Nicky's ass and Nicky grunted and feebly protested when Mack's cock slid in slowly.

"Don't you dare fuck me you bastard," Nicky screamed.

But Bo just as vocal called out, "Yeah fuck him, fuck his ass." 

Mack started moving his cock in and out of Nicky's ass and it was obvious that his wasn't the first cock in there. Nicky loosened up quickly and soon Mack was gliding in and out of the pretty Asian's ass. Barry now had moved closer to watch his partner fuck Bo's lover. Barry noticed that Nicky's cock was erect and it strained against the pantyhose as if seeking to be let free. Barry reached over and rubbed his hand up and down Nicky's enclosed shaft as Mack continued his anal assault.

Mack noticed that Nicky had given up the struggle so he released Nicky's arms. Nicky placed his arms on the floor and arched his back accentuating his shapely ass. Barry continued to stroke the stiff 4 inch pecker in the pantyhose as Mack pushed the back of Nicky's sweater up baring his back. Mack then unclasped the bra and let Nicky's tits spill into his hands. Mack massaged the firm globes as he continued to ream Nicky's ass. Then Nicky screamed again.

"Oh God, I'm cumming," Nicky called out.

Mack felt Nicky's body tense up as Nicky shot his load into his pantyhose. Mack felt Nicky's anal muscles tighten around his cock each time Nicky's cock pulsed and spewed. Nicky's pantyhose were drenched as he had really shot a huge wad. Nicky was just beginning to relax when he felt Mack's cum shoot into his ass. Nicky felt the thick cock pulsate as it filled Nicky's ass with semen. Mack was absolutely drained at this point and he just collapsed on top of Nicky's body. Then Nicky fell forward onto the floor with Mack on top of him. The two of them remained motionless for several minutes until Nicky begged Mack to move off of him. Mack rolled to his side and over on his back.

"Gotcha Mack!" Barry said with a hearty laugh.

"What do you mean gotcha?" Mack asked in surprise.

"The three of us set this up. You've been hoodwinked pal," Barry replied.

"You mean that you know these two," Mack said in shock.

"I sure do. I do Bo and Nicky's hair and when their hair is drying we have some fun in the salon. Just like you do with those frustrated housewives who come in for a massage," Barry added.

Barry was right; Mack often fucked some of the housewives during their massage. Now Mack knew that Barry was getting his share of action at the salon too. Mack looked at Barry, then at Bo and Nicky and then he laughed loudly. They had certainly pulled one over on him.

"God look at my pantyhose it's ruined," Nicky said and they all laughed.

Nicky then added, "That is the first time I ever came in my hose. It was a very erotic feeling."

Nicky took off the pantyhose and the rest of his clothes so that he was as naked as the others. The four of them sat around drinking and telling stories until it was time to retire. Mack and Barry were invited to spend the night and they graciously accepted. Mack and Barry were shown to the guest room and then Bo and Nicky retired to their own bedroom. Mack and Barry were tired and sated so they went right off to sleep as soon as they were in bed.

SUNDAY MORNING

Mack woke up before Barry and he was grateful it was Sunday and they didn't have to go to work. Mack went to the bathroom and freshened up after relieving himself. He returned to the guest bedroom with every intention of fucking Barry that morning but when he returned Barry was gone. Mack looked for Barry checking the living room and kitchen. Mack smiled when he saw all the clothes scattered around the living room and he had a quick flashback to the night before. Mack then decided to check the master bedroom and sure enough Barry was with Bo and Nicky. Bo and Nicky were on their sides in a 69 position and Barry was behind Bo fucking him in the ass. Barry smiled at Mack when he spotted him in the doorway.

"Come and join us Mack. Nicky has been waiting for you to fuck him again," Barry stated.

Mack's cock was hard by the time he got in bed and behind Nicky. Barry reached over and handed Mack a tube of lube so that he could crease Nicky's asshole. Mack applied the lube liberally to Nicky's ass and his own cock before sliding his cock back in Nicky's ass. Nicky placed her hand on Mack's thigh as to guide the penetration assuring that he didn't go too deep at first. Once Nicky loosened up he removed his hand from Mack's thigh and Mack pushed his cock in all the way emitting a gasp from Nicky. Mack watched the scene before him as he fucked Nicky in the ass. He could see Nicky sucking on Bo's tiny dick and he watched as Barry slammed his cock into Bo's ass.

The two Asians came first that morning but Barry and Mack were close behind them. Mack saw Bo's body tighten and he assumed that Bo ejaculated into Nicky's mouth. Then Mack felt Nicky's anal muscles tighten around his cock and he was sure that Nicky had cum in Bo's mouth. Mack then came in Nicky's ass and once again flooded it with a massive load. The four of them remained in the same position until all cocks were milled or sucked dry and then they separated. Mack and Barry were very capable of cumming three sometimes four times a day and they were already for a second round.

Barry and Mack had Bo and Nicky get on all fours next to each other and this time Barry fucked Nicky and Mack fucked Bo. Mack was as turned on as ever as he fucked the cute Asian ladyboy. Mack had never seen anything like them and he was very drawn to their petite femininity. He loved their cute tits and hard nipples. He loved their petite frames and jet black hair but most of all he loved their round perfect asses. As Mack fucked Bo again he caressed Bo's curvy buttocks as he watched his cock slide in and out of Bo' bubble butt. Mack at times looked over at the other couple next to him and watched Barry's cock slide in and out of Nicky's perfect ass.

Even though Mack had already cum once that morning the eroticism of the moment got to him. He felt that familiar tingling in his scrotum and then the surge of semen as it flowed through his cock. He drove his cock deep into Bo's asshole and held it there as he fired a barrage of cum into the petite tight ass. Bo once again used his anal muscles to squeeze Mack's cock and drain it of his semen. Mack was in no hurry to pull out of Bo' ass and he left his cock buried to hilt in Bo's ass. Mack caressed Bo's curvy buttocks as he once again marveled at the smooth and flawless skin. Mack looked back over at his partner and watched Barry fuck Nicky until Barry ejaculated in Nicky's ass. 

The four of them decided to take a shower and although it was very crowded with four people it was fun. They soaped and washed each other's bodies and Mack loved running his hands over the soapy slick bodies of Bo and Nicky. The four of them got turned on again and headed back to bed. This time Bo sucked on Mack's cock while Barry and Nicky moved into a 69 position and sucked each other's cock. Bo swung his body around so that Mack could play with his small stiff cock. Bo pushed his hips close to Mack's face in an effort to get Mack to take the little pecker in his mouth. Mack had never sucked a cock in his life but as he looked at the cute erect cock in front of him, he was tempted.

"Go ahead Mack suck my clit. Eat my boy pussy," Bo whispered. 

Mack looked long at the little hard dick and then convinced himself it wouldn't be so bad. He thought that it couldn't be that different than sucking an oversized clit and he had done that plenty of times. Mack took the small stiff cock into his mouth and began to suck on it. Bo gasped and cooed when the warm mouth surrounded his cock. Mack was surprised how easy it was to suck Bo's cock and when Bo came in Mack's mouth, Mack did not spit the cock out. Mack drank down the oriental nectar that spewed into his mouth much like he would swallow a woman's love juice. Mack was surprised how sweet and salty Bo's cum tasted and he was not at all repulsed by the act.




Busted and Hoodwinked



When Mack and Bo separated they saw that Nicky and Barry were still in a 69 position but that Barry was now on the bottom. Mack had not cum in Bo's mouth and he was still hard so he took aim at Nicky's ass again. His cock slid in easily as Nicky's ass had been stretched enough by Mack's cock from the earlier fucking. Barry watched as his partner's cock slid into Nicky's ass above him and he reached up and tickled Mack's taut ball sac. Bo went to the dresser and retrieved a fake rubber cock. Mack watched as Bo greased up the dildo that was about the same size as Mack's cock. Bo then moved down the bed and pushed the dildo into Barry's ass. Barry grunted at the intrusion but handled the fake cock easily.

Bo fucked Barry with the dildo as Barry sucked on Nick's cock. Mack continued to fuck Nicky's sweet ass as Nicky sucked Barry's cock. Then they all seemed to cum in unison. Barry drank down Nicky's dick juice as Nicky's swallowed Barry's load. Mack filled Nicky's ass yet again with a substantial load and Nicky wondered how Mack could still cum so much. Mack eased his cock out of Nicky's ass and as he did his cum oozed out and trickled down over Nicky's balls onto Barry's face. Barry moved his mouth so that he could catch the semen as it dribbled over Nicky's testicles.

The four of them then collapsed on the bed together as they were totally fucked out and the sex was done for that day. Minutes later they showered, dressed and then decided to go out for brunch. They spent hours together at the restaurant relaxing, drinking coffee and reading the Sunday paper. It was almost 3:00 PM when Mack and Barry left for home. They thanked Bo and Nicky for a wonderful weekend and Mack once again congratulated on pulling off his seduction. Outside the restaurant Bo stepped up to Mack and kissed him and then Nicky kissed him as well. They also both kissed Barry goodbye and said they hoped to get together again soon. To the passersby, it looked like two men kissing their Asian girlfriends goodbye. 

At home that evening Mack teased Barry about becoming a lady boy. "You would be great as a girl," Mack started.

"Forget it," Barry snapped and then laughed at the suggestion.

"No really, you could let your blonde hair grow down to your shoulders. You could start taking female hormones and we could get you some breast implants," Mack continued.

"Yeah and then what happens the day you get tired of fucking me and move out. What am I supposed to do then if I look like a girl?" Barry snapped again this time appearing annoyed at the suggestion.

"Well you would be a good looking ladyboy and you could find another guy," Mack replied and then laughed at the absurdity of his suggestion.

"Yeah, well it's not going to happen. If you want to fuck ladyboys, Bo and Nicky will be waiting for you," Barry said and then added, "I am quite content sucking your cock and having you fuck me just the way I am."

"I am too," Mack admitted.

That night in bed they were both too worn out for any sex. Mack laid in bed thinking about Bo and Nicky and he still had a difficult time believing that he had sucked Bo's little cock and swallowed his cum. Mack wasn't sure if he would ever suck another person's cock but at the same time he was sure he would suck Bo's again in the right situation. Mack knew that Barry would be thrilled if Mack ever agreed to suck him but that was not in the immediate future. Mack fell asleep thinking about Bo and Nicky and had very pleasant dreams about them. In fact the dreams were so pleasant that Mack woke up in the middle of the night with a raging hard-on. He slipped out of bed to get some lube and he greased up his cock thoroughly. Mack got back into bed and snuggled up behind Barry.

