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Fuck-bot

By: Scott_Harper



Kara stretched out on the floral-patterned comforter that covered her large bed, enjoying the feeling of the cool material, not yet lent warmth from her flushed, naked body. She spread her long, slender legs and lightly trailed the tips of her long fingernails over her perfectly smooth, hairless snatch. Only a few feet away, sat her favorite sex toy. It was the latest in home-use androids - a fully functional robot that appeared completely human and was programmed for but one, single task. The machine existed to have sex with its owner. And that oh, so very lucky owner was Kara. She licked her lips in anticipation as she eyed her newest fuck-toy.

The manufacturer called the machine Stud Lee Mann, though Kara had informed hers that its name was Dick. After all, that part of it was really the sole reason she'd bought it. Everything else was there simply to drive the bit of its anatomy she'd named it for. And, damn, did Dick ever live up to its name! It's cock was nine solid inches of fat, erect synthetic that felt just like warm, human flesh. And, rather than just fuck until she told it to stop, Dick actually had orgasms. Kara was still amazed by that fact, though she's seen and felt nearly two dozen of them in the not quite four days since she'd bought her Stud Lee Mann Sexual Partner. The android actually drew moisture from the surrounding air and mixed it with a fine white power made from dehydrated proteins to make its own faux cum. All that Kara had to do was reload the thing with protein powder once every 2,000 orgasms. The motion of the machine's hips while it fucked mixed the power and the moisture. Kara had sampled the goo that spurted from Dick's member upon climax several times. It was always warm and tasted just like the sweetest cum she'd ever feasted upon.

But it wasn't just Dick's dick that was so impressive, Kara thought as she dipped a finger into her dripping cooze and stared at her mechanical lover. If all men were built like him, she decided, the world would be a far, far better place. For insatiably horny women such as herself, anyway. Dick was 6' 3" tall, with broad shoulders, washboard abs, a firm, tone ass, muscular legs, and was completely devoid of all body hair. The model Kara had purchased had sandy blond hair and vibrant green eyes, with full, luscious lips. It emitted the scent of a certain cologne that drove Kara positively wild each time she breathed it.

"Dick?" Kara said softly.

The android gazed at her with its extraordinarily life-like eyes. "Yes, Mistress?" It's voice was soft, yet deep and warm.

"In a few minutes, I'm going to have you to fuck me again."

"Anything for you, my love."

Kara smiled. She loved her new toy! "But you know I like the second time around better, because you go slower then. And it takes you longer to mix up a batch of your white love offering for me."

"Yes, my love. I know."

Kara spread her legs wider and slid her fingers into her hot, wet pussy, feeling her satiny juice lubricate the way. She knew that the machine would not feel anything one way or the other for the display. Yet she liked to put on the show for it. It made her feel sexy, which made her even hornier. "Before you fuck me, I want you to masturbate to orgasm. Okay? Take your time, go slowly. I'm going to just lie here and enjoy the show. After you squirt your cum for me, I want you to come over here and sit beside me so I can lick you clean. After that, you're going to take your good, sweet time fucking me until I'm screaming. Then you're going to keep fucking me until I pass out from the sheer intensity of the pleasure you're giving me."

"Anything for you, sweetest."

Kara lightly plucked at her hard nipples and said, "Masturbate for me, Dick."

The android wrapped the fingers of one large hand around its enormous shaft and began to stroke it lightly, up and down, from root to swollen, purple-tinged tip.

"Rub your nipples for me," Kara commanded.

Dick's free hand went to it perfectly sculpted chest, toying with first one tight nipple, then the other, rubbing and pinching.

Kara felt her juices running from her twat, forming a very large wet patch on the comforter. She plunged her fingers deeper into her swollen sex, listening to the squelching sounds the action made. She inhaled, smelling the twinned fragrances of her musk and Dick's cologne scent. She gasped as electricity jolted through her naked body, causing her to shudder and shriek. When her self-induced orgasm finally ended, Kara was left breathless, panting, her bare flesh flushed and feeling as though she were on fire.

"Damn! That was so fucking good!" she moaned, still diddling her iron-hard clit as she watched Dick stroke its mammoth cock. That mammoth cock that she so desperately wanted to feel sliding into her soaked cooze just then...

"Dick?"

Still stroking both nipples and milking its colossal namesake, it looked at her. "Yes, gorgeous?"

Kara smiled and pinched her hard, exquisitely sensitive nipples as she teased her equally hard, sensitive clit. "I need you to fuck me. Right now. But I still want to watch you cum. Cum quickly for me, please."

"Of course, my dearest love. Anything your heart desires."

Dick stopped moving its hand on its cock and began moving its hips, fucking the stationary tube made by its fingers. Its other hand kept up the non-stop rhythm on its perfect nipples.

Kara watched, as always, in awe of how physically perfect her new toy was. Fuck, but he was hot! And completely devoted to but one thing - her sexual gratification. It was the one and only single thing that he existed for. He was there to make her feel good. How perfect was that? As she watched and thought about her good fortune, Kara kept stroking her dripping cooze and hard nipples, her hips wiggling as she held off dipping her fingers back into herself. The next thing that slid into her hot, wet love tunnel was going to be Dick's super-sized cock. Her breath grew quicker again and she knew she'd cum again before Dick did.

