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Give Me Mo'

By: chatchatchuckles



I'm a new author and if you're looking for a quickie, this might make you mad. Please vote and comment.

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"Damn, I forgot to email those Excel files to myself," Mozeia softly murmured. Easing off the heels that slightly yet impassionedly tortured her, she walked from the foyer to her bedroom. A place tranquility touched. Wide jaded fronds arched at the entrance silently beckoning for their queen to enter. Shades of oranges: coral, watermelon, and papaya shed their radiance causing a warm glow to infuse the room. A luxurious Oriental rug hugged the wooden floors. Slick with the lateen shine of Mop Glow, they reflected the paintings photographs of natural, fashion, and African art prints. Upon all this elegance, centered for maximum presentation was the heavily pillow padded ash four poster.

As she delicately loosed all external and foreign influences, a movement of color, the laser sharpness of her house phone, signaled another problem. 

"Damn, if these mothafuckas keep calling my goddamn phone, their cells are going to be firmly and forever fucked!" With that outburst echoing, Mozeia picked the phone from its hook. After dialing, the necessary digits and distending her diaphragm for maximum air intake, a voice was heard.

"Shit, why isn't she picking up the phone," softly spoken utterance caught while the preliminary beeping was in motion. "Mo, this is Nia."

"Like I don't know who it is," with a roll of her eyes and a regal dismissive shake of the head, she moved the phone to her right ear and took off her other golden hoop earring.

"Please, I'm begging. Now don't roll your eyes. I haven't even asked. Look, Raheim," a name rushed from lips. 

"Is she still talking 'bout this brotha? I can't believe this shit."

A slight hesitant pause was next, and then through an escaping exhale the request was rendered. "Raheim wants to know if you could possibly put in another good word for him at your firm. Mo, you know that I wouldn't ask if not needed, please give him a chance for me, your girl." Even with this plea, a hint of pride penetrated the voice.

"Damn, here I go again," Mo hurriedly pressed three to erase the message and then tossed her clothes in the hamper.

***~______~***

At five feet eight and delightfully three-quarters of an inch tall, Mo was the Commodores' muse for the literal brick shitting house. With eyes the color of smoking grey, and skin the flavor of caramel, she busted balls and bitches. At average eye level, 38 DDD's jauntily greeted onlookers with plentiful pahdow. And with the lethal weapon of choice engaged, nuclear holocaust grainy hip-huggers emphasized the curves of a perfect Georgia peach. Perhaps some speculated that her 18 inch waist added leverage. But when fully measured Mo was toting a 42, ass that is. Yeah, that was what made grown men cry. 

Despite the speculation that went on in the barrooms and boardrooms, Mo was blessed in all ways. When considering her occupation's vertical movements, she always considered going but not hoeing to the top. Outside and internally Mo was complete, for her brains definitely defined the curve in all this acer's classes and professional meetings.

Closing her front door, Mozeia tapped her pot of tulips to the side and glimpsed one of her spare keys. Recovering and smartly turning, Mo marched to her car. Night air complemented her Equinox like a brother to a sister. Protective and proudly prancing. Midnight blue glistened with a sparkle. Eeek, Eeek and the way was cleared. With a glance back at her peace and then at the street, maroon lights softly illuminated the back tires crunching on gravel.

"I've been looking for you," Mo heartily sang to Kirk's new remodeled groove. Streetlamps garnered her attention as she wondered. Turning the music down, she began to talk junk. "Why, in the hell won't Nia listen to me? Can't she see how that nigga is playing her? Does she know that she can do better, a whole lotta damn better? Betta yet let me ask myself, what the hell am I doing? Speeding and browbeating every would be rager to get to my girl's damn condo?" Guessing that the loosening and unfurling of her tongue caused her to hurl herself into the exit I-20 E lane, she said, "Let me calm my unhappy ass down". 

"Now look at this mothafucka," a deepened growl barreled through her mouth. "Let me merge" Pressing her foot determinedly down and cutting her eyes to the left and behind, Mo began to slice her way into the nightly mad mass exodus of ATL.

Switching to gospel when she caught sight of Nia's condo, a quick scan revealed Raheim's raggedly ass berry barely there painted Rodeo. Jumping out of the truck with hardly any effort, Mo put one Mary Jane in front of the other. Silently chanting to herself, "This little light of mine," she knocked on the front door. Looking around she noticed that the grass wasn't cut, and the doorbell was stuck. "Damn, little fucka broke my nail."

"Well lookie here. Ms. Siddity Mo has come to play with us." Raheim inched his eyes over the raven smooth edges of Mo's heavily oil sheened hair clasped by a light blue wraparound. Her face was molded by a sweetened tongue for her caramel was concealing high cheek bones that merged into squinty eyes and finally the scent was caught up in a narrow nose and smothered by fleshy lips. Those lips were the kind that needed no endorsement or enhancement but simply put spoke for themselves. "Look at the ass on that mothafucka. She needs to let me hit it. Got her ass up on her back, bossy bitch," Raheim thought to himself.

"Mmmm is that cinnamon," Mo thought. Rocking slightly back on her heels, she gazed up and up to the hostile honey highlights of his eyes. "He makes me feel like a midget. He has to be at minimum 6'6"," was added to her thoughts. Cornrows crested his head, undoubtablly done by Nia's hand made him seem to be a warrior, a gift from the ancient ones perhaps. With magnetic deeply concentrated cocoa skin, he silently berated her for her diluted roots. Slightly tipping her tongue over her bottom lip, she gazed. Shoulders guarded unpinchable pectorals and an almighty abdomen that sank into sweats. Sweat sparkling sent a salty scent into her nostrils, but Mo completed her perusal to notice that he was barefooted and a little ashy. 

"Gurl, you didn't have to rush over here, but you need to come in here for a minute," Nia's voice trailed pulling Mo forward.

"Excuse me," the tension still taught.

"Of course, come on in," but Raheim didn't move an inch and Mo had to squeeze by. 

"I know he didn't just push up on me. I can't believe the blinders Nia wears," thought Mo. Strutting her stuff proudly, Mo also couldn't believe her senses. Smoke curled and caught into the ceiling. A taped BET Uncut special was on and popping, and clothes cluttered the couches. In the kitchen, Nia was bent over the stove clacking and cutting bell peppers, onions, garlic. Collard greens, squash, and mashed potatoes commanded the top stove while cornbread and a meaty casserole baked. The aromas brought back memories of Aunt Mamie's cooking and loving times.

"Mo, come in here and let me put some meat on them bones," yelled Nia. Barely topping five feet and claiming 5'3", Nia was past chunky but her soulful mothering and never-ending chuckles endeared her to most. 

"Now, I've told you these hips have got to go. I even joined Curves. And what are you doing standing on your feet cooking a Sunday dinner on a Tuesday night after working at your shop all day? Don't front, because I know your feet are tired because you're wearing poor Tweety out," Mo complained.

"Raheim likes my cooking, and I promised him he wouldn't miss me because I've been putting more hours in at the shop."

"What? You mean to tell me he has the nerve to complain? He's the cause for your aching feet and the long hours. How long have you been supporting him? And what's this about me putting in a good word? How many times have I tried to hook him up and how many times has he blown it?"

"Why are you always putting him down? You know how he grew up. What he and all black men had and have to go through; the struggle isn't over for a long shot for them or us."

"The difference is the others are trying to overcome. He just wants to hang on your dress tail. And besides we fought to get a piece of the pie. Why can't he?"

"You know what? I ain't hearing that shit. Either help or not." After tasting the greens she added some more Tony's and stirred.

"Ok. Damn. Fine." And with those words, she slapped Nia on the rump and began the retreat. 

Behind the kitchen wall, Raheim was listening to every word and shaking his head. His body was tense with rage at the thought of Mo belittling his ass yet again. "Can't a brotha get a break? Damn, bitches be like fucking hurdles you have to soar just to clear them. Wrong move or a slipup causes your ass to be disqualified. Quietly, he went into the bedroom letting Mo exit without escort.

"He has absolutely no kind of manners. The least he could do is clean up and put some lotion on. Trifling ass," thought Mo. On the way home, she replayed his actions and her reactions.

Back at home, she kicked off her Mary Jane's and clothing, lit some aromatherapy candles and eased into a hot tub. Looking at the mirror above her bathroom sink, she wondered why she as a successful black professional had to run her own bath.

Easing beneath the sapphire covers, she lets the heavenly scent of her fabric softener infuse spring blossoms, dreams, and hope into her soul.

***~______~***

"It's Jesus in my soul. Blessing me, caressing me," a Hezekiah Walker preset blasted from her clock radio. "Please Lord, don't make me cuss in the morning," Mo groaned. "This pillow feels so cuddly, and I love this warm spot." After untangling her feet from the covers, she sat up. "My head is aching and itching at the same time," scrunching her face with a yawn she stood and walked. "Come on Ambi and make me a baby," she grabbed her complexion soap and entered the shower. Thanking God that she paid a little extra for that shower head she made her kitty purr with pleasure from the pressure. Cleansing the essentials and moisturizing the whole took less than twenty minutes. Stepping into her closet, she gazed and collected her outfit. 

Easing her legs in navy sheers, she pulled the pantyhose over her cerulean thong. Looking over shoulder, she squatted with hands on knees and did a few p-pops to loosen things up. "I still got it." She watched her ass cheeks clap together and then she practiced isolating, or moving one cheek at a time. She loved the control she had. After a few minutes, she put on her asymmetrical pleated skirt; the plaid was midnight blue crossed with perpendicular white and parallel baby blue stripes. Next, a baby blue wrapround blouse was accentuated with a short white jacket and after putting on her navy stilettos she was straight. Spritizing some oil on her palms she rubbed her fingers through her hair. Brushing her wrap out, it fell in curls just right. Locking up, she drove to work.

Pulling into Bonnie & Bev's parking deck, she checked herself in the mirror one more time. Pausing she added more lip gloss with a smack she got out. 

"Good morning, Ms. Williams. I trust you rested well?" The security guard came out of his booth to hit the elevator up icon. 

Pausing to grace Billy with a smile, she unintentionally switched her hips and entered the elevator. "Thanks."

"No problem, Ms. Williams. Anything and everything I would try to get for you." He gave her a grin and a wink and pimped back to his booth and his recurring fantasy.

She hit level four and looked at the floor its laminated brightness testified to the rigid standards of Bonnie & Bev's. Brochures offered motivational sessions and leadership courses. Everything was neat and in place.

Bing the elevator bell bonged and the doors slid open to reveal B&B's level four, the advertising department. Ceramic floors formed by black marble stretched from edge to edge. Crimson caressed the walls in swirls moody like flames swirling on deceased wood. Contrasting all, the office furniture was in snowy white, with office cubicles in the sterling silver. In frames around the room, previous slogans and famous contributors strategically places provided a sense of a rich parlor. The hustle made newcomers dizzy but there was a method to the madness. Interns raced to complete errands, and workers cramped internet surfing with their daily quota.

Strutting to one of the few enclosed offices, Mo sank into her chair after she closed the door. Becoming a junior partner was no joke and sometimes the stress caused her to either clam up or explode, so in the mornings she dedicated a few minutes of relaxation before getting tea. 

At the top of her to do list was getting Raheim a recommendation. She took his resume, typed by Nia, and start looking it over. With his few accomplishments memorized she said a quick prayer and got up.

"Hey Nancy, how are you doing?"

Nancy looked up with a smile. "I'm fine, how are you?"

"Same old, same old. But listen could you do me a favor?"

"Sure, if I can." 

"If Mr. Etinenne has any openings could you please put this one on the top of the pile?" She slid it over to Nancy. 

"I can do you one better. Mr. Etinenne doesn't have an appointment until eleven. Why don't you go on in and talk with him?" She took off her spectacles and sprayed some lens cleanser to get the dust off. With the press and curl every granny wore, she gave off an even more stately appearance. More like a spinster school teacher, who didn't quite get the hint to retire.

"Thank you so much Ms. Nancy." After giving a knock, she touched the handle and entered.

"You fat slut, you love giving head don't you?" Mr. Etinenne growled.

With a heavy moan, Cierra Winston opened her jaw to take him deeper.

"Put your paws back down on the carpet and use that tongue. Big as your ass is, I know you love sausage for breakfast." He grabbed the back of her head like it was an ass and pulled her forward. Fucking her face like it was pussy. A gushy one at that.

Tears formed. "I can't believe I'm doing this," Cierra thought and she remembered. . .