Barry was on his side and Mack moved in close and slipped his slick dick into Barry's ass. Barry just moaned and didn't move as if he was still sleeping. Mack fucked Barry slowly until he came in Barry's ass. The two of them stayed in the spoon position and fell back asleep with Mack's cock still in Barry's ass. Sometime during the night Mack's cock softened and slid out of its snug sheath nestled between the two bodies. The two of them slept soundly through the rest of the night. Tomorrow it would be back to work but Mack's life had been changed forever. He would look forward to the days when Nicky and Bo came to the salon to have their hair done by Barry and then get a massage from Mack as they had promised.



Busted At the Mall



It's Saturday and I decided to go shopping at the Mall and maybe do some flashing while I was there. I put on my makeup picked out a nice white button blouse, short black leather skirt, white stockings and heels. On the way to the Mall I did my usual truck driver flashing to help get myself excited for the Mall. 

Once I got there I went into the food court got a drink and looked around for some guys sitting so I could sit across from them to give them a show. I saw two men eating at one of the table facing towards the center of the court and an empty table directly in their view so I walked past them wiggling my ass and over to the empty table facing them. I sat down and looked to make sure that at least one was looking my way. Once I was sure I smiled at him and parted my legs giving a nice view of my shaven pussy. He immediately elbowed his friend to show him what I was doing. The two sat there watching me as I continued opening my legs for them showing off my pussy. Once I finished my drink I stood up turned my back to them bent at the waist to pick up my bag letting them get a nice view of my bare ass.

I walked around the mall a bit and stopped in a few stores taking the opportunity to flash my ass when I could. Made a few strips up the escalator where I knew there were a group of men sitting waiting for their wives to come out of stores. Then I had went into one of the larger stores and started looking around when I noticed a man was following me. He had a nice build on him and I could see him sneaking peeks at me as I was bending and looking at things. I decide to give him a really nice show. I walked down an isle that had the shelves close together and waited for him to follow. Once he came into the isle with me I smiled at him and he smiled back. I turned my back to him, bent over,looked over my shoulder and lifted my skirt giving him a full view of my ass and pussy. He began walking towards me and I turned to face him and smiled. When he got closer he pulled out a security badge and ID.

Male Guard "I'm with Mall Security Miss and your going to have to come with me."

Me "I didn't steal anything!"

Male Guard "It's not for stealing it's for flashing. Your not allowed to be doing that in the Mall."

Me "But I only lifted my skirt to you because you were following me trying to look under my skirt."

He didn't say a word just took me by the arm and started walking me through the Mall with me protesting the whole time. We reached the Security Office and he pulled me inside. There were two other doors in the room along with two desks. There was a Female Guard sitting at a desk and she looked up when we walked in.

Female Guard "What do you have here? Another shoplifter?"

Male Guard "No this one likes flashing her ass at people."

Female Guard "OH a flasher. What's wrong didn't she give you a show?"

Male Guard "You just wish you would have caught this call so you could get a show."

Female Guard laughing "Well go fill out your report and have the Police come and pick her up."

He opened one of the doors and escorted me inside. There was a desk with two chairs and a mirror on the one wall. He had me sit in one of the chairs then pulled out a piece of paper and began filling it out. He asked me for some type of identification so I handed him my drivers license. He began copying information onto the form. A call came on the radio from one of the other guards asking for assistance and he responded to the call. He opened the door and had the female guard come inside.

Male Guard "I have to go to this call would you finish up the paper work for me on this one?" 

Female Guard "Sure I can take care of her for you." She looked over at me smiled then came over and sat at the desk. The male officer left and closed the door behind him.

As the Female Guard was filling out the form she asked me some questions such as location of incident, other witnesses or people involved and what was stolen. 

Me "I didn't steal anything. I was just having some fun with the guy, he kept trying to look up my skirt."

Female Guard "So he tried looking up your skirt and you helped by lifting your skirt for him?"

Me "NO! He was trying to look so I bent over to let him look."

Female Guard "OK I understand now. I'm going to have to do a strip search to make sure your not hiding anything on you."

Me "You have to do a what?"

Female Guard "A strip search in case your hiding anything."

Me "This is ridiculous."

Female Guard "Your willing to show your body to a man but not a woman? What's the matter don't you like woman?"

Me "Yes I do but I don't understand the strip search."

Female Guard "Well if you like woman also then you shouldn't have a problem showing me your body either. Lady it's standard procedure before we call the cops to come and get you. We have to do a strip search and make sure your not hiding any merchandise or weapons. So let's just get this over with and take off your cloths. You can put them on the desk here."

I stood up and unzipped my skirt and slipped it down my legs revealing my shaved pussy then placed it on the desk. Then I unbuttoned my blouse revealing my breasts and hard nipples, slipped it off my shoulders and placed that on the desk also. She sat there watching me and smiling and eying me up and down the whole time.

Me "Do I need to take the stockings and shoes off also?"

Female Guard "No you can leave them on. Now turn face the mirror hold your arms out and spread your legs."

I turned facing the mirror and did as she told me to do. I started wondering to myself about the mirror being a two way mirror and if there was someone watching us. She came up behind me and placed her hands on my hips then she knelt down. 

Female Officer "I have to check and make sure your not hiding anything."

Me "I'm naked where could I be hiding anything?"

She didn't say a word and slipped two fingers into my pussy. I was taken by surprise at what she did but I felt her fingers swirling around inside me and couldn't help but moan. Then she pulled her fingers out and slipped one of then into my ass and again I couldn't help but moan. 

Female Guard "Sounds like someone enjoyed that part." I just looked at her. "You can put your cloths on now while I get the police on the phone to come and pick you up."

Me "Do you have to call the Police? I wasn't hurting anyone and I won't do it again. Please don't call them."

Female Guard "It's not my call the other Officer was the one that made the arrest. You would have to talk to him about it."

I picked up my blouse and began putting it back on "That's fine can you call him back here?"

Female Guard "Sure I can do that." 

She called the other Officer on the radio to come back to the office. A minute had not even passed and he came walking in the door. I was still standing there with my blouse open and no skirt still showing my pussy. He looked at me up and down and had a big smile on his face.

Security Office "What did you want?"

Female Guard "She doesn't want you to turn her in."

Me "Yes please do you really have to have me arrested? I wasn't hurting anyone and I won't do it again."

Male Guard "Well we already filled out the paperwork and she did your strip search so there's nothing left but to call the police."

When he said that I knew that he was watching the whole time I was being searched. In a way it upset me but also excited me plus it gave me an idea on how to get out of being arrested. I looked back at the Female Guard who was sitting there with a smile on her face. I guessed that this must be something that they do when they get a chance and they caught me red handed or I should say bare ass. I smiled at him unbuttoned my blouse letting it slide back off my shoulders showing him my breasts. His eyes opened and smiled wider as he took the view in.

Me "If you'll let me go I'll do whatever you want and she can watch."

We both looked over at her and she nodded in agreement. He reached out grabbed my tits and started squeezing them and sucking on my nipples. His hands began exploring my body, squeezing my ass and rubbing my pussy. I looked back at the female guard and she was sitting there with her pants open and her hand inside her panties playing with herself. Then the male guard turned me towards the desk and bent me over onto it. I could hear him opening his pants and the female guard reached over and started feeling my tits.

Female Guard "She's got some nice tits and her nipples are nice and hard too. She must be really enjoying this." 

Male Guard "Yeah she must be enjoying it and I'm going to enjoy fucking her too."

He moved up behind me and rubbed the head of his cock along my slit. Then he pushed his cock inside me until I felt him pushing against my ass. He held onto my hips and ground his cock in my pussy. He began slipping his cock almost full out of me and then would thrust it back deep inside. He continued fucking me that way and slowly picked up his pace. All the time he was doing that the female guard was squeezing and playing with my tit while she fingered herself.

He was in full swing now slamming away at my pussy. The female guard had opened her shirt and pulled her pants down revealing a neatly shaved bush and nice firm tits. I reached down and pushed two fingers inside her pussy and started finger fucking her. She started moaning louder and he started fucking me harder. It wasn't long before I heard him grunting and I knew he was about to cum. He pulled his cock out and I could feel hot cum shooting over my ass and back. 

I knelt down between her legs and started sucking on her clit. Her hips were moving up and down as I finger fucked her and she was holding my head to her pussy grinding her clit on my mouth. Her body started tensing up and then shake as she squirted her cum into my mouth. I stood up and turned back towards the male guard and she grabbed my hips and licked his cum off my back and ass.

She was finishing licking up the cum from me and he started fixing his cloths. Then once she was done she also fixed her cloths. I picked up my cloths and quickly got dressed and while they were not looking I grabbed the report and put it in my bag.

Me "Can I leave now?"

Male Guard "Yeah you can leave but don't let us catch you again."

I quickly left the office and the mall. I guess that's one less Mall I can go to.



Busted at Work



I'm sitting at my cubicle doing my work when my boss, Angie, comes to my desk. I didn't mind at all cause she's a sexy older woman. She's about 35 with a real tight body, big tits, brown hair, and blue eyes. The problem was that she said that she needed to see me in her office at 5:30 tonight.

Normally, I would be excited about that too, but me and a colleague, Tom, have been cheating on our expense reports to the tune of about $4,000 each over the last 6 months. So, I am nervous as hell, because I REALLY need this job and I know Tom is in the same boat.

5:30pm rolls around and the office is pretty much empty. Tom and I both head toward Angie's office and knock on the door. She sternly says, "Come in." We enter to see her sitting on her desk with her sexy legs crossed. She's wearing black stockings, a black knee high skirt, and a white blouse that is barely holding her sweet tits inside. "She puts down her pieces of paper and says, "Sit down boys." We both sit on the couch looking like sad puppy dogs. She started to pace in front of us detailing what we have been doing with our expense reports. We were so busted. She went on to tell us that she could fire us right now and make us pay back the $8,000. Tom started apologizing profusely and basically begged for his job, saying he would do anything to keep his job. She asked me if keeping my job was that important to me. I said, "Yah, I really do need this job."

She thought for a minute and walking to the door she said in a sexy, evil voice, "Well, then maybe you 2 young men would help me fulfill a fantasy of mine in exchange for sparing your jobs?" She locked the door and turned toward us, waiting for our reply.

We both nodded yes and she said, "Good, then lose the clothes, boys." We obliged and got naked as she watched intently and piled our discarded clothes in the corner.

Then Angie made me lay on my back on the carpeted floor as she started to tell us the rules of her game, her fantasy. She said in the sexiest of voices, "You young men are gonna suck each others cocks until one of you cums. The one of you that makes the other guy cum is the winner and will NOT lose his job. The other guy has to work a little harder for his job." Holy shit, I'm not gay or bi...I never touched another man, but there wasn't much I could do here. We protested, but Angie wasn't hearing it. It was this or our jobs.

She positioned Tom in a 69 position with me on the floor and he immediately grabbed my cock and started sucking and pumping with his hand. I had no choice, so I grabbed the base of his semi-hard prick and guided it toward my mouth. I took Tom's cock between my lips and began sliding my mouth up and down his shaft.

