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Broke

By: STR8Male



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I was broke. Not a penny to my name. I guess I could have hocked my wee pen knife. I might have gotten a dollar for it. That is why I didn't give it up. After all, a man has his limits.

This wasn't a good situation for a 22 year old man, but that is where I found myself. Yes, I could blame my ex-wife, who had raked me over the proverbial divorce coals. But we had been married barely a month! Then I found myself assailed by an upscale law firm in a manner that left me bereft of my few assets. All the time I was absent from work, answering absurd charges by her attorneys, cost me my job. Let me tell you now, friends, don't marry while you are in college!

That is how I wound up sleeping in the park of a large Midwestern city as I was hitchhiking across the country to Arizona. I had a high school friend who had moved there a couple of years before and he told me there were plenty of jobs and the state was beautiful. I was young and brash, leaving with just a few dollars in my pocket, hoping I could pick up a few odd jobs here and there in order to eat. But things hadn't worked out as well as I'd hoped. After two weeks, I hadn't eaten in two days and I was still 1500 miles from Arizona.

That morning, as I awoke in the park, it was filled with people as the bell tower tolled twelve times. If I had still owned a watch, I might have realized it was Saturday. But the watch was long gone, taken by my ex and her greedy lawyers. Embarrassed at being so tousled and grubby, I marched off to the restroom, where I brushed my teeth with my worn out toothbrush. I had no toothpaste. I then washed in the sink, using my washrag to both wash and dry myself, after I wrung it as near dry as possible. After running my comb through my hair, which still functioned despite several missing teeth, I felt halfway human again, though I was hungrier than I had ever been in my life. I wondered if I might try to panhandle. It could be risky. I didn't know the laws in this city and I might wind up in jail, but at least there I would get fed, so I took the risk.

I didn't even have the materials to make a sign, so I tried a purely verbal approach. The first few people, met with my "I'm hungry, but will work for food", looked at me with either fear or disdain, moving to the other side of the path. About that time a pair of women, perhaps 25 years old, came jogging down the path.

They were quite beautiful, and dressed in the latest, expensive, designer jogging suits which clung to them like a second skin. I couldn't help but feel my penis stir; after all, I was young and hungry, not dead. As I stepped out to intercept their course, they slowed. I noticed one put her hand into her pink fanny pack, probably reaching for pepper spray, or worse. I quickly blurted out my plea and they stopped entirely, looking meaningfully at one another.

The blonde one asked, "Where are you from?" I told her where I had lived in South Carolina. The redhead leaned in close and whispered to the blonde, then the blonde asked, "Can you do yard work?"

I nodded my head eagerly, "Oh, yes ma'am! I can run lawnmowers, edgers, weed eaters, fertilizer spreaders, you name it. I did a lot of that when I was a kid."

They conferred and the blonde, apparently the spokeswoman for the pair, said, "Ok, meet us at the east entrance to the park in an hour. We'll pick you up there."

I blurted out a, "Yes, Ma'am! I'll be there. Thank you!" And then they jogged on off out of site.

Looking around I was trying to decide which direction was east, then gave myself a slap in the head. It was early morning. All I had to do was walk into the sun. As I walked along, I saw a family sitting at a park bench rise and leave the remnants of a fast food breakfast behind. I eased over, making sure that they were leaving. They didn't look back. There was a muffin stuffed with egg and bacon with one tiny bite out of it. I overcame my revulsion and snatched it up. It was gone almost before I could get it into my mouth. I noted a half full cup of orange juice and sucked it up as if it were manna from heaven. And to me, at that moment, it was.

Being a good citizen, I picked up the remaining garbage to put it into the nearby trash can which the family had ignored. During my clean up, I found a pristine triangle of hash browns! After gobbling that down, I felt almost human again. It is amazing how little it can take to make a person happy.

I took my time getting to the east gate to the park. After all, life suddenly seemed much better. The park was beautiful and somehow I felt as if I belonged there just as much as the other citizens enjoying the beautiful spring day. So my path meandered a bit. Just as I arrived at the exit, the tower bell rang. It was one o'clock! At almost the beginning of the bell stroke, a huge BMW pulled up at the curb where I stood searching for the two women.

A darkly tinted passenger window slide silently and quickly downward, as the car stopped next to me. The blonde said, "Get in the back." I heard the electric lock click, and I climbed into the back seat. The blonde said, "Buckle up." Then we joined the traffic and were soon on the interstate.

We drove for nearly an hour. I just sat there, fielding an occasional question. The blonde wanted to know about my family, and I told her that I was alone in the world. My only known relative, my mother, had died just before I got married. I probably responded too much about my ex-wife, because she interrupted me, "So, when are you expected in Arizona?"

"Well, James isn't actually expecting me. I bumped into him at sports bar just before I got evicted from my apartment and he gave me his address, but no phone number. When things got really bad a couple of weeks later, I figured I'd take him up on his offer to visit and look for a job. That's how I wound up trying to hitchhike across the country. Hitchhiking isn't as easy as it looks in the movies."

The redhead exited the interstate and we wove through some mountainous terrain for another half hour, as the blonde continued to question me. She even asked about my sexual experience! That surprised me, but I thought she wanted to make sure I wasn't some disease ridden home or worse. I did admit to her that I had used some pot a couple of times in high school, but had quit after I graduated. She seemed satisfied with my life history and said not one more word for the next half hour.

The redhead had turned onto a side road that twisted so sharply in the mountains that sometimes it seemed as if we were passing ourselves going the other way. It was deeply wooded, very isolated country. I found myself wondering why they would drive two hours, or more, to take a jog in a park. I blew of that thought, thinking they probably had other business in the city and just took advantage of the beautiful day to get in some exercise.

Our last turn was into a huge wrought iron gate, flanked by massive stone bulwarks. The big BMW idled up a drive that was easily two miles long! Suddenly, with the last twist in the drive, we were pulling up before a palatial home that looked like a medieval castle. There were hints, here and there, that it was modern construction.

At that point, I had a puzzling thought. The native woodland rolled right up the walls of the huge home. There was no lawn, just trees with deep humus covering the shade beneath them. The forest looked totally undisturbed, broken limbs, ancient moss covered stumps, and other detritus made me wonder what sort of yard work would be needed here.

As the BMW rocked to a halt, a very tall, very statuesque woman that looked like she stepped right out of an ancient castle in Scandinavia appeared from the gigantic pair of oak doors that defined the entrance to the home. She was dressed in a leather halter and quite short leather skirt, with sandals that laced up her legs, As the trunk of the BMW rose as if by magic, she grabbed two expensive looking leather bags in one large hand and led the three of us into the house.

Inside the entrance, the blonde said, "Helga, find some clean clothes for this young man and make sure he is cleaned up. I don't want any parasites in our home." With that insulting command, she and the redhead strode off down a long hallway.

Helga, said, "You vill follow me, now". I shrugged my shoulders and followed her off into a darker, smaller hallway hidden beneath a grand staircase that lay before us.

We wended our way through several other hallways, and down at least two flights of stairs, before my curiosity got the best of me.

"Helga? That blonde lady (I still didn't know their names), said that they wanted me to do yard work, but I didn't see any yard at all..."

Helga interrupted me, "Men be silent. Not schpeak if not spoken to!"

Ok, Helga was rude. But I figured if clean clothes and a hot shower were in order, I could bite my tongue and endure simple rudeness. After all, she was a foreigner and not used to the ways of America.

Helga stopped at a large steel door, clad with very thick steel straps with very large, rounded, bolt heads. She produced a key from somewhere on her person and unlocked the door, waving me in ahead of her. As the door clanged shut behind me, I had a faint sense of foreboding, but brushed it off.

We were standing in a huge room. The light at the entry faded to darkness well before I could see an opposing wall. Helga reached into a nearby cabinet and pulled out a black plastic trash bag, "All clothes. In here. Now."

I hesitated, and she spoke again, "Not be shy. Helga see men before. Schnell...quickly. Now."

Reluctantly, I set my own plastic bag down on the stone floor and started shedding my clothing. I was wearing several layers. Weather in the spring is variable, so I had been wearing almost all my traveling clothes that morning I awoke in the park. As I stuffed my clothes into her plastic bag, I set aside my wallet and penknife. As I got down to my underwear I hesitated, but Helga, who had seemed to be staring off into the darkness, commanded, "Everyting. Everyting! Jetz! Now!"

So, I shed my boxers. I had to wear boxers because my too large penis and my outsized balls would get cramped and twisted in jockey shorts. I kind of blamed my penis for my wife's sudden hostility on our wedding night. She had called me a freak. We had attempted intercourse, but she was just too tight, and dry. So, on my wedding night, I fell asleep, half drunk, and still a virgin. Helga acted as if there was nothing unusual about my cursed genitals, which was kind of a relief.

Helga then scooped up my plastic bag, which only had a change of underwear, a fresh pair of socks, my wash rag, and my toothbrush inside. Someone at a truck stop restroom had stolen my towel. She stuffed my meager possessions into the same bag as my clothing, along with my shoes and socks. I started to protest and she said, "Helga keep. Helga give back." Being naked, and standing before a Valkyrie that stood a head taller than me, I meekly acquiesced without protest.

"Man follow!" Helga commanded as she dumped the bag with everything I owned into a wall bin that looked very much like an apartment's hallway trash receptacle.

I followed along behind her, suddenly even more conscious that I was naked. As we moved across the room, lights came on, as the ones behind us went off. I guessed the motion detectors just lit the portion of the room occupied at the moment. During that walk, I couldn't see either of the flanking walls. This was a very large room. I suspected that it would dwarf my high school gymnasium, perhaps by a factor of ten!

We arrived at another door, similar to the entrance to this cavernous room. Helga unlocked it and we stepped into what looked like some sort of Roman bath. There were several pools, ranging from an Olympic sized swimming pool to a one person hot tub. On one wall there was a confusing array of equipment, most of which I didn't come close to recognizing. I couldn't even figure out the function of any of that strange stuff.

Helga led me into an alcove that had many showerheads. She pointed to a piece of equipment, "Hands there. Grab bar." When I looked confused, she slapped next to a pair of holes just above waist height in a large metal closet. Or maybe it looked like an oversized steamer trunk. By this time I was getting a bit fearful of what was going on.

But when she slapped her large hand next to the holes again, I stepped forward and tentatively put my hands through the holes, noting that the metal edges had padding around the entrance. As I reached inside, I felt a metal bar at my finger tips. Reaching a few inches further in, I grasped each bar, as instructed. Instantly, heavily padded clamps snapped around my wrists. I let go of the bars and tried to jerk my hands back. I couldn't budge. I squawked in surprise and to my chagrin, Helga slapped my left buttock painfully, "Quiet, man! Helga must work."

She rolled a previously unnoticed stainless steel cart over next to me, then reached up on the wall and retrieved a washer wand, not unlike those seen in car wash bays, and began hosing me down. Thankfully the water was warm and I actually began to enjoy it. Then she squirted me down with a spray bottle and took a long handled brush and began to scrub me. She started with my head, and I squeezed my eyes shut as the soft bristles scrubbed my head and face. When she approached the crevice of my buttocks, I tried to clench my cheeks together, but she simply kicked my feet apart and scrubbed my anus thoroughly. She then reached around to my front and repeated the process on my genitals and chest. After she finished my legs, she hosed me off. To my surprise, I felt pretty good. I was thoroughly clean for the first time in two weeks.

What happened next left me in shock. She produced another spray bottle, filled with a reddish liquid. She first dried my eyes, then slapped some adhesive tape over each. I felt her spray me with the bottle, working on my head and face for a long time, then working her way down my hairy chest to my stomach and finally my pubic hair. I was humiliated when she spread my butt cheeks and sprayed the back of my balls and my anus with the thick liquid. She continued on down my legs, then hit my arms with the sticky goop. Then, unexpectedly, Helga stopped. I waited. Minutes passed. I actually called out to her, tremulously. She didn't answer. The goop started to tingle. I felt it first on my head, then my face, genitals, chest, stomach, arms, and legs. Just as it started to actually burn, ice cold water hit me in a huge gush. The burning sensation stopped, and I began to shiver. I felt strange, then suddenly the eye patches were ripped off. I looked down and realized that all my body hair was GONE! The cool air on my head revealed that my dark mop of curly hair had also fallen away. I watched as Helga used the wand to wash all my hair away from my feet and towards an unseen drain.