***~______~***

"Ms. Winston, could you come in here for a moment." At age 51, John Etinenne was still an impressive figure. 6'4" and weighing in at 250lbs, he brought his wife's B&B's from bankruptcy to one of the top competing firms in the country. He asked, no make that demanded that all of his employees gave beyond their best just as he had. With a few scattered grays he almost made you think of your favorite uncle. 

"What does he want now? I swear he wants everyone to kiss his hairy ass." Cierra mentally shook her head and followed him. A little uncomfortable with just the two of them in his office, she smoothed her skirt and tugged her blouse down in the back. Being a size eighteen in a world of sub-sixes made life hell for the struggling lady.

"We at Bonnie & Bev's have an image to maintain and present to the public." He turned and sat on the edge of his desk facing Cierra. He purposely let her stand. "When they think of us I want them to imagine summertime. The fun, the sun, and their favorite 'Hun'. They should desire us." He declared. He eyed her from top to bottom. "Damn, what the fuck is she eating? She is too thick, with them bow legs, big booty, and those titties. Where's the milk pail? They're bigger than my head," he thought. "Do you know why I'm saying all of this?"

She shifted her feet and replied, "No Sir."

Throwing a magazine on the floor, he commanded "Pick it up."

When she moved forward and bent at the waist, he stopped her.

"No."

She froze, bent over. She raised her head to look at his face.

With hardly a change of expression, he said "on your knees."

She bent one leg and felt her skirt getting tighter. Quivering, she stood and said "You can pick it up yourself. This is not even in my job description."

Eyes hardening, "Why did you stop? Is it perhaps that your clothes are too fucking tight for bending? Does it finally dawn on you what I was saying in the beginning? You are too damn fat. Cierra get your ass down on that carpet now! I don't care if you have pop out but DO IT!" All of this was said with a measure of calm, bordering on the insane except for the last two words.

Dejected, she bent her right leg and reached for the floor with her left hand. "Rippp" She hung her head in shame and felt the air blowing on her cheeks. 

"What is that I hear? Did we have an accident my dear?" He casually walked around to view. Her meaty backside was tense and her skirt had a tear. The slash was a good six inches.

"Look at these ham hocks!'

She began to sob into the carpet.

"Open the magazine and see your complete opposite!"

Inching a hand to the magazine, she tried to face what she dreaded. Young thin ladies and the happy men that bounded with them.

He kicked her legs apart and her booty began to spread. "How in the hell can you compare yourself to that? Grab the magazine now!" Yelling he dropped to his knees behind her.

Nervous her legs began to shake. Voice rippling with fear, "Please don't make me do this. I come to work early and always complete my assignments before schedule." Begging she started to turn her head to face him.

"Silence!" He slapped her ass making it ripple to the barely there indentation of her back. She felt her pussy clench. Seemingly feeling so empty.

"Look at all of this. Ummmm" Using both hands, he pulled her posterior to him and started to knead. Her ass puffed through his fingers like PlayDoh. Playing with it, he slapped them together and then spread them flat. Revealing her crack, he looked at her dusky hole.

Cierra moaned. Helplessly feeling the wetness gather, she arched her back to placing her butt more into his grip. "Please," she whispered aching for anything to end the misery.

Smelling her musk, he spat on her hole. "You like this don't you?" Already knowing the answer he wanted to hear her confession.

After a pause, she admitted "Yes." 

"My God. Even my titties feel full," she thought to herself. With her nipples squashed between her weight and the floor she felt the burn.

He smiled. With two fingers, he slammed into her hole.

She screamed.

Now somber, he replied "Clean my fingers."

Obediently rotating she parted her lips and sucked her juices off. Leaking juices unto the carpet, she waited on her master.

"Good bitch. Meet me here tomorrow morning. Eat nothing, I will feed you." Grabbing her hair, he made her get up. Turning her around, he bent her over and asked "You love it don't you."

Knowing he needed no answer she whimpered.

"Don't forget." He walked behind his desk.

Knowing dismissal, she grabbed the magazine and covered her rear as she exited.

***~______~***

Now in the morning wanting and wet, she bobbed her head. Loving the domination he put down, she forced his dick deeper. With her titties swinging with each cock of her neck she made love to his dick. And with every bitch, slut, and hoe thrown at her she gave more.

"Look at them udders." Mr. Etinenne filled his hands pulling her nipples down and twisting them angrily. He loved how this bitch responded. Thinking to himself, she's mine now.

With a stare of disbelief, and feeling a little moist herself, Mozeia slowly put one foot behind the other until she felt the door handle. She sprinted past Ms. Nancy rushing back to her own office.

"That damn Etinenne," Ms. Nancy giggled to herself as she put her spectacles back on.

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Let me know what you think, I'm just getting into this story. I know it's not hot as of yet. Should I continue?

Give Me My Pants Back!



This story is short, sweet, and (I hope) humorous. Don't forget to rate, comment or send me feedback. It is greatly appreciated. Enjoy. :)
~ExR



I took the last one of my bags from the living room and shoved it in the backseat of my car. It hadn't been a pretty scene at home the past few days. I decided that my boyfriend, Hadyn, and I needed a little break. Tensions were high, and I need to get away from him for a few days to chill out; then come back and mend things in a more calm state.

I was hurt and it felt like in just a matter of days our relationship of 7 years had withered away. We weren't even talking, mostly because our talks would escalate to very loud arguments.

But even though I was pissed at him, every argument we had I found myself becoming tired and soft. I didn't want to fight with him, I loved him. I knew I was going to forgive him at some point but I'd be damned to let him know that!

I went back into our flat and to the kitchen; where he was sitting at the table, sipping at a mug of hot coffee and staring blankly at the table. Detached. Or scheming. I just can't tell anymore.
"Well that's it. I'm gonna get going. See ya later." When I turned to leave, I heard Hadyn get up and walk to the door behind me.

As I walked out the door, I just had to turn around and get one last look at him, to last me the few days of separation. What can I say? After 7 long years, I'm still weary of being away from him.

Whilst giving him the once over, I couldn't help but to notice he was wearing a pair of my jeans. They were my good, slim-fitting club jeans. Acid-wash, rips and all. I smirked and told him, "Those are my pants."

He smiled back, "I know. I think I'll take them off your hands."

What the fuck? "Uh, no. I'd like my pants back, Hadyn."

"Relax Quinn, I'll give them back; just answer me one thing?"

I sighed and rolled my eyes more dramatically than needed. "What?"

"Do I look good in them?" He spun around, wiggling his butt then faced me again.

He had to be kidding me! Of course he looked great in them! "What the hell, Hadyn. Cut the shit! Give me my pants back!"

Hadyn shook his head. "Answer the question and you'll get them back."

"Fine!" I rubbed the bridge of my nose between my eyes. "You look great in them; okay?"

He smiled at me again. Ugh. He could've bent me over and had his way with me at that point. "One more question?"

"Oh for fuck's sake!"

I don't know how he took that as a yes but he proceeded with his question. "What about them on me do you like?"

Oh just shoot me now, I thought. In that moment, I was thinking if those jeans were really worth the little dignity I had left. I was willing to gamble it for this man. This horrible man that I still love and care for.

I looked him over for specific details for my answer. He even spun around again for me to see his perfect ass, clad in my favorite jeans. I was mentally screaming at my cock to control itself.
If I was being completely honest with myself: I liked everything about those jeans on him.

"I'm waiting." He taunted as he stuffed his hands in the pockets.

"Everything." I mumbled inaudibly.

"What? Couldn't catch that."

"Everything." I said louder, sighing.

He stood with a smile on his face and stepped out of the doorway and outside, closer to me. His tall slim figure, much like my own, didn't tower over me but he did have a few inches on me.

Hadyn wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed my lips before I noticed he'd gotten even closer.

Before my brain kicked in to ruin the fun, I kissed back. Lord, I love his sweet full lips. They dance with mine so perfectly. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer into me. I couldn't have enough of him.

He pulled me into the house and shut the door. Weaving my hands in his soft brown hair, I rubbed his scalp, the way I knew he liked it. But then my brain kicked in and I realized that I was doing a no-no. I remembered the reason why I was leaving outside in the first place: I saw him doing this to to some kid the other night. Hadyn and I are the same age, 27, but that kid had to be barely 18.

I pushed him away and glared at him. He seemed to know exactly what I was thinking. "Babe, I was drunk and he reminded me of you when we were younger. Quinn, I love you. He meant nothing to me. just a mindless make out. I didn't mean to hurt you." He explained.

He looked very sincere while saying it. He only looked like that when he was dead serious. I should've at least expected him to slip up once or twice. He was a huge flirt, an even bigger one when he was drunk.

I found myself forgiving him, quicker than I wanted or expected. He'd been an asshole lately, so that's why I haven't been dealing with him well recently. "Quinn, I'm sorry. Please baby, I don't wanna fight." He stepped into my personal space again and hugged me tightly.

I hugged back then he kissed my neck. I groaned and he took me by the hand and led me to the room. My brain finally just shut off to let my heart to do whatever it pleased.

Hadyn closed the bedroom door once we were both inside. I leaned up against the wall, waiting for him to do his worst. Surely enough, he ground me into the wall with his whole body while moaning, and breathing deeply.

It only made me moan loud and make my stupid cock lose control. I ground myself against him, to let him know that I wanted his worst.

He pressed me into the wall again and let his hands snake underneath my shirt to caress my abdomen. Oh yes, I was going to get exactly what I challenged him for.

I took off my shirt and he bent down to lick all over my stomach then up to my nipples, and bit them each hard. Not too hard but just enough to make me more desperate for him than I already was.

He pulled down my pants after skillfully undoing the button and zipper with one hand. I was preoccupying his other hand by sucking on a few of its fingers. Hadyn shucked me of my dampened boxer briefs and sucked on my weeping dick for a good few minutes. His goal wasn't for me to cum, but to get me hot and begging for him.(And I wasn't far from it) I knew his tricks.

He licked me like a horned up cat. Sucked me like a timid school girl with a clever tongue. And his sloppy open mouth kisses went all over my aching penis sending unimaginable sensations through my body, and especially to my balls. He kept me on the brink of insanity. I was completely dizzy with lust; calling out his name like a broken record.

He enfolded me in his arms and lifted me over to the bed, where he laid me and kissed my lips. His were heated with passion.

He stripped and wasted no time retrieving lube and opening up my compliant hole. He shoved himself in after a kiss and fucked me while our eyes locked into a lustful gaze.

One of his hands was pumping my rigid member in rhythm to his thrusts. The other rested on the side of my face, giving me a warm sense of security. God, I love him.

He was close. I was close. We were on the edge, hanging on by a frail piece of thread connecting us to our orgasms. And I needed to cum.

Then he had the nerve to stop stroking me and slow down his thrusts. "May I keep the pants?" After he asked he jabbed into me once, deep and hard, to make sure I was paying attention. Damn him...

"Yesss." I moaned.

Hadyn went back to our original pace and stroking my cock. He leaned into my ear and sucked on the lobe, flicking it with his tongue from time to time. He was a little devil, but by then I didn't give a fuck. I was cumming. I tipped over the edge and in the apex of my pleasure he felt the need to query: "May I keep you?"

"YES! Oh oh oh yes! Mmm fuck yes." I screamed.

I heard him grunt and groan while shooting his load into me. Hadyn slumped against my chest, panting and groaning in the afterglow along with me.

Ah, manipulated once again. And I didn't even manage to get my pants back.
~Sigh~



Give Me One Night



Pulling to a stop on a tree-lined street in front of a conservative house, I could have been in the heart of Anytown , USA. When the dominant female voice of my trusty GPS announced, "You have reached your destination," a tactile sense of realism swept through me. This was no dream. The sun-baked leaves falling steadily on my Accord were all too real. Shutting down the engine, I glanced into my rearview mirror for yet another dose of reality–yep, it was me. Those blue eyes that have served me so admirably throughout the years; they never lied. The same baby blues that have treated me to sights of wonder and plunder, starry-eyed innocence and sordid sinful pleasures, comedies and tragedies too numerous to recall. I hardly needed my reading glasses to make out twin pockets of tiny crows feet at the corners–nature's retribution.