This wasn't so bad I thought, so I began sliding his dick in and out of my wet mouth faster and faster. His cock got harder by the second as I sucked on his meat. My dick was hard as hell as he worked on my hot pole. Man, Tom really knew how to suck a cock. I was wondering if he had done it before.

I took his prick out of my mouth and slid my tongue down the shaft to his swollen balls. I licked and sucked them for a minute. Tom let out a muffled moan and released some precum as I did that, so I'm sure he liked it.

As I licked the precum from his fat cock head and took him back inside my mouth I noticed Angie was on the couch with her skirt and panties off!!!! Her hand was between her thigh-high covered legs working her clit. Oh my god, was that is fucking sexy!!!! That sight put me over the edge and I was about to cum, so I pumped Tom's cock as hard and fast as I could.

It was no use, because I exploded. He pulled his mouth off my prick just in time as I spurted streams of cum all over my own stomach. I released Tom's dick from my mouth and lay there in defeat with a load of my own cum on my stomach. Angie hoped up and said to me, "Now you stay right there. Good boy, Tom, looks like you can keep your job and you get to fuck my tight pussy if you want."

Angie walked around toward my head and knelt down with a knee on either side of my head. She got close to me and whispered to me and whispered, "You are a terrible cock sucker and you will do whatever I say if you want to keep your job, you got it?" I nodded, which made her smile.

Angie then put her left hand on my chest and scooped cum off my stomach with her slender, sexy fingers. She brought her fingers to my lips and said, "Clean up this mess if you want to work here tomorrow." I took a deep breath and stared at her light blue eyes as I opened my mouth. She slid those 2 fingers into my mouth as I tasted my cum for the first time. It was salty and thick as it went down my throat and I sucked on her fingers for a bit. 

Angie moaned, "Ummmmm, you like getting fed your own cum, don't you my little cum sucking bitch?". I just nodded.

Then she leaned over me on all 4's, so I was staring right up at her shaven, dripping wet pussy. Angie said sternly, "Don't you dare eat my sweet cunt until I tell you to." 

She flipped her hair and turned to Tom, "It's all yours, big boy."

Tom got behind her, grabbed her perfect hips, and got to work. My face was inches from Angie's wet hole as Tom's cock head parted her pussy lips and disappeared inside. I watched as his cock went in dry and came out soaked with her pussy juices. Tom began to fuck Angie pretty hard, so hard that his balls slapped me in the forehead and nose a couple times. Angie moaned loudly and then began to lick the rest of my cum off my stomach.

Tom didn't last very long, maybe because of my sucking before, but he came right inside her pussy. She looked back and said, "Don't tell me you came in my pussy you little fuck." Tom apologized and slid his cock out of her fuck hole. 

As he took it out, his man meat was 2 inches from my face and slick with their combined juices. Angie said, "Oh well, looks like my little jizz taster has another helping coming his way." as she went to sit on my face. I moved just in time to get her pussy right on my cheek. That pissed her right off.

"You could eat my creampie like a good little bitch or pack your desk up now!"

It was too late to turn back now, so I turned my head to get my medicine. She lowered her shaved cunt toward my mouth. I could see Tom's creamy load dripping from her well-fucked slit. 

I stuck my tongue out and ran it from Angie's clit to her ass hole. I caught a huge wad of Tom's jizz on my tongue. I swallowed it down as my face was now covered in their combined love juices.

Tom's cum was more salty than mine, but surprisingly I didn't mind the taste at all. That's good because Angie started grinding her sloppy pussy in my face and two smaller loads of Tom's cum gushed into my mouth.

I licked and sucked at Angie's pussy until she was content with my work. Then she got up and said to me, "You could keep your job for now, but I may need your clean up services again, you dirty little cum slut."

So, I got up, got dressed, and went home with 2 loads of cum in my belly and a job to come back to tomorrow.



Busted Bankster



Last night Ken Shigenori had gone to bed secure with his lot in the world. He'd gone to the right school, worked hard, been admitted to the right university, worked hard, took a job at the right city firm, worked hard, and while he wasn't one of those 'Masters of the Universe' the papers liked to bang on about, after successfully closing out the DiMaggio deal he could expect to add a cool seven figures to his bank account once bonus season rolled around.

He'd thought about phoning up an escort, or two, to celebrate, but the even more lucrative Pontac deal had kept him in the office until past midnight.

"What do you think coke was invented for," a colleague had joked with him a while back.

The joke was on the colleague. His desk was abruptly cleared out a couple of months later, a consequence of taking the wrong position on a multi-million pound deal.

The city could be ruthless, but her rewards for the savvy and fast-thinking were considerable. Ken was the cream of his generation. He had a well-paid career with stellar prospects. He had a swish apartment in a fashionable district of London. He could retire to his bed, pull the covers over his head and sleep soundly with the knowledge his future was a fast motorway to riches and luxury.

Life was good.

* * * *

Today . . .

They'd snatched him off the streets of the capitol, in broad daylight, as he'd been returning to his office from an expensive lunch. Al-Qaeda? Anarchists? Criminal gangsters? Ken had no idea. His captors had shoved a black hood over his head and bundled him into a car. That hood had remained on his head as they'd drove and drove to a place where the hustle and bustle of city activity had faded away.

Hours later and still blindfolded, Ken was standing with his hands tied behind his back. He didn't know where they were, but from the cool damp air and the echoes his footfalls made off a hard stone floor he guessed it to be underground somewhere.

A roar erupted around him as his captors prodded him through into a larger opening. It sounded like a raucous crowd at an illegal dog fight. Ken's anxiety grew.

He heard a rattling sound in front of him, like a chain-link gate clanking open. Someone sawed through the rope around his wrists and then roughly shoved him forwards. Ken lost his balance and went down to one knee. At least with his hands free he could finally tear this bloody hood off.

Ken did that and looked around in time to see a wire-mesh cage door swing shut behind him. He heard the metallic clank as bolts were slid across. Behind the wire-mesh door dirty faces twisted into hate-filled masks glared at him.

He turned around and saw similar snarling faces pressed up against chain-link fence all around him. They spat and screamed obscenities at him. Ken was in a cage and surrounded by a mob baying for his blood. They were underground. Naked torches burned in brackets on the walls and in a chandelier far above his head.

What the hell was happening? Where was he? It looked like a gladiatorial arena from a post-apocalyptic road-warrior film. The baying mob didn't look quite that unkempt, but their shouts and jeers were just as barbaric. Fists rattled against the fencing as Ken spun around.

"Fucking bankster scum!" a black man with dreads shouted at him.

Was that what this was about - more of that ninety-nine percent versus the one percent bollocks? Yeah, Ken was in the one percent. He was smart and had fucking worked his ass off to get there. Any of those around him could do the same if they weren't too busy moaning and looking for someone to blame for the tawdry ruins of their lives. Fuck, if they wanted someone to blame they could start with the moron politicians they elected. They were the people that kept setting the rules in favour of the elite.

He'd read plenty of the 'hang 'em from the lampposts' comments on the mainstream news sites. He'd dismissed them as the rabid frothing of people too lazy to move their fat asses out from behind their keyboards and do something constructive with their lives. Had someone finally found enough of a spine to do something?

They wouldn't get away with it. The city was too important to the country. She looked after her own. The police would baton-charge this scum back into the slime where they belonged.

The noise, already a ferocious cacophony of hurled obscenities and rattling fences, ratcheted up a notch and changed in nature. Cheers and whoops replaced the jeers as a tremor of excitement thrummed around the cage. A door on the far side opened. Ken's opponent was entering the arena.

He was expecting a tattooed thug and instead they sent in a statuesque woman dressed in a flowing, glossy black cape and skimpy fetishwear.

Who the fuck was she?

She was tall enough to be imposing. Ken reckoned she had a couple of inches on him and he was over six foot. If that height had been backed up with the muscular physique of a wrestler he might have been concerned. It wasn't. She was all soft curves, including a ridiculously over-inflated pair of tits. She looked more like one of those wrestling divas that never actually wrestles and were only there as eye candy to keep the dads from getting bored.

And she definitely was eye candy. Her costume, little more than a series of shiny black straps to hold her mammoth tits in place, looked more appropriate for the streets behind Kings Cross Station in the early hours of the morning. Her glossy black leggings even had a zipper over the crotch.

She posed seductively and blew kisses to the enraptured crowd. She courted their adoration like a gothic vampire queen with her pale skin, flowing raven hair and black cape.

"Eh-ry-zu! Eh-ry-zu! Eh-ry-zu!" the crowd chanted.

"Suck the leech dry!" someone yelled.

She must be the warm-up girl, someone to whip the crowd up like the Vegas showgirls that paraded a number around the ring before the start of each round of a boxing match.

Surely.

"Fuck him up, Eryzu!"

"Batter the bankster scum!"

They couldn't be serious. Just look at her figure. Breast-obsessed perma-adolescent game developers could add voluptuous bodies like this into their fighting games to appeal to their equally breast-obsessed perma-adoloscent audience, but real fighters had actual physics to worry about. Look at those breasts for starters. They were ludicrous. There must be about a football's worth of silicone in each one. It was not a body practical for fighting in.

Ken could think of plenty of other things that body was practical for. And plenty of those things he'd pay good money to do with her.

But no, she turned, gave him a haughty stare and settled into what he assumed was some kind of fancy martial arts stance.

Ken shook his head. If those morons thought they were going to derive some entertainment from watching an over-inflated dominatrix beat the shit out of a pathetic, desk-bound banker they were about to get a shock.

He held up his fists and assumed a textbook boxer's stance.

He wasn't some flabby, overweight desk jockey. He'd boxed for his university and still worked out regularly at the gym.

The girl, Eryzu, smiled at him. She looked amused.

Ken suspected she wouldn't be smiling so much after he'd worked her face over. Or planted a solid body blow right in the centre of one of those big, fluffy white tits. Normally he wouldn't have relished messing up a girl's face, especially one as fine-looking as hers, but he'd been abducted, blindfolded and thrown into an illegal fighting ring fuck knows where. The gloves were off.

Still, it would be a shame to smash up a work of art like that.

"I'm not like the other nine-to-five slobs," Ken warned. "I boxed a lot at amateur level. Stay in here and you're going to get hurt."

"I don't think so," the woman said, her dark eyes twinkling.

"I'm not going to go easy on you because you're a woman," Ken said.

"Do your best," Eryzu said. Her bee-stung lips turned up in smile of amused contempt.

"Eh-ry-zu! Eh-ry-zu! Eh-ry-zu!" the mob bayed.

She circled Ken. Her movements were fluid . . . easy. Despite her impractical figure, she moved gracefully. Like a big cat. She must know a martial art, Ken thought. He wasn't intimidated. For all their flashy moves, most martial arts were about as effective as dancing when up against a trained boxer.