Again, jolts of electricity shot through Kara's body, making her convulse and shudder and scream and writhe. She squeezed her eyes closed, savoring the sheer mind-numbing pleasure her own touch brought to her.

"Mistress, if you still desire to watch my orgasm, I am very close."

Kara forced her eyes open, staring lustfully at Dick as her body still shuddered with orgasmic bliss.

Dick's lean hips were thrusting its cock faster and faster in its stationary hand. Its handsome face contorted, its eyes squeezing shut. Its perfect lips opened slightly and it groaned. Three more thrusts of its hips and thick, white goo squirted from the slit in the tip of its purple-headed shaft. The faux cum splattered onto its chest and into the path of its other hand, which was still massaging its nipples. The cum was swept up and smeared across Dick's flawless chest. A second shot burst free, decorating its flat, well-muscled stomach. The third, then fourth wads didn't have enough power to do more than roll down its cock, getting swept up in the bucking motion of its hips to lube its palm. A few moments later, it stopped, then opened its eyes, gazing at Kara.

She smiled and crooked a finger.

Dick rose, its false cum dripping from its still erect cock, running down its too-hot body as it moved to sit beside her. "My love, do you still desire to clean me before I worship your body?"

Still stroking herself, Kara answered by opening her mouth and lowering it over Dick's sweet-covered shaft, licking and sucking at the warm, gooey love offering that ran down its beefy length. Just the thought of soon having that glorious fuck-stick pumping in her pussy was very nearly enough to send her over the edge for the third time. She smiled around her mouthful of android cock, thinking of how lucky she was to have been able to purchase such a divine toy.

Fuck Buddies



While she would love to take the credit for finding him, he had found her, or rather them. Just an average couple looking to spice up their sex lives, or at least that's how the ad on the internet had read. Married sixteen years, with 3 kids, and two careers the ad continued, looking for couples, but would consider a single male if one with a sense of humor and great personality came long. Many had responded with their less than impressive lines about the size of their cocks, tricks of their tongues and near god-like staying power. Each one was answered with a cool no thanks and just when she began to wonder if any of the Neanderthals who came to these sights could actually read, Brian e-mailed. There was no mention of his cock, no reference to the numbers of women he had no doubt successfully bedded, just an appreciation of their sense of humor, noting that he had not been profiled on American's Most Wanted even once! He explained in detail why he was single, having taken note of the no cheaters clause in their ad, and went on to say he traveled a great deal with his job and would be in town in a couple of weeks. 

This was the one, Mitchel decided and pulled up his profile. She braced herself for the usual two sentences describing how/where/when he liked to fuck, and the ever present dick picture that seemed to be a standard accessory for all single guys profiles. Much to her surprise, the picture was of him completely clothed somewhere in a park, and the profile rivaled theirs. He had taken great pains to be thorough and humorous and she found herself liking him almost instantly. After a quick check with her husband, she sent back a response and the flirtation began. For the next two weeks, they e-mailed each other nearly every day, flirting, revealing bits and pieces of themselves, telling stories of other relationships, and setting the ground rules for their meeting. It was to be only a meeting, Mitchel explained after a previous encounter that she had not made quite clear enough. She and her husband would meet him at a small local bar, not one of their usual hangouts, a couple of beers, some conversation and then everyone would leave separately, no pressure for anything else on the first meeting. The perfect plan.

The day of the meeting began just like every other day. She hit the snooze and rolled over to snuggle up to her husband just as the rest of the house began to come to life. 

"I can't find my jeans, does anybody know where my jeans are?" bellowed Libby from her bedroom. 

"Mom, tell Sydney to give me back my shirt"

"Mom, I had it first!"

She pulled a pillow over her head and groaned. At what point had she thought three girls would be a good idea? The pillow lifted off her head and she opened her eyes to find herself eye to eye with her youngest. "Mommy, I need lunch money," she said waving an envelope. She squinted to focus on her, hair unbrushed, shirt on backwards with grape jelly in the corners of her mouth. With another groan she sat up and took the envelope from her and began the morning ritual of playing drill sergeant. By the time every crisis was solved, lunch money divvied out, shoes found and hair brushed, she was grateful the school bus was whisking her angels away as she sagged back against the front door.

"Coffee honey?" he asked, handing her a cup and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

She took it without response and took a drink. 

"What time are we meeting this guy?" he asked, continuing without waiting for an answer. "6 o'clock, is that what you said? And what did you tell me his name was? Doug? No, no, that was the last guy, right? What was his name... well I guess it doesn't really matter, their all lame asses anyway. Do you know what time it is? You're going to be late again you know." He took a breath and she jumped at her chance.

"No, I didn't know I was going to be late, but since I am already late, and I am after the boss..." she trailed off running her hands down his chest and to the growing bulge in his boxers, "maybe I could at least be late for a really good cause." 