The only saving grace was my eye lids. Once closed, my mind's eye instantly catapulted me back to the impending vision of why I was here in the first place. Digital dots on a CRT arranged just so, had played on my emotions for months and set my ageless libido on fire. Laying my head back against the headrest, I literally bathed in more of that sensual vision. Weathered hands and fingers slid from my neck across the deep red silky expanse of my upper chest. Ten years seem to evaporate. Peaking from under one eye lid, I heaved a sigh at my still deserted surroundings. Like my hands were on autopilot, they slid further down my silk blouse to caress my greatest assets. Tightly bound within the confines of a lacy black pushup; still big, round, and begging for attention, my faithful melons responded with a few slinky bounces. Another 10 years disappeared, as I undid two top buttons from the balcony. Gingerly I fingered my way inside to tweak my nipples. "One must make a good first impression," I determined.

Now to shave off say another five years, I thought. Kicking off my driving flats, I pried on a pair of shiny black patent leather pumps. Convincing myself out of 20 years was one thing, another five years might be a real reach. I reconsidered. Slowly tugging on my black thigh-high hose from the ankles, I smoothed the excess up over my knees. Glancing once again at the deserted street, I hiked up my too-tight black skirt. Simply stated, there's no mind-altering drug strong enough to deal with these damn expanding thighs. Oh well, at least I didn't have to fret over having a b-donk-a-donk butt–still nice and round (perhaps more emphatically round, but reliably functional for normal and extracurricular activities). 

Once I unlocked each garter strap, and then reattached them to the adjusted hose, I was nearly out of breath. Thankfully, my intermittent pussy pampering over the final 200 miles (just to keep my fantasies flowing), hadn't taken a huge toll on my matching French-cut satin panties. But maybe a little shot of Ralph wouldn't hurt. Uncapping my handy travel-sized atomizer of Ralph Lauren's Romance, I spritzed a burst between my bare thighs. Spraying an equal mist down my cleavage, I recapped the bottle and reapplied some lipstick. "Okay Girl, you gonna do this thing or not?" That was my final chance to scrap the whole pretentious idea. Taking a long breath, I must have exhaled for a good two minutes.

Suddenly my feet took charge, followed closely by my hand on the door handle. My mind in the same instant turned on me playing devil's advocate. "You should have at least called them first. Most respectable people hate surprises, especially of this variety." A gust of autumn wind greeted me as I opened the car door. Reaching behind the front seat I whipped my dark leather jacket from its hanger. "Don't be a complete and utter fool, these people don't know you from Adam; moreover they most likely don't WANT to know you!" Adjusting to an extra four inches of height; I pulled the jacket on, shoved the keys in my pocket, and took my first steps down the walk leading to their house. "Well at least you left your purse in the car for a quick getaway. Now, what to say? Think of a lie... you're an Avon lady... Fuller Brush person... encyclopedia salesman? I know, tell them your car stalled, that's the ticket!"

Reaching the front door, I did one final shakedown (thank God). Checking my blouse collar, I realized I hadn't buttoned back up. Doing so, I took one last nervous breath of confidence and rang the bell. The following two minutes seemed like hours. I reached to re-ring, when the door swung open. A tall bald man dressed in sweats gave me the once over.

"Hi... I'm... I mean, my CAR is..." my heart sank, as I gestured toward the Accord.

Turning back to meet his eyes my knees nearly buckled.

"Your car; is there trouble with your car?" He asked, but his broad endearing smile stole my complete attention.

"My car, no there's nothing wrong... I mean it's parked okay, isn't it?" Now I was terminally lost in his warm smile.

"Yes, you've parked it very nicely young lady. I might even go as far as saying you did a splendid job of parking your car. Now, what can I do ya for?"

Returning his gracious smile with one of my own, I heard a female voice from inside.

"Can you get that Hon, I'm on the phone?"

"GOT IT!" He returned.

"Who is it?" The voice rang out.

"DON'T KNOW... YET," he barked back, letting his eyes bounce up and down me. "Who should I say..." he started when I interrupted.

"Are you Bill?" I asked, nervously tugging on the hem of my jacket. 

He nodded, "And you must be..."

"I'm Barb," I shyly replied, not knowing what to expect.

I could see immediately from his clueless expression, I wasn't registering.

"Who did you say?" Sharon yelled again.

"Says her name is BARB; do we know any Barbs?" He yelled. "Though it seems like we should," he flirted, then fixed his gaze on my feet. "Love your shoes; very sexy."

"Thank you kind sir, but I was hoping for a little more than that," I winked and shrugged my jacket off my shoulders and down to my elbows. Bringing my elbows together to accentuate my tits, I tried to strike a more recognizable pose.

"Ya know, there IS something familiar about you," his eyes rose from my expanded chest to refocus on mine.

"How about I strip out of this skirt, get down on all fours and let you fuck me up the ass, while I suck on Sharon's clit? Would THAT help to jog your memory, hmm?" I declared, shaking my jugs for greater impact.

"Oh my GOD! Holy SHIT! It CAN'T be YOU!" Bill's eye lit up like Christmas, just as Sharon showed up in the hallway, wireless phone in hand.

"No, the only Barb I can even think of..." She came to a screeching halt.

Leaving me frozen in the threshold, Bill rushed to his wife like he'd just discovered the secret to global warming. "Baby, you're gonna shit your pants! Do you have any idea who this is, do you?

"Well, judging from your antics, I think I can approximate a good guess," she answered, bypassing her excited hubby to greet me. "I... I'll have to call you back; something has come up," she numbly spoke, before chucking the phone into a nearby recliner. "There's only one Barb that could get such a response from Mr. Composure. Hi Barb, I'm Sharon," she welcomed me with a smile.

"Surprise! Bet I'm the very last person you expected to ever show up on your doorstep?" I laughed and stepped inside. Once she closed the door, I extended my hand. Casting my hand aside, she favored me with a full neck-to-neck embrace.

"Surprise is probably the understatement of the year! I can't believe you're HERE!" Our hands dropped to lock at the elbows, as she backed away. In my high heels I was the same height as tall, 5'8" Sharon in her stocking feet.

"I can hardly believe it either. Actually, I chickened out twice; thinking... well, not knowing what to think."

"Don't be silly, Barb. You're our sparkling girl!" She exclaimed, cupping my face in her hands.

I blushed, until she forced my eyes up to hers. "I don't really sparkle, I'm afraid..." She surprised me with a full mouth-to-mouth kiss. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, before her mouth slid to the side of my face to whisper in my ear. "I need to ask a serious question," she whispered, as I felt her own sizable rack pressing against me. I smiled over at Bill across the room and nodded. "Do you find either of us even remotely attractive?"

"Geez Sharon, I've only just met you guys in person, that is. I like what I've seen so far, how's that?" I answered and gave her shoulders a friendly squeeze. Keeping her arms at my waist, she leaned back again to stare me down.

"Okay then... God, I can't believe I'm doing this... is he still watching us?" Her brown eyes shot to the ceiling, before settling again on my puzzled baby blues. "Of course, he is, the old horn dog," she remarked, before tentatively running her fingers through my ash blonde locks.

"Yep, but I think he's getting antsy," I replied and leaned to one side to shoot Bill another questioning smile. "He's prolly wonderin' what the hell we're up to..."

"Yeah well, okay; here's the deal, Barb," she began and started slowly taking off my jacket. "I want you and I to make out."

"Like right here?"

"Yes, and right NOW!" The grey-haired woman demanded and yanked the jacket off my wrists.

"Is that REALLY what you want, hmm?" I winked, as I undid my long sleeved cuffs.

She started at the top button on my blouse and leaned in to kiss my neck. "YES DAMN IT! And I want you to do me hard; just like you do those bitches in your fucking stories," she insisted in my ear, while she pulled my blouse off.

I hadn't been inside their house for maybe ten minutes and Sharon already had me stripped to the waist, while her doting husband watched in total awe –God, I was hot! My melons, nearly bursting from the pushup bra, jutted out at full attention. Peppering my upper chest with tiny kisses, she slowly pulled down each bra strap. Gravity did its thing and produced a slight, yet noticeable sag, as my boobs billowed on the verge of release.

Ceasing her seduction for a second, she opted to attack my skirt. I had other ideas. "Here now Darlin', I can handle that... later," I said, removing her hand from my zipper. "You're getting me way too hot; way too fast." Holding her arms to her side, I leaned in to ruffle her ear-length hair, before stealing a kiss. "I love how you touch me, but you've got to give ME some playtime too," I pouted. It was my turn to cup her face with both hands. Turning her face, I brought my painted lips to hers. Feeling her lips tighten against mine, I let my tongue glide ever so slowly between them. 

She balked, "I – I don't," she stammered. 

"I know, Baby. It's kinda like stepping off the edge of a diving board the first time, isn't it?" Closing her eyes, she nodded. "Afraid of getting a little wet, are we?" I mused, as I opened her dark vest.

"I guess so," she finally cracked a smile at my double meaning. I threw the vest on the floor. We locked eyes again.

"Well, you prolly couldn't have picked a better diving buddy to get wet with," I offered and snuck another kiss from her smiling lips.

"You say 'probably' funny," her smile continued, even when I reached for the catch on her slacks.

"You mean 'prolly'? Yeah, I'm trying to keep things light..." another kiss. "Trying to relax you into another kiss." I admitted, pulling her stretchy dark top up a few inches. "You should really check out your hubby. I think he's major league hot to fuck us both," I said, when she surprised me again with an open-mouthed kiss. 

"Umm, now that was nice! How about we show that horny hubby of yours some more skin?" I suggested and raised her top up over her head. Pulling her arms free from the top, I was greeted with the incredible sight of two, large, pendulous boobs. "Ooh, Darlin' ain't we gonna have fun! Look at YOU!"

Obviously embarrassed at showing herself to another woman, Sharon turned beet red and used her arms to cover up. Taking hold of her wrists, I pulled her arms down. She straightened up and half-smiled, "I guess neither of us is 25 anymore."

"Ya know, if we're gonna stand here discussing age, we'll never get anywhere. Why don't you slip out of those and lie down on the couch, Baby," I more-or-less demanded, while I turned to unzip my short skirt. Glancing behind me, I shot Bill a smoldering stare, as I slowly wiggled my ass to lower the skirt. 

Both of my new mature fuck-buddies were glued to the show. Dropping her slacks and slipping out of her socks, Sharon backed up to the couch. When she cautiously sat and reclined, I strutted toward her in my high heels, hose, garters, and black panties. "That's it Baby; and the rest..." I said, and began peeling down my damp panties.

A glare from their front window blinded me for a second. "Bill, do you think you can stop tugging on your cock long enough to pull those drapes, huh?" I said in a monotone voice, while my eyes locked onto Sharon's. Snap-kicking my panties in his direction, I was able to break his trance. Walking behind me to attend to the drapes, he let his hand softly caress my bare ass. With all my attention focused on his wife, I hadn't noticed Bill had completely stripped out of his sweats. 

"Incredible!" Was his one word appraisal, as I felt his third finger slip into my crack.

"The drapes, Bill," I reminded him, as my hand accidentally brushed against his short, thick hardon.

Reaching behind, I dislodged his probing finger. "Yes, Ma'am, as you command," he countered and laid a tiny kiss on my bare shoulder.

"Gosh Sharon, you certainly have that one well-trained. Is he always that attentive?" I smiled down at her. Ignoring my query, Sharon had kicked into early stages of arousal. Spreading her legs, she raised her knee and briskly applied her hand to her finely trimmed mound. Watching her openly masturbate, I wondered for a split second if the sight of Bill's slight seduction had turned her on. The drapes closed, but still afforded plenty of natural sunlight; just enough to give her pale skin a diffused glow.

"Ooh Baby, that's SO sexy!" I said, letting my hand fall to favor my sparse, fair-colored bush. Spreading her thighs wider, she proudly separated and exposed her tender lips to me. Reaching down with my other hand, I mimicked her. Both of us were soon in the throes of self-pleasure, when I suddenly felt Bill's warm nakedness from behind.

"If you only knew how many times I've dreamed of having you two... like this, umm," he whispered, as his large hands eagerly raced up and down my arms and shoulders.

Holding my blurred gaze on his wife, I was taken at observing her reaction to the two of us. When I felt Bill's tongue penetrate my ear, while his surprisingly nimble fingers unhooked my bra, Sharon hiked her pelvis to the max. Sensing the freedom from my too tight bra, my chest and lungs expanded for a full oxygen intake. The sight of my large, round double-d's served to switch Bill into second gear. Applying a half-choke hold on my neck, he swiveled me around to kiss me.