Helga then dried me with a big blower that was almost too hot to endure. I then felt her oiling my entire body. When her large hands rubbed very warm oil into my scrotum, my penis rose very quickly to full erection. That was the first time I heard anything less than stern from Helga. She chuckled, "Goot! Nice big one." She slid my foreskin up over my glans, then sharply back fully, to entirely expose my glans. I shuddered in pleasure. But she abandoned my prick very quickly the instant I thrust forward into her two-handed grasp. She had other chores.

I felt her hands parting my buttocks once more. I felt a single, slickly lubricated, finger press into my anus, worming its way to full depth, withdraw, then slide back inside with more lubricant. The pressure against my prostate caused my penis to lurch and drool slick fluid. The finger was then withdrawn and I felt something significantly larger enter me. It went deeper than her finger, then continued to worm and twist its way deeper and deeper. Suddenly, just inside my anal sphincter, it began to swell, and swell, until I groaned with a mixture of humiliation, surprise, and a small amount of pain. Just as it stopped swelling, I felt warm water gush into my rectum, and up into my bowels. At the same time, an almost too hot, continuous soft gush of water laved my scrotum.

The warm water continued to fill me until I felt as if I would burst. Suddenly the increase in pressure stopped. For long minutes, I was left there. My bowels began to cramp. I couldn't evacuate my bowels due to that swollen invader, which was far too large to expel. I know, I tried. Then there was a whirring sound and I felt a lessening of the pressure. It continued until I felt absolutely empty. As I sighed in relief, the warm liquid began to invade me again. The cycle of filling and emptying was repeated a half dozen times. At the end of one cycle, I felt the bulb in my rectum suddenly deflate, and then withdraw, leaving me feeling weak, empty, and incomplete. I vaguely realized that I had been subjected to a high colonic, though I had little real knowledge of what that process entailed.

It was almost as if I had dozed off on my feet. I felt Helga fumbling with my scrotum, which had loosened until my balls hung very low, as they did after a prolonged hot bath. I dreamily looked down and saw her affixing a clamshell arrangement of thick, heavy, stainless steel metal about the upper neck of my scrotum. I watched her twist and stretch my balls even lower, until she could clamp the device tight. While she held it in one hand, she threaded a series of six machined screws into opposing sides of the thick metal. Using a strangely shaped tool, she torqued them very tightly. When she was finished, she gently removed her hand, and I groaned as at least five pounds of metal stretched my balls even further downward. It was quite painful, and I thought I might lose my mind with the pain if it continued. But, at that moment, my wrists were suddenly released. When I became aware of that, I withdrew them and used one hand to cup my balls upward to relieve the dragging pressure.

Helga commanded, "You follow, now!" She strode off sharply, expecting no less than perfect obedience. I meekly followed. As I followed her, I looked down at my swollen balls, protruding through the thick collar of stainless steel. The collar was very nearly, if not more, four inches long. If I had a smaller scrotum, then my balls would have been crushed within the tunnel of the device. As we walked, I found that if I didn't cup my balls to keep them warm, then their natural contractile response to cooler air would cause me pain as they tried to draw upwards. So I was forced to cup them securely, and warmly in one hand at all times.

Halting at a smaller door than the previous ones, Helga said, "You go in. Be good man or be punished." I almost felt sorry that she was abandoning me. The unknown was frightening. At the time I didn't know that the high colonic had also include a complex mix of chemicals. Later I found that not only had I been dosed with a trio of psychoactive drugs, but also a new drug that surpassed Viagra, Cialis, and other current sexual enhancers. My forebrain had been suppressed, even as my 'animal' brain was stimulated. And my 'lizard' brain was forced into a 'breeding' mode. In other words, I was a passive, breeder ready to do my job. But first there were other ordeals.

When the door slammed shut behind me, I was standing there, fully erect, balls cradled in one hand, and stupefied. There was a reclining chair in front of me. It looked much like the chair one might see in a dentist's office, hybridized with a birthing chair from an OB clinic. Two women stepped forward and I allowed them to guide me to the chair. Once I lay back, they affixed thick leather straps around all my limbs and chest. One placed an plastic cone over my nose and mouth. After two or three breaths, I blacked out.


Broke



When I awoke, I looked down at my body. There had been changes. Though there was no perceived pain, I saw a pair of thick gold rings piercing each of my nipples. My nipples had always been larger than those of my friends. Some had even teased me about them in the showers, but not much because of my outsized genitals. Now, behind the nipples, but just within the aureoles, two very thick gold rings were displayed. There wasn't a hint of blood, nor did they feel painful, though they were throbbing.

That throbbing was also matched in my penis. Strangely, I couldn't see what the cause of that throbbing might be. Though nearly erect, my foreskin was still covering my glans, but as I lay there somewhat dumbfounded, my erection increase in size. Suddenly my penis lurched upwards and my foreskin rolled back, revealing a quarter inch wide gold band ensconced behind my glans. Just behind the coronal ridge on the upper side of my penile shaft, the gold band disappeared. I reached down, not realizing that my hands were free. I laid my erection flat against my stomach and found that the gold band disappeared behind my frenum. No only had my nipples been pierced, but my penis had been pierced, on both the upper and lower sides just below the glans. My hands touching my penis caused my erection to grow to full stature, and the effect of the soft edged gold ring became readily apparent. It caused just enough of a constriction as to cause my glans to swell larger than normal, and much harder than normal.

It was during this examination that I realized that my fingernails had been clipped as short as possible, and buffed to perfect smoothness. I looked further down my body, past my legs to my feet. My toes had been subjected to a similar pedicure. I looked around. Though the small room was but dimly light, I could see that one wall was mirrored. I slowly sat up, swung my legs off the chair, and stood erect.

At that point I felt a dull pulling sensation upon my testicles. I looked down and remembered the weight affixed around my scrotal neck. It tugged at my balls, but not as painful as before. I deduced that I could walk, if I was careful not to step too quickly or sharply, without serious pain. I approached the mirror.

What I saw shocked me. I am not a tall man, barely five feet six, which is why my penis size brought me such derision and humiliation in junior high and high school showers. But I had been transformed into an almost alien creature. There wasn't a hair left on my body, and I had no idea if it would reappear. An experimental brush of my bald head revealed not the slightest hint of stubble. The same exploration of my face revealed the same smooth texture. My chest, arms, stomach, genitals, anal area, and legs were all as smooth as the proverbial baby's butt! Even my eyebrows were gone, leaving me with a rather expressionless face! I was surprised, and perhaps gratified, to note that I still had eyelashes. But at the same time, I wondered if Helga was going to return to remove them, too.

The mirror also revealed more touches of gold. Each of my ear lobes had been pierced, and they bore rings of the same size and thickness as those dominating my nipples. Worst, my nasal septum had been pierced. A gold ring lay heavily against my upper lip.

The first question racing through my brain was WHY?! Why had this been done to me? The second question was what was the purpose of such treatment of my body? I was soon to learn.

I remained in that room for at least an hour. Then a disembodied voice commanded me to exit through a door opposite the one I had entered. I was almost relieved to find Helga awaiting me.

"You look good, little man." She beckoned me and walked down the hallway to a new door. Inside there was a bench of sorts. She bade me to bend over it as she opened a cabinet. Strangely, instead of becoming resistant, I found myself following her instructions. Once I was bent over the broad, padded, bench, I felt her lubing my anus and pushing something warm against it. I resisted, clenching my anal ring, but the pressure was relentless, constant. Every time I relaxed, the object gained deeper entry. Suddenly there was a sensation of a 'pop' and the object slid deeper into my rectum, as my anal ring clamped down tightly against a much narrower circumference. I then felt Helga reach under me and affix some metal bands about my waist. She lifted me upwards.

Looking down, I saw that I now wore a woven metal waistband, or belt. Other bands trailed down on each side of my genitals and disappeared behind me. I realized there was a mirror, and turned to look at my newest adornment. The bands came up between my legs to meet at my anus, then a single band ran from my anus up to the waistband in the small of my back.

Helga, uncharacteristically, explained, "Plug in your butt, little man. Do as you are told. Someone push button; you not like." I had no idea what she was talking about, beyond the fact that I had some sort of plug in my ass. And I couldn't remove it because the waistband had a quite obvious, sophisticated appearing, padlock where a belt buckle would normally reside.

Shoving me forward, Helga directed me towards a new type of door. This door had no keyhole, but slid aside into its receiving pocket as I approached. The other side of the door was a closet, barely big enough for Helga and I at the same time. As I stepped in and turned around, she stepped in with me and I found my face shoved into her all but bare breasts. My penis immediately rose to full stature. Helga chuckled, "Little man learn more, soon." 

With that, the pocket door slid shut without Helga doing anything. There was an upward lurch and I belatedly realized that we were in an elevator. However, the interior of the elevator didn't have the normal mechanisms I expected to find in an elevator. There wasn't one single control button, much less a 'call box'. The elevator went up what I guessed was five or six floors, at least in a normal building.

When the door opened, I couldn't see a thing. Helga totally blocked my view. But as she turned she grasped my erection and dragged me along. I can only describe that room as a throne room. Well, it did have thrones! Three of them, at the far end of the room. The redhead, and blonde, sat in thrones only slightly smaller than the central throne, which was empty. They were dressed in the most provocative costumes I had ever seen!

Both wore small crowns, or perhaps I could call them tiaras. But from that point downward, they resembled no earthly royalty in any history book I had ever read. Each was adorned by what might be described as a royal purple push up bra, with holes for their nipples. The bras were very tight, perhaps a cup size too small, forcing their nipples outward so forcefully that they were grossly distended. My prick lurched upwards and became even harder at the sight. I wondered, briefly, if I had somehow entered the Twilight Zone. This shit was getting weirder and weirder with each passing moment!

Both women wore a strange, floor length, royal purple skirt, that seemed to only cover their buttocks. The front was completely open. Not only were their pubic mounds on display, but they were spread open by straps from the skirts' waistbands that traveled down and somehow spread their outer labia before disappearing between their legs. Both waistbands were adorned with a pair of twin scabbards, each holding a short sword of perhaps 20 inches in length.

The redhead beckoned us forward, and Helga gave me a forceful push between my shoulder blades. I might have grimaced as the sudden lurch caused the weight on my balls to bounce down painfully. But I gritted my teeth and moved forward at my own pace, with my head held high. That didn't last long. Just as I got close to the bottom step, of perhaps a dozen, that led upwards in royal purple velvet carpet to the trio of thrones, Helga's knee struck the back of my knees, causing me to fall forward upon my knees. Her big hand planted itself in the back of my neck and forced me to prostrate myself. She coarsely whispered, "Be silent, little man!"

I laid there with my face pressed against the carpet of the bottom step for some minutes. I heard whispering, but figured that I shouldn't move. After all, if these crazy women would to the things to me that they had done up to this point, what might they do if I pissed them off with some sort of 'disrespect'? So I just lay there, and bided my time.

A voice, which I recognize as the blonde, came forth in a loud, clear, manner. It was a voice quite used to command: "Let the testing begin!"

Helga's hand disappeared from the back of my neck. I tentatively lifted my head, and when it wasn't shoved back down I rose to my knees. The red head and blonde sat on their thrones, watching implacably. I swiveled my head and spotted Helga rushing at me. Instinctively, I rolled away and leapt to my feet as she passed the point I had previously occupied.

Helga whirled, snarled at me, "Now I break you, little man!" As she rushed at me, my four years of Tae Kwan Do asserted itself. I leaned far to my right, left leg extended, and punched her in the neck as she tripped over my extended leg and fell past me. At that moment, I realized that Helga was now naked, totally naked! Whew, she was some woman! I felt my prick lurch upwards even harder, which put me at an extreme disadvantage. I realized that the ball weight and anal plug were designed to cause me a disadvantage, similar to the spears stuck into a bulls neck muscles in the bull ring, removing his ability to toss his head and horns upward. Well, I might be hung like a bull, but I sure wasn't as stupid. I think the drugs were starting to wear off!