Mitchel somehow managed to be to work nearly on time, having found that sex in the shower serves a two fold purpose, and set about her work. She found herself too deeply involved in the day to let the thought of meeting Brian crossed her mind. She was just wrapping up a couple of loose ends and about to check the time when her phone rang and it was her husband was on the other end. "You will never guess who just drove in our driveway," he ground out, "your sister and her husband."

"Oh my God! What are they doing there?" panic in her voice.

"They were just in the area and decided to drop in," his voice dripping with sarcasm, "I'll tell them you have a sales meeting tonight and will be late."

"But what about you?" she asked, suddenly feeling a bit anxious about the meeting. "What will he think when you don't show up, and how will..."

He cut her sentence short with a quick, "Gotta go, you have fun at your meeting." and hung-up, a sure sign that her sister was about to grab the phone.

She sunk down in her chair, a mixture of anger, frustration and intrigue. Damn, her timing sucked. She lived 8 hours away, one would think she would call first! Mitchel debated if she should really go alone, after all, the only real knowledge she had about Brian was from the internet, and everybody knows no one lies there! The bar, although a little rough, was safe enough, she reasoned, then checked her watch and headed out. She was going to make the best of it, and if he didn't turn out like she hoped, she would have to just fine tune her flirting skills on some poor regular. 

The bar was dimly lit and smoky and it took her eyes a minute to adjust. The bar was fairly crowed for a Thursday night, and any number of non-descript men were sitting at the bar, playing pool and sitting at tables although at the moment she was sure they were all looking at her. She had changed out of her suit in the locker room at the office and now was wearing an obscenely short black mini skirt and higher than usual heels that were apparently doing their job of showing off her long toned legs judging by the amount of interest from all the patrons. A brief bit of panic hit her, as she realized she really did not know who she was looking for. Most of the pictures she had seen of him, his face was blurred, or in later pictures he was naked, and each and every one of the men at this bar were fully clothed, a problem she realized. With a laugh, she made my way to the bar, she was the only female in the bar that wasn't an employee, he could find her - she was certain he hadn't missed her entrance. She ordered a beer and a water, paid the tab and was just turning to find a table when a hand touched her shoulder and her eyes made contact with a pair of ice blue eyes that could only have belonged to Brian. 

"Mitchel?" he asked tentatively. 

Brian." It was a statement. He was just what she had envisioned. She took a drink of beer, calm, she reminded herself, stay calm and flashed her best "you are so cute" smile.

They made their way to an open table and after a brief explanation of why she was alone and even offering to call home so he could talk to her husband, they settled in to an easy conversation like they had known each other for years. 

"Mitchel is a really unusual name," he began, looking for some starting point. 

She made a face, but he continued," I like it. I think it fits you, not really girlie, but kind of mysterious. I like it."

"Thanks, I guess," she laughed. It's not really my name, but it's what all my friends call me and it does fit." 

"So, what's your real name?"

"Michelle."

"I like Mitchel better. Anyway, I have another girl I see who is Michelle, so this will make it easier!" They both laughed at the absurdity of the logic and the ice was broken. 

He told her his background, he was divorced, a dad with a young son who was clearly the moon and stars to him, about his job that required enormous amounts of travel to a variety of states and from time to time my city, and about what he wanted from life and our pending relationship. She talked to him about her family and how completely hot her with another man made her husband, her job and how they had come place an ad on the internet for a single male as well as all of the less than favorable meetings they had had with other single males. 

The evening was passing quickly, and before they realized it, they had been talking about nothing and everything for nearly four hours. With a bit of reluctance, they settled up the tab and Brian walked her to her truck. She made a bit of nervous small talk before he edged closer for a kiss. Her body tingled as he moved closer and kissed her lips, gently at first, then deeper, his tongue teasing at her lips until she parted them allowing him entrance. Brian's hands slowly began working down her shoulders and along her back. No hurry, they had nothing but time and to hell with anyone who stumbled upon them at the back of this dimly lit parking lot. His hands slowly worked their was down to her ass and he pulled her closer until she could feel the unmistakable bulge straining to free it's self from the jeans that were containing it. She ground against him and began to work her hands across his shoulders and down him back in a similar fashion, intent upon her final goal just below his waist. Their tongues continued their eager assault of each other, as one of his hands began unbuttoning my blouse. Without skipping a beat, each button popped open effortlessly and his thumb skimmed along my now exposed nipple causing a spark of electricity to surge through her as it hardened almost instantly. 

He came up for breath, looking at her through heavy lashes, "I think this is going to work out just fine Mitchel," he said before dipping his head down to trace the muscles in her neck with his tongue, all the time continuing to tease first one nipple then the other through the thin lace bra that was their captor. She swayed just a bit and without interruption in his total undoing of her, he turned her until she was backed against her truck and the weight of his body held her firmly in place. She had long since given up on her quest and settle back determined once she had enjoyed herself, she would see to it he received a proper thank you. His hand fell to her bare thigh and slowly worked it's was up under the short black skirt until he came to her perfectly shaved pussy. If he was in the least bit shocked she was not wearing panties he gave no sign as he continued his excruciatingly slow exploration of her body. He found his quarry and began rubbing her clit, a prolonged promise of things to come as a moan escaped from her lips and her hips bucked with eager anticipation. Damn unruly body parts, she thought with a laugh, so much for being the least bit hard to get! Her thoughts were suddenly silenced as his fingers found the wetness of her pussy slid deep inside me. A deeper moan escaped from her lips and she clutched his shoulders, suddenly very thankful for his weight against her, clearly the only thing keeping her standing. Her body trembled as he continued fucking her pussy with his fingers.