One final glimpse of Sharon's fingers flying in and out of her well-lubed pussy set me on fire for her husband's thick tongue. A chorus of moans added to the intoxicating aroma of female sex hanging in the air. Standing toe to toe with tall Bill, I reluctantly stopped pleasuring myself to get a firm grip on his manhood. The sense of suddenly feeling another woman grasping his cock set him back. His long liquid tongue froze in my mouth, as did the rest of his rigid body.

Okay Mister, it's put up or shut up time; try this guilt-killer action on for size. Clamping my lips tightly around his tongue, I sucked like crazy. At the same time, I applied an equally tight hand grip around the base of his hardon; while tugging hard on the length of it with my other hand. A few seconds, and an open mouthed "AH!" later, I knew I had snuffed out that little voice of reason and fidelity riding ever so precariously on his shoulder. His hungry hands swiftly swarmed over my entire torso. I tore away from his kiss and leaned back to watch him feast on my tits. Yanking harder and faster on his ready cock, I felt the first tell-tale sign of lubrication oozing from its large head. My first urge was to fall to my knees and devour him, and give Sharon a real show. I even positioned myself to do just that. Sliding about half-way down his torso I stopped momentarily to spy his wife. Sharon's pelvis had dropped to the couch. She was no longer engaged pleasuring her saturated pussy, and her tense body language said it all. I recalled what it felt like, years ago, watching my husband being serviced by another woman for the first time. To say I had mixed feelings back then would be an understatement. Of course Bill had no comprehension of why I stopped sliding and released my hold. By now he was lightly pushing my head toward his intended target.

"Man-O-Man; you guys are really something else! I don't remember being this turned on; and this fast for a LONG time... WHEW!" I claimed, regaining my composure. Staring down at Sharon I spied a semi-smile and perhaps a sigh of relief.

"I, I mean WE, could fuck you right now!" Bill stated, grabbing a sizeable chunk of my ass.

"No Bill, I think you meant YOU, Silly." I countered and stepped away from him and closer to the couch. "Horny fucker, ain't he?" I quipped, leaning down to touch Sharon's knee.

"I'm afraid he's not the only one," Sharon said, taking my hand from her knee and sliding it down her inner thigh. Stopping just short of her bush, I left my hand in place while her fingers spread her tender lips again.

"Well now, aren't you the tease," I winked and teetered on my tall heels. Feeling her husband's hands on my broad hips, I stood up and turned to clue him in. "Listen Mister Marathon Man, although it would be deliciously naughty to have your hot cum in me, I think it's more important that Sharon and I get to know each other better; don't you agree?" I whispered and further advised him to take a chair and just enjoy himself. He nodded sheepishly, tucked his tail, and retreated to a chair across from the couch.

Turning my attention back to the couch, Sharon and I shared a smile before I went to my knees on the floor. "Hmm now, we were discussing teasing, right?" I said wistfully, as I leaned over her bare legs to rest my hands on her hips.

With my jugs precariously hanging ever-so-close to her pussy, she maneuvered her pelvis within inches of my globes. "You ARE good! I have no idea what you said to him, but..." she began. I interrupted by taking hold of one of my boobs and forced my hard nipple against her slit.

"Baby you have NO IDEA how good," I said, staring her down. Spreading her pussy wide, I ran my jug hard up and down her super-wet slit; paying special attention to her clit. Craning her head forward for a better perspective of my handy work, her mouth opened.

"OH MY GOD! I never expected that to feel SO good!" She said, as I switched boobs. With both of my nipples coated with her juice, I hoisted each up to my mouth for a sweet taste test.

"SHIT; that is SO FUCKING HOT, Barb!" Yelled Bill, busily jacking himself.

"Mmm yum, I just knew you would taste so good," I oozed, holding my boob high for a few lingering licks.

Sharon was heavily breathing, while her husband urged me, in no uncertain terms, to "Eat her out!"

"Did you hear something?" Directing the question to Sharon, I pretended being deaf to Bill's direction. Raising her eyebrows, she gave me the cutest sisterly shrug. I leaned over again, entwined her fingers in mine and lavishly licked and sucked each finger. Once dry, I slowly laid each of her hands to her sides. Shooting her another quick wink and a smile, I lowered my tongue to her mound. Spreading her lower lips with my red-nailed fingers, I immediately went to work lapping up a wealth of her external juices. Only occasionally I let my tongue lightly tickle her clit. Hearing her moan, I felt her hand on my head, and I stopped.




Give Me One Night



Raising my head, I locked on to her expression. It was one of total anticipation coupled with a degree of guilt. Was this all there was? Had she done something wrong? With my painted lips glistening with her arousal, I silently slid my forefinger between them. Bringing my finger to her face, I held it next to her lips. A smile took shape, as I penetrated her mouth with my finger. Watching her lick and suck my finger over and over, I felt my own juices flowing. Sliding myself up over her torso, I stretched my arms to hover over her face to face. With my mouth still generously filled with the taste of her, I silently stared into her brown eyes.

Sharon's chest heaved in virginal anticipation. When I arched my back and lowered my hanging jugs to hers, her hands finally slid up the sides of my melons to my upper back. Feeling her touch on me, my head flew back in a moan. Edging my hose-covered knee between her thighs, I immediately shoved it tightly into her hot crotch. Answering with a deep moan, she spread her legs wide and pulled me into close. I tossed my head and hair to one side, as she led me into a face-to-face embrace. With our lips mere centimeters from each others, I felt my tits billow out to smash tightly against hers. Shifting my weight to one outstretched arm, I used my free hand to once again open her lips. Keeping her mouth open slightly, I lowered my lips to hers. 

By now I had built up enough saliva to mix with her fluids to release a healthy load into her mouth. This sordid lesbian move caught her totally by surprise. At first she tried to shake her head away, until I forced my knee harder against her mound. As anticipated, she opened her mouth fully; that's when I stabbed my entire coated tongue deep in her mouth. Sharon's hand flew to the side of my face, as a plea to calm me down with soothing caresses. That's when I heard the familiar sound of flesh slapping flesh coming from the other side of our heads. Bill had seen enough to make him rescind my initial order, and apparently he had seen enough porn to assume now was the opportune time to interject his cock. Of course, in this particular instance, he couldn't have been more mistaken.

Feeling his hand trying to turn my head, I brushed it away and immediately went back to treating his wife to my tongue. Sharon was showing signs of resignation; even taking some pleasure in my rough approach. On the other side of the couch, Bill was frantic. Giving up the fight for a communal BJ, he started to attack my exposed and elevated ass from behind. By the time his long, powerful leg stretched to rest his foot between the couch cushions, Sharon was entirely engrossed in Introduction to Lesbianism 101. With my face and hair blocking her husband's rear attack, she was solely focused on echoing my every move. I must admit, at that moment, my teacher-like pride wasn't the only thing getting the better of me. Orally at least, she was pushing all the right buttons. I couldn't get enough of that teasing tongue of hers!

Soon she elevated her lower half to hump my thigh. I was so eager to comply, I only casually noticed her husband spreading my legs from behind. Finally sucking in her darting tongue, she thrust her cunt hard against my thigh. Setting her nails deep into my shoulder, her entire body went rigid. Watching her eyes burst open, along with her mouth, I stopped sucking. "Yeah Darlin', that's it! Come for me, Baby!" I urged.

"OH SHIT... FUCK! I can't ... be doing this!" She returned, having herself a full-blown orgasm.

Holding my leg tight against her, fully committed to riding it out, Bill saw his chance and took it. Suddenly I felt my well-lubed pussy give way to his thick cock. Talk about instant predicaments. I dare not move my leg and ruin her first sapphic climax. At the same time, that stiff, super-thick cock expanding my vaginal wall felt incredible. 

Thankfully, Sharon made the first move. Like an electric shock had just hit her, she dislodged her fingers from my shoulder and took my face in both hands. Her eyes bore into mine as she shook my head. "You've got to take me, NOW! Make me come, you bitch!" She yelled then suddenly kissed me sloppily. "I didn't mean that, Barb. Oh, GOD, just make me COME!" She begged.

"Yeah Barb, fuck her... go ON!" Bill prompted, as he pumped his cock in and out of my well-stretched pussy. Besides reaching back to spread my ass cheek for him, I ignored his command.

"You're doing fine, Baby; just use me. Yeah Baby... just let go; come for me–YEAH!" I pushed hard against her twat, while lavishing her mouth with saliva-rich kisses. Easing my free hand down my thigh, I turned it quickly to thrust three fingers just inside her slick vagina. She nearly came unglued, as she fucked my fingers and palm. With my thigh now free to move around, I adjusted my rear to add more pressure to Bill's throbbing cock. Sharon grabbed my wrist. Twisting my forearm back and forth, I wedged a fourth finger into her sodden hole. Feeling her husband's expanding rod about to explode, I raised my chest slightly and lunged forward. Out plopped his cock, spewing fresh hot cum all over my ass. 

Sharon was on fire. Roughly sucking on both of my melons, she stopped occasionally to ride wave after wave of her orgasm. Amid all the grunts and groans, I gave my ass a little wiggle. Bill must have taken that as an invitation, and painted my crack with his spent juices. When he greased the rim of my asshole with his cum, I strongly considered what sort of recuperative powers he might possess. Many younger lovers wouldn't give a second thought about ass-fucking me so soon; but was this older guy up to the task? Leaving that perverted thought simmering on the back burner (so to speak), I had to rededicate myself to Sharon.

Her slowly rotating pelvis and frequent tremors told me she might be taking a breather, however she could be simply catching her second wind. I decided to trust my intuition and push the envelope. Twisting my hand further inside her snatch gave her a genuine thrill, so I took the liberty of forcing my thumb inside as well. Her initial wide-eyed, open-mouthed expression of lust at feeling my entire fist was all the incentive I needed to continue. When she took hold of both legs behind the knees to spread herself wide, I cork-screwed my fist deeper inside. Shaking her head wildly from side to side, she begged for me to fuck her over and over again. I complied, penetrating her pussy up to my forearm. 

Giving up on my ass, Bill was engrossed in watching me take his wife. There would be no stopping him from joining in now. Quick as a wink, he was at the end of the couch trying his damndest to get Sharon to suck his reemerging hardon. With her eyes shut tight, her open mouth made an easy target. She was on autopilot, and unconsciously took his 6 inch plus, thick pipe in her mouth. When she didn't appear to show what he considered adequate enthusiasm, he resorted to holding her head still to force the issue. After submitting to a few more deep thrusts her forehead crinkled into a frown. Releasing a hand from her leg, she reached up and yanked his dripping dick from her mouth.

"You bastard, Bill! You've already fucked her, haven't you? Shit, I can taste her on your fucking cock, you ASSHOLE!" She blew up. "Would you please?" She looked just as mean at me. I immediately withdrew my embedded hand.

Her husband instantly apologized, citing cheap excuses about my sexy this and that, as she gathered her discarded clothes. By the time she made it to their bedroom door, she had disintegrated to the point of tears. The door slammed, leaving Bill and I staring at each other like a pair of question marks.

"Listen Bill, no matter what you may perceive from all those porn sites, it's been my experience in situations like these, you need to get your wife's permission. I understand completely why she feels so betrayed," I added, putting my bra back on.

Climbing back into his sweats, I could see by his dejection, the concept made sense. Squeezing back into my skirt, I zipped up and reached for my blouse. With the heat of Sharon's blow up still thick in the air, I figured my best bet was a quick exit.

"Bill, I really don't want to get into it now. She's LEAVING?" I overheard from the main hallway, as I buttoned my cuffs.

"She would like to see you, if you don't mind," Bill relayed Sharon's message to me, still hanging his head.

I nodded, smiled, but continued fixing my front buttons, as Bill directed me to their bedroom door. Once inside, Sharon, dressed in a simple bathrobe, closed in on me immediately. Pushing me up against an adjoining wall, she stopped my hands from trying to secure my opened blouse. "Barb, you simply CAN'T go yet! There's too much I want to... I mean, I hope you know I'm not pissed at you. Hell, I'm not even mad at Bill – not really. Geez, just look at you; I mean... who wouldn't want to fuck you?" She said, undoing my blouse and sliding it down my shoulders to the wrists.

Stepping back briefly to qualify her appraisal, she went to work. Yanking down my bra straps, she roughly did the same to my strained double-d cups. Grabbing hold of both of my jugs, she leaned down to suddenly devour each one. Throwing my head back against the wall, I held her head, while she attacked my melons with the same degree of hunger as any man had ever favored me. I was instantly on fire again.