Let's see how good you really are, Ken thought. He fired out a piston jab at the white, flawless mask of her face.

Pretty good, as it happened. Good enough to glide to the side with an amused little smirk on her lips and see his jab pass through empty air.

So she could dodge. But for how long?

He'd fought slick operators before. Puffed up on their own arrogance, they slid around the ring like oil. All it took was one good clip and they fell down like a sack of spuds.

Ken kept his shape and kept firing out piston jabs. Eryzu glided out of reach of his fist like a wraith, but was unable to get close enough to counterattack.

Ken was hoping she'd see he meant business - that he wasn't a tubby overweight desk jockey - and call a halt to this ridiculous farce. He didn't relish the prospect of messing up her elegant face, or that bombshell of a body, but he would if she left him no other choice.

Eryzu kept dodging and Ken kept pressing. She could duck and weave with the best, but she was running out of cage. Ken was inexorably herding her to the corner. Once trapped there, Ken intended to fully show her the folly of getting in a cage with one of the big boys.

Then she pulled off a move he would have sworn was a carefully choreographed wire stunt from a Kung Fu film if he hadn't been right in the middle of it. Even with the frontest of front row seats he still had trouble believing what he saw. She vaulted his punch. He put out a jab he felt certain would connect and the next moment she was on top of his outstretched arm and somersaulting over him like a capricious spring breeze. So fast and graceful. Ken felt like he was a golem made out of lead throwing punches in a tar pit by comparison.

He was still blinking in astonishment as Eryzu planted a kick in the small of his back and propelled him into the cage wall. Faces twisted in hatred screamed at him. One hawked a thick glob of phlegm into his face and Ken felt the cold slime slide down his cheek.

"Bloodsucking cunt!" a face with far too much hair screamed at him.

Fucking wasters, Ken thought. No better than animals.

Rage rising to engulf him, Ken turned and charged the costumed fighter with his fists flailing. Fuck playing nice. He was going to pound that haughty face into hamburger.

Stupid. Stupid.

He was a blind stupid bull and she a twirling matador. She sidestepped his charge and swung him right back into the spit and insults of the mob pressed up against the cage wall. She even had time to reach between his legs and give his balls a teasing squeeze.

Ken lashed behind him, but she was already gone, evaporated like mist. He turned and saw her showboating in the centre of the cage. His anger flared.

No. Cool it.

He wasn't some stupid bull to be led a merry dance around a ring until it expired from exhaustion. He was one of the elite, the one percent. This skank with big hooters was in no way his equal. Ken brushed the red mist aside, put up his fists in a guard and advanced on her. Eryzu's full lips curled up in amusement and she goaded him on with a beckoning finger.

Fuck the Marquis de Queensbury shit, Ken thought. If it was good enough for Holyfield, it was good enough for him. He grabbed both her arms and attempted to plant a headbutt on her picture-perfect face.

Eryzu brought her arms together to block and they grappled in the centre of the ring. Those soft curves that looked more suitable for the bedroom masked a wiry frame. Ken couldn't tug her off balance and had to expend a lot of energy to keep on his own feet. Ridiculous cloak and slick dancing moves aside, Eryzu clearly wasn't averse to mixing it up at close range as well. Ken was a man and stronger though. He started to lever her arms apart and away from her pretty face.

And tits.

As Eryzu's arms opened up like curtains, the large bulges of her bosom came into view like moons rising above the horizon. Ken's gaze fell upon them, slid over the creamy curves and slipped down into the dusky cleft of her cleavage like water spiralling down a drain. Eryzu knew the effect her body had on men. She smirked and pushed her chest out. Ken saw her jiggling boobs advance towards him until they filled his vision.

They were massive - enormous. Larger even than the considerable round breasts of the grand-a-night escort he'd hired to celebrate the first time his bonus had cracked six figures. Memories of that hedonistic night sent a throb of pleasure down to his crotch.

He could recall that night vividly. A thousand pounds and worth every penny. The girl had enormous tits. Double-Ds and real. They were soft and squeezable rather than the frozen-in-place bad boob jobs that looked okay until you got close enough to put your hands on them. Ken had put his hands on them and played with them all night. The hooker really knew how to use them. She'd rubbed them all over his body and even let him blow his load between them to finish off in the morning. Top night.

Ken's dick stirred in his trousers at the memory.

The girl had been fantastic. It was the closest he'd come to breaking his strict rules. No repeat bookings. That was his mantra. Don't give them a sniff of encouragement. Don't let them think they're more than what they are. Don't get attached. Don't let them get a claw in you. Don't get romantic. They might seem like the nicest, sexiest girl in the world, but in the end they all sucked a man's bank account dry.

Ken blinked, lost in recollections of a sweaty night of pleasure. Eryzu's bust filled his vision. If the escort's breasts had been double-Ds, what did that make these? They were enormous - creamy-white and fluffy. A single black strap belted across her chest was all that held them in place. The pale flesh quivered and strained against its restraint. Eryzu pushed her chest out further and Ken's head ducked lower and lower.

He was still staring into the endless chasm of her cleavage when Eryzu suddenly switched direction and went the way he was trying to tug her. Caught off balance, Ken lost his footing. Eryzu pulled away and Ken came toppling with her. He fell forward and Eryzu's bosom caught his face like a pair of air bags.

She twisted her wrists out of his slackened grip and wrapped her arms around his head. Ken's face was wedged right into the narrow space between her enormous boobs and trapped there. Soft like pillows, her breasts pressed tightly around the sides of his head.

They could also smother him as effectively as a pillow pressed over his face, Ken realised numbly.

He knew this. He could feel her warm skin pressed tightly up against his nose and mouth, blocking his air passages. He could feel it in the pangs of lungs starved of fresh oxygen. He knew he couldn't breathe, that she was suffocating him. He knew it, and yet he struggled to accept the reality - and gravity - of his predicament.

Smother him in her tits . . . don't be ridiculous.

All he needed to do was twist his head free.

Ken thrashed and squirmed to no avail as Eryzu crossed her arms behind his head in an unbreakable bear hug that kept his face buried in the airless gap between her breasts.

Body blows. That would work. While she held his head there was nothing protecting her soft, vulnerable midriff. Work her hard enough and she'd have to let his head go.

Ken worked her. He unloaded body blow after body blow, slamming his fists into her unprotected stomach like he was working his punchbag back home.

That's when he knew something was badly - seriously - wrong. He was hitting flesh. He felt his fists hit flesh. It was soft flesh as well. Womanly flesh. There were no rock-hard abs to deflect his blows and make him feel like he was punching a wall. Just soft flesh. And he hit it again, and again, again, and again, and nothing happened.

Ken's lungs were burning. There was no air. His face was filled with her overflowing breasts.

His punches grew weaker and weaker. He felt like he was winding down. Slowing down like a clockwork toy. Even his thoughts felt like they were wading through thick mud.

He was suffocating. In her cleavage.

This couldn't be happening. Not to him. He was someone. He was important. He earned seven figures a year. He was . . .

Ken's hands dropped to his sides. He blacked out.

* * * *

Ken came to with the crowd baying around him. He was lying on the floor of the cage. He saw the primitive chandelier hanging above him. Over to the left he saw some kind of dim balcony. Were those shapes people?

Eryzu was standing over him and blowing kisses to the mob. She'd knocked him out.

With her tits.

Fuck. Some Master of the Universe he was, fucking knocked out by a hooker with mutant tits. He tried to move but his head felt like it had just been released from a vice. His limbs didn't feel like they were connected to the rest of his nervous system and he wanted to throw up.

"Drain him!" the crowd chanted. "Drain him! Drain him!"

"Suck the leech dry!"

Eryzu turned to look down at him, a smile on her voluptuous lips. She opened her legs and bent her knees. Ken saw she'd pulled his trousers down while he'd been unconscious. His penis stood upright in an erection that mystified him until he recalled asphyxiation had that effect on most men.

Still smiling, Eryzu pulled down the zipper at her crotch. The crowd roared in anticipation. Ken's brow furrowed as she exposed the pink lips of her sex to him.

The fuck? She was going to fuck him?

Eryzu lowered her hips. Ken felt the pressure of her sex against the swollen head of his erection. Then the pressure eased and her heat was spilling down his shaft as he slid up inside her.

Without a condom, he realised numbly.

In other circumstances Ken would fuck a girl like this without a moment's hesitation. If she'd been an escort he'd have dialled her up and fucked her in a heartbeat, maybe even dropped a cool grand on those big round titties. He'd have driven his cock up inside her tight snatch for as long as he could keep it hard and coming.

But never without a condom.

That was dirty.

He didn't have any say in the matter. She lowered her hips and the fleshy pole of his cock vanished up inside her. She was tight. Really . . .

Ken sucked in a breath as muscles clenched around her. It felt like she'd vacuum-packed him in her vagina.

. . . tight.

Something wasn't right. This wasn't sex. It felt wrong. Just like when he'd buried body blow after body blow into her soft midriff and she hadn't even flinched.

"What are you?" he asked.

"Drain him! Drain him!" the crowd bellowed.

Eryzu smiled. It wasn't seductive. The eyes were wrong. Flat, black and hungry. A shark's eyes.

Ken tried to push her off, but his strength had gone. Feebly, he pawed at her breasts like an invalid.

She grabbed his wrists and forced his hands behind his back. She wrapped her legs around him and used her calves to pin his arms in place. It was like a weird cross of tantric yoga and judo. Once she locked her ankles together Ken was held as securely as if she'd bound his wrists behind his back.

He knew she couldn't be human when her pussy started to suck on him like a mouth sucking on a lollipop.

It felt like sex, but sex where all the motions were internal. Eryzu gasped in pleasure. She squeezed his body between her thighs. All the friction was generated within her vagina as the walls wrapped around his member, squeezed and tugged. Less a sex organ and more like a mouth, a warm wet mouth administering a blowjob beyond anything Ken had experienced from the best and most expensive escort agencies in the city. Sucking. Sucking. Tight hoops of flesh contracting around the base of his penis and then tugging up the shaft. Sucking and sucking while Eryzu panted in erotic abandon.




Busted Bankster



"What are you doing?" Ken asked.

Twin strands of pleasure and fear spiralled up through his body. What she was doing down there, doing to his cock, felt intensely pleasurable. But it also felt wrong. Horribly, abhorrently wrong. He tried to squirm out of her grip. She squeezed him tighter with her legs and pressed her sex down on him. The soft wet walls within her vagina continued to suck on his manhood, tugging him deeper inside.

"Normally I would drain you slowly and pleasantly over the course of a night," Eryzu said.

Again that word drain.

"But the crowd are impatient tonight."