"Oh God, yeah," she panted, "that feels so good... this was defiantly one of my better ideas."

He laughed softly and captured her lips again with his before moving to her ear. 

"Tell me what you want," he whispered. It was barely audible, yet she responded instantly. 

"I want you to fuck me," and with that she pushed him away just enough to catch the button of his jeans in her hands and undo the zipper revealing his raging hard on. She took the head in her hands and began rubbing it against the lips of her wet pussy. He moaned and rolled his head back, as she rubbed juice from her pussy down the length of his shaft all the while continuing to rub it's swollen head against her clit. His breathing was jagged and she knew he could not likely take much more of her teasing, so with the next stroke against her clit, she ground forward burying him up to his balls in her pussy. His hands once again clutched her ass, pulling himself deeper inside her and held there for one dizzying moment before beginning in earnest with long deep strokes. 

"Fuck.... me....harder," she panted, as her orgasm began to build inside her.

He seemed more than happy to oblige, pounding hard against her, his eyes watching her as she went tumbling over the edge, her body exploding against his, her every muscle clutching at him, aching, needy, until he buried himself deeply into her and orgasmed, crying out as wave upon wave coursed through his body. 

The world spun around and around as he eased his weight off her just a bit, so they could take in great gasps of the crisp evening air. Slowly, the spinning stopped and he stepped back to straighten his jeans when headlights from a car just entering the parking lot shone across both of them. She laughed first, then he joined in till they both were out of breath again. 

"Well, Mitchel," he began, "that was one really great quickie! I am defiantly going to be making trips here more often!"

"I would really like that Brian, I would really like that!"



Fuck Buddies



Ralph and his wife Carla had lived next door to the Lindsay's since they moved in two years earlier.

It was the newlywed's first house and they had been all excited fixing up their love nest just the way they wanted it. The first two years had been right out of a storybook with the devoted couple doting over each other's desires. That is why the news of their split had come as a shock to their neighbors.

The scuttlebutt was that Christine's husband had left his bride for a young bimbo he had met where he worked.

Christine's lawyer had collected a generous settlement from her misbehaving husband, giving the wronged wife possession of the matrimonial home and an adequate monthly maintenance allowance.

Christine was sitting pretty, twenty-six-years old, tall, blonde, attractive with her own resources. The jilted wife was hurt, as the one man she had completely loved had betrayed her. She became reclusive and seldom left her home.

Ralph was surprised when he answered the phone and Christine was on the other end.

"Hi Ralph, it's Christine and I have a problem.

She went on to apologize for bothering him but explained she had a problem with the toilet, it was constantly running water.

Ralph said he would slip over and have a look at the misbehaving toilet.

It was just after ten in the morning and Ralph's wife Carla had left for work at the school board. Ralph was about to leave to meet a customer to bid on a renovation job he wanted.

Christine greeted him at the door in a pink silk robe. The belt was missing from the robe and the statuesque blonde held the robe closed with her hand.

"HI Ralph, c'mon in." she said swinging the door open wider.

Ralph stepped into the house and Chris show him the way him to the bothersome toilet.

It too Ralph only moments to remove the tank top and allow the flapper valve to close so the tank could refill.

"I feel so silly bothering you for something so simple!" Christine apologized.

"No problem" Ralph relied.

"Time for a coffee?" the attractive blonde asked.

"Sure" 

Ralph followed Christine to the kitchen still holding her robe closed as she walked ahead of him.

Ralph watched her hips swivel beneath the smooth silk and saw no signs of panty lines.

Ralph sat at the kitchen table and lights a cigarette as Christine busied herself making a pot of coffee.

As they sat chatting over coffee Ralph detected Christine's lonesomeness. The young woman was afraid to interact with men in fear of being let down once again. Ralph's role as a friend and neighbor was not a threat to the edgy woman and he enjoyed her confidence. 

Christine was refilling Ralph's cup with coffee when she accidentally spilled the hot liquid onto his lap.

Alarmed she jumped back releasing her housecoat as she rushed to get some paper towels to soak up the mess. 

Christine's housecoat opened revealing she was naked beneath, her naked breasts and golden bush was put on view to her neighbor.

Ralph felt his cock stiffening as Christine rushed back to him with the paper towel, the housecoat still wide open. She was too upset to be concerned about modesty as she began to sponge spilt coffee from his lap. 

As she patted Ralph's wet crotch with the towel she realized she was giving him an erection.

Christine did not know why but she impulsively pulled down the zipper on Ralph's pants and reached in to free his cock. Without hesitation she lowered her mouth over Ralph's cockhead.

Ralph gently gripped her blonde hair and guided his cock into her throat. Christine's lips sealed around his cock as she began to suck. 

Ralph slipped her housecoat off her shoulders letting it slide down her back onto the kitchen floor, as she squatted naked sucking his cock.