"Maybe this whole girl-on-girl thing... well maybe it's just too soon?" I suggested facetiously. My hands slid from her head to undo her robe. Edging the fluffy fabric from her shoulders, she straightened up and let it cascade down her curvy frame. Breathlessly, she gave me a doe-eyed look and took my hand. Leading me to their queen-sized bed, she seductively laid her naked body before me. Scooting back to the middle of the bed, she held my focus, while she fondled her huge boobs.

"You know, I've never wanted anyone to fuck me but Bill... until now. Does that answer your question?" She said softly, while she spread her legs. Undoing the buttons from my wrist, I easily sensed she would not be denied. Tossing my blouse aside, I opted to leave my bra on. However, to heighten the moment, I dug inside each cup to unleash each melon. "Ooh Baby, yeah show me those big round tits," she oozed, as the tight bra's under wire served to raise and accentuate my boobs' every shake and shimmy.

Slowly approaching the bed, I heard the distinct sound of a door hinge squeaking behind me. I quickly spun around and abruptly slammed the door. Seeing there was no lock or key, I pulled a small chair up to wedge under the handle. Back to the task at hand, I knelt at the foot of the bed. Running my hands up and down Sharon's thighs, I leaned forward to lightly tease her trimmed pussy with my tongue. After a few long tantalizing licks just inside her outer lips, I replaced my tongue with two fingers. Sharon's eyes glazed over as I spoke, "Mmm Baby, you taste SO GOOD! I could eat you out all day long; would you like that, Baby?" I posed, working my fingers in and out of her soaking slit.

"G-GOD YES!" 

"If we just didn't have these distractions," I added, alluding to her husband.

"Y-yeah, I know! But GOD, I want you SO bad, right now!" She moaned.

She was so hot at that point, I could have lit a match on her curvaceous body. Massaging her clit, I went on to explain that I was only in town for the evening, and that I had arranged for a suite at The Belemere. "Give me one erotic night and I'll promise you roller coaster sex with all the trimmings. Just for one night let me be that sparkling girl for the both of you–no strings–no guilt. I guarantee this will be one sinful adventure you WON'T want to tell your grandkids!"

When I suggested we retreat to the suite for some alone time, she was enthusiastic. So as to keep Bill busy, she offered the idea of him treating us to dinner later. "Yeah, someplace nice, romantic and secluded," I winked.

"Oh, I think I know the perfect place, if you like Italian?" Sharon gleamed with delight.

"I LOVE Italian... ooh, and I have the perfect dress for the occasion!" I echoed her excitement.

Like a pair of giddy coeds, we spent the next twenty minutes rummaging through her closet for perfect outfit for her. She had some misgivings about her button down blue dress, until I mentioned my "bag-of-tricks." "Trust me girl, by the time I get done with you, you'll be a knock out!" I reassured her. We had somehow suspended our mutual lust for the moment, as we slipped into playing dress up.

"Let me throw a few things together and we can get out of here," Sharon's eyes smiled with renewed anticipation.

Stuffing my sweet parts back into my blouse and skirt, I nodded. "Oh, what do we do about Bill? I mean, should we leave him... like that?" I played the diplomat.

"Hmm, good point. You think a sloppy blowjob would cool his jets?" She suggested, tossing a pair of pumps into a travel bag.

"Yeah, that would prolly do the trick," I answered blandly, as I fixed my cuffs.

"Go ahead then; he's all yours," his wife calmly appointed. "I'll be out in a minute."

Pulling the chair away from the door, I entered the hallway. Like an ever-vigilant retriever, Bill sprang at me from behind. "Holy shit Bill; you 'bout scared the crap out of me!" I yelled. 

"So, what's the verdict?" His patience had worn to a frazzle.

Making my way back to the front room with Bill on my heels, I explained how his wife was no longer pissed. I went on to detail him on our plans for the evening. He immediately knew Biaggios was the restaurant Sharon referred to, and agreed how much fun it would be. The more I plied him with visions of escorting two bodacious babes for an intimate evening definitely put a lust-filled glow back into his eyes. Joining me on the couch, his hand went immediately to my knee.

"Looks like you girls are getting along just fine. That's great! Now, how do we keep ourselves busy until 9:00 pm?" He slyly slipped his hand under my skirt and up my thigh.

"Well, Sharon is coming with me for the afternoon; so we can get ready for our big date, don't ya know!" I smiled and scooted away from his touch.

Moving even closer to confront me, he reinserted his hand. "Wait just a minute, Barb. You mean to tell me you came all this way to tease Sharon and me and then just disappear? That hardly seems fair!" He demanded, shoving his hand quickly past my thigh-highs.

"BILL, what the hell is with you!" I exclaimed, getting to my feet. "I don't think you have ANY reason to be the least bit upset," I returned and reached for my jacket.

"Hey Barb, I'm sorry. I'm not usually such a jerk," his voice lowered. "Seeing you in person like this... man, but you make a guy hungry!" He offered his version of an apology.

Pulling my jacket on, I turned back to settle on those puppy dog eyes. "Jesus Christ Bill, you ARE a case!" I was buckling. "Sharon said once you heard our plans for this afternoon, we'd have to throw you a bone, so to speak," I added.

"She did? Guess she knows me pretty well. So?" His eyebrows hiked.

"Well okay you old horn dog; but I don't want to hear any further bitching," I threatened.

When he crossed his heart and flashed the three-fingered Boy Scout salute, I dropped to my knees at his feet. Yanking down his gray sweats, I immediately took hold of his half-hard cock. Staring straight up his tall frame, I shot his eyes a token smile. Jacking his thick man- muscle back to life, I spit-shined the growing length of it. "Oh yeah Baby, make it hard, YEAH! I want to fuck every inch of that sweet mouth of yours so bad!" He pleaded, as I added a few moans to my handiwork.

Wrapping and smoothing my other hand up and around his athletic thigh, I had his thick meat ready for tasting. Feeling his hands lightly forming around my skull, I opened up and forced the thick head of his 6-incher in my mouth. For an average length cock, it was about as thick as any I've ever had the occasion to devour. I was nearing full-consumption when Sharon reappeared, travel bag in hand.

"Well, excuse me!" She announced, plopping herself down on the couch to enjoy the show. Keeping myself on task, I stepped up the pace. Generously fondling his sack, I gave up any pretense and let Bill power his saturated tool into my throat. I can only imagine what sort of expressions the couple shared, as I applied every delightful technique to sucking off her husband. Finally, amid our moans and grunts, I heard Sharon clear her throat. "You know Bill, Sweetheart, as much fun as you two are having; have you considered how much more "fun" you could have with both of us... later? I mean, you have already come at least once. Don't want to wear that thing out, ya know," his wife posed as a simple observation.

"Shit... damn it! Barb, Sharon's probably right," Bill reacted.

I knew from experience how totally ready he was to shooting a full load down my throat. We're talking a few more seconds and the seed would definitely be flyin'. With my mouth fully lathered with spit and precum, I reluctantly backed away. "Gosh Sharon, aren't you the party poop!" I turned to give her a tense, yet agreeable grin. "But hey, Momma knows best," I declared, patted her husband's impending boner, and got to my feet.

"Let's get moving before he has time to talk us both into doing him," I whispered to Sharon. Pulling her to her feet, we quickly threw on our jackets and bid brisk farewells to Hubby. We bolted out the front door like two coeds on spring break, leaving a dazzled Bill staring through the screen.

"I'll call you later Honey; once we get settled!" Sharon yelled back and giggled as we piled into my Honda. Peeling out like we just pulled off the heist of the century, we simultaneously broke into a flood of laughter.

"Was that a Thelma and Louise moment, or what?" I said.

"Oh yeah, for sure!" Sharon concurred. "Not that it wouldn't have been choice to watch him unload all over that pretty face of yours, but damn I'm SO FUCKING HOT for you...and I'm suddenly greedy!" Her chest heaved as she reached over to run her hand up my exposed leg.

Keeping my eyes locked onto traffic, I spread my legs and reached to soothe her cheek. "You're gonna think I'm weird, Share, but I just now realized something... I think I lost my panties," I stated, when I felt her hand nearing my crotch.

"You really ARE a fucking slut," she oozed in my ear. Her hand went immediately to my bush, while her tongue teased deep in my ear. Spreading my thighs to accept her probing fingers, my hands slipped slightly on the steering wheel. With her tongue dancing in and out of my inner ear, it was becoming impossible to concentrate. Whatever light-hearted humor we had shared was instantly replaced by a series of sensual reminders. It was all I could do to get us through the local traffic. Pulling into the motel parking lot, I felt such a sense of relief.

"Jesus Share, you're gonna kill us both," I claimed, finally shifting into park and undoing my safety belt. Taking both of my cheeks in her warm hands, she opened her mouth on mine. "And, we are certainly not 'doing it' here in the parking lot?" I added, pulling away from her grasp.

"Oh okay, I'll be good... for now." 

We packed up with our overnight and travel bags, and made our way to my suite on the second floor. Once inside the well-appointed suite, we dropped our luggage. Without a word or even a knowing glance, we both quickly undressed like a pair of wanton teenage lovers, and retreated to the bedroom and that wonderful king-sized bed. Suddenly, there were no distractions, no horny hubbies, no clothes; simply a pair of mature, voluptuous honeys wet and ready to realize each other's sexual fantasies.

Trying to maintain our cool as the mutual desire for hot-blooded, uncontrollable, crazy sex raced through our veins was rough. We took turns soothing each other with tender caresses as our kissing passionately grew and swelled with each breath. This was a country I am familiar with, but for Sharon it was uncharted territory. When her breathing turned shallow and rapid, her hands and fingers started to shake–all the earmarks of an anxiety attack.




Give Me One Night



"God Barb, w-what's wrong with me!" Feeling helpless, like she was at the epicenter of an earthquake.

"You're just a bit anxious, Darlin'. I can make it go away... if you trust me?" I said slowly caressing her shoulders. She nodded cautiously. I reached under the plush pillows, searching for a pair of restraints I had previously attached to the bed frame. "I call these my party cuffs; you like?" I asked rhetorically, letting her feel the soft, three-inch bands attached to a pair of lightweight chains.

"They're so soft, they can't be..."

"Yes, I'm afraid I'm not very popular with P.E.T.A... they're mink," I winked, smiled, and attached them around both of her wrists. "I don't think we'll need to do your ankles, unless you..."

"Hey listen, this is my first rodeo. I'm simply along for the ride," Sharon quipped, while she adjusted to the cuffs.

Sharing several more rodeo-related double-meanings, Sharon settled down enough for me to restart her libido. "Now, if you promise not to go into cardiac arrest, perhaps we can resume our previous discussion, hmm?" I posed, and began treating her face, lips, and neck to a series of wet kisses. 

"I liked it...in the car, when you called me Share. Is that "Cher" like "Sonny And ____", or does that mean you want to "share" me?" She asked, as I nestled my naked self between her long legs.

"Well you ARE married, so I'm sure a certain amount of sharing is implied," I answered seductively. That was the last intelligible sentence we shared for the next hour or so. 

From there on, it was all lips, tongues, tits and hips. Share's intro to Sapphic love making was seamless, as she eagerly opened up to my every suggestion. Having her arms and hands restrained added to the intensity, as we 69-ed, and she got her first taste of pussy. We shared an equal number of delicious orgasms, before taking a breather. After room service delivered a tasty lunch, I coaxed her into preparing for an entertaining evening. 

"C'mon Girl, let's see what you got in that garment bag," I ordered.

Unpacking her bag, she laid out a slinky button-down blue dress, a pair of thigh hose, panties, and black pumps. "There ya go, Babe. That's the best I can do," she said with a sigh. "You really think two old gals like us can still turn some heads?" She added with an air of misgiving. 

"Hey, two babes with big boobs and butts...what more can a guy – any guy ask for? All-righty then, I think we can just make this work for ya," I noted optimistically, before unzipping and dumping my personal bag of tricks on the bed.

Pouring from my canvas duffle bag were all sorts of sexy goodies. "Oh my Lord, just look at all that fun stuff! Barb, you are constantly amazing!" Sharon laughed, as she picked up my nearly foot long rubber buddy.

"Hey, be careful with Hank's Crank. He's a replica, prolly a collector's piece by now," I mused, and softly took it from her.

"Gosh Barb, such reverence; sucker must be priceless!"

"Hmm, guess it IS to me," I reflected, and tossed her my black, lacy bustier. "Here, try this on for size. It does some amazing things."