Eryzu unhooked the strap holding her breasts in place and the large white globes, pale beneath the candlelight, fell free. Her chest expanded and she sucked in deep breaths. Her abdomen tensed and Ken felt ripples of force wash through his body. Her warm sex contracted around his penis and tugged slower and deeper. Moist flesh slid up his shaft like silk soaked in expensive oils as her vagina sucked and sucked. Ken trembled as pleasure vibrated down his shaft and ricocheted up his spine. He'd been blown by the best and most exclusive, and they might as well have been common street trash compared to what she was doing to him.

Ken screwed his eyes shut. Ragged breaths hissed out between his teeth. Oh fuck. He couldn't hold back. The pleasure was welling up from his balls. It overwhelmed the pain in his pinned arms. It overwhelmed the feel of the hard stone floor beneath him. It blotted out the crude yells of the crowd around them. It came up against the fear of the creature - for creature she had to be - wrapped around it and squashed it down into a tight ball.

"Mmm yes, baby," Eryzu crooned. "Spurt your cum inside me. Fill me."

"Hah!" Ken spluttered.

The sucking tugs of her pussy were too much. His cock throbbed and he erupted up into the moist clutch of her sex.

"Yesss!" Eryzu hissed.

Her chest rose up and down, as did her flat midriff. It was like she was flexing muscles beneath, muscles that flexed in concert until it felt like the whole of her body was sucking on his dick. Sucking on it like a straw. Sucking . . . and gulping, gulping down his semen as his body tensed and trembled in the grip of an unnatural orgasm.

Gulping. That's what the little motions of her body looked like. A girl gulping down a drink, but wrong . . . upside down. Horribly wrong.

Ken groaned. He felt violent tremors run through his cock and balls as muscles squeezed and pumped more semen into her gulping sex.

"Pour it all inside me," Eryzu sighed.

"Stop it!" Ken said when he realised his body wouldn't, couldn't. 

"It's what the crowd wants."

The muscles of her abdomen clenched and unclenched. The gulping maw of her sex pulled more semen out of Ken's shuddering body . . . and something else.

"Fuck the crowd," Ken wheezed. "I'm worth twice as much as all of them combined. I'll pay you twice whatever they're paying you. Four times. Just don't . . ." He hadn't wanted to think it, but could deny it no more. Pleasure wrapped his body in a comfortable sheet, but beneath it he felt like he was coming apart, hollowing out. ". . . kill me."

Eryzu smiled. Her black lips pouted in an obscene mockery of a kiss. "They're not the ones paying me."

She exhaled and squeezed her thighs tighter around Ken. Her chest - those swollen great tits - rose up and down as her whole body gripped Ken and pumped the semen from him. Her pussy squeezed and tugged and pumped the fluids from his body as the flow became a gush. He was emptying into her. Not just his balls, but the whole of his body.

His soul.

Eryzu hissed in triumph. Great bat wings the colour of midnight unfurled from her back. Her head went back in an erotic sigh and when it came back Ken saw she had horns and her eyes were endless black abysses. He was locked into sex with a devil, and through sex she was draining his life - and soul - away. The crowd roared.

No. This couldn't be happening. Not to him.

His head fell to the side. He was collapsing, crumbling from within. He looked up and saw the shadowy balcony. Silent figures clothed in sable darkness looked down on him. Oh god, he knew who they were. That was Jean Pierre Graff, Ken's boss at Jefferson Varrigan. Next to him was Gordon Douglas. He sat on the board of PJ Korgan, another of the big London investment banks. And behind him was the owner of Silverman Jacks. What were they doing here?

"Why?" he croaked as stared up at Graff.

He didn't understand. He was a good worker. Loyal. Valued. Invaluable. He made millions for the company.

He was one of them!

"Men have always sought goats to sacrifice in times of strife," Eryzu said.

She pressed plush lips against Ken's and sucked. He came apart in a fountain of ecstatic bliss. Eryzu held him tight while his skin wrinkled and shrunk around his bones. His body grew emaciated and shrivelled as the succubus sucked the life out of it. She finally released him with a satisfied sigh and little more than skin and bones collapsed onto the floor.

The crowd roared.

"Fucking bloodsucker. Got what he deserved."

"Ha ha, the leech sucked dry."

"She sucked that bankster scum up good and proper."

Eryzu stood up and milked their roars of appreciation. She blew them kisses and jiggled the full swell of her breasts. The men on the balcony nodded their approval. That would keep the mob happy . . . for now. They melted back into the shadows. Eryzu watched them go and smiled. They thought they were her masters, but in time she knew she'd devour them all.



Busted, But Still A Head



King, Jack. Dealer has a six showing. Gravy. I'm back in the game. I sweep my hand over my cards. The dealer flips her hole card, and there lies a queen. She has to hit, and she's going to bust. Money in the bank. Dealer takes her hit and pulls a five. "Twenty-one" the dealer announces, as if to rub salt into the wound.

I was totally cleaned out, but felt dirty at the same time. Standing up from the table at Caesar's Palace, I started contemplating my fate. I had told my girlfriend, Michelle that I was going out for the day to play golf to be followed by a poker game that night with the guys. What I had really done is sped over to Las Vegas with a $2500 stake and a chance to make my fortune.

Michelle and I had been dating for three years. We were high school sweethearts, and I fell in love with her when I saw her play Emily in Thornton Wilder's Our Town. We went to the Junior Prom together and have been together ever since. Memories linger of us together on the dance floor at the Prom. My arms were around her waist, and hers around by shoulders, holding each other tight as we danced. I would stare into her deep brown eyes, and kiss her deeply. She would rest her head against my chest, so that she could feel my heartbeat. I would kiss her on the forehead, and smell her long, brown hair. When I think of that night, I can still smell her essence and feel her head on my chest. 

We had been together for a year, and our Senior Prom awaited us. I rented my tuxedo, and she was in her gown, and we went to the dance. After the dance, most of our friends were going to a party sponsored by someone's parents. We skipped the part, and headed out to Michelle's parents' lake house. There, we held each other close, and softly kissed. I helped her out of her gown, and she stood before me in a strapless white lace bra, white thong underwear, and a garter belt, which was holding up white thigh high stockings. I took off my cummerbund, bowtie, shirt, and pants. Michelle turned out the light, and I could only see her silhouette in the moonlight. She took off her bra and her underwear, and I took off my boxer shorts. We hugged, and started kissing again. Guiding me to the bed, we lay down, and touched each other all over. It was the first time for both of us, and the nervousness started to take over. Reaching into the nightstand, Michelle produced a condom. 

She removed it from the wrapper and rolled it onto my penis. I could feel her hands shaking as she did this. I told her we didn't have to do this if she didn't want to, but she had every intention of giving me her virginity that night. Straddling my body, she started to lower herself slowly onto my penis. She was very wet and warm, warm enough that I could feel it through the rubber. She asked that we take it slow, as she lowered herself onto me. I was about halfway into her, but I felt I could not go any further. With a sudden jolt downwards, I saw a wince on Michelle's face followed by tears. I asked if she was okay, and she assured me she was fine. With a smile through her tears, she told me that she loved me. The tempo started to build, and she rode my penis. I did not last long. As soon as we reached a fast pace, I could feel an orgasm building inside of me. I grabbed her thighs with my hands to hold her down on top of me, as I sent my load gushing inside of her. I apologized for being so quick, but she told me it would be all right, and we'd have many more chances to do this. She was correct. She is the only girlfriend I have ever had, the only girl to whom I have made love, and the only girl with whom I want to be.

We dated through college, and fell more in love. We had a great sex life, and thankfully Michelle's ob/gyn put her on the pill (that was one of the happiest days of my life). Having both graduated from the University of Minnesota, we moved to Los Angeles from the Twin Cities a year ago. Michelle could give her acting career a chance to grow. She was able to get parts in a few commercials, and small parts in some independent flicks that no one saw. Perhaps I was still seeing Emily on stage, but to me, she was the greatest actress in the world.

Money was tight. Being a struggling actress didn't really pay well. I had my degree in computer science, which I put to work at a local sporting goods store. It turns out that the tech job bonanza didn't last quite as long as some of us thought which left me selling in-line skates in Santa Monica.

Despite the money problems, Michelle and I were committed to each other. She started hinting, and then suggesting, before finally demanding marriage. I am not opposed to marriage, but I didn't really have any money to buy her a decent engagement ring. She deserved more than diamond dust, and I was set on buying it for her. I went to the bank and withdrew the $2500 we had saved for the rent, gassed up the car, and headed across the desert to Vegas. 

I had a foolproof strategy. I had heard a customer at the store tell me that he never loses in Vegas. The theory is to sit at a blackjack table and if you lose a hand, you double your next bet. Once you win one hand, you are back to even money. How could I lose? I found out the answer to that question. I won my first two hands at $20 apiece. Then, I lost seven hands in a row. Our savings was now gone.

I got up from the table, not even able to tip the dealer, and it hit me. I had no money. I didn't even have enough money to eat, or for gas for the drive back to L.A. I realized I had my credit card. I could charge my way home. I walked over to an ATM to get a cash advance so I could grab a Big Mac before I left town. I opened my wallet, and I could not find my credit card. I frantically searched through every pocket in my wallet, and it was nowhere to be found. I retraced my steps, and figured the last time I used my card was when I filled up in L.A. I must've left the card at the station.

Now, with no money, no credit, no gas, and a soon-to-be angry girlfriend, I weighed my options. I could hitchhike home. I could call my parents to wire some money to me. Then, I hear, "Andy! Is that you?" I turned to look, and there was Tony, a friendly face from Minnesota. We had known each other since we were in the sixth grade, and he had moved to Minnesota from Fargo when his old man got a job as an engineer at Cenex. We played on the high school hockey team together, he was a defenseman, and I was a center. Tony insisted on buying me a drink, and seeing as how I needed one, I accepted.

We walked over to the bar, and I ordered an Amstel Light and he asked for a gin and tonic. We talked, and he told me that he just finished up at St. Cloud State, and now has a job as a researcher at 3M. He had just gotten married to some girl he met in college, and was building a house outside of Edina. It turns out that he was in Vegas for some boondoggle conference. I started telling him my sad story, how I blew every cent Michelle and I had, and I didn't know what I was going to do. Tony said that he wouldn't let down a friend from back home, and he said that I could spend the night in his room, if need be. He had just checked into the hotel, and was on his way up to his room. I thanked him, and accepted his offer.

I was only buying myself time. I knew that I was a dead man the second I walked back into the house and talked to Michelle. At least if I had a good night's sleep, I might be able to formulate a plan. Tony and I walked up to the room. As we looked inside the room, we saw that there was only one king size bed. I told Tony that it was no problem for me to sleep on the floor. It was getting late, and I didn't want Tony to be charged for double-occupancy, so I declined a rollaway cot. I grabbed an extra pillow from the closet, and set up camp on the floor. Before I fell asleep, I used my cell phone to call Michelle, and tell her that I was too drunk to drive home, and I was just going to spend the night at my friend's house when we were finished playing poker. She was pretty upset that I wasn't coming home, but she understood that safety came first. Of course, my cell phone number came up on our called identification, not a Las Vegas number. My tracks were covered for now.