It was the end of five months of cock starvation for the lonely wife. The feeling of Ralph's cock in her mouth soothed her craving.

Ralph groaned in ecstasy as the attractive wife sucked on his cock like her life depended on it. Christine was fourteen years younger than him but cherished his cock as if he were the man of her dreams. 

Ralph knew that within minutes he would be emptying his balls into his neighbor's mouth the way she was sucking his cock. To prolong his pleasure he stood Christine up and lead her naked to the living room couch. Setting her down he spread her legs and buried his face in her golden-haired crotch. His tongue began to search her warm, moist crevice as she moaned in pleasure. 

Ralph found her aroused trigger in moments and began to play with it like a miniature punching bag. The tip of his tongue quickly thumped her little member raising her to a higher state of excitement. 

"Oh fuck me, please fuck me!" she moaned gripping Ralph's head tightly into her pussy.

Ralph withdrew his pussy juice smeared face from Christine's aroused womanhood, "Are you sure?"

"Oh yes, yes!" she begged.

Christine was no longer using birth control thinking she would have no need to so she was totally in danger of conceiving. She was aroused to such frenzy that the possibility would not prevent her seeking satisfaction of her immediate needs.

Ralph removed his clothes and mounted the naked beauty.

Christine lay back across the couch with her legs widespread inviting Ralph to invade her sacred space. Ralph nuzzled the head of his throbbing cock into her moistness and drove his weapon into her hungry hole.

Oh yes! Yes!" she moaned as he filled her void with his cockmeat.

Ralph felt her long shapely legs wrap around his, pulling him securely into her depths.

It was the first younger woman Ralph had fucked for many years and her tight pussy gripped his warrior like a latex glove. As he moved in and out of her he could feel his cock drawing her vaginal wall with him. Christine's eyes were open wide, her hips gyrating in weird and wonderful circles causing the head of Ralph's cock to move around in her. The woman was a fantastic fuck! 

"Can I cum in you?" Ralph asked.

"It's not safe." Christine whispered. "Shoot on my face if you like."

It was beyond Ralph's wildest dreams, this beautiful young wife asking him to shoot his cum all over her pretty face. His cock began throbbing harder in anticipation of giving Christine a facial.

Ralph had only seen guys fucking broads pull out and shoot on their faces in videos, he did not know a real woman would like it. The way Christine had asked he sensed she wanted him to do it, not just to avoid pregnancy.

Christine's pussy was getting wetter and wetter as she began to lubricate. Ralph's cock made soft squishing noises sliding in and out of her hole as their bodies slapped together. Her hips were bucking beneath him like an unbroken bronco.

Ralph was of the threshold of climaxing when he swiftly pulled his cock from Christine's cunt and aimed the head at her smiling face.

His cum came in huge ropes, flying through the air towards the lovely blonde's face. Christine's mouth hung open to catch Ralph's sperm.

Then first hit was high, striking Christine directly in her beautiful blue left eye. The next found its mark, landing across her outstretched pink tongue. Two more volleys followed and lay from the tip of her tongue across her lower lip.

Peering out through a curtain of cum Christine's finger squeegee the cum hanging from her chin into her mouth and sucked her finger.

Ralph could not believe what he was seeing, Christine was eating his cum!

The one and only time he had cum in Carla's mouth she had spat it out as if it were poison. This gem of a woman was consuming his jism as if it were a pleasure.

Ralph did not want to loose his new found mistress, he wanted to use her gorgeous body again and again.

She had demonstrated her need for cock to him and was denying herself for fear of being betrayed again.

"How would you like a fuck buddy?" Ralph asked as he dressed.

"What do you mean?" Christine said as she slipped her housecoat on. 

"We could fuck every day if you wanted and know there was nothing romantic about it, just taking care of our needs." Ralph proposed.

"What about Carla?" Christine asked.

"She's not interested in sex anymore." Ralph lied, "We won't tell her about it."

Christine pondered Ralph's scheme, "I will have to go back on birth control."

"Yes, I would love to cum in you." Ralph agreed.

"O.K., we will try it." She gave in.



Fuck Buddies



Authors Notes:

First off, I'd like to thank a certain female Swedish member of the AH for the plot bunny and the explanation of "Fuck Buddies". I'd heard the term mentioned briefly somewhere else but she made it an itch that I had to scratch.

I'd also like to thank Rumple Foreskin for the excellent edit. I didn't know a writer, namely me, could make so many errors and still have something to read. I learned a lot and if I missed fixing some of the stuff he pointed out, then it's my fault not his.

TxRad

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Jack owned the one room rustic cabin out on the far edge of town. It might be old but it was warm and cozy on cold snowy winter nights. An overly large fireplace dominated one wall and a super king sized bed the opposite. For the purposes of the Friday night fuck, suck, and licker fest it was perfect. It was room for six with no waiting.

Most of the members were on the way up young executives who spent too much time working and trying to get ahead. They didn't have the time or energy left for a normal social life, so this group was their outlet so to speak. They had known each other forever and felt safe and secure. 

They led separate lives and worked for different companies but all had the same goal. To have as many orgasms as their bodies could handle, hoping it would be enough to carry them through the next long lonely week, so they could do it all over again.