"This little thing will never fit ME! Are you nuts?" She said, pulling the combination corset/demi bra around her naked torso. Taking hold of the back zipper, I pulled the expandable fabric in place. Zipping it up, I swiveled her around to fix her heavy boobs in the cups. 

"Believe it or not, this is the most forgiving piece of lingerie I own. Well, whatdya think?" I asked pointing her toward the full dresser mirror. "Just imagine having that under your blue dress."

"OH MY GOD! Is that really ME?" Sharon stood proudly with both hands on her broad hips, as she viewed the rather drastic difference in her figure. "I mean, it's tight as hell, but Geez, look at my waist... and check out my boobs! I'm a friggin' French whore!" She exclaimed. "Bill is going to shit!"

"Let's hope so, and he won't be the only stiff soldier tonight. I actually think you look better in it than I do," I declared, giving her bare shoulder a kiss.

"So what ABOUT you? Let's see this special dress you're so secretive about," Share's eyes still glued to her reflected hour glass image.

Unzipping my garment bag, I quickly grabbed my dress and darted for the bathroom. I told Share I always had a flair for the dramatic when wearing my dare-to-wear gold dress. I needed to make an entrance, don't ya know – HA! 

I've had my share of sexy little black dresses throughout my lifetime, but this gold number was my most cherished; so treasured in fact, that I keep it vacuum-sealed to wear only on super special occasions. The one-piece garment is made from two distinctly different materials, neither of which I'm totally familiar with. The thin inner lining is as soft as a cotton tee-shirt next to my skin. The outer material (just as sheer) resembles a cross between spandex and silk. The secret to the material is there is some sort of support built into the bodice, so I need not wear a bra. I contend that support is the secret to the dress, because in over twenty years (two babies and countless diets) I've yet to wear a bra with it... or panties for that matter. 

Cut several inches above my knees, two thin straps criss-cross my back to do a yeoman's job of holding my 34-DD's in check. The wrinkle and static free fabric gleams like spun gold with my every movement, making it impossible for anyone to ignore. Since I usually go full commando wearing it, the feel is extremely sensual. Sliding into a pair of golden thigh-high hose and matching pair of four-inch gold pumps, I truly am the Golden Girl!

By the time I made my entrance Sharon had already squeezed into her blue dress. But what really got my attention was the platinum wig. Actually it was my Lady Godiva, waist-length wig she'd pulled from my bag of tricks. Tucking a few last strands of gray under the long, broad-curled headdress, she did a double-take at seeing me.

"Good God Almighty, Barb, LOOK AT YOU!"

"You like?" I asked, giving her a 180-degree twirl.

"What the hell is that fabric? It hugs you in all the right places – incredible!" She ogled and let her hand trace the contour of my torso. "So, what do ya think; can I cut it as a blonde?" She laughed and pursed her lips.

"Well, Marilyn is prolly doing handstands in her grave, but it's kinda growing on me," I white-lied.

"Oh I know it's silly, but I FEEL silly... and sexy. You're not pissed I hope," she pouted.

"Gosh no, Share. I say go for it. I must admit it does make you look younger," I stated and went to the mirror to hike my ash blonde tresses up to pin.

I suggested we complete our separate packages with makeup and accessories. It was during the makeup process she mentioned something about other guys. I remarked that perhaps we needed a second opinion before making our debut. She was in total agreement, until I mentioned I had used one the motel's employees that morning for my second opinion.

"You can't be serious!"

"Oh yeah, besides he's young and hung. I had Freddie come up and give me the once over, just to make sure I was ready to face you guys," I admitted, filling in my eyebrows.

"He must have liked what he saw; I mean you looked great!"

"Oh yeah, Freddie liked the way I looked, and..."

"And? And what? Barb! You didn't... didn't compensate young Freddie? Geez Barb, a perfect stranger!"

"Hey it was more like a tip. He was most appreciative, I must say," I smiled. "Besides, what's BETTER than a perfect stranger? He was PERFECT! He had the most..."

"Okay, okay, I get it already. Don't tease me!" Share said, applying her lipstick.

"I wouldn't THINK of teasing you, Share. I'll leave that up to him," I added slyly.

"Leave what?" She hadn't heard me, due to a surprising knock at the door. "That can't be my husband already. It's too early."

"You're right it IS too early for Bill; but not too early for a once-over from Freddie. I called him from the bathroom – gosh he's fast," I said. 

If Freddie was itching at the trigger this morning, he was damn near beside himself now. The slim boy in his late twenties stood in silent, wide-eyed anticipation at the sight of two tempting females.

"My God Barb, he reminds me of my son!" Sharon leaned close to whisper in my ear.

"Good, that should make it all the more fun for you," I returned, keeping my focus on silent Freddie's wandering eyes. I swear, if his mouth opened a pool of drool would soak his shoes.

Without a formal introduction, I started the ball rolling with a few well orchestrated steps and turns to emphasize the contours of my golden dress. "Well Handsome, what's the verdict; you like?" I asked, camping it up with a pair of strap flips, for good measure.

"I LIKE, I LIKE!" Freddie lit up. "Do you need to know how much?" He asked, reaching for his zipper.

"Ah, not yet Sweetheart," I grinned at his impatience. "I want ya to meet Share; isn't she scrumptious?" I took Sharon's arm to show her off.

"Hi Cher! Pleased to meet you," Freddie stood his ground, but quickly offered a short wave and a smile.

"It's S.H.A.R.E., not like 'Sonny & you know', I added for clarity.

"Sure... Share, like share and share alike. 'Sure Share'...HA, that's shounds funny!"

"Tell me he's not really that strange..." Share's eyes rolled to the side.

"Yeah, a little nerdy, but he DOES have his good points," I noted, sneaking a nibble at her ear.

Dressed to the nines in our sexy finery, with our attributes accented for total impact, we seductively shifted and swayed awaiting Freddie's appraisal. I couldn't help but notice the extra smile that lit up his face, whenever I shimmied up next to Sharon. 

"He likes it when I do this," I smiled and leaned in to kiss the back of her neck. "See, look how wide his eyes get."

"Yeah well, the hell with Freddie, you're turning me on, you she-devil!" Sharon simmered and turned to run her hand up my arm; then my neck.

Stopping her hand in mid-stride, I brought her palm to my lips. Starring into her mascara- laden eyes I let my tongue lightly tease her palm and between her fingers. My peripheral vision caught Freddie taking a few steps toward us. Like a rekindled ember our passion once again lit with each measured touch. 

I quickly swiveled her around on her heels. Edging my lips and upper body against her neck and back, I drew her hair to one side. As quickly as I had twisted her around, my tongue went immediately to her tempting ear. Like another, more accessible G-spot, she sighed deeply and swooned against me. The deeper I probed her ear, the more feeble her legs became, until I literally thought she would collapse. Like a newborn foal, her knees buckled. Ever-ready-Freddie was at once upon us; doing his best to support or otherwise usher Sharon to the carpet–which was where she was headed. With shadowed eyes closed, her expression begged for a kiss. Once again, Freddie did not falter, as he must have felt obliged to take advantage. Laying her down gently, my fingers went to work undoing her dress, while young Freddie favored her mouth with his tongue. He WAS a good kisser!

Once I easily unbuttoned and pulled Sharon's dress to her waist, I went to work on the two thin, but durable straps on my short dress. I stood up to shake free from it entirely. That's when Freddie came up for air and was treated to the sight of my all-but-naked lower torso facing him. Boldly spreading my golden-hosed legs over Sharon's head, I flashed Freddie a proud stare. Hands on my hips, I lowered my bare thighs and pussy to squat within inches of Share's face. When I reached down to unleash her jugs from the borrowed black bustier, I felt hands and fingers wrapping around my thighs.

Freddie's eyes feverously twitched from side to side, as he tore off his shirt. Scrambling to his feet, he couldn't strip out of his pants, shoes, socks, and shorts fast enough. Sharon's freshly trained tongue went to work on my pussy, as I taunted Freddie with her huge tits. Busily jacking his cock faster and faster, he paused only to straddle Sharon's torso. Now his growing erection was conveniently at a perfect sucking height. Flashing him an all-knowing smile, I eagerly let him feed it to me. With Sharon bearing down on and occasionally nibbling at my exposed clit, the sensation of Freddie's sturdy manhood took me to a mini-orgasm. 

Whether it was the luscious sight of Sharon taking lesbian liberties with my labia, or a renewed familiarity from my early morning BJ, Freddie must have felt brazen enough to deep-throat me. Either way, I spread my jaw to accept a forceful face fucking. Perched precariously on my high heels; considering the powerful dual attacks on my two available orifices, I was destined to fall. Grabbing hold of Freddie's fully realized erection, I eased away from Sharon's head to lean back for support from my extended arms.

"Come here Darlin'. I need you to fuck me!" I demanded. Taking stock of his situation, Freddie went to his knees, still straddling Sharon, and scooted forward to deliver the goods. In doing so, his well-greased cock hovered directly over Sharon's equally drenched mouth. Just for a split second I wondered about her possible reaction to entertaining a stranger's boner. I say a split second; that's how long it took before Sharon gobbled up his saturated manhood. She wasn't one bit shy about it either! Taking hold of his hearty eight incher, it was obvious to me she was used to dealing with her husband's shorter, but much thicker unit. Freddie's weapon was hardly one of the mass destruction variety, but she savored every inch of it.

"I... I'll be r-right with you Baby, okay?" Freddie eked out, as Share hard-sucked him deep down her throat.

"Hey, take your time. It's all good," I replied, easing myself comfortably into the carpet for a pleasing bird's eye view.

Sharon's program came complete with audio as well, as she turned up the volume. So much so, she began dominating the lurid scene. When she nearly flipped Freddie to the floor, I knew my aspirations were to be put on hold. Now it was her turn to show off. Standing over a shocked Freddie, she wiggled free from her dress, leaving her attired in nothing more than the bustier, a pair of black thigh-highs, satin panties, and patent leather pumps.

"GOD DAMN, but you women are HOTTT!" He emphasized. I had slithered quietly to him while Sharon shed her blue dress. Jacking and sucking his reddened cock, Sharon was quick to join in. Like a pair of dynamos we took turns devouring his throbber to the hilt. "Jesus jumping CHRIST! You two keep that up much longer and there I won't have ANYthing left to fuck with!" Sweaty Freddie declared.

"Ya know, he's prolly right," Share imitated me. 

"Wanna flip for him?" I asked. Almost instantaneously she and I threw Rock-Paper-Scissors. She won. "Take your time... but not TOO much time," I advised, then moved to his head.

Sharon climbed up and over Freddie in a heartbeat. The thin, dark-haired kid watched as Share lined her pussy over his waiting pole. Reaching behind her ample ass, she guided his cock easily into her trimmed pussy. Not to be left out, I spread my knees over his young face. Parting and lowering my liquid labia to his lips, I began riding his tongue almost as hard as Share was rodeo-riding his cock. Watching his flailing arms and hands blindly grasping for our boobs gave us both a short-lived chuckle. I finally reached out and pulled one to my chest. Sharon did the same, as we sinfully rode him on and on.

She must have had him for a good ten minutes until I made her reluctantly dismount him. Trading ends, I sensed he wouldn't last much longer before busting a vein. Red-faced and breathing like an out-of-breath Everest climber, he took hold of Share's thighs to ease her snatch into his mouth. Prompting his rigid cock into my impatient pussy, I gave up any pretense of romance, I began riding him hard. He was our designated carnival ride of the moment, and using/abusing him in such a coarse manner seemed only natural. Unfortunately for Fearless Freddie, his young, once rock-ready frame, was to burn out before his manhood.

Splayed out beneath us like a spirited marlin who had just lost an epic battle; his pelvis was the last body section left quivering involuntarily. Then his wondrous cock released one, long, healthy shot of semen to fill my liquefied canal. "OH GOD YES!" I verbally applauded the warm load coating my insides. Throwing my head back, Sharon knew I was reaping a reward only partially mine, considering her initial efforts. Besides the fact that I had accomplished three loads to her none; with one of those from her husband. She wouldn't walk away from this one empty-handed!

She nearly jumped from her perch aboard the Good Ship Freddie's mouth to position herself more favorably at my snatch. Poised as I was to suction the rest of his load, she stopped me in mid-stroke to retrieve his waning erection. "I'm not missing out on THIS one!" She announced, and took his cum-soaked dick in her mouth. I couldn't help but snicker, as the majority of his load leaked out of me to lather his balls. 