Helga regained her feet, shaking her head to dispel the effects of my punch to her neck, and her subsequent plunge to the stone floor. I danced away, holding my nuts with one hand to prevent a debilitating stretching of my scrotum. Helga rushed at me again. Instinctively, as I saw her widen her arms into a six foot width, I knew she would scoop me up if I tried the same move. So this time I went high, and horizontal. My top of my left foot caught her in the throat.

She went down hard, hands clutching at her throat. A lesser man, or woman, would have needed an emergency tracheotomy to survive that blow, but Helga's neck was very thickly corded with muscle. But before she could recover, I was on her back and with one arm locked on her neck, as my other arm pressed her neck down into the vee of my clamping arm. I had her in the classic 'sleeper' hold, cutting off blood from her carotids to her brain.

At that point I felt her hook her powerful hands into the vee of my elbow. I realized that she was much stronger than me. She could break my hold. I had only one other weapon. I jerked my hips upward, pressing my penis between her splayed legs. Miraculously, I felt my glans hit a warm, wet, slit! I lurched deeper, and skewered her cunt with my ring bound glans.

Helga was in trouble, and she knew it. Her hands went downward, searching for my steel clad balls. If she found them, I was a dead man, or at least a eunuch. Normally, my balls would have been within easy reach of such a tall woman. But the ball weight actually worked in my favor! I clamped my thighs together and trapped the weight, and my balls, behind my thighs. When she couldn't find my balls, her hands went back up to her neck. So I lunged up and into her with at least six inches of thick man meat. Helga gurgled. She flailed around, reaching down towards my invading prick. That was her last mistake, because I had cut the blood flow completely. She went limp.

I didn't know what protocol was at that point. I had bested her. At the same time, my long denied, and tortured, balls were tightening up, causing a delicious ache and causing my glans to swell even more, so I began pounding her cunt from behind. Imagine a jackrabbit in heat, with a liberal dose of methamphetamines, now multiply that by ten. I was ripping into Helga's cunt at close to three strokes a second. Considering how long it had been since I had ejaculated, and how much venom I had built up as my wife abused me, it didn't take me more than ten seconds to approach orgasm. I suspect that the butt plug banging into my prostate helped me along, too. I suddenly felt the first spurt of semen leap out of the end of my dick. I slacked up on Helga's neck. By the third or fourth spurt, she was stirring. Helga was one tough woman, but the sensation of my spurting prick caused her cunt to clamp down, and she had a STRONG cunt, too! That just prolonged and intensified my orgasm. She started humping back at me.

By the time I slowed, I heard feverish whisperings around me. Anticipating a second attack, I pushed myself away from Helga, producing a loud, suctioning squelch as my prick disengaged from her raped cunt. As I turned, I saw at least a dozen women step back, suddenly fearful of me. They were each, and all, incredibly beautiful. Strangely, some were dressed in conventional clothing. I think that brought me back to some semblance of reality.

Thinking that I was involved with a group of lesbian or feminist types that had stumbled into incredible wealth that allowed them to live out their lesbian or feminist fantasies, I put my foot on top of Helga's still humping ass and shouted, "I have bested your Champion! I claim the throne!"

The whispers died. Absolute silence reigned. Then I heard something that caused my balls to contract, causing me no inconsiderable pain as they met the immovable steel band restricting such movement. The sound I heard was that I had heard in movies, the sound of a sword being drawn from a steel sheath. I turned, wary of bare footpads upon stone, and found both the redhead and the blonde with bare blades.

I figured, 'oh, well, at least I got one piece of pussy before I die'. But instead of lifting those blades against me, they both knelt, blade tips against the stone floor, and bowed their heads to me! I cautiously approached and touched them each on the back of their bowed heads, fully expecting them to reverse the blades and lop off my balls or skewer my liver. When they didn't react, I said, "Do you accept me as your sovereign, your king?" Each nodded in acceptance.

I stepped forward and took a seat on the center throne, then invited my two queens to resume their seats. They did, after laying their four swords at my feet.

Later that day, I commanded a full accounting of the events that had led me, a homeless vagabond, to this strange encounter. It turned out that the blonde and redhead were sisters! Though they had different fathers, they had grown up rather poor in the Ozark Mountains. In their youth, they had created a rich fantasy life, loosely based upon medieval romantic novels and their own imaginations. When they hit 19, their drunken surviving father had bought a Power Ball lottery ticket. He had won over 300 million. He didn't last a month, winding up under his brand new $100,000 air conditioned tractor while drunk on a $500 bottle of single malt Scotch. They were his only heirs.

Due to their upscale clothing, and sophisticated makeup, I had judged them to be much older than me. But they were right at my age. They had built this fantasy castle, wasting 100 million of their inheritance to purchase the 8,000 acres and duplicating some obscure Scottish castle. I put them on a budget, and we were all three married under some dopey gothic ritual they concocted.

Turns out they hated men, before they met me, because their drunken father was always trying to get into their pants. So they gathered their internet friends, all girls with lesbian tendencies with similar backgrounds, into their little gothic fantasy world. That's easy to do when you have hundreds of millions. Part of their fantasy was to create a microcosm world where women ruled. They had this fantasy of having a horde of male slaves that they could humiliate. Somehow, I wound up as the first, and last.

Thankfully my hair grew back. It took a couple of months, but I look normal now. Of course I got rid of the nose ring and ear rings, and those piercings have closed up nicely, but I left the nipple and glans rings in place. They really intensify my sexual experience.

Helga? Well, Helga turned out to be a quite heterosexual gal. She was just an immigrant desperate for a good job. It turns out she loves cock, though I was the first to actually nail her delectable twat. Of course if I command her, she will lap pussy upon my command.

The redhead (Emma) and the blonde (Becky) turned out to be virgins. Ok, TECHNICALLY they were virgins. Neither of them had an intact hymen. Right after their drunken father had died; they got a little carried away in their goth fantasies and wound up digitally deflowering one another. But that's ok, because my dick was the first one that plowed both of their cunts and mouths. 

So how had they latched on to me? Well, they had gone to the city a few days before for a shopping spree. They did the spa thing, and then as they left the spa they noticed some people jogging. So they walked into a rather upscale store and got outfitted for jogging. That's when they met me, the very first time they went jogging. Talk about blind luck!

Their goth fantasy, mixed in with a bunch of femnazi crap they had read on the internet, plus all the crazy lesbian crap, had them fantasying about 'capturing' both men and women and making them their gothic slaves. Somehow, I wound up being their first 'victim'!

Well, that's about all for now. I have a big four day weekend planned. I want to set a world's record for anal deflorations. Now that is harder than it sounds. I've set up an assembly line, Emma and Becky will be first of course, but for my big prick to gain entry without pain, I've got Helga and several other ladies of the 'clan' lined up to do some pre-lubing and pussy licking to prime the pump, so to speak. Thankfully, all their gothic entourage has stuck with us. After all, I have a big dick, and the girls signed over all their assets to me. Within their little fantasy world, they didn't have a choice after I porked Helga.

I do love to stroll down Rodeo Drive, Fifth Avenue, and other high profile locations with Emma, Becky, and Helga hanging all over me. Folks just don't know what is going on until the girls start fondling me and my loose pants reveal my endowment. I just love the shocked look on their faces. We created quite a stir at Cannes last year.

After this weekend, I'm going to surprise the girls with my new vacation spot. I've purchased an island down in the Caribbean. It is only 200 acres, but I will own it all. The downside is that we will have to import water, until the desalinization plant I've purchases is installed, that will provide about 2000 gallons of water each and every day. With windmill power from the trade winds, we will be energy independent. We won't live there year round, but between hurricane seasons my jet will get us down there in just a few hours. I look forward to porking a lot of pussy and ass on those white sand beaches.

You know, for a guy with only a worn out toothbrush and old pen knife, I'm not doing too badly!



Broke Down



Oh great! This was freaking wonderful! I got out of the car, and slammed the door. I looked at it for a long time, cursing it since it had just broken down on me. I kicked the car, and then looked around. I cursed myself also, for not buying a new car; this piece of junk was always breaking down on me. I began to walk, I wasn’t that far from my house, but the gas station was closer, and I needed someone to come get my car started. 

I was looked at as I walked, and got a few comments, like, “hey Jess, your car broke again, “ followed by laughter and me playfully given them the middle finger. Though, the walk wasn’t that far, the humidified heat of Kansas City had already begun and I had to take frequent stops to rest. On one of my stops I heard a voice, directed at me. 

“Hey! Hey, why you walking down here?”

I turned my head and saw an older black woman sitting on her front porch. I smiled at her as I addressed her.

“My car broke down again Miss Vera; I was heading to the gas station.” 

“You don’t have a cell phone? You really shouldn’t be walking down here by yourself.”

I waved my hand to dismiss her statement.

“No I don’t have a cell phone, can’t stand them.”

‘Why don’t you come up here and sit, Hon, I’ll get you a glass of tea, you look like you gonna pass out and it’s far too hot to try to be walking.” 

My smile broadened at the invite, and I gladly walked through the gate and up the stairs to the front porch. I watched the woman go into the run-down house and back out with a glass of iced tea. I hated tea of any kind, but I wasn’t going to impose on Miss Vera who had been so kind, and I sipped at it. 

“We ain’t got a phone or you could use it to call whoever could come get you.” 

“I know Miss Vera. I’ll resume walking here in a minute.”

“No you won’t! You ain’t walking in this heat, besides there’s way too many men out here.” 

I laughed and shook my head. Miss Vera always complained that there were far too many young men on these streets and that all they wanted to do was get there hands around a girl, and she’d point her finger at me and look over the top of her glasses and say, “especially a pretty white girl like you.” 

“Well, you ain’t walking no more.” 

When Miss Vera spoke, everyone listened.

“I understand Ma’am, but I do have to get home.” 

“That’s fine, Eric’ll be getting off work soon, and he’ll drive you home after he takes me to work or take you to your car and get it started.”

“Oh I couldn’t impose like that.”

I smiled at the bringing up of Eric’s name. We’d known each other since high school, and I had always had a secret crush on him. I would have tried to make him mine, but my family would have never allowed it, and now that we were older, he had a girlfriend, and so my crush just stayed were it was.

“Don’t you worry your head about it. He’ll do it.” 

I nodded and sipped my tea. She mainly held the conversation, talking about Eric, and how proud she was that he didn’t turn out to be one of the no good thugs that lived around here, but went to work everyday and helped her with the bills and the house. She apologized for having us sit out in the heat, but all they had were window units to cool the house, and they didn’t work very well. I told her it was alright, I didn’t mind sitting outside. 

Soon, her beloved son showed up. As he walked up to the front porch from the drive his eyes stayed steady on me. 

“Hi Momma.”

“Hey Baby, we got a guest.”

“I see that.” 

“Your car break down again, Jess?”

He gave me a big smile, and I smiled back.

“Yeah, it did.” 

“Where were you going?”

“I was trying to walk to the gas station when your Momma stopped me.”

“Yeah, too hot to walk up there.”

We said nothing more to each other, but our eyes lingered a few minutes more, until he looked back at his mother. “Hmmm….well, you better get on and get ready for work.” 

“I know, I know, hey you gonna take her home.” 

His eyes went from me to his mother, and he laughed.

“Guess I’m going to have to.” 

I smiled.

“Or you could come fix my car, so I could drive it home.”

He shook his head.

“I ain’t a mechanic woman!”

He gave me a wink, and I giggled.

“Fine, I’ll just get someone else to do it.”

“You just need to leave that piece of shit where it is and get a new one.”

“You gonna give me the money for a new car.”

“Better look somewhere else for that too.” 

Eric’s mother slapped her chair, and stood up. 

“Alright you too, no more bickering! C’mon, ya’ll come on in. I gotta change, and it should be cool enough in the house now to stand sittin’ in it.” 

We followed her into the house, and she directed me to sit on a couch. The inside of the house looked much better than the outside. She and her son took good care of what they had. She left, going down a hall, and came back shortly in a grocery store smock, white shirt, and black pants.

“All right, now you just make yourself comfy there, Sweetie, and Eric’ll be back in a few to take you home. Here, here’s the remote, you can watch some TV while you wait.” 