Jack was exception. He was the rich guy of the group. His athletic build and rugged good looks got him plenty of offers for dates and sex but when it came down to it, he was paranoid. He figured they were all after his money and nothing else. He had to know someone a while before he would even talk to them much less get close.

But this stories not just about Jack, but the whole group and what happened one Friday night not to long ago.

*****

Twenty-five year old Lena Best was laying flat on her back on the big bed, a small round breast in each hand, her fingers squeezing, pulling, and rolling her long hard sensitive nipples. She was sucking on George's short fat dick. She loved the way it filled her mouth leaving just enough room for her tongue to tease and tantalize the plum sized head. 

Her tongue moved in unison with the long thin highly flexible tongue working wonders in her own sex. Lorrie Best was the greatest at reaching all those special little nooks and crannies way up inside a girl and from long experience knew what her sister liked. She was driving Lena crazy.

The two sisters looked nothing alike. Lena was short and full-bodied with small breasts and wide hips. A double dose of ass, as she was fond of telling everyone. Lorrie was tall and slender with long legs and more than an ample share of boobs that made her look top heavy to say the least.

Lorrie was on her knees and elbows with Jack's deliciously large dick rammed all the way in her tight little pussy. He had her stretched to the point where it almost hurt. The slow easy movements of his hips as he worked himself inside had bumped her nose against her sister's clit, causing Lena to moan loudly around her mouthful of cock. 

The other two members of their regular Friday night fuck buddy session were late, as usual. Kate and Allie were probably wrapped up in a sixty-nine somewhere since neither of them cared for the guys, and always bitched about them being there. Why they even bothered to show up, if and when they did, was a mystery to almost everyone.

Lorrie knew the reason quite well. They loved her long tongue and lusted after a piece of her sister. Lena had held out for the last year. She preferred to stick with the guys and let only her sister of the women eat her out. She was weird that way. She wouldn't touch any pussy but her own but loved her sister's tongue in her ass and especially in her pussy.

Of course Lorrie loved it all, being bi was as much a part of her make up as breathing. She had first eaten Lena out a long time ago and it had become a tradition as much as anything. Lorrie would love for her sister to reciprocate. It was the one thing Lorrie always masturbated to.

Jack had been going slowly, letting Lorrie's tight pussy relax and get used to being stuffed. Now he started to move that monster in and out of her box more forcefully. Lorrie gasp at the sudden empty and then overly full feelings as her nose was once again bumping and brushing her sister's clit. 

It wouldn't take much more for Lena to go boom big time and Lorrie knew she wouldn't be far behind, if not sooner. That big bone rubbing so firmly on her clit was distracting her from her sister's pussy but not entirely. The feel and taste of her hot sweet sex was something dreams were made of.

*****

Everything came to a stop as the cabin door banged opened and Kate and Allie stomped inside out of the cold night air. Kate was short and thin, with an erotic Asian beauty that was breathtaking. Her short black hair framed a heart shaped face with exotic dark almond eyes and a small upturned nose.

Allie on the other hand was tall, blonde, and Nordic. They were quite the contrast. Allie wasn't as tall as Lorrie but had bigger boobs and her ass rivaled Lena's. Her overall tan accented her blondness, bringing out her light eyelashes and the thin sprinkling of fine blonde hair on her pussy. All in all she was one spectacular package.

"You guys just couldn't wait for us, could you?" Kate asked in a high whiny voice.

Shaking his head in amusement, George said, "What's this "you guys" stuff? You two aren't interested in us. All you want is a piece of Lena's ass and Lorrie's tongue." 

Kate and Allie ignored him as they stripped off their coats. All either of them wore underneath were thigh high stockings and boots. Kate's bright white tan lines were in deep contrast to her bronze tan and Allie's honey color. Allie had no tan lines at all, which just added to her mystic as the Nordic Queen. 

"What keeps you two bitch's from freezing, running around dressed like that?" Jack asked in wonder.

"We have our ways," Allie said with a catty smile. "It's a girl/girl thing and you wouldn't understand."

"Oh, I've seen the two of you in action enough to have a pretty good idea," Jack shot back at her.

"Hey George, why don't you get that doorknob of a dick out of the way and let me sit on Lena's face," Kate said. Her voice and smile might have been taken for teasing but she was dead serious and everyone knew it. 

Lena slipped George's big dick out of her mouth and said, "Only after you let him fuck you with this doorknob." From all that Lena had gathered, Kate was a virgin. "Who knows, you might actually like it." She added with a grin.

"Yeah, right, when hell freezes over," Kate replied. 

With a straight face, Jack said, "From that breeze you two let in, that might be later tonight." 

"When hell freezes over that big club you call a dick will break off under its own weight," Allie told him.

"Not if I keep it in this nice warm pussy, it won't," Jack replied as he flexed his hips, his dick moving easily in and out of Lorrie. The entrance to her sex could be seen clinging to his shaft on the outstroke and being forced inward as he pushed forward. 

"Damn, you're ruining a great piece of pussy," Kate said, whining again.

Lorrie shivered and then grunted softly, "Oh no he's not!" 