I eventually dozed off to sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night, and it was freezing in the room. I heard the legend that the hotels in Vegas pump oxygen into the rooms through the air conditioning units as a stimulant. But this was ridiculous. It reminded me of being back home in Minnesota. I got up and looked in the closet for a blanket. The sound of the closet door opening woke Tony, and he asked what I was doing at that hour. I told him that I needed a blanket. Tony said that I should get into bed and then I would be warm. I figured it was a king sized bed, and we would each have our space, so I climbed into bed. We each stayed on our side of the bed as we again fell asleep.

Awhile later, I woke up as I felt something on my arm. I looked, and Tony was dead asleep, but he had spooned next to me. His arm was draped over mine, and I heard him mutter something about Julie, his wife. Tony was no small guy. He is about six foot four inches tall, and built like a rock. And this rock was trying to get tender with me. I felt his hand reach under my shirt, touching my belly and my chest. I didn't know what to do. I felt weird as he touched me, but he was so gentle, lightly caressing me. Then I realized that I was slowly getting an erection as he touched me. Was I getting off on this? As I contemplated this, I started to feel a poking in my abdomen. Oh my, was Tony getting off on this?

I started to concentrate on the feelings. His hand on my chest, his breath on my neck, his dick poking my ass, and I was getting more aroused. I reached down and pulled my shorts below my ass, and I felt Tony's hard prick against my skin. I adjusted myself so his penis was between my ass cheeks. I started to feel the head of Tony's cock rubbing in my crack, and touching my asshole. He was humping me in his sleep!

By this time, I was rock hard. All of this stimulation had me ready to come, and my dick had not even been touched. I loved the feeling of Tony's cock, and I craved more of it. My asshole was not nearly ready for it, so I softly rolled over, trying not to wake Tony. I looked down, and I saw this monstrosity poking out from the fly in his boxers. I reached down and I touched it softly with my fingertips. I looked at Tony's face, and he amazingly still seemed to be asleep. He was a handsome man. He had short, well-groomed black hair, and he was clean-shaven. He didn't sleep with a shirt on, and he had strong, powerful pectorals, and textbook six-pack abs. I leaned over and gently kissed his lips. I had never done anything like this with a man before, and I don't know why I was so aroused by this man. I slowly kissed down is muscular chest, and his hairless stomach, until his cock was at eye-level. It was huge, and ready to erupt like the volcano outside the Mirage. 

I stuck out my tongue and licked the tip of his dick, and tasted the salty bitterness of his pre-cum. I licked more or his shaft, licking the veins up and down. I finally summoned the courage to take the head into my mouth. I didn't know what I was doing; I just tried to mimic what Michelle had done to me many times. I pretended like I was French kissing the head of his penis, my tongue playing in the cleft beneath the hole. I took more of his penis into my mouth, and I thought I was going to vomit all over him. It took all of my might to suppress my gag reflex, and I was still only able to get half of his penis into my mouth. I licked and moved my mouth up and down his shaft, while my fingers tickled his balls. I felt Tony's hands running through my hair, and he started thrusting his hips, as if he were fucking my mouth. Then, with one big grunt, he spewed into my mouth. I felt the hot liquid hit the back of my throat and I almost choked. Before I could open my throat, more and more came into my mouth and I could barely contain it. Eventually the tidal rush of semen was over, and I was able to take a big gulp and then come up for air. I gently gave his penis a small tug to get any remaining semen out, and then licked it off the head of his quickly softening dick. Tony muttered, "Thanks, Andy. You're the best." He then rolled over and fell back asleep.

Eventually morning came, and I woke up to an empty bed. Tony had left a note saying that he had an early tee time, and thanks for a great time last night. I read the note, trying to comprehend what happened. Did I really lose all my money? Did I really give one of my old friends head? Was I gay? What do I tell Michelle? My head was spinning. I noticed under the note a $50 bill. Tony had left another note with it saying, "Hope this helps you get back home. But, if it doesn't you're welcome to stay another night."

Lying in bed, flashbacks of the previous night darted through my head. The memories of pleasuring Tony were so I real I could almost feel his penis in my mouth. My cock had started to harden as I thought more of the experience. I started to stroke my dick until I had a full erection. My mind wandering, I thought of Tony. I imagined him touching my chest, and rubbing his dick upon my ass. I could see him shoving his penis into my asshole, while his arms were wrapped around me. He was brutally pounding my rectum, and I was begging for more of his meat inside me. I imagined Tony spurting his hot semen into my ass, and as the image came to me, I climaxed. My semen shot up and landed on my face and chest.

I got up, and showered. I put on the same clothes I had on the prior day, and went downstairs. I was starving. I sat at the all-you-can-eat breakfast buffet, and gorged myself. While I was eating, I was getting back in touch with reality. At the next table, I heard a couple of guys talking about their betting strategy. They were going to hit the blackjack tables, and go with progressive betting. They reasoned that blackjack is a streaky game, and you had to capitalize on the hot and minimize the cold. They would start with their minimum bet, and then if they won the hand up it to one and a half the minimum bet, and then if they won again to two and a half times, and then to four times. If they lost, they would go back to their minimum bet. It sounded good to me too. I paid my bill, and walked over to a blackjack table.

I put down $20 on the first hand, about half of my net worth at the time. I won. I put down $30, and I won again. I was up to a $50 bet, and I won again. Then, I threw $80 on the table, and I won again. In an instant I was up $180. I started to alternate winning hands and losing hands until I caught fire again, and I was up $360. After another lull, I was hot again, and suddenly I was up about $550. I decided that I needed to up the stakes to take advantage of my good fortune. I threw down $100, and took my progressions from there. I won four in a row for another $900. I waited out another lukewarm stretch before I won three in a row again, and put a $400 bet out there. A king and an ace were dealt, for $600. I had made it. I had the $2500 back. I was ready to leave, but everyone at the table was ticked off, as I was going to leave in the middle of a shoe. The table had been winning, and no one wanted me to throw off their karma. I pleaded with them that I was at break even, and I was ready to go. Apparently there were some Kenny Rogers fans at the table that told me to stop counting my money at the table. So, I laid down another $100, and won again. The shoe finally ended, and I told the dealer to color me up. I had turned $50 into $4350. I threw $100 at the dealer, wished everyone gold luck, and cashed out. I now had $1750 for an engagement ring.

I raced back to L.A., and stopped at a jeweler, and bought a beautiful $5000 ring, using the $1750 as a down payment. I was going into debt again, but I did love Michelle, and she deserved this, and I knew I needed a good excuse to explain where I was the last few days. I got home, and Michelle was there. She was not in a great mood. She started asking me where I was, what have I been doing, why haven't I called her all day. I told her that I had gone shopping for her. I got down on one knee, and showed her the one and a half carat diamond on a platinum engagement ring. I told her I loved her more than anything in the world, and asked her to make me the happiest man alive, and she said yes.

Michelle started kissing me with deep, wet kisses. Breaking our kiss, we ran into the bedroom. She tore off my t-shirt and my jeans, and started to kiss me all over. I flipped her onto her back, and I pushed up her shirt and kissed her stomach. She pulled her shirt over her head, and removed her bra, and in an instant I was devouring her nipples. With a free hand, I started to unbutton her shorts and felt between her legs. She was soaking wet. I pushed off her shorts and underwear, leaving her naked below me. I kicked off my boxer shorts, and told her again that I loved her. I kissed her deeply as my penis entered her. Feeling her warmth around me penis, I pumped in and out of her, and we were in perfect rhythm, perfect harmony. It was not just our bodies making love to one another, it was our beings, and it was our souls. She was my voice of reason, my balance. I realized that without her, my life would spiral out of control, as it had in Las Vegas. I thought of these things and I made love to her, as we brought each other closer to orgasm. She started to moan, and I felt her tighten about me, which set off my own orgasm. I clenched up as if pouring all of my love into her at once.

I still think of Tony, and that night we had in Las Vegas. Eventually, I mailed him back the $50 he gave me. Since Michelle and I got married, I have not been with another person. She is everything to me. I still have fantasies about what would've happened if I stayed in Las Vegas, but the fantasies can't measure up to the reality I have with Michelle.



Busted By Daddy



So Daddy walked in on me and his fiancée while she had just given me the orgasm of my life. He was not a happy man, to say the least and as I sat alone in my bedroom I felt very guilty. I also felt a bit horny still. I mean, I was all set to have my first taste of pussy, and a beautiful pussy at that when dad interrupted our morning. I wondered what the hell he was doing home so early anyway?

I went out into the hallway and listened in at their bedroom door but could hear nothing but the sound of the television. I went downstairs and looked out and saw Daddy's car in the driveway but Cindy's little convertible was gone. I suddenly felt terrible. What if I was the cause of the two of them splitting up? What if I stood in the way of their happiness? My earlier high was gone and I slumped my shoulders and thought to myself I had to fix this, to make everything okay. 

I went back upstairs and stood outside Daddy's door. I was going to change since all I was wearing was a long t-shirt that went almost to my knees. I hadn't put panties back on since I was still so wet from Cindy's masterful tongue work. I don't know why I didn't change. Then I heard a low moan coming from Daddy's room and it sounded like a woman's voice but not Cindy's. I knocked and a moment later the moan stopped. "What?" I heard my fathers voice yell out. 

"It's me Daddy. I need to talk to you" I said sheepishly. Another minute went by, "Please Daddy, for a minute?" I tried the door but it was locked. I started to walk away dejected when I heard the door being unlocked. I went back and knocked again and this time dad told me to come in.

Dad looked warm, he was sitting up in bed with the covers to his waist, his hairy, muscular chest looked sexy and in less then a minute I found myself having those sexual thoughts again about my dad. I wondered if he was naked under those covers. I also caught him staring at my legs as I sat next to him on the bed. My nipples felt like pebbles and I knew Daddy would see them pressed against my t-shirt.

I explained to Daddy what had happened earlier and that it was my fault that anything sexual happened. Cindy reluctantly shaved me since I saw her naked in Greece and wanted to look the same way. Daddy's eyes shifted toward my crotch and I wondered how much he got to see earlier when he caught his fiancée with her tongue in my cookie jar. I told him I just couldn't help myself, I had become so turned on. 

"So you're a lesbian?" dad asked. I shook my head no. I told him that was my first time. Did you pleasure her?" this time I saw his expression change, to soften slightly. 

"No... but I would have. She's so sexy. I was never attracted to another girl before but the thought of doing to her what she did to me made me crazy. It's still making me crazy," I said and blushed slightly. 