I thanked her and turned it on. I flipped it to the local news station as Eric and his Mother left. I felt a little funny sitting in their home without anyone else, but she had kept me there so long that I had no other choice. 

Eric came back in about ten minutes, and took the remote from my hand. He flipped the station to MTV, and began to watch videos. 

“I thought you were going to take me home.”

“I’ll take you home, but damn it’s hot out there, and my car ain’t got no air conditioning. So, let’s watch some videos and after awhile I’ll take you home.” 

“Okay, but I’m getting kinda hungry.”

He looked at me in mock annoyance, and then smiled.

“Me too. Go fix me something to eat woman!”

“I ain’t your woman.” 

I winked at him, and he gave off a loud laugh.

“Okay, but still go fix me something to eat.” 

“This is your house; you go fix me something to eat!” 

He lunged and playfully slapped my cheek. I laughed and came back, giving him a slap. He held his cheek, as though it really hurt.

“I can’t believe you did that!” 
He looked at me in mock sadness, and I gave him the same look back, bringing my hand to the place where I’d barely touched him and rubbed it.

“Oh, you poor thing! I didn’t know you were a baby!”

“Oh, oh! You’re gonna pay for that!”

He lunged at me again, but this time he threw his weight on me, and I screamed and laughed as he began to tickle me. 

“Stop! Eric, stop!” 

“Nope, you mean little thing.”

I bucked, trying to get him off of me, but he held tight. He stopped when both of us were out of breath, and he looked down at me smiling. 

“You’re an ass, Eric.”

“I was just trying to defend myself.”

“Yeah, okay, you’re like two times bigger than me!” “You’re mean, you hit me.”

“You hit me first.” 

He moved, positioning himself up more on me, making me grunt with the pressure of his weight. 

“I did no such thing!” 

“Whatever.” 

That was it, you can’t come back from whatever, and we laid there staring at each other. I watched as his dark eyes swept down my face, to land on the tops of my breasts that were more exposed now from the wrestling. His eyes slowly moved up, and the dark brown became darker. My eyes widen as he moved himself again, and I felt a hardness settle between my legs. 

“You know, Jess, you’re real pretty. I’ve always thought so.” 

“Thank you Eric.”

I really didn’t know what else to say. I knew what was going to happen next, I saw it in his eyes, and part of me invited it. His head came down, and I let out a soft sigh as I felt his lips come to mine. The kiss was soft, but it lasted a long time, until I pulled away, and pushed him up.

“You can’t do this. You have a girlfriend.”

“No I don’t.”

“Yes, you do, remember, Tisha.”

“Oh me and her broke up.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Honest, we broke up the other day. She said I was boring, and she found someone else.”

I saw genuine sorrow in his eyes, and from that I believed him. 

“Oh I’m sorry.” 

“It’s alright. I was getting bored of her anyway. Hey, ain’t you gonna go make me something to eat, I’m still hungry.” 

He gave me a big smile, and got up. “Fine, what do you want?”

“I don’t know. Go look and see what we got in the kitchen.” 

I shook my head, and headed to the kitchen. I peered in the fridge and freezer, and saw nothing that could be cooked quickly, most everything was frozen, and though they had a microwave, I don’t like to thaw things out in it. I yelled at him from the kitchen.

“You ain’t got nothing that won’t take hours to thaw!” 

“Damn! Mom didn’t leave nothing in the fridge to thaw?”

“Nope.”

“Damn! I’m hungry!” 

“You got a cell phone, don’t ya Eric?”

“Yeah.”

“Order a pizza then!”

“Don’t get paid till Friday.”

I walked out of the kitchen, and stood in the doorway. 

“My treat then, order a pizza, I’m freaking starving!” 

He ordered it and we sat down to watch videos, commenting or making fun of them until the pizza arrived. He turned the TV off when the food came, and we sat talking and eating. When silence took over, and the pizza was almost gone I asked him again.

“Are you gonna take me home? It’s getting kind of late now.”

“You’re not having fun?”

“Oh yeah, loads of it, but I’m getting tired.”

“I’ll take you over there before I pick up Mom.”

“What time she get off work?”

“Midnight.”

I looked at the clock, it was ten, and I decided that I could wait a couple of more hours. Both of us were pretty talked out, and so we just sat, staring at other things, shifting our eyes when they came in contact. I began to strum my fingers on my leg, and then I heard Eric proclaim under his breath. 

“Fuck this.” 

I looked at him; a little surprised at the langue, but had no time to speak. He came towards me, grabbing my red hair in his big hand, and kissed me, more passionate this time then the last. I was shocked at first, but returned the kiss shortly. 

He pulled away, and looked at me very seriously.

“I want to fuck you.” 

My eyes widened again, and I was at a loss for words.

“I mean it, Jess. I’ve always found you to be so pretty, and I never made a move, cause…”

“Because why Eric?”

“Well, goddamn it, because you’re white.”

“My color stopped you?”

“Well, I don’t know, I guess I was afraid that you’d reject me because I’m black.”

I smiled and shook my head. 

“Eric, I would have never stopped you. I’ve had a crush on you since high school.” 

“Then why have you always acted as though we were just friends and you had no interest in me?”

I looked down, I wasn’t going to lie, and I felt a little ashamed of the answer.

“Because of my family Eric. They wouldn’t have gone for it. They’re all old, and set in their ways. Ways that have changed now, but they still wouldn’t have gone for it.”

He looked hurt, but nodded his head in understanding. I brought my hands to his face and made him look at me.

“Don’t look sad, it makes me feel bad.”

He didn’t say anything, but he smiled and brought his lips back to mine. I moaned softly as I felt his tongue lightly graze my lips. When he pulled away again, it was my turn to shock him. “Fuck me Eric. I want you to so bad.”

“Really?”

“Yes, please!”

A smile came across his face, and his hands went to my thighs. 

“You’re just saying that.”

“No, I’m not. All these kisses you’ve given me have made my pussy wet and I want to feel your cock in me right now!” 

His eyes widened, but darkened more with his growing desire. 

“You’re straightforward aren’t you?”

I laughed. 
”Very much so. Are you gonna do it? Are you gonna fuck me?”

He moved his hands up my thighs, and I watched as they disappeared under my skirt. He didn’t say anything; he just kept looking at me as his hands moved further up. My hips thrust forward when I felt his fingers on my panties, and another low moan came from me as he began to move a finger across my pussy. He moved one hand up my breasts, and began to knead them, pinching on the hard pink nipples, giving both tits equal attention. 

“Oh Eric, quite teasing me! Please fuck me now!” 

He laughed, and moved his hands from me. I watched as he stepped out of his pants, and moaned when I saw his cock come into view, standing already at full attention. 

“Before I fuck you Jessi, I want you to suck my cock.”

He put his hand down once again into my hair, and lifted my head so that I was looking in his eyes and not at his cock. 

“And if you do a good job, then I might shove this cock into that pussy.” 

I smiled.

“Oh I’ll do a good job, you can bet on that!” 

I moved closer, wrapping my hand around the shaft of his cock. I looked at it again before placing it in my mouth. It was just a little darker than the rest of his skin, and for some reason seeing the contrast of my fair skin against it turned me on more. I moved my lips to it, and placed the head of his cock in my mouth. I smiled when I heard a sigh come from him, and pushed more into my mouth, until the head just reached the back of my throat. I kept it there for a little while, milking the tip, before bringing my lips back, and placing my hand on the shaft. I stroked and sucked him as I looked up into his face. He smiled down at me. 

“You are a good little cocksucker.”

I smiled and laughed around his cock. 

“I don’t know. I like that so much that I might just cum.”

I pulled him out, and stared at him.

“No! Please don’t! I want to feel you in my pussy so bad!” 

He laughed, and moved my hand from his cock, replacing it with his. He rubbed the head against my lips.

“I like that your begging for my cock Jessi, it’s really hot.”

“I’ll keep begging until you give it to me.”

“I’m giving it to you right now.”

“Until you shove it in my pussy. I want you to shove your cock in my pussy Eric!” 

He pulled his cock completely away from me, and I pouted. He came down, and placed his lips on mine again, making me lay down as he did so. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and gasped with delight as I felt his cock plunge deep inside my pussy. I moaned loudly as he began to thrust, and I looked at him. 

“Oh God, Eric! That feels so good!” 

“You like that Jessi? You like my cock deep inside your wet pussy?”

“I do! I do! Mmmmm….fuck! It’s wonderful!”

He sat up, positioning himself on his knees, and grabbed my waist, making my body come down more, and making his cock go deeper. He thrust hard, causing loud screams of passion of me. 

“Oh shit! Yes, just like that, Eric! Oh God, I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum all over your fucking cock! Ooooo…..yes! Fuck me! Harder! C’mon use that fucking cock!” 

He thrust harder, and through my screams I could hear him grunting. 

“Are you gonna cum Eric?”

“Yes!” 

“Do it! Fill me up! Cum in my pussy, Eric!” 

“Here it comes, Jess! I’m going to fill this fucking cunt!” 

I couldn’t speak anymore, at the feel of his cum beginning to fill my pussy my orgasm heightened and all that came from me were loud whimpers of ecstasy. He pulled out, and laid beside me, both of us trying to catch our breath. I looked over at him after awhile and smiled. 

“That was great.” 

“Yeah it was. We gotta go though; Mom’ll be waiting to be picked up in a minute.” 

“Okay, let me get cleaned up real quick.” 

He nodded and pointed the way to the bathroom. 

Miss Vera looked at me funny when she got in the car. 

“Thought you’d be home by now, Jessi. What you all been doing?”

Both Eric and I held back a laugh. 

“We ate some pizza Momma and watched some videos and time just got away from us.” 

She looked at us both a little skeptical but said nothing more.

Eric and I began to spend a lot of time together, and soon he asked me to be his girl. I was so happy that the crush I had for so long finally turned out to be the real thing. I told my family, and introduced Eric to them. They weren’t happy at first, but soon relented to the fact, and welcomed Eric into the family. 



Broke Down Car



She looked out the door towards the curb. Peeking out from behind her front door, which was cracked open slightly, she saw some big kid or guy standing over his car. She couldn't quite tell. She wasn't wearing her contacts. He seemed like a taller guy and a younger looking kid from a distance. She wasn't able to tell. The car had stalled out. Parked out front of her house with its hood up, steam definitely was pouring out from the engine. 

She found a pair of glasses and put those on. He was a rather cute looking guy but in her estimation he was rather young. A tall guy standing about 6'4", he had a husky body. Heftier with wide shoulders and muscular legs, he wasn't fat by any stretch; just a big guy. It caught her attention right away. He weighed around 250 in her approximation.

"He's a good looking boy that's for sure" she first said aloud. "No don't you go out there and help him out" she told herself. "You don't know him at all. He could be some kind of weirdo or freak. No don't do that to yourself. Don't go thinking he's a nice boy who needs help" she kept thinking. 

"You're gonna get yourself in trouble like you did a few years back with that other kid you thought you'd help out. Look what happened with...." she began to recall. "Just don't even think about going and putting something on. Well getting dressed to help the young man out, it's not gonna hurt anyone. I'll at least put on a robe" contradicting herself. 

"No Karen stop it! Stop kidding yourself woman! Boy he's a handsome guy he is" she again said contradicting herself once more. 

Karen Harper, one very attractive and full figured woman was all alone one Saturday. Her husband had decided to play another round of golf because of a wager he placed with some friends. 

The young man out by the curb with his stalled car troubled her, but it intrigued her too much to be ignored. She didn't like that he was having troubles however he was nicely dressed. He had a respectable haircut. He wore a sharp looking polo shirt with equally nice looking shorts. He looked like a good kid once she watched him a few minutes from behind the crack of her door.

He looked around to houses around him. Nobody was stirring outside their homes. Karen went and put on a robe. She put in her contacts. She brushed her hair. She came downstairs, opened her front door, and stepped outside. She looked happy in her early attire especially for someone who hadn't showered or put on her makeup yet. 

She called out to him asking if there was something wrong. She knew there was. She asked if she could do something for him. She wanted to help out at first. Anything would be helpful, she thought. Besides as she walked a bit closer, he was a lot better looking. She walked to the middle of her yard but no closer. She smiled as he looked up. He didn't look that young any longer.