When Jack grabbed her hips and rammed his dick in and out a couple of times, she whispered loudly, "Oh yeah baby, make it hurt so good." With a groan, she dropped her head back to her sister's sex and rammed her tongue home.

Lena gasped loudly at the sudden intrusion and then sighed deeply, "I love it when you do that."

"She'd love it even more if you'd return the flavor. I mean favor," Kate said.

Lena looked at her with dreamy eyes. "One of these days I just might."

"How about tonight?" Allie asked with a mischievous grin.

Lorrie's nose was bumping her sister's clit again and her tongue was touching the g-spot that was always just out of reach of Lena's own fingers. Lena arched up and groaned loudly as she started to come. Knowing the two lesbians were watching just made it that much more satisfying. 

"Left out again," George muttered to himself.

Kate told him. "Then go fuck Jack." 

"I would, but he's not that way. His rear end is exit only."

"You got that right," Jack said between ragged breaths. He was pounding into Lorrie and both were very near to orgasm.

Lena was well into a second soul-shattering climax by the time Lorrie yelled as her orgasm took off. As usual, her tongue went even wilder than ever, driving Lena higher and higher. Jack's grunts and groans as he came mixed in last but not least.

"Gross!" Kate said with a look of repulsion.

"Lorrie doesn't think so," Allie whispered to her girlfriend. 

Allie had been with a man, a man she had married, and a man who had hurt her bad in many ways. Even so, she still wasn't down on men nearly as bad as Kate. Allie wondered about that and had asked her but never got a straight answer.

As Lena's second orgasm slacked off, she reached up and grabbed George's dick. George leaned forward as she pulled it toward her mouth and groaned loudly as she swallowed him completely. She didn't do that often but tonight she was in the mood.

Jack and Lorrie rolled over on their sides and cuddled spoon fashion. Kate made a dive for Lena's muff but she slammed her legs together and groaned around the mass of meat in her mouth. 

Lorrie laughed and grabbed Kate's hips, her tongue zeroing in on her upturned ass. Now it was Kate's turn to groan as Lorrie's long slender tongue speared into her pussy. She moved her knees wider apart and lowered her head to rest it on Lena's calves.

Allie grinned and walked over to sit straddling Lena's thighs, her legs spread wide, and her sex right in front of her girlfriend's face. "Since Lena's obviously not interested, take your frustration out on this," She said as she moved forward. Allie lifted her hips slightly to rub her wet sex all over Kate's face.

Being between Lorrie's tongue and Allie's sweet pussy had Kate withering and moaning in no time flat. Being bitchy and whinny may have been part of her make up but once she was turned on, she had a ravenous appetite for sex. She got wild and very aggressive toward other women and right now that woman was the pussy riding her face.

A loud yell from George and a deep groan from Lena marked George's climax. His hips were bucking and he was trying to stuff his dick down her throat, which only made Lena come all the harder and to suck even more greedily. Lena had an oral fixation of her own, that most didn't realize, but George had figured it out a long time ago.

With all the hot sex going on in front of him, Jack's dick was well on the way to being hard as nails again. He took a long slow stroke in Lorrie's sopping wet pussy and sighed, as she pushed back against him at the bottom of the stroke. Her pussy might be small and tight but it took all of him with ease, something that most women found hard to do.

The fuck, suck, and lick fest was now in full swing with all members well lubed and accounted for. 

*****

Kate was well into her forth or fifth orgasm and Allie wasn't far behind, especially since Lena had sat up and was playing with her breasts so nicely. Lena's nibbling on her neck had her shivering on the verge of another orgasm as Lorrie gave out with a muffled yell and lifted her head. 

Jack's dick was driving into her at a frantic rate and she was about to explode. Jack wasn't far behind and when he did, they both let out loud yells. Their hips pausing and then making sharp short jerking motions that made their orgasms arch that much higher. They fell over on their sides in the spoon position and stayed that way.

Kate was still on her knees with her ass lifted and her face was plastered to Allie's pussy. Allie was coming her brains out from the sights and sounds of Lorrie and Jack, plus the tongue on her clit and the hands on her boobs. She had twisted enough so she could kiss Lena.

A moment later, there was a loud yell from Kate. Allie's head snapped around to see George on his back with his face buried in Kate's pussy. George's tongue wasn't long but it was thick, wide, and strong. He had eaten Allie out several times after Kate and Lorrie had had enough. He was good at it and that tongue of his felt oh so good.

It wasn't long before Kate abandoned Allie and was sitting up, rubbing her pussy against George's face. She was yelling out another sharp, long drawn out orgasm. Lena kissed Allie's neck and shifted her body. 

"I need to get up," Leans whispered in Allie's ear. Allie rose up to her knees and Lena got out from under her.

Lena kissed Allie's neck again and whispered, "I see a seat that's not taken, and I have this empty spot that needs filling."

Allie chuckled as Lena knee walked around to straddle George's hips. His fat thick dick was hard and Lena was going to get her some. Lena lifted it up and rubbed the head along her slit and over her wet opening. Once the head was slippery with her juices, she lined it up on her vagina and slowly lowered her hips.