I scooted back and off his spent body, as she voraciously licked and sucked up every tepid drop of his white spunk. Still yanking, pumping, and deep-sucking his poor handle, she obsessed over him like it was her last meal. "Whoa Baby, EASYY! Leave me something... I mean JESUS CHRIST, I've got a date tonight!" Freddie pleaded. 

"Share Darlin', I think he's done Baby. Come here... give me a taste," I said, using my guiding hand to her cheek as a diversion.

"He's SO fucking yummy!" Sharon's mouth gleamed from Freddie's jism, as my other hand joined in to her face to focus on mine.

"Mmm, and it looks SO good on you. Come here," I whispered. Bringing her lips to mine, she luridly opened to share Freddie's foam.

"Man, you two kick the shit out of half of the porn on the web," young Freddie noted, as he leaned up on his elbows for a better view. 

Shifting our heads from one side to the other, our tongues shared rich streams of cum and saliva, as I replied, "Only HALF Freddie?" I teased, before turning to lick Sharon's cheek from her chin to her temple.

"Ya know, I suppose I could cancel my date. I mean if you two hotties..." he started, when Sharon broke in.

"No Baby, you should go on your date. We have an escort coming to pick us up for dinner; right Barb?" Sharon suggested. I nodded.

"That's one, lucky fucker!" Freddie remarked, as he climbed to his feet to catch his breath.

"And, he'll be here in about 30, so..." I added.

"Oh my God, you're right! Jesus, where has the time gone this afternoon?" Sharon said, checking for any blatant damage in the door mirror.

"Well, one thing's for sure. You gals are definitely hot, sexy, and ready for SOME fun tonight! I mean, if you wondered... you know... what I thought." He slipped back into his nerdy self.

Sharon and I suspended a good, long laugh, until we bid him farewell. "Dear Freddie, really IS quite the stud... I mean... don't ya think... I MEAN!" I blatantly poked fun, as I bolted the door behind him.

"Yeah, gosh I MEAN to tell ya, I mean... Jesus Christ Fred! What the fuck DO you mean anyway?" Sharon joined in my rhetorical ridicule, as we re-dressed for the evening.

Sharon decided to stick with my Lady Godiva wig and I took it for granted she was now used to the black bustier. By the time we got into revitalizing our makeup the two of us were giddy again with sorority-girl excitement. Bill was understandably fifteen minutes early. We had to give him kudos for his patience, and for not asking what (or who) we had been up to all afternoon. Sporting a dinner jacket and fine pair of slacks, he was looking especially dapper. 

He reacted coolly to our appearance, but I sensed from Sharon that seeing his wife, nearly unrecognizable in that platinum wig, must have registered favorably with him. I knew for sure my short, golden killer-gown had to have made quite an impression – it always does. I expected he was pacing himself. Taking the two of us on either arm like a natural-born high-roller, he marched us into Biaggios exactly at 9:00PM.




Give Me Some



As you sit on the futon, talking with your buddy on your mobile phone, an avant-garde jazz drummer plays quietly in the background on the stereo. 

Though you are in the conversation, your eyes are fixed on what I am doing. 

Stretching out on the multi-colored rug that adorns your living room, I am languorously doing yoga to pique your interest. 

After the warrior pose, I lie down on the mat and extend my legs up in the air; the short-shorts I am wearing allow the swell of my bottom to be exposed. 

"Gotta go, I left something in the car I need to retrieve." 

You cast the phone aside and stand in front of me, holding my legs against yours. Massaging my left foot with one hand, your other slips down along my right calf. I smile up at you as you ask, 

"What size ARE your feet?"

I laugh as you realize those may not have been the best choice of words. You try to back-peddle a bit by saying something about how I DO need a sturdy platform to support the rest of my long, beautiful body. 

You continue massaging my foot and calf, all the while staring down at me smiling your happy smile. 

"What would you like for dinner baby?" I ask with my own happy grin.

"Hmm, let's see..."

You lower my legs to the floor and hold out your hand to help me up. As I stand, you snake your arms around my waist and waste no time nibbling my exposed shoulder. 

"I think I will have you for dinner, my Darling."

I giggle as you continue to playfully chew on my savory skin; gooseflesh rising on my arms.

Innocently I ask, "What then, shall I have to feast on?" as I massage the outline of your cock through its denim covering.

The music that was previously quiet background noise is now a raucous drum staccato.

Your hands migrate underneath the elastic waistband of my shorts and grasp each of my cheeks. 

"Not wearing panties today? Naughty girl!" 

Slipping the fabric past my hips and thighs, you lower yourself down on your knees as my shorts land on the floor with a soft whoosh.

You look up at me with a beaming grin as you kiss my belly and run your tongue along my tender flesh. 

Grasping my sides, you nibble on my hip bone and then playfully lick your way down my inner thigh. You tease me as your nose tunnels its way between my thigh and the beginning of my sex. 

I run my fingers through your hair and watch as you make a picnic out of my skin. I am already wet, anticipating the meal you are about to savor. 

You kiss my mound and gently bite my naked lips as your fingers spread my hooded clit. I moan softly and entangle my fingers more tightly in your hair as you ever so delicately touch my spot with the tip of your tongue. 

As you wriggle your tongue back and forth, you press your thumb into my slippery opening. Mmm, I start to lower my hips a little; hoping to edge it further inside me. You feel me press down and immediately move your thumb away and begin to suck furiously on my clit. I lose track of what I was trying to do as your mouth absolutely devours me. 

I am growing needier by the minute. My nipples are hard and the fingers I have tightly entwined in your hair are shoving your face hard against my saturated snatch. 

You bathe my pussy with your tongue and rub your nose against my clit as you finally return your finger into my wet hole and furiously fuck me with it. 

My breathing is fast and erratic like the drumming going on in the back drop. A light sheen of sweat has broken out across my chest, belly and lower back.

I need to cum so badly. 

Your plans are much different though.

You pull away from me long enough to look up and shake your head, laughing at my urgency. 

"You are the most impatient person I know!"

"You are the biggest tease I know! Fuck me damn it! I need to cum."

With that, you guide me over to the futon and push me backwards as I plop down on the fuzzy decorative throw that covers it. 

You pull my legs forward so that my goodies are displayed before you at the edge of the cushion. 

Instead of diving right back in, you start the slow burn again. You run your fingers along my thighs and spread my legs a little further open. 

I like to watch you tantalize me. 

You methodically trace your fingers and then your mouth over my sensitive inner thighs, missing nothing. 

I realize then that I may crow at the injustice of your slow seduction, but I truly wouldn't want it any other way. The anticipation of feeling your warm, wet mouth on my pussy inferno is almost breathtaking. 

I rub an aching nipple with one hand as I reach down and stroke your face. You feel so wonderful to me.

At last, you clamp your lips back down on my clit. You reach up and take over nipple-rubbing duties as your other hand strokes my saturated opening. 

Oh yes! I am almost instantaneously ready to cum. 

A shivery quiver starts from my toes and makes its way past my knees. By the time it reaches my thighs, I am bucking my pussy hard against your face. 

In my urgency to cum, I didn't notice you had replaced your finger with your thumb inside me. 

I am teetering on the edge. My pussy is twitching with little tremor orgasms as you slide the well-lubed finger you fucked me with inside my back door. 

That's it. I only needed a tiny nudge to jump off into orgasm oblivion. Your finger in my bottom was a mighty shove. 

"Oh fuck!" 

I am almost crying with pleasure as the first thunderous spasm of my cum hits me. I buck wildly as a gush of wetness splashes your mouth and nose.  I ride you hard as I continue to twitch and convulse. 

Finally!

My satiated body comes to rest back on the futon. 

The drumming subdues as I pry my eyes open to see you quietly looking up at me; your brow furrowed. 

"What is it baby?" I say with concern.

A small smirk crosses your face as you ask, "Did you cum?"

I howl with laughter and shove you backward. You land on the multi-colored rug just as I jump on top of you.  

"Did I cum? Did I cum? Why don't you kiss me so I can taste whether I came or not?"

With that you smile and slip your hand along the base of my neck; pulling my lips down to yours. I run my tongue along your bottom lip and then dive in for a proper tongue fight. 

Eventually, I break away from you, breathless.

"In my educated opinion, Darling, the tell-tale signs of cum are difficult to distinguish. We'll just have to have another go to make sure."   



Give Me Some Sugah, Daddy



Downing the last of the green apple flavored vodka, she slammed the glass onto the side table and turned back to the boy she was straddling, quickly taking his cheeks in her hands and smashing her lips against his in a messy kiss that tasted like cheap beer and green apple. She was too drunk to care what his kisses tasted like; she just wanted to get lost in the sensation, something she loved to do whenever she possibly could. Their moans merged together and the heavy beat of the music melted into the background along with the laughter and overly loud teenagers dancing around the rest of the house. Feeling his hands fumbling clumsily at the buttons on her shirt, she grinned lasciviously and stood, wobbling a little as she fought to catch her balance before extending her hand to the nameless boy. Tugging him to his feet, she dropped his hand and hooked a finger around his belt buckle. Leading him through the writhing mass of teenage bodies, she opened one door after another until she found the spare bedroom.

Pulling him in, she kicked the door shut and locked it before sauntering across the room, hips swaying provocatively, her skirt barely long enough to cover her ass cheeks. Crawling onto the bed, she looked over her shoulder at him and turned to kneel in the center of the full sized mattress, one finger beckoning him to join her. Luckily enough he wasn't too drunk to get it up but he was inexperienced enough that he didn't last that long. When he collapsed on top of her only five minutes after the initial plunge; she scoffed and pushed him off of her.

"You were amazing." He mumbled, already succumbing to sleep with a soft snore.

"And you sucked; loser."

Stuffing the scrap of blue lace into her blazer pocket, she headed back out to the party and got one more drink before toddling off to find Ember. Leaning against the door jamb to the kitchen, she paused and pulled her thigh high school girl socks up a little higher, downed the last of her drink and pressed up against the back of the guy that her best friend was talking to.

"Hey, ho."

"Hey bitch, you ready to get outta here? The guys here blow..." She glanced at the guy who had pulled her around in between himself an Ember, a grin coming across her face as he pressed her in between her friend's thighs. "No offense, Hunkster. Unless you can't last."

"Oh, I can last, alright. Maybe I can prove it to the both of you."

Mya grinned and settled her hands to either side of Em's head on the wall cabinets, smiling up at her since the other girl was up on the counter. "What do you think, Emmy? Think he can handle us both?"

Feeling him press into the barely concealed curve of her ass, she ground against him just as Em leaned down and kissed her slowly. "Maybe, who knows? Let's go find out!"

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Mya never used to be like this. She never drank, never had sex, and was always the good girl; until her mom passed away when she was 17. After that, it all went downhill. She started drinking, which led to partying, which led to trying pot which then led to sex. Well...for her, anyways. When she drank she lost all of her inhibitions and all the lines and boundaries were blurred. She and Ember had become what we call drunk-bi; they only made out or had sex when they were completely plastered.

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"You got a car?" She turned, laying her head back against Em's chest as she rolled the width of her hips against him slowly, smirking deviously when Em began caressing her breasts through her blouse.

"Better; a truck, and plenty of blankets to put down in the back, too."

"Then what are you waitin' for, cowboy? Take us away." Exchanging places with him, she grinned when the other girl wrapped her arms and leg around him, laughing when he picked Em up and offered his hand to her. Taking it, she followed them out to his truck and climbed into the back when he opened the topper and tail gates.

"Blankets are in the toolbox."

Both she and Em set to working laying a few out along the cool plastic of the truck bed, pausing every few moments to kiss whenever they bumped into each other. Finally finished with the blankets, they watched as he closed the gates against the cold air outside before moving to where they knelt beside each other in their school uniforms. Reaching out to him, Ember claimed his whiskey tinted lips while Mya pressed her kisses and the occasional nibble against the side of his neck. Working his shirt off, they made short work of the rest of his clothes, tossing them back by the toolbox as he started undressing them at the same time. First, he'd take off Mya's top, then Em's and move onto their bras; switching it off until they were both naked except for their socks.

While Mya as blonde with handful sized breasts, wide hips and a clean shaven mound; Em was much more petite with bigger breasts and a cute little heart of dark trimmed hair on the rise of her own mound. Draping an arm around each other's waists, they admired his physique and watched as his cock twitched in clear anticipation. Looking up at him at roughly the same time, Mya grinned as she reached out to stroke his shaft, drawing him closer little by little.