Looking up towards her he found it odd she stood smiling at him. She was pretty though while standing in her robe and holding a cup her coffee. It didn't bother him. "Don't you have a cell phone to call somebody for some help" the soft spoken woman asked. He said it wasn't charged. She looked at him and gave in to her impulsive behavior. 

"Then come on up I guess" she told him in a drawn out voice as though it was a bother. Waving him towards her house and turning towards it too, she said in the same hesitant tone "You can use my phone but only if you're going to be trustworthy. Come on in I guess."

He didn't want to bother anyone. He hesitated at first. Slowly walking her way he wondered why a stranger would help out. She got prettier each step he took towards her. Seeing her eyes, he liked the comfort of them while following behind her. Even though she was bigger her plus size figure did not bother him. Her physical features were rather magnetic. They were attractive in a way. She was a pretty woman. Even though she probably was 10 maybe 15 years older then him from what he could tell it didn't seem to bother him. 

Realistically she was only 12 years older. He was 24. Age didn't matter bother either. They were compatible personalities. She was already impressed. She told herself she liked the guy. She was on a mission. She gave into whimsical feelings. Dreams she occasionally had about guys stared her straight in the face. She was tickled pink. She tried remaining rational keeping her composure. 

It had been several years since her one other affair. That boy was some 18 year old college freshman. Thinking back only made her smile. That young man was such a great guy; one special lover she recalled. Maybe this will be similar? 

"No I'm a happily married woman. I am right? Ohhhh but he's so cute and that body of his..." 

"Come on inside. Here call someone you know. Your parents, brother, sister, or someone you know. Do you need to look up a number?" He said yes. She pulled out a phone book, sat down next to him, and looked up numbers of names he gave her. She loved it! "May I get you something to drink?" 

"Ohh and by the way I'm Mrs. Harper but please call me Karen. And you are" asking him as though she had been familiar with him for a while. She felt comfortable in his presence. It was easy to feel that way.

"Oh I'm sorry mam. I'm sorry" he replied reaching around to shake her hand and introducing himself. He tried hard not to look at any of her attire. Underneath the robe she only wore a bra and panties. 

It dawned on him that's what was underneath. "Thank you for helping me out" he told her as he looked away from her. "I appreciate it." She wanted him to look at her robe.  He called one number after another of those he knew off the top of his head. Nobody was home; nobody answered. He looked up a few other numbers and all his buddies weren't around either. He was frustrated. She really wanted to help him out at that point. 

"Umm I might be able to help you, but well you have to do me a favor first. Let me get a shower first. Can I put you outside for a few minutes? I suppose you could stay inside but well for the moment I'd be more comfy if you were outside while I showered." 

"If I make you some toast and juice can you sit out on the porch while I get a quick shower? So I can get dressed properly? Then you can come back in and we can figure this all out. Sit out back. I'll make you some toast and get you some juice."

He thanked her, said yes to the toast and juice, and sat on her back porch waiting for her. Within 15 minutes she was showered, completely dressed, and hair and makeup looking impeccable. She came down in a flattering pair of Capri pants, which surprisingly looked great on her wide set of hips. A short sleeve tee looked great on her too. The full figured housewife rushed through to be with her unexpected guest. She looked forward to being entertained or entertaining him for as long as possible. She helped out those in need.

Tim Baker, in his day, was an all state defensive lineman. In college he had some success in football too. Due to a career ending injury his football playing days were over. Now graduated from the local university he only played recreational sports. 

Karen being Karen discovered many of his unknown talents. She quickly became more fond of him. She liked him right away. A seemingly good guy, he was well behaved.

Inside and talking, she asked him about everything including if he had a girlfriend. It made him uncomfortable and blush. "You should have one. I mean you are a handsome guy Tim Baker. A guy as handsome, as tall, and as intelligent as you are well even I'd be lucky to have a hunk like you. Any woman would." She was flirting. He didn't know it.

He thanked her but didn't know why she was so free and easy around him. She loosened him up. "Look at yourself Tim. You probably do this a lot don't you? Get a car to break down; go and tease a woman to fall for you, such as me. It's not like I'm umm ogling you but you are handsome. It isn't hard." She was going a tad overboard. She was subtle about it. He didn't notice her true intent. 

Teasing him further she adds "Your car breaks down hoping there's a girl or woman you think is attractive and well you probably put on the moves or something. Am I right? I'd say that's a compliment to that woman. Thank you Tim." He was baffled by her remarks. 

She was wrong. Her assessment initially was off base. She was thinking and hoping he did see her as an attractive and hopefully sexy woman. She was flirting with him a little more hoping he would catch on she liked him a lot more then just being friendly with her.

He blushed and nodded his head yes. "Umm I better get going. Maybe I'll walk home." She wouldn't have any of that. She told Tim she could drive him where he needed to go. It wouldn't be a problem. He turned her down feeling like he was putting her out. She was falling for him; especially his good looks and his manly huskier physique. 

He went out to her car. Just as he left the house her phone rang. She answered it. Her husband wasn't going to be home until late. She didn't care about him anymore. She was thrilled about her situation. Saying goodbye to her husband she called Tim back in. She asked him where he needed to get to. He told her nowhere in particular. He told her he was going shopping to buy his mom a gift.

"Ohhhh really that is so sweet. Tell you what. Would you like some advice or help with that? I could help you out with something like that." The way she said it made him feel weird. For the first time he wondered if she was flirting at all.  

"I don't have anything to do either Tim." She suggested calling a tow truck. She even offered t pay for it. She told him he could hang around for a while until it came. As soon as it was done she'd take him to pick it up.  He felt she was going overboard with her generosity. 

"In the meantime why don't I help you shop for what you were going to buy your mom? How's that sound?"

He lied to her. He was driving to a porn shop to pick up a couple of movies for himself and made up the story.  He didn't like that he told her a lie. He felt guilty. Oddly, he felt as if she already knew his true intentions.

He broke down and told her the truth. To Karen he was too cute. It was beautiful. She found his dilemma a bit erotic. She wished she thought of something like that for her own self that day. She wished she did something like that more often with or without her husband. She laughed and told him how she felt all of a sudden. She didn't care what he thought. It was a turn on to her actually. She didn't tell him about those feelings.

Thinking it was weird he couldn't believe a 36 year old woman might do something like that. He told her too. She asked why he thought that. Why was it so weird? She asked him why couldn't a woman have those similar desires. It was a strange conversation getting stranger by the minute. He was a little aroused all of a sudden. He wondered what he was getting into. 

She told him "Mature women or men aren't completely void of those feelings that he might have. She told him mature woman especially knows how to hide her feelings better.

"What do you mean by that" he asked her.

"Well I see lots of men who I think are attractive, handsome, and even sexy but Tim, unlike a guy such as you who may ogle a women, a woman doesn't stand around ogling a man's body. But it doesn't mean we don't desire to be with that man. We just show and hide our feelings for that man better then men do for a woman."

Thinking about what she said and wondering to himself by being there in the house all alone if she felt that way about him. It was a weird situation for him. She did make comments about how she thought he was a hunk. He was attractive. She hadn't expressed any feelings towards him other then to say he was a good looking guy. 

Boldly, he outright asked her if she had feelings for him. He asked her to be honest.

Staring at him, she looked him straight in the eye. She looked down at his chest purposely as well as the rest of him. It made him feel more uncomfortable. Karen toyed with him.

"Well Tim let me ask you to be honest with me. How old are you actually? It's hard to tell but if I was going to guess, I'd say you are about what 21" and she paused waiting for an answer. He told her he was 24. She didn't believe it. He looked much younger but she didn't tell him that.

"I'm going to do you a favor. I'm going to be more generous then ever. I'm going to put a lot of trust in you. Here are my keys. I'll call a tow truck for you and have it towed. You take my car and go do what you need to do. Whatever it is, go ahead and do. If that means having to go to your porn shop to get your mom a gift" winking and laughing carelessly, "then go on ahead and do that. I'll work it out so your car is done later today. Then we can drive over and pick it up. We'll work it all out. I'm not going anywhere. If you wanna go back home and be by yourself then feel free to do so. I'll come by later on and drive you back to pick up your car. Sound okay to you?"

Not knowing what to say or do it felt as though she was backing him into a corner. He said yes, but then said no thank you. He would walk up the street to a bus stop. She told him nonsense and insisted he take her car. Seeing as it was a Mercedes he told her he couldn't drive a car like that. She offered him her other one. She gave him another set of keys to her Envoy. He felt more comfortable driving that. He loved it. A beaming smile crossed his face. She took him out to it and let him inside it. She asked if there was anything in his car he needed. He said no. He left it closed but left his wallet in it too.

He drove off. He drove around the town. He didn't stop any anyone's house, but he felt as if he was showing off his wares. He was having fun. An hour later he stopped at the porn shop. Initially he knew what he was going to get. But for whatever reason he got a movie about an older woman and a young man. Why he wasn't sure, but the idea of it worked for him. He got two movies. He headed to the counter. Ready to pay for them, he realized he didn't have his wallet.

"Damn ohhh shit" he said. The clerk asked what was wrong. I can't pay for these. I forgot my wallet. I shouldn't be driving even." The clerk laughed and agreed. He thought about it. He struggled with it. He left the movies and walked out.

Meanwhile, Karen was changing again for another party that evening. While changing, Karen had visions of Tim sprawled out in front of her, in her bed room, and on his knees. Images of him flashed through her mind. In those images, she saw him kneeling down while trying to put on make up. All that was visible were a set of shoulders level with her tummy while his head was tucked inside a large t-shirt she was wearing. As she applied her makeup, his mouth sucked at her large bosoms. She fantasized how she might be fumbling with her makeup as his mouth sucked at her brilliant tits.

As she blow dried her hair, she wore a half slip. With her eyes closed and drying her hair, she pictured Tim up underneath her slip toying and tonguing her clitoris. She allowed herself to become horny while preparing for the country clubs summer party.  

Putting on a nice dress it was quite premature for the social engagement. Seeing as her husband wasn't around, she decided to go to the country club's annual summer beach party alone.  Wearing her silky slinky red dress it hung down off her by spaghetti straps. The dress hung down just below the middle of her thighs. It looked adorable and incredible on her figure. She appeared thinner in it and that's why she bought it. 

After slipping it on her doorbell rang. Her hair was done pulled back in a pony tail. She was spry and sexy looking. Anyone seeing her in it would think the same. 

Tim came back to her house. His car would be ready in about 2 hours. She wasn't due at the country club for about 2 hours. So why she put on the dress she didn't know. She liked the feel of it on her. It made her feel especially sexy that day. She kept thinking about Tim. "Would Tim like me in this" she kept asking herself. "I hope he would."  

Looking through the peep hole she saw him standing outside. She wasn't ready for him. She didn't want it to look like she was flirting too seriously if he saw her in it. She already did that to a point. Wearing the slinky short red silky dress would give anyone the impression she tried appearing sexy and that's what Tim thought right away!

Deciding to open the door and let him see her as is, he was shocked to see her in the dress. It was evident he was. His eyes went right down from her neck, to her cleavage, to her breasts, and all the way down past the bottom of it. Tim checked out her legs. He liked everything about her.

"Didn't get your movies" she asked. "And why not" she wondered aloud. He told her he left his wallet in his car. Telling him she decided to go to a party that night, if he gave her a few minutes, she'd take him to the place.  He could pick up the movies and she'd take him back to his place so he could entertain himself. "I'll pay for those movies" she told him. "Don't worry about it. It's my pleasure. Trust me it is."

He couldn't figure out why she was so firm on paying for them. He went with the flow but in doing so he became enamored by her generosity along with how beautiful she was. She looked sexier then ever in her dress. 

While upstairs putting on some final touches, such a little perfume, Tim sat downstairs wondering what she had up her sleeve. During that time he wondered if he was supposed to make a move on her. He decided after going back and forth several times, he was going to flirt with her or try and seduce her at some point. Crazy at it sounded to him, he was going to see if the older woman felt any attraction to him.

Driving off in her black Mercedes, he started feeling that burning excitement within. He felt a sexual attraction for her her. Her smooth hefty thighs appeared sexy to him as they slithered out from beyond her red dress. The dress hanging off her by its thin straps gave her an even more alluring look as far as he was concerned. She turned him on. She smelled terrific due to her perfume she wore. The mood was being set. Seeing her in her dress a luscious ravine convened between her boobs. He hard a difficult time resisting saying something to her. Karen's full figured form appeared sexier and sexier. 