We sat in total silence for what seemed like hours but was only about a minute or two. "I'm sorry that I interrupted the two of you," he said. "If I had it to do all over I think I may have stood back quietly and watched." 

I leaned in when he said that and kissed him on the cheek. I let my hand brush over the covers and I could feel his erection. "Did a part of you like what you saw?" I was feeling a bit bolder now and more in control of the seduction that was unfolding. He told me he only saw my breasts but that they were quite lovely. I said "yeah right," because I had felt inferior about my tits since I saw Cindy's for the first time. 

"Sweetheart, you have turned out to be a very sexy young lady and you have a hell of a sexy body. They don't have to be as big as Cindy's to be equally as appealing" he put his hand on my shoulder and smiled. 

"Could you tell me if I'm as sexy down there? I mean, now that its shaved I would love a man's opinion." He shook his head and became a little unsettled. He cleared his throat and told me that he shouldn't be talking to me like this, let alone having the thoughts that he was having. I knew I had him then, I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. "Just let me know what you think" I said and before he could protest again I stood and lifted my t-shirt over my head and was standing before my father naked for the first time in probably 13 or 14 years.

Now he blushed but he didn't turn away. I opened my legs slightly and asked him what he thought of my new look. He just stared at my open pussy, still wet from earlier and juicing heavily again as I stood exposing myself. "Wow" was all dad finally said. "Look closer," I said and stood up on the bed and before dad could get a word out I was lowering my pussy onto his face.

He was sitting up but he lay back quickly taking me with him and his tongue was soon dancing all over my wetness and I was having my first orgasm from my Daddy soon after that. I was moaning as loudly as earlier in the morning, telling him to lick his little girls pussy real good. He had a talented tongue as well and I wondered if their were a couple on earth that both ate pussy as well as dad and Cindy.

After the waves of my first orgasm passed I stood and tuned around, lowering myself back on Daddy's face but this time I wanted to see his cock. I leaned forward and pulled the covers away and looked at him. He was hard as a rock. His cock was maybe half as long as Franklin's but it was much thicker. Dad also had a huge, hairy set of balls that were hanging between his legs and that was sexy as hell to me. I nuzzled my face against his crotch and took his hard cock and rubbed it against my cheeks, over my chin, and against my lips. I was instantly in love with my Daddy's nice cock. 

I decided to lick his balls first. I've given more than a few blowjobs and never really paid much attention to a guys balls but then, I'd never had such a remarkable set. I licked his sac until they were soaked with my spit. Then I pointed his swollen, purple head towards my mouth and just as I took him in I was overcome with my second orgasm. I let his cock slip from my mouth for fear of biting him until the waves of my orgasm finally passed. My clit was so sensitive at that point that I had to move away from my Daddy's face and I got in a much better position to suck his cock. All I could think of now was that I wanted him to, no... needed him to cum in my mouth.

I was between his legs, which were spread and he was bending them at the knees and I had those perfect balls at my disposal again and decided to give them a little more attention. From this angle I was able to suck on his hairy sac which he seemed to really like. I wrapped my fist around his cock which was so thick that my fingers didn't touch. I stroked him slowly and licked his balls thoroughly for at least ten minutes. Finally he spoke, "Suck Daddy's cock...please honey" and I smiled up at him.

I ran my tongue from his balls up the shaft to the plum sized head and was rewarded with his delicious pre-cum which I quickly tasted and liked. He had no shortage there and as I sucked he kept leaking the clear, sweet stuff into my mouth. My Daddy had the most amazing cock in the world and I wanted to sit on it and have him fuck me, but before I got the chance he started lifting his hips and fucking my mouth rapidly. "I'm gonna cum baby," he said and true to his word, a minute later he was blasting my tonsils with his warm, thick cum. As fast as I swallowed, there was just too much and some of it dripped from the corner of my mouth.

I didn't want to let Daddy's cock go but he was so sensitive after he came. I slid up his body and we kissed for the first time as man and woman and not father and daughter. I told him he would have to fuck me now but he said that would be so wrong. He said what we just shared was beautiful but that we couldn't do it again and no one must ever know. I just agreed and nodded my head because I knew I would get to fuck him despite his uncertain feelings on the matter. I looked down and his cock had become soft, it looked so cute and in that state seemed as thick as it was long. His balls were still huge though and still hanging there looking so good.

"Daddy, are you going to fuck Cindy when she gets back?" I asked in a little girls voice and he said he definitely planned on it. "Good" I said, "you should leave the door unlocked this time so I can see." 

He looked down at me and he smiled. "If that's what my little girl wants."



Busted By My Brother



Ever since my family bought our first computer and got on the internet, I have looked up porn on it. It started with trying to find Jenny McCarthy naked, but then it expanded into all the nasty stuff out there like bestiality, BSDM, and eventually incest. I got bored of all that stuff. I then got my first look at a little bit of gay porn, and I loved it. A big cock was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I loved fantasizing about taking a big 8' cock and just sucking it dry. One thing that I used to do to get myself really horny is, when nobody is home, take off all my clothes, leave them all upstairs and go down and look up some porn, usually gay porn, completely naked. I thought it was so hot knowing that at any point my parents or my brother could come home and I would be in so much trouble. I didn't want that to happen, but one day, it did. 

I was downstairs looking at this series of pics where 2 guys were going at each other. One was really big and he was really fucking this much smaller twink. Really cute series. I then heard a noise upstairs. I could tell it was my older brother, Jordan, coming home from his friend's house. He wasn't supposed to be home for another hour or so. He must have been come home early. I panicked. I didn't know what to do. I was stranded downstairs, with no clothes, and the biggest hardon you have ever seen. 

What could I do? I did the only thing that made sense, continue what I was doing. Now I was pretty sure that Jordan did porn also, so it's not like this will be new to him. I stayed quiet, hoping he would leave so I could escape. But all I heard was silence. About ten minutes later, I heard him coming down the stairs. "Well, here's the moment of truth." I thought to myself, just trying to imagine what his reaction would be. I was about to find out. Much to my surprise (and pleasure) he walks into the office buck naked, just like I was. He thought I was still at work to. He was going to come down and do a little afternoon porn just like I was. 

Now as you can pick up, this was very awkward. Neither of us wanted to break the silence. He stood and I sat there totally naked, just staring at each other. Both of us had these raging hardons, I was doing porn, he was looking forward to doing porn. Well, someone had to break the silence, and me, being the younger brother decided I would do it. 

"Nice cock." I said, hoping he would take it as a joke. 

He didn't laugh. "Thanks" he remarked, not knowing what else to say. 

"So where do we go from here?" I asked him as I got up from my chair and walked towards him. 

"I don't know," he replied, still not knowing what to say. 

"Here's my opportunity." I thought to myself as I moved toward him. "Well I know where I want to go," as I got up into his face. Our 2 cocks accidentally brushed up against each other momentarily. I was so turned on. I then went for it. This was my chance to fulfill my fantasy of both homosexuality and incest. I kissed Jordan passionately trying to get my tongue in his mouth. Sadly, I failed. I think he was a little shocked. I was about to turn around, rejected, when Jordan surprised me. He reached out his hand and grabbed my rock hard cock. Things are looking up! 

After grabbing my cock he then kissed me better then any girl has ever kissed me. He got his tongue so far down my throat I almost gagged. After exchanging a couple of hot kisses, he took me by the cock up to his room. We kissed some more and felt each other all over. He then started moving down to my neck, then to my chest, stomach, and eventually to my cock. 

I had never had oral sex before, man or woman. It felt so good. I about came right then, but I was able to hold it. I pulled his mouth away and I moved down to his cock. It was amazing. He tried to pull my face away, but I wouldn't let him. I sucked him until he came all over me. 

It tasted so good. It was warm and salty and just absolutely delicious. Just then, we heard the garage door open up. It must be my mom home from work. "To be continued." I uttered as I ran to the shower so I could wash his cum of my face. I took a shower and exited like nothing had happened. But ever since then, he's been trying to get me to come through on that continuation... 



Busted by My Sister's Boyfriend



My sister Alicia is 2 years older than I am and built like a Greek Goddess with her braided blonde hair, slender body, long silky legs, tight round ass, and 36D breasts. Her boyfriend Bob is a college freshman soccer player who regularly spends the weekends at our house. My parents do a lot of weekend travel to relieve the stress of their jobs, so the house is virtually ours to do whatever we wish when Friday rolls around. 

This particular weekend wasn't much different than the others. Mom and Dad said good-bye around 4pm Friday and Bob and Alicia headed to the bedroom immediately afterwards. I was left to tug on my dick as I listened to the moans and groans coming from my sister's bedroom. I usually fantasized about being there in the room and letting my sister give me head while Bob took her from behind. If I were really lucky, I'd find a pair of my sister's silk panties in the laundry basket, and jerk off with them wrapped around my cock while listening to the two of them go at it.

Today was Bob's 21st birthday and Alicia was threw him a party at our house. The place was packed with all kind of hotties and beer and booze was every where. I mingled quietly watching the activities of the evening including the constant flow of couples in and out of the family bedrooms. At one point, I noticed one couple going into an already occupied room and thought they'd come hurrying out, but they were in there for a good 30 minutes before both couples came out together laughing and giggling. I can only imagine what went on behind those closed doors. Others couples weren't so discreet and kissed, groped, and grabbed whatever they could wherever they could. The activity kept my dick hard the entire evening until the party died down. As the last couples left shortly after 2 in the morning, glassy-eyed Alicia asked me if I'd be a good brother and clean up for her as Bob was too drunk to do anything but go to bed. I was about to tell her to fuck off when she pressed her big breast against my chest and gave me a kiss on the lips – how could I refuse her request after that? 

Off they stumbled to her bedroom as I reluctantly began to pick up the remains of the party. A few minutes later I could hear the old familiar sounds of sexual foreplay coming from my sister's room. I had thought that they were too far gone to be doing that, but apparently I was wrong. This went on for several minutes before it finally got the best of me. I crept quietly upstairs towards my sister's room in hopes of listening in thru the door. Much to my surprise, the door was partially opened, most likely due to their carelessness in their drunken state. I figured if I had to do their clean-up, I might as well get something out of it so I leaned against the wall and peered thru the opening in the door.

There on the bed sat my sister, blouse unbuttoned, braless, and panty-clad giving a completely naked Bob a blowjob. I was mesmerized by the scene in front of me and my dick was standing at full attention. Bob had his hands on his hips as he thrust his cock in and out of my sister's mouth. Alicia's lipstick coated lips were firmly wrapped around his cock as she massaged his balls with one hand and stroked his long hard dick with the other. I stood there watching this as I stroked my own cock too.