"Your wish is," Mya started only for Ember to finish the sentence a second later. "Our command."

"I want to watch you two first." He caressed their cheeks lightly before turning them to face each other, slowly guiding them closer until their lips met and they began to kiss each other hungrily. Caressing their bodies, he knelt back as they moved to lie down, quickly taking up the sexiest '69 that he had ever had the pleasure of seeing in his life, so far. As they writhed and moaned against each other, he finally couldn't take it anymore and shuffled closer. Pressing the head of his shaft against Mya's bald lips, Em gasped and immediately set her attentions on his surprisingly clean shaven balls. Taking first one and then the other into her mouth, she rolled them around against the pierced tongue, her fingertips busily stroking Mya's hardened little clit in tight, pleasurable circles.

Feeling him sink into her already juicy snatch, she clenched even tighter around him, moaning for more as she added a third finger into her best friend's slippery cunt. Gingerly dragging hr clit through her teeth, she soothed the abused flesh with quick flicks of her tongue. Enjoying the sweet taste of her, she cried out as he really began to fuck her. Lifting onto her hands to allow Ember to squirm out from beneath her, she smirked when she sat in front of her and parted her thighs to show off the pleasure swollen flesh of her slit.

"Make me scream, Mya."

Burying her hand in Mya's hair, Em guided her back to what she had been doing, each hunger driven thrust he made into her throwing her forward into Ember. Closing her eyes, she surrendered to the moment and lost herself within it and everything that followed it, knowing that even if she didn't remember it all tomorrow at least she would know that she had fun.

-X-X-X-X-

She didn't remember how she got home the night before but the delicious aches and pains that lay curled in the cradle of her hips and thighs quickly made her smile as she woke up. Blinking her eyes open, she cried out and buried her face in the pillow as the hangover from Hell suddenly began fucking the inside of her skull with a double-edged hunting knife. Whimpering, she stretched a hand out and searched her bedside table for her sunglasses, knowing they were there since she hadn't had them with her yesterday.

"Aha!" Pulling them under the pillow, she shoved them onto her face and peeked out into the room again. The light still stung but it wasn't as bad as it had been before. Getting up, she stretched and looked down at her rumple uniform, grumbling as she stripped them off and tossed them down the laundry chute in the bathroom. Deciding to take a shower later after she ate something and did something about her hangover, she pulled on a pair of Sophie shorts and a tank top without a bra; it was too early for one in her opinion.

Heading down the stairs, she smiled when she saw her father sitting at the breakfast nook reading the paper from Wednesday in a pair of lounge pants and a wife beater. At 41 her dad was still in really good shape; he went to the gym regularly and went running every morning before she even got up to get ready for school. Leaning over his shoulder, she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek and smiled when he looked up from the sports section.

"Morning daddy, did your teams do well?"

"Morning sweetheart. One did, yes...other...not so much. What's with sunglasses so early?"

"Headache...my eyes hurt."

As she grabbed the bottle of Aleve out of the cabinet, Alek surveyed his daughter, his eyes slightly narrowed. Was she hung-over? She'd been having a lot of headaches lately that had all the makings of one. Standing, he moved to hand her a bottle of water from the fridge before standing in front of her, leaning his hip against the counter.

"Did you and Ember have fun at the bowling alley last night?"

"Yeah, we had a blast. She says hi by the way."

Was that alcohol he smelled? Staring down at her disheveled hair, he laid a hand on the side of her head and kissed her forehead, frowning when he felt something sticky come away from her hair when he took his hand away. Pausing, he glanced at it and then down at her when she looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

"If you were at the bowling alley, why do I smell alcohol on your breath? And you don't use gel so you better explain what the hell is in your hair young lady. Sit down." He pointed to the second stool at the breakfast nook as he flipped the hot water on. Washing his hands thoroughly, he watched as she plopped onto the stool with a grimace. Moving to lean back against the island counter, he crossed his arms and stared at her, clearly waiting for an explanation.

"We started off at the alley but when we were leaving we met up with some friends from school as they were leaving too. They invited us to a party..." She trailed off and turned to pour herself a cup of coffee only to hear him clear his throat behind her. "We went and had a few drinks....Anything else is hazy. I'm sorry, daddy."

That wasn't the complete truth. She remembered bits and pieces of her, Ember and the guy in the truck; enough to strengthen the tingling aches within her hips with a tinge of need. She also remembered that there was weed but she didn't know if she'd taken a hit off the joint or not. Looking up at him through her glasses, she flinched away when he reached over and snatched them off her face to reveal her faintly red-rimmed eyes.

"I wasn't born yesterday Mya Marie Baronova. Did you have sex with someone? Was there pot? Other drugs?"

"There was only pot and alcohol that I know of."

"You missed a question."

"Yes."

"When did you change? You used to be such a good girl. Didn't I teach you right? Didn't we teach you better than this? Your mother is probably rolling over in her grave right now!"

Normally, she could have taken the lecture in stride but when he brought up her mom something inside her broke and she buried her face in her hands as she started to cry. Feeling his arms come around her, she crumbled into his embrace and cried until she couldn't anymore.

"I'm sorry daddy. I just miss her so much. It still hurts so badly. I just wanted it to stop hurting."

"I know angel-baby...I know it does but you can't drink yourself numb. That only prolongs the pain. Not to mention the harm your doing to yourself. I was going to ground you for two months BUT if you promise me no more parties, drinking or sex, I'm willing to take it down to two weeks."

"But what about prom? It's next weekend! I already bought my dress and everything!"

"We'll see."

"But I have a fitting for alterations today."

"Fine BUT I'm going to volunteer to chaperone. No arguments. I chaperone or you don't go at all."

She huffed but finally nodded. "Fine. What am I grounded from?"

"Anything other than school, work and home is off limits. Exceptions can be made for the library and today's dress appointment."

"Okay. I'm sorry, I really am."

"I know sugar plum. Now please...go wash that stuff out of your hair."

-X-X-X-X-

When he saw her car disappear down the street out of the view of his bedroom window, he turned away and headed into the hallway before going down to her room. Pushing the door open, he stood in the doorway and stared in just like he'd done countless times before. This time though he was on a mission. Searching every inch of her room, he found her diary hidden in the back of a painting over her bed but nothing else until he got to her dresser and bedside tables which he had decided to leave until the end for some odd reason. Usually he didn't mess with the bedside tables when he came in here, so when he opened the drawer in the right side table and pulled all the dark lace fabric from its depths, he was amazed. Sifting through every last piece, he set aside a few that caught his fancy and was just about to put them back when he caught sight of it. Right in the back of the drawer was a small collection of toys. Pulling them out one by one, he stared down at all three, slightly shocked at his findings.

One as quite long and thick; molded after a real cock while the second was just as long, smooth and thin until the very end where it curved up a little and was slightly bulbous. Grasping it by the thin end, he rotated it in his hands only to drop it when it began to vibrate quietly in his hand. Laughing at his own stupidity, he turned it off and put them back along with the little silver bullet attached to a tear shaped remote. Covering them back up with her underwear, he set the ones he liked at the end of the bed and moved to the other side to search the second one.

He found even more panties, this time made of satin and silk as well as a whole slew of stockings and panty hose. Again, hiding beneath it all, he found yet another toy though this one was a lot different. It had a main shaft that had to be at least nine or ten inches long and a smaller one under that which was only about two inches shorter. Rotating the dial on the bottom, he watched them both begin to twirl in opposite directions and a tiny attachment began to vibrate.

"When did my little angel become such a sex fiend?" He mused to himself as he turned it off and once more put everything back where it belonged except for the ones that he liked. Moving to the dresser, he searched through every drawer but only hit pay dirt when he got to the top one. This was the one he was most familiar with; he'd been pilfering one or two pairs of panties for the last eight of so months as a way to cope with the new way he'd begun to see his daughter. She was no longer a little girl, no...She had blossomed into a woman right under his nose, a gorgeous one at that. How was he not supposed to notice? So he had taken to borrowing her underwear and using them to masturbate to his fantasies about her; wrapping them around the thick meat of his cock and stroking himself as he imagined her riding him or burying him in the dark cavern of her mouth until he shot rope after thick rope into the soft fabric.

Shaking thoughts of her out of his head, he adjusted his lounge pants against his rock hard cock and searched the top drawer, frowning heavily when he found a small bag of weed wrapped in a pair of dark green boycutts. Setting it on top of the dresser along with the scrap of green lace, he slammed the drawer shut and collected everything from the dresser and the bed. Tucking the sets that he liked into the underside of his pillowcase in his room, he changed and headed downstairs to fix something for lunch after depositing a relatively heavy load into a pair of red satin bikini cuts.

Balling the bag of weed back up in the green underwear, he sat the tangle of fabric on the counter where she usually put her car keys, knowing she'd see it. Finishing his second sandwich and first beer when she walked in the door roughly thirty minutes later, he stood and turned the TV off before carrying his plate and empty bottle into the kitchen. Throwing both away, he turned and braced his hands on the top of the counter, facing her just as she reached it and set her keys in the key bowl.

"Wanna explain what's in those?"

Blanching the moment her fingertips brushed the soft green fabric, she looked up at him and shook her head. "I promise it's not mine, Daddy! I swear!"

"Then who's is it? Why is it balled up in your underwear?"

"It's Embers. She asked if she could hide it in my room somewhere. I promise, Daddy, I do."

"If I find out otherwise, there will be consequences, Mya."

She nodded and unraveled the pair of boycutts and took the bag of weed to the sink, turned the water on and dumped it little by little into the drain. Showing him the empty bag, she let the water run for an extra minute or so and then shut it off.

"There, it's gone. All of it."

He nodded and motioned to the stairs as if to say 'go to your room.' His expression was strained as he grabbed a second beer from the fridge and when she disappeared around the corner to go up to her room with her dress bag draped over her arm, he breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

-X-X-X-X-

Pausing outside his door a few hours later, she was just about to continue on when she heard a low, husky growl that couldn't be caused by anything other than pleasure. Leaning against the door jamb, she found herself strangely turned on by what she was hearing; he was obviously jacking off. Part of her wanted to know the cause of his arousal while the other part wanted her to walk away and forget it all. That was until she heard her name, muffled as it was through the door.

"Fuck...yes...Myyyyaaaa...suck your daddy's cock...mmfuck yes. Take every...fuckin'...inch..."

Stifling her gasp of surprise, she counted to four, knocked and waited another couple of seconds to open the door. Seeing him struggling with the blanket as he tried and failed to cover himself fast enough, she blushed and turned her head away as she closed her eyes. "Oh! Sorry! I didn't know!"

"No, no, I'm sorry sweet pea..." He cleared his throat, pooling the blanket over his shaft as he swallowed the groan that welled up at the soft contact. "D..did you need something?"

"I was just wondering if you wanted to order take-out or go out to dinner...I'll...come back." Closing the door, she shot down the hall to her room and immediately texted Ember everything. Laughing when the other girl asked if she'd seen how big he was, she simply told her that he was bigger and thicker than the guy at the party.

"You lucky bitch! I wish my dad was as hot and hung as yours is! If I was you I'd totally be all over that."

"But, he's my dad. That's wrong, Em."

"Sweet cheeks, Adam and Eve supposedly populated the entire world. That's a LOT of incest. Get over it and go grab that hung hottie before someone else does. If you don't, I certainly will."

She didn't even bother texting back, though Em had a point. Going to her closet, she picked out favorite little black dress and changed into it after snapping a garter belt on and rolling a pair of stockings up her legs. She decided to forgo the unnecessary layer of underwear and instead just went commando. Hearing a knock on her door, she pulled her hair down out of the bun and opened the door with a smile. "I was just about to come get you...Dinner is my treat tonight, Daddy. I want to show you how amazing you are and how sorry I am for all the trouble I've caused lately."

"I was just coming to say the same thing, honestly. You look beautiful angel-baby, just beautiful. About a little while ago, I'm sorry you walked in on that."

She shook her head and hugged him tighter than normal, holding it just a little longer before smiling up at him. "Daddies get lonely too, I get it. Don't worry about it; you didn't scar me, Daddy, promise." Tilting her cheek into his hand as he caressed it tenderly, she straightened his collar for him with a smile. Collecting her purse from the hook on the back of the door, she laid the thin strap over her shoulder and tucked her hair back behind her ear as he offered his arm to her like a true-blue gentleman.