Closer and closer to the porn shop he was increasingly hesitant to buy the movies he picked out earlier. Knowing she knew made him more uncomfortable he didn't want anyone knowing he bought them. It was his own little secret. Not anymore it wasn't.

Karen was more excited then he realized. Karen was more excited then she let on. Karen wasn't even sure what her plans were, however she intended to go to the party eventually. How soon was the question? She wasn't sure. She had time on her hands. She was very interested to put it mildly seeing what movies he picked out. She would like what he chose. He wasn't sure she would because they were fantasies about her.

"Here's some money. Bring me the change. You just give me the change" she said. He went in and embarrassed by the idea the woman he barely knew offered to pay for the movies. Carrying a bag with two movies, he second guessed himself the whole time.

He never gave it a thought she would come upstairs to his apartment and watch them with her. She slyly asked "So what are the names of the movies" she asked him sporting a half hearted nervous smile. She was intrigued however she was aroused too.

He told her she wouldn't know them and she wouldn't be interested. In truth she was real interested. He didn't realize the depth of her curiosity. She became more intrigued, more aroused about his possible tastes. The car wouldn't be ready for 2 hours. Her party wasn't for a couple of hours either, so she enough time to enjoy his company and those movies too.




Broke Down Car



To Karen it would be wild watching them. It would be crazier yet watching with someone especially if that someone was of the opposite sex. It would even more wilder and more exciting with a mature woman like herself who wanted to do more then flirt with her. 

Personally, she thought to herself, she could be involved in another one night stand. "I did it before. But Tim, Tim's a handsome guy; he's sooo sexy, dreamy oooooohhh."   

"Turn here" he said. "This is my place, my apartment complex." It was a nice location. He looked at her. They smiled. She wanted to be invited up. She wanted to watch too. She wasn't going to invite herself up though. 

"I guess the ummm best thing uhhh to do" he began saying hesitantly "is to uhhh invite you up since you've so nice; so generous already. And well uhhh since you are offering to uhh take me to my car and all uhh well please come upstairs okay?"

"On the other hand" he began to add "you don't have to come upstairs. I don't uhhh wanna put you out at all. I can find someone else to help me out" he told her. 

She hoped he'd invite her up. Considering how nice and generous she had been and considering how aroused she was and how attracted she felt towards him, and how much she craved and yearned to be with him at that point she wanted to be asked upstairs. 

Sexual tensions had built up. Feelings had mounted for each other. Looking at him with her endearing eyes and her sweet smile, she told him to enjoy himself. He thanked her again and looked her way for a few seconds before turning away. He burned up inside for her. She had a tingling feeling all over herself too. Neither mentioned how they felt towards each other. 

His simmering desires slowly took on an irresistible craving to get her to stay. He knew he liked her more then he let on. The eerily similar yearning mushroomed within Karen. Her face and her body warmed up hurriedly as her heart beat rapidly. All of a sudden her smile disappeared. She craved him horribly. 

She wanted to sit down with him and watch the movies. It would be fun. It would be exciting. It would be adventurous. She wasn't sure how she felt, but her initial instincts told her she was horny and he was the guy to suppress all her urges. They were not feelings of friendship any longer!

An enormous wave of desire came over her. She felt she had to show him how much she was attracted to him; how much she yearned for much more then conversation. On the other side of the picture, he felt a physical attraction to her. He couldn't figure out why. 

All of a sudden she received a sign from him. Something he did told her he liked her a lot! She knew instantly he found her very attractive. Just before he walked away he looked at her differently. He looked at something which even she appreciated.

Just before he walked away, just after he said thank you and turned, and just before his eyes left her eyes, Tim looked at her and indicated he found her sexy. He looked down into her satiating cleavage. He didn't just glance he stared directly down inside her beautiful, stout, and unfathomable cleavage. He looked right back up and saw she watched him staring inside it. His strong desire and love of her cleavage had him looking down inside it one more time. Then he turned around and walked towards his apartment.

Immediately she knew he was extremely fond of her and her full figured body. Her outfit and the contents within caught his eye! She knew he 'liked' those contents very much!

"Tim" she called out abruptly! Changing her tone immediately, her soft voice kicked in. "Maybe I could uhhh" shrugging her shoulders while asking, "umm come up and see your place?" Then she reversed her train of thought and said, "Oh never mind; that's so impolite of me. Inviting myself up like that is rude and improper." 

"No ohh no, you aren't being impolite at all Karen! Not one bit at all; I'm the one who's rude and impolite Karen. I'd love for you to come upstairs. Please come up umm..." 

Seeing as he was a bit naïve he asked her up. Regardless she added "Maybe, well maybe I could umm sit and watch one of those umm movies with you? You know, just as friend's right? Just as friend's right? You know for crazies" she asked him laughing nervously at the same time. 

"I uhhh I haven't watched a movie like that in a long, long time you know. It would be umm cool. It would be fun wouldn't it?" She looked at him with puppy dog eyes, but her heart was screaming at her passionately and lust filled her up.

She stepped out and walked to the hood of the car. Tim, already anxious and excited, was ready to watch his movies. He was lost in thought. He was in a zone. He was on a mission. When he saw her standing outside her car in her short slinky red dress he burned harder for her and completely was unable to think straight any longer. 

He only thought about the erotic x-rated porn flicks. But when he saw her standing anxiously by the front of her car after he turned around, Tim couldn't say anything except yes to Karen. 

Tim fell to pieces. Tim melted inside looking her way. He was floored by the sexy sight ahead of him. Karen looked so damn incredible in her slithering slinky dress that he could have gobbled it up on sight. She looked incredibly hott! He was already aroused to put it mildly. When he saw her leaning against her car in her red satin dress, it looked perfect on Karen's full figured frame! The woman couldn't be denied any longer. "Just as friends" he recalled her saying.

"Friends, no way, no how man! That isn't possible I don't think!"

Standing upright as possible, he looked at her from top to bottom. He checked her out more then enough times. She looked at him and his burly frame. Their eyes met. The two smiled at each other but it wasn't your typical friendly smile. 

Without even saying "Yes come upstairs" she understood. She knew his answer. He knew she knew how he felt. She walked up to him. They headed upstairs. They sat at opposite ends of his couch. That was only temporary. He put in the DVD. He went to get them drinks. He came back and sat on the other side of the couch.

Already in a sexually heightened state, the movie helped their cause. The title of the movie flashed across the screen. 

"Suburban Housewife Visits Again." 

She shook her head. He looked her way. She blinked her eyes at the title on the TV. She couldn't believe what she read. She wanted to turn and look at him. She didn't look his way, but every thought she had said "Jump on him! Rip his shirt off! Kiss that chest! Kiss those lips! Kiss them Karen" she told herself but she held back and didn't do anything she wanted to do. She maintained her composure.  It was unbearable for the married woman. In what was the complete stranger's home, Karen Harper began fulfilling many a women's fantasy. Sitting close enough to swallow him whole, she breathed the air in around her, but subtly. She heard him say something, but didn't know what it was. He got up and disappeared. She didn't realize it. 

Her mind was adrift in a sea of desire. Her nipples hardened. Her belly ached with passion. She knew what she craved. Her heart told her she craved him beating rapidly and powerfully. Her body swelled for his warmth, his comfort, and his passion she expected from him.  She stared at the TV while the beginning credits ran across the screen. At the same time thoughts ran rampant through her mind. She didn't even notice what flashed across the screen. She assumed he was at the other end of the couch. All she saw was what flashed in her thoughts from earlier that day and what was flashing on the screen. Hornier and hornier she became. 

Fascinated by the title and without thinking she looked to her right. Tim was not there. She wondered where he went off to. Tim walked to his bathroom to put on a touch of cologne himself, but only a hint of it. It was enough for her to appreciate. 

She wanted to know why he picked that title out. She was amused and she was truly aroused by it as well! She didn't get her question answered and it wasn't important any longer.

He walked back in and asked her if she was comfortable. Nervous, excited, and as anxious as she was, she wore a devilish smirk.  He understood the smirk; Tim blushed a bright shade of red! Still he wondered if she was put out by it and his selection. He asked her. She blushed too. In a quiet voice she said she was not upset.

The movie started out right away with erotic and vivid scenes. A woman twice a guy's age was moaning passionately while having crazy lurid sex. Amidst all the glaring sounds, movement, and lustful passion, all sorts of praise soared between the two lovers. 

The camera filmed the woman from the back. She too was a plus size woman. She too was sexy and shapely. Her figure was desirable. Her long hair flew around carelessly left to right as she wildly banged him up and down for what seemed like an immense period of time.

It went on, but soon enough the camera's angle slowly drifted around so the woman's exhilarating expressions could be seen. Anything and everything was visible in the movie. Neither Karen nor Tim moved an inch. They were glued to the movie.

Switching positions, the young guy was asked to come at her from behind. Jamming his cock into her horny soaking wet hole, he moaned and grunted while caressing her upper body all the while banging the attractive older woman. She screamed out gleefully while he plugged her in ongoing erotic scenes. 

Karen's knees began wobbling and knocking. Karen developed a slight rocking motion to her while she increasingly became hornier. Yearning for Tim's young body, she dreamed of him shirtless. She envisioned his upper body coursing over her so she could passionately feel him, kiss him, and lick his large manly chest. 

She felt him coursing through her veins. She felt his vibrations riveting within her. She screamed inside for him, but she didn't want to scare him off either so she remained silent. Did Tim want her like she craved him?

Tim sat motionless. He couldn't move. He wanted to shift left, right, and up and down. His cock was completely hard. It went unnoticed by her. Even though she sat three feet away from him, he hoped his feelings were being noticed by her. She really wasn't sure. He hoped and prayed his desires to get closer to her might be felt by her.

They continued watching the movie in aroused disbelief. Were they even watching the movie or were they thinking how they could come on to the other at that point? His cock raged on. Her pussy was public consumption for him if he wished. Her body was a raging inferno. He felt his body was on fire. It felt like a furious intense wildfire within him. Neither could speak. Their feelings, emotions, desires, and yearning for the other were held captive!

Knowing she sat only three feet away, he didn't know how to make the first move with her. All he initially knew was he was going to sit and watch the movie alone with nobody else around and fantasize about her; not with her there.  He couldn't fantasize and why would he with her there. He was so horny he was without words. He didn't know how to slide over next to her. He didn't know how to put a hand on her or where to lay his hand if he did. He wasn't clueless, but he was not sure how she felt or what she was thinking, or anything. She simply could be intrigued and enjoying it like she initially said as a friend only.

Karen's knees continued knocking. She continued rocking too. Tim didn't notice. She wondered to herself he had to see her doing both uncontrollably. He had to notice her movement! He had to know she was excited or restless or to put it bluntly, horny as hell.

There he sat the young virile man with his amazing physical qualities and incredible tastes from what she had learned and he was all hers, if she could figure out of he was remotely interested in her. She couldn't seduce him and then get rejected. No way would she let that happen. She would make a fool of herself doing that. 

She wanted him! She wanted his body! She wanted his body half naked, partially naked, and if lucky enough to have him fully naked and on top of her! She'd have him any way he offered of himself to her. She burned for him his awesome sexy masculine body!

"Ohhhhh god I need him" she cried to herself as she rocked rapidly but almost unnoticeably in front of him. His eyes were on the movie. He couldn't take them off it. It was simply too erotic to stop watching it, but his thoughts weren't on the movie.

That was him in the movie with Karen as his lover having uncontrollable sex with her the hole time they were together in continual lurid, erotic scenes. It was more then fascinating. His cock was so hard it hurt him and he had to shift it. He had to turn away from her, step away, or walk completely away from her to shift it so he was a little more comfortable and at ease on the couch.

She rocked back and forth. Her legs knocked against the other. Her eyes were affixed on the TV and the different erotic scenery. Her mind saw him on her, behind her, or under her while she saw herself loving every incredible moment of sex the couple had with one another. 