This went on very several minutes until Bob took his cock out of my sister's mouth and rubbed it across her face. In a drunken slur he told her that he wanted to fuck her tight little pussy and then reached down and grabbed her legs and lifted them up in the air. This caused Alicia to fall back onto the bed with her blouse falling completely open. Her tits were completely exposed and her nipples were hard with excitement. Bob reached down and pulled Alicia's panties to the side and then proceeded to rub his dick up and down her wet pussy. Alicia squirmed and moaned at the teasing before finally begging him to put it in. Bob placed the head of his dick at her opening and slowly pushed his engorged cock into her cunt. Bob teased Alicia by only pushing a couple of inches in and withdrawing it in order to hear her beg for more. Eventually she got what she wanted as Bob buried his cock into Alicia and rested it there while she climaxed. I couldn't believe my sister had cum so quickly but there she lay thrashing back and forth as Bob simply stood there with his cock buried in her. 

Once her climax subsided, Bob continued to fuck my sister, this time for his own pleasure. Alicia's tits were bouncing up and down as Bob pounded away at her pussy. Bob rubbed Alicia's swollen clitty with his left thumb as Alicia twisted both of her nipples with her free hands. I could tell Alicia was close to climaxing again and I timed my climax with hers perfectly, shooting a load of cum across the carpet and letting out a sigh of relief. Unfortunately for me, that sigh was a little louder than I expected and I was sure that someone had heard it. I looked back in the room and saw Alicia still thrashing in climax but saw Bob looking directly at the opening in the door. My heart sank and I ran back down stairs hoping that Bob was too drunk to notice me standing in the hallway. 

I went about cleaning the house pretending that nothing had happened and hoping that the lump in my pants would quickly disappear. Fifteen minutes passed and all was quiet in the house and I thought I had gotten lucky and gotten away with something. That was until the silence was broken by Bob's voice behind me asking, "did you enjoy watching me fuck your big sister tonight Chuckie?"

I froze like a deer in headlights not knowing what to say. I hated it when he called me "Chuckie" and I hated to think what my sister would say if she too knew I was watching them. 

I turned and said, "Bob, please don't say anything to my sister, I just happened to be walking by and..." 

It was at that point that I realized that Bob was standing there naked, with a semi hard dick covered with the combined juices produced by the scene that I had just witnessed. I stared at his big wet cock and my own dick began to rise. 

"Well, little Chuckie, I'm not only going to tell Alicia what you were doing, I'm going to tell your Mom and Dad what a little pervert son they have when they get home."

"No, no, please Bob, please don't tell them. I'll do anything you say just please don't say a word to them," I said. 

That's when Bob reached down and grabbed the base of his dick with his hand and started to wave it around. 

"Anything Chuckie?" he asked. 

I gulped while looking at his cock and said, "well, yeah, I guess so." 

Bob walked over to me and stood in front of me for a second before placing his hands on my shoulders and pushing me to my knees. There in front of me, two inches from my face, stood his semi-erect penis, wet with his cum and the juices from my sister's pussy. Bob picked up his cock and placed it at my lips and leaned forward pushing his cock into my mouth. The slippery cock slid into my mouth without a problem and the wetness was surprisingly tasty. I couldn't believe how big Bob's dick was getting, much longer and thicker than mine had ever. He placed his hands on both sides of my head and began to face fuck me with his dick. I reached up and gently squeezed his balls and rolled them in my hand. I took his cock in my other hand and stroked it as he fucked my face. My own little dick was standing straight up again, leaking cum from the tip. Bob quickened his pace and I could feel his balls tighten. Shortly thereafter, his knees buckled slightly before he dumped a load of sperm into my waiting mouth. It filled my mouth to the brink and spilled out the corners of my lips. My cock exploded as well without me even touching it. Once Bob went limp, he removed his cock from my mouth and rubbed it across my face like he had done to my sister and told me that I was a good little cocksucker "almost as good as your sister," he said. 

I took that as a compliment and smiled until he told me that from now on, whenever my sister wasn't around and he was horny, I was going to be his blowjob buddy or he would tell my friends and family what I just did. Fuck, and I thought this was just a one-time thing. 

"Do you understand Chuckie?" he said. 

"Yes," I whimpered. 

"Good, then get up and get the rest of the house clean. I'm going to bed now and expect breakfast to be ready when I get up," he said before slapping me on the ass and heading back upstairs. 

The next morning I had breakfast ready as he had requested and my sister was amazed at how clean the house was and that I had made them breakfast. She gave me a great big hug and I could feel her breast pressing into me thru the satin nightshirt she was wearing. 

"Look at what Chuck did for us honey," she said, "isn't he the greatest brother on the planet Bob." 

"Oh yeah, he's a real sweetheart of a brother," he said given me a little shit eating grin that we both understood.

From that day on, Bob started to come over the house more often throughout the week under the pretense of helping me with my math work. My family thought it was wonderful of Bob to take time out of his busy schedule to help me and Alicia was tickled that Bob and I had struck up such a great relationship. Of course, Bob and I knew that the only studying being done behind my bedroom door was me studying this size of his dick as it went in and out of my mouth. This went on for several months and I had actually become accustomed to and learned to enjoy being Bob's little cocksucker whenever the urge hit him. Then one day, when my parents and sister were out, I was in the middle of blowing Bob when all of a sudden the door flew open. There in the opening stood my sister Alicia, eyes wide, jaw dropped as Bob stood there with his cock in my mouth and I knelt there with my dick in my hand.

"What the fuck is going on here," she cried.

Bob's dick dropped out of my mouth as he said, "hey, I can explain honey. I caught this little pervert spying on us screwing one night and I was just making him pay for it." 

"You what? You were watching us fuck? You fucking pervert. Do you watch Mom and Dad fuck too you little pervert? I can't believe this," she said. 

My dick shriveled up and wanted to crawl inside my body. I felt stupid kneeling there in front of my sister with my pants undone and her boyfriend's cock exposed. 

"I ought to kick the crap out of you right here and now you little faggot," she said. 

I started to get up and she pushed me right back down. 

"You're not going anywhere pussyboy until I tell you can, do you understand me?" she said. 

I looked down and whimpered "yes" and she grabbed my hair and pulled my head up and said, "I can't hear you pussyboy, speak up!" 

"Yes, I understand Alicia," I said louder this time in order to avoid more pain. 

"Good, then while you're down there, finish what you started. I want to see just how good of a cocksucker you are pussyboy," she said. 

I couldn't believe I was going to have to suck her boyfriend's cock off in front of her but I also didn't want Mom and Dad to find out about this so I turned towards Bob and took his dick in my hand before resuming where I left off. I tried to pretend that I wasn't enjoying what I was doing, but my little dick gave me away stretching it's little head out and becoming hard again. 

"Oh look at that Bob, Chuckie really likes what he's doing here, his little dickie is getting hard while he sucks on your cock. I didn't realize my brother was such a good little cocksucker, did you?" she said. 

Bob just smiled and kept plowing away at my mouth, of course he knew, I had been his student for the last couple of months now. 

I could tell by the pace and the swelling of Bob's cock that he was ready to explode but instead of leaving his dick in my mouth and allowing me to swallow his cum like he had done so many times before, he pulled his dick out and sprayed his load all over my face, wiping the head of his dick across my lips when he was done. 

"Wow, that was great Bob, and such a big load. Wipe your face off with your hands Chuckie and lick your fingers dry when you're done," Alicia said. 

I did as she asked pretending not to enjoy the task at hand. 

"I've gotten so horny watching you suck off my boyfriend that I need a fucking myself," she said. 

"C'mon Bob, let's go to my room and bring pussyboy with you I have something to show him." 

Bob grabbed me by the ear and pulled me from the ground and I followed them to her room. Inside Alicia said, "so you like to watch you big sister getting fucked huh Chuckie? Well then, I'm going to give you that chance up close and personal today." 

With that, she began to undress making me feel even more self-conscious about being there. Of course, those feelings were quickly forgotten as she stood there totally naked in front me, with her perky nipples pointing upwards, and a whisper of hair above her wet pussy. 

"On the bed on your back pussyboy – now!" she snapped. 

I climbed on the bed with my head on her pillows only to hear her snap again, "Oh no, pussyboy, I want your head at the end of the bed and not my my pillows." 

I rotated myself around so my head was at the end of her bed as requested. She then climbed up onto the bed and straddled me, with head towards my feet and her pussy directly above my face. 

"Is this what you wanted to see Chuckie? Your big sister's tight little pussy up close? Do you want to see Bob put his big fat cock up your sister's cunt? Well you're going to have to get me wet before I let Bob stick his dick in me, start licking pussyboy," she said as she lowered her pussy onto my face. 

I had never really eaten a pussy before but I had seen it done in a couple of porn flicks. I tried to imitate what I had seen and it apparently was working based on my sister's reaction. Her pussy was dripping wet and her clitty was sticking out like a small little dick. 

"Ok, Bob, I need your dick inside me. Fuck me Bob while pussyboy licks my cunt." 

Bob rubbed his dick across my lips and along my sister's pussy lips in order to lubricate his throbbing cock. He then buried it into her cunt with one swift movement and began thrusting in and out as she rocked herself against him. Bob's balls were dragging over my forehead and across my nose as I lapped at my sister's pussy. The scene above me had caused my dick to be hard and start leaking juices from the head. 

"Oh look at this Bob, pussyboy is cumming and we haven't even touched his little dickie," Alicia said as she wiped some of my cum onto her fingers and then rammed her wet fingers up my ass. 

This caused me to cum a second time and sent shock waves thru my entire body. It must have drove Alicia crazy too as she began to yell and scream as her own climax swept thru her body. Bob's climax followed hers and I watched his balls empty load after load of hot cum into my sister's pussy. As the two of them settled down, Bob's dick went limp and fell onto my waiting mouth. 

"Clean me off pussyboy," he said and I eagerly obliged. 

As I finished cleaning his dick, I looked up to see a small pool of his cum starting to flow from the opening in my sister's pussy. 

"You're not done quite yet pussyboy, time to clean your sister up," she said as she lowered her wet pussy to my mouth. 

I licked and sucked their combined juices from her cunt as she humped my face like she did Bob's cock. Her clitty was even more pronounced than before and she came again sending a renewed flow of her own juices and Bob's flooding my face. I lapped up every drop of it until she rolled off of me exhausted. 

"Well, pussyboy, it seems you're just about as good eating pussy as you are sucking dick. Perhaps we'll keep you our little secret and not tell Mom and Dad after all, that is of course, as long as you continue to do what we tell you to do, is that understood Chuckie," she said. 

"Yes, I understand Alicia, and thanks for keeping this our little secret," I said. 

In the back of my mind, I was wishing I had looked in and got caught a long time ago as this had turned out to be a lot more fun than I had expected. I enjoyed being their little pussyboy and looked forward to our next adventure.

(to be continued?)