It was wild. It was crazy. She felt wild. She felt crazy, but Karen was having the time of her life. She would never ever experience this again or would she. Probably not with him, so she should enjoy it to the very end. She 'watched' herself on TV. She 'watched' him screwing her non stop scene after scene in different places. The fantasy grew.

She looked over, but he wasn't there. She looked across the room and he stood with his back to her doing something. She couldn't tell but his hands were around his stomach or something. She paused the movie.

Slowly she stood up. She sauntered over to where he was. She almost put her hands on his broad sexy shoulders, but with stood the incredible urge to do so. She wanted him horribly. He wanted her he told him. He wished she'd some over and hold him, maybe kiss him, and definitely caress him all over.

He wished he could get her dress off. She wished he would take her dress off. He wished he could kiss her. She hoped he would kiss her lips then her body. Yearning for him to do that and more burned so strongly, she gave in to every desire she had. Craving her tremendously he took a leap of faith! He began to turn to walk to the couch, sit down next to her, kneel in front of her, or do whatever it took in an attempt to make love to her hoping she felt the exact same way!

Briskly he turned having adjusted his hard cock and wham! He bumped into her not realizing she stood right behind him and wishing he would do those to her too. She fell back. He grabbed her arms, looked into her eyes as she stared into his. Both with a burning passion took it to the next level. They did what they felt they had to do.

Leaning against the kitchen counter, she attempted to lift herself on top. Unable to, he helped her up as she sat bright eyed and desiring of his touch all over her, she put her finger against his lips and spoke very softly, very quietly, but in a very sultry tone.

Closing her eyes for a moment she said "You and I should make love Tim Baker. You are too sexy to be ignored today. I am so fortunate for you to have come into my life and I want to reward you today like never before, if you'll let me. Feel me Tim Baker. I want you to touch me everywhere and anywhere you want."

Karen reached for his hand. Her nipples were surging through her strapless silky bra she wore. They were easily visible to anyone who looked down at them. They were solid. They visibly presented her inner feelings. They reflected her passionate horny emotions. Right through her bra and slinky red dress were two sizeable bumps indicating something aroused her somehow!

She lifted his hand, his fingers, and had him stroke them lightly. She had him caressing both of them attentively, gently, but meticulously. She closed her eyes, he closed his, and she led his fingers back and forth across her hardened nipples.

For the very first time, he moaned. Her pussy screamed for him. His cock moaned silently as did she. Letting go of his hand, he laid them against her lower thighs as she sat atop the counter.

Not watching her face he looked at her big bulky but smooth thighs. A rapid hormonal surge of exhilaration blew through him requiring him to take a deep breath of air. His hands sauntered up her thighs. The edges of his hands caught the bottom of her silky lightweight dress. Slowly and sensuously he pushed it back towards her waist. Slowly but surely he saw more then just darkness lying beneath the red elegant material.

A grin surfaced on her face. A great curiosity and immense yearning to get in between her thighs, inside her panties, and soon inside her hot soaking wet hole coursed through his veins and mind. 

She opened up her legs allowing him to slide further between them. Tim felt her soft smooth plus sized fleshy thighs. He moaned a little louder. She began unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it out of his shorts. She lifted it off him while his hands continued gliding inwards towards her majestic palace. He felt heat generating from outside her panties. It was an intense heat! It was a wild exotic feeling.

He drove her wilder. She drove him crazy. He pushed the dress up as far as it could go. He looked up at her. She looked into his eyes barely able to smile. She willed him to take it off. He pushed it up as far as it could go. He looked up at her again. Seeing her in her panties with her dress pushed all the way up, he began to remove them without taking off her dress.

Quietly she said to him "Tim take off my dress first."

He looked up, removed her dress, and saw her bosoms in all their sexy glory. His chest was a vision of desire to her. She wanted him to take off his shorts and told him tenderly. His cock would be noticeably hard and he didn't want her to know he was that horny. She told him it was alright. She wanted to see how beautiful it was when it was hard like it should be. 

Karen's eyes closed. She moaned out. Tim took her panties off and dropped them to the floor. In front of him was a half trimmed spread of light brown bushy hair. He looked at her, looked at her bush, looked back up at her, and then felt her warm bushy grove. His eyes closed momentarily. She moaned again. He felt the very outside of her hot pussy. It felt like a raging inferno in a way he thought. He grew increasingly weary of the waiting. He took off her bra. He looked at her tits. He looked at her and a huge grin appeared on his face. She smiled back at Tim with a pleased look. She felt her tits for him. He watched in disbelief as she did.

Finally Tim did what she never expected him to do. He dropped to his knees, pulled her thighs apart, and put his tongue deep inside her matured hott wet cunt. He dug deep! He went in quickly! He stayed deep inside it moving his tongue around furiously as he expressed his inner most desires to Karen! 

Feeling her soft hot hole and trying to turn her more then she was, he came out for a quick breather and looked up. He asked her if she enjoyed it. She couldn't answer. She bellowed out while not even looking down at him. She was leaning backwards as her knees knocked harder craving more of the same out of him!

"Ohhhh God Tim, Tim anything you do with me is, is more then enough! It's wonderful and beautiful Tim! Oh god Tim go back, go back Tim!" 

She grabbed his head of hair and pulled him back inside her thighs. "Keep doing what ever you want to me Tim. Do what pleases you honey doll! I want you! I want it too! I want your... Ohhhh god Tim I want your cock!" She seemed to contradict herself. She loved his tongue inside her, but she craved his cock more then his tongue and let it be known in her fit a passionate desire.




Broke Down Car



He gave up on tonguing her wet horny pussy. Tim lifted her up, turned around, laid her out on his kitchen table, and he jammed his hard cock deep inside the horny woman's pussy. Karen screamed out in delighted pleasure! 

Immediately the two were banging like wild animals that were meant for one another! The table rocked! They pushed at each other hard! The table shook rapidly back and forth! Moaning, groaning, shouting, and screeching bounced off the apartment walls! Passion and lust filled his place! Tim and Karen experienced great appreciation, awesome passion, and incredibly fulfilling desires from one another finally!

He fulfilled her every imaginable fantasy! He adored her! He loved her body! He appreciated her under valued maturity! He told her many, many times he loved being able to have that moment with her while sexing up his newfound friend. Soaking it all up, she told herself this couldn't be the end of it with him. Somehow there had to be more.

Banging, pushing, pulling herself against him, they practically broke his table! The two unlikely lovers joined in a masterpiece of sexual fulfillment. She easily brought him to cum harder he ever imagined inside her horny pussy while Tim swiftly brought her to one of her greatest climatic orgasm she had ever experienced in years.

Screaming at the top of her lungs, she made him feel as though he was the absolute best. His appreciation, his strength, his power, and youthfulness brought him to the top of her list of ideal fantasies and hopefully her future ideal 'friend in need.' The respect he had for her and his desire for her only made her feel more favorable towards him!

She clutched his arms, his body, and the table while exerting and climaxing. She orgasmed wildly! Tim exploded into her cunt. She collapsed to the table but he grabbed her up right away and carried her to the other room near the TV. 

He huddled next to her on the floor. He didn't let go. She couldn't stop hugging him. Her weary exhausted shapely plus size body felt great against him. They cuddled, he kissed her, and she kissed him back when she felt she had the strength. He caressed her soft swollen physique as she stared at him quietly.  

Looking and cuddling her, he knew he was in the company of greatness. Her body was overwhelmingly beautiful and he loved her full figured frame. He was in awe of her. Tim began kissing her everywhere while she lay exhausted on the floor with her eyes closed and feeling his lips dance across her soft supple body.

An hour of kissing and touching her, she had fallen asleep while he continued kissing, but mainly on her tits and belly. It was erogenous to him. Tim easily could have had sex with her again. While she slept, he went and picked up her dress and undies. Keeping her bra for as a souvenir he woke her up gently. He leaned over to kiss her soft sumptuous lips. She hugged him. He hugged her back.

Embraced in the hug, she knew she had to leave. They had to pick up his car. He dressed, they kissed again, they fixed themselves up, and then drove to get Tim's car. She paid for it. She told him it was a gift and not payment for sex. She told him she wanted to see him again soon, if he wanted to. He told her yes. He asked her if the next day would do. She wished she could say yes. She told him no.  He asked if the next weekend might work out for her. She said she wished she could but she could not. He asked her about the next month or several weeks or what. Having put on her dress, she got down on her knees, and put her hands around his crotch. He had on his shorts. His cock was limp. She took off his shorts and underwear again. She began sucking him off one last time.

Surprisingly while sucking it off, she told him sometime soon she'll stop by if he doesn't mind, and see what can be arranged. Then she began sucking him off and shortly thereafter, he cummed for her. By accident he cummed all over her dress and it was a mess. She was going to wear it that night. Regardless she put it on, but put it on backwards. She wiped off what she could, took him to get his car, drove home, and on the way her husband called her. He told her to wear that sexy red dress she looks incredible in. She said she couldn't. He asked why. She couldn't explain. He told her to bring a suit. She did and then stopped to buy another red dress.

Walking through the mall, she went to her favorite boutique. She looked for a similar dress. Across town they had her size and would put a hold on it. She drove across town, tried it on, and bought it as is. She left the store wearing it.

All night long at the summer party she thought of one thing only. She dreamt of being with him. The feelings which vibrated through her, continued to come and go. She wanted him. She wanted him inside her that night. She was lonely. She was bored. She felt like telling him her feelings. She felt like telling him how happy he made her that day. She felt a great need, a great urge to call him and say hi to him. 

"Honey I'm going to the ladies room" she told her husband. "I'll be back shortly." 

She kissed his lips; he patted her ass. She walked outside. She sat down; nobody would see her. She called him; he wasn't home. She stared into the darkness craving him badly. The beauty of the summer evening moved her emotionally. She listened to the romantic sounds of the crickets nearby. The more she listened the more she yearned for him and his body. She felt she had to be with him. Her feelings were incredibly strong. That urge to be with him was overwhelming. 

She went back to the party. "Honey, I'm going home" she told her husband. "I'm sick; I don't feel well. I'm going home but stay and have fun okay tonight. I'll be at home" she told him.

Karen drove off but called him again. He wasn't answering. She left another message. She was not desperate sounding. She only yearned for him and let him know.

"I feel incredible because of you Tim dear. But right now you are in every one of my thoughts. I'm, I'm so ohhh Tim, I have to be with you again and soon dear real, real soon! Bye honey I loved being with you today. You are incredible baby." She hung up. 

She was up all night long. He came home and she was still up. Tim was on her mind. She went down stairs. She sat outside in the darkness listening to the crickets. Slipping her hands inside her pj's she felt her breasts as though Tim was feeling them. Smiles surfaced and she closed her eyes. Her breasts felt wonderful to the touch. She whispered his name out. She wanted to call him again, but withstood the urge. Finally she fell asleep.



Broke Oak, Beginning



I'm retired now. Have been for a few years, but I haven't acted very retired until recently. I am 62, widowed, and formerly a process engineer. I retired a little after my 56th birthday.

My wife Meg and I were always very happy, but we always stayed way to busy. That was why I was not very retired. About 2 years ago, she passed away suddenly. At first, I was too shaken to stay busy, but eventually, I just realized that the more I stayed busy, the lonelier my life remained. I needed to slow down and smell some flowers and coffee. BOTH!

Megs and I had gone to nudist camps and vacation resorts when she was alive, but it was never a huge thing to us, though we enjoyed it a lot. But, on the other hand, it was not convenient to our go-go-go lifestyle. But we had felt some of our calmest and closest times in our nudist hobbies, so I did the unexpected and 6 months after she passed, I found a park model for sale at Broke Oak River Resort and I bought it!

So that background brings me to this story today. I have now lived here for over 2 years and I want to write down some of my experiences and capture future events to share with you. I usually won't need to worry about sequence and will just tell stories as I recall them or as they happen. But this story will sort of set the scene for everything, so I invite you to read it first.

Broke Oak is near San Antonio, off the highway to Del Rio, maybe 12 miles on a county road. It butts against a river of reasonable size. The river loops around 3 sides of the resort and fence and greenbelt provide the resort with the rest of its privacy.

I have a 32 foot Olympic that has been well kept and somewhat refurbished and upgraded. I enjoy cooking and my refurbed kitchen is the best in the whole resort. The owner's wife, Betty, uses my kitchen to cook the main dishes for the monthly potluck. I help her, but she pilot's that flight, for sure. Her husband Ted is my friend and trusts and understands.

Of course we cook nude, and I love to watch her move around as she cooks. I mean parts shift and sway and jiggle. It's a wonder I don't get dizzy. Betty knows I watch and she knows I am attracted, but we never cross the line, except in being open in our talk. We both say what hits our mind. We enjoy it, and we let it be at that. She looks, too. And although my dick is available to be seen any time, she sees different angles and positions. And she sees closeups. But for some reason, Betty is an ass-woman, she likes to see my ass, so I oblige and let her look. Why is looking so much fun when everyone's nude already? Not sure, but maybe it is that it is not polite in normal nude settings to really look, you are supposed to act like you can't see even though everyone knows you can...

Every so often we'll be cooking and will have 15 or 30 minutes to wait, so we'll grab a cup of coffee or iced tea and sit and talk. These are great times. When we sit in the breakfast nook, we always sit on the bench, turned toward each other, one arm and leg on the bench. This puts genitals wide open and visible. We would both look, sometimes discretely and sometimes pretty openly. But we never commented or talked about what we saw, we just appreciated. I truly loved the way her inner labia extended out beyond her outer lips and that they looked so much like flower petals...

Many, many nudist conversations center on the nude lifestyle, how we or others got into it, and why we like it so much. During one of these conversations, she said as simply as could be that she liked to watch my dick go through various stages of soft, semi-hard, and hard when we were having our talks. She said she appreciated my openness to let her see and enjoy. I responded that I loved to see her labia and imagine how they felt and tasted. 

When I said that, Betty squirmed and after she sat still again, I noticed her labia were visibly moister and darker -- I was totally hard by then and Betty was looking solidly at my cock.

"Do you suppose ... " she started.

Not sure where she was going, I quickly interrupted that I didn't think I could, because I could never betray Ted. 

"Oh, I wasn't thinking of doing any of that." Betty countered. "I was thinking of other things. Do you think we could watch each other masturbate without getting carried away?"

"I bet we could ... " I tried back.

Betty slipped a hand onto her pussy and with two fingers, opened her outer labia. Then with her middle finger she drew her inner labia open slightly. Finally, she took the hand away and licked her finger while I watched. 

I reached down and held my cock in my hand, softly pumping it once or twice and then stretching the skin, I pulled on it. My circumcised head got more enlarged, reddened, and the opening seemed to wink at Betty.

Both of us had crossed the line, not terribly, but enough to make this much okay and within our newly defined limits.

"Can we touch each other at all?" I asked.

"Not now, not today. But maybe we can some other time, let me think about it."

So with so little in the way of planning and only the no-touch rule, we sat and watched each other - performed for each other - and had magnificent orgasms shared as we watched and shuddered.

When Betty circled her clit with her right index finger, I was hypnotized at the involuntary shudders running throughout her frame. And then as her left hand put first two, then three fingers in her pussy, my breathing stopped. Betty noted my attention and when she removed her fingers and put them in her mouth, I came three spurts along my knee, thigh, and calf. The spurts were followed by a short flow of more cum -- during which she began to cum hard, holding her breath with a prolonged "yyyyessssss...." hissed out almost like a wild cat.

Incredibly exhausted we sat back and smiled. Our faces shared the immense release and relief, words were almost a disturbance. But Betty whispered "We need to do this again and include a little touchie-feelie when we do!" She got up and started gathering food to take to the potluck, I washed up and helped carry the heavy stuff.

Well, I have been having a very interesting life for a single man in his sixties, here at Broke Oak resort. If you'd like to hear more of my experiences her in south Texas, comment, respond, email, or maybe set a cactus on fire.

So long for now.



Broke Oak: Coffee Circuit



{Note: these are only slightly 'obscured' accounts of my life at the Broke Oak nudist resort in south Texas. I warn you that not everything is all 'cocks and pussies' as we are fairly normal human beings and these are actual accounts of our lives. Things are sometimes slow-starting and if you don't care for that, I apologize.}

Mornings are a great time of day since I retired – morning is when I don't have to get up and go to work! Afternoons are fine because I don't have to BE at work, but mornings are uniquely enjoyable because I can start the day the way I want.

When I first moved to Broke Oak, I would get up and go to the little café in the social hall. Two eggs, ham, hashed browns, toast and coffee - every morning, the same thing. Within a month it was boring – even a nice breakfast can get a bit boring.

In a way, it was boredom that introduced me to the 'Posse.' Every nudist group I have ever known has a group of men that informally gather, almost always with a coffee cup, in a centralized place. These guys are almost always friendly, open to new-comers, and full of bullshit. They live to be pals and BS. But they also perform an important function beyond just standing around naked. They help set and enforce the boundaries of behavior. They gossip as much as any group of women I have ever heard of.

After about a month of breakfasts, I decided to eat breakfast on Tuesday, Thursday and weekends and walk on the other three days. During my walk on the first Wednesday of this routine, I came past the community co-ed shower hut and encountered five men my age standing with mugs of coffee and obviously BS-ing at a professional level. Hellos were exchanged, introductions were made, and I was instantly deputized as a novice member of the Posse!

Lon was the youngest of us at 47 and Ben was the oldest at 73. Gerry, Hank, and Fred were all about 60, so I felt right at home. All but Ben and Hank had wives that were still working, too young to retire. Ben's wife Sally works as a helper in the café's morning rush, then she goes out to volunteer at a county housing agency. Hank's wife Kasey stayed home with craft hobbies.

After the 'posse' meeting, Hank invited me to drop by his place to meet Kacey and visit with them. Their mobile home was about the distance of 3 city blocks, a pleasant walk. On the way Hank explained that the community here is nice and stable. They take pride in not having a 'swinger problem.' When I looked questioningly, he said, sure there were sex-capades here the same as any place, but there had developed a certain culture that kept things stable: nobody played with any partnered person without the partner's knowledge and everyone kept their private life private. Hank assured me that I would fit in well with the Broke Oak crowd.

Hank led me into their home and called out to Kacey who was painting out in the open sunroom. What a looker! Kacey probably stood the same height as Hank, about five-ten and I suspect her to weigh about 170 pounds, each placed in the proper location. Kacey looked 45, but I knew from Hank's chit-chat that she was 59. Her hair was teasingly salt and pepper, short, and framed a lovely smile. Like virtually everyone at the 'Oak' she was naturally nude and looked fantastic. Her breasts were probably A or A-B cup, not winning or losing to gravity – more like 'negotiating', and the negotiations were actively taking place.

I am only partially a breast man, I really enjoy a woman's vulva. I love protruding inner lips, puffy outer lips can be fantastic, but a 'mound' effect makes me weak in the knees. Kacey shaved, puffy mound made me reach for a chair to hold myself up. 

I am almost always shaved in the pubic area and love a smooth vulva. Hank was also shaved, so we all had something in common. Unless you have been there, you can't understand that nudists' conversations can very quickly include subjects that textile folks will never discuss. It is common for nudists that just met to talk about bodies, body parts, being nude, seeing and being seen, erections, and sexuality in general.

Our conversation introduced me to them, but it soon turned to the fact that we are all smoothies and how we keep ourselves that way. In fact, we all use a hair removal cream weekly with razors to touch up every couple of days. We all also bemoaned the problems of accessing nooks and crannies. Our visit wrapped up, but before I left Kacey invited me to drop by for lunch the next day and I accepted on the condition that they would come by for dessert some evening, an invitation they accepted quickly.

The next day, I walked down Cotton Tail Drive to their house at about a quarter to twelve. Hank and Kacey were on the back deck and I heard their music and worked my way around to their deck, set my towel on a rocker and sat down. We chatted for awhile and Kacey went to fetch the sandwiches. I helped carry the salads out while Hank brought the iced tea and glasses. All the movement gave me a great chance to see some of Kacey's other assets – did I say that she had a great ass and killer legs?

Not a lot was said while we ate; there is not much to be said when a BLT is being your best friend. But, after our lunch we began the chatter of easy friends and we had indeed become easy friends. Like me, Hank had been an engineer before retirement and Kacey had been a science teacher, so we shared many geek-oriented personality traits.

But Hank dropped a bombshell of sorts and it was one of those things you don't expect. I was so surprised, in fact, that I started to get hard, which is not very appreciated in public nudist situations, but happens from time to time in private nudist situations like this. It seems that Hank had recently started having problems with a tremor and almost anything exacting that he tried to do caused him problems. That news did not get me hard, but he went on to say that they had been sharing their pubic grooming duties by tending to one another and they were forced to face the fact that Hank should not be using a razor on Kacey any longer. 

Hank said that they had talked about it and decided that they liked me and the fact that I was single was a definite positive point. They wanted to know if I would be willing to join them in pubic shaving! They suggested that Kacey shave both Hank and I and that I shave Kacey. Because this is such an intimate activity, Hank would be right there as well, but the razor work would be up to me.

Now you see why I was getting a bit hard. I reached for the corner of my towel to drape over my thigh and hide my hardening dick. 

"Stop!" Kacey looked me square in the eye and ordered. "If you do accept this invitation, I will see it hard often enough. This is a normal reaction to this topic and I am not embarrassed and neither should you be."

Obviously I dropped the towel and the semi-hard that had worried me was not to be found, only the completely hard penis was in sight. "Okay, if you are not bothered, I can learn to be not bothered. How about you, Hank?" I noticed that Hank was halfway there himself and catching up.

"I am fine with it and Kacey is right, this should not be an embarrassment, both of us are very average in size, length, and appearance so we should just take it as normal and be glad we still can" he said smiling brightly.

So our adventure began, a lovely lady with two men with hardons thinking about her snatch getting shaved. I never dreamed this would or could happen just a few hours before. Now I was living it.

Hank had made the invitation and I had accepted it, so it was fitting for Kacey to be the one to set the schedule. They preferred to do their trimming on Mondays for the week and Thursdays for the weekend, a schedule I found totally acceptable. We decided to alternate homes – Mondays I would host and Thursdays they would host. 

This was Thursday and we decided that we should start immediately! They had a strong dining room table with excellent light, so we gathered there and it was decided that Kacey would do Hank then me and I would do her with Hank's guidance and advice.

After Kacey gathered the 'fixings' Hank spread his towel on the table and then laid back with his legs very indelicately spread in OB-GYN mode and I watched closely while Kacey explained what she did as she went along.

"It is actually a great benefit for this thing to be hard" as she held Hank's penis and moved it around to inspect and plan for the job. Kacey had a clean washrag and towel for each of us, and each of us had a new disposable razor and clean bowl of hot water. The washrag was dunked and wrung out and placed around Hank's balls and around his penis like the base cloth around a Christmas tree. 

After about 30 seconds, Kacey said "We use the heat and moisture to prep the area so it won't get nicked or irritated." Then, using Hank's penis to center her work, Kacey stroked with the razor until he was as smooth as a baby. His pubic area, base of his penis, testicles, and even the area around his anus was like glass.

I got harder and harder knowing I was next for this treatment. But Hank's was not turn was not finished. Kacey turned to me and whispered that when he had been good for his treatment, she always rewarded him with a 'little hand job.' She stroked his circumcised dick slowly, firmly, and with obvious joy. 

Hank responded by breathing faster and faster. Kacey turned to me again and said, if I was good, I would get a treat also, but not exactly the same as Hank's. With that, she lowered her mouth to his cock and sucked it slowly down to the base. Her cheeks bulged with the movements of her tongue and her suction. Hank moaned. I couldn't help moaning as well. 

Finally, Kacey pulled off of Hank's cock and whispered to me "I love to watch ejaculation; it is like a marvel of science or something, so I like to finish him where I can see it." Almost as though on command, Hank stiffened and he came three good thrusts onto his belly and chest, then he continued to produce more cum that ran down Kacey's hand and around his newly smooth pubic area.

Kacey took his wash cloth and cleaned Hank up, took his towel and dried him off, and then went to freshen the bowl of hot water. Over her shoulder, Kacey ordered "Okay guys, switch places. Gus, get up there, you're next and I want you ready when I get back."

No time to catch my breath, it was my turn and I needed to be ready!