Her eyes got wide and her lips formed a silent O as the huge head forced it's way inside. She held still a moment and then added weight to their connection. She groaned loudly and her eyes closed as more of the thick shaft filled her. When it wouldn't go in anymore, she lifted her hips until just the head was still inside.

When she lowered her hips again, she could feel her clit being trapped and sliding against his hot shaft. She shivered and moaned loudly. As her movement stopped just short of his thighs, she quickly rose up and then sat down hard. She was coming like mad before her ass met his thighs. George gave out with a loud groan of his own that was muffled drastically by Kate's pussy.

Kate yelled and grabbed a handful of George's long hair, her hips going wild as she came again. Allie grinned and watched her girlfriend closely. She wondered when Kate was going to realize whose face she was riding and what the result would be.

Lena sat on George's dick, her hips jerking and twitching, her breath coming in loud sobbing gulps. Every time she impaled herself like that, it almost killed her with the intensity of her orgasm. She gave her body a second to rest and her pussy a moment to adjust and then she was fucking herself on George in full strokes that had her coming and coming and coming. 

Allie watched Lena for a second and marveled at the fact that George's fat dick would even fit inside her. From the look on her face, Lena was coming like crazy. Allie wondered what that dick would feel like in her own pussy. A shiver ran up and down her spine.

Kate was suddenly yelling like there was no tomorrow again as she reached another peak and then she slowly fell forward into Allie's arms. Allie grinned, rolled her girlfriend off to the side, and kissed her lips softly. Kate mumbled incoherently and then sighed. She was out like a light.

Allie smiled and then let out a sigh of her own. When she looked back at George and Lena, Lena was sitting still except for the shiver and quake of her hips. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open as she breathed hard and raggedly. Her hands were on her breasts and she was rolling and pinching her nipples hard.

George had his hands on Lena's hips and his breathing was short and fast. Allie moved over to straddle George's head. She leaned over to kiss Lena as she lowered her pussy to George's mouth. That thick hot tongue of his speared deep into her tight pussy and she came immediately, her hips jerking and continuing to fuck herself on it. 

Her hands replaced Lena's on Lena's breasts and she felt Lena's hands grabbing hers. She moaned loudly into Lena's mouth and continued to come. George now had a hold on her hips and was tongue fucking her like mad. Again the thought of his fat dick in her pussy flashed across Allie's mind and her orgasm shot up in intensity.

*****

Allie didn't remember getting off George's face or curling up with Lena, but that's how she woke up. Lorrie's head was again between Lena's wide spread thighs and Jack was sitting at the end of the bed leaning back against the footboard. His big dick was hard and standing up against his lower belly as he watched Lorrie eat out her sister.

With a sigh and then a sharp groan, Allie sat up. She was sore in muscles that she didn't know she had earlier. That was the one thing about these weekly sessions that got to her. She exercised regularly but she still found muscles that needed more work. Sex was great exercise as well as being very pleasurable.

Jack's hand went to his dick and he stroked it slowly as he grinned at Allie. Allie smiled back at him and shook her head. He shrugged and turned his eyes back to Lorrie. Allie's gaze followed his. She wondered if George had climaxed in Lena and if so, was Lorrie licking it out. The thought would have grossed Kate out but it intrigued Allie.

Allie remembered a lot about what sex with a man was like. She had loved the feel of a hot dick sliding up into her and the taste of a dick in her mouth. She had loved the hot spray of cum in her pussy and the hot salty taste in her mouth. What went along with it was what had turned her off.

She had loved the really nice guy she married but soon afterwards it all changed. He became possessive, jealous, and cruel. He beat her, raped her, tortured her, and then, at the end, he had had a bunch of his buddies over to gangbang her. Afterwards, he had beaten her nearly to death calling her a slut, a whore, and a tramp.

By the time she got out of the hospital, he had filed for divorce and left the state taking everything they owned with him. She filed charges but his friends from the gangbang had given him an airtight alibi and the cops had nothing to do but drop the case.

That had been ten years ago when she was only twenty. With nowhere to go and no money she had ended up in a woman's shelter. She had had an affair with her roommate there and that had given her some confidence and some sexual relief away from men. She had moved on with a good job and slowly built her life back, but she still sought out women for sex and comfort.

Allie's eyes wandered over to Kate who was curled up on the far side of the big bed. She was a good girlfriend but she was getting awfully possessive and a general pain in the neck. Her hatred of men was a little too much, most of the time. Allie didn't hate men, she was afraid of them. Her husband had scared and scarred her for life.

That didn't mean that she didn't think about them, she just didn't act on it. Her eyes moved to George, who was sprawled out flat on his back. His short thick dick was hard and laying on his lower belly. His face was a mess she realized with a smile. She wondered how much of it was hers and how much was Kate's.

Her eyes moved back to his dick and she shivered as mental pictures of it disappearing into Lena flashed across her mind. Allie had been fucked with dildos and more than one strap-on over the years but there had always been something missing. It was the heat and the throb of a pulse. She shivered again.

Kate didn't own a dildo, much less a strap-on. She was a virgin and nothing bigger than a finger was ever used in lovemaking. Allie missed that full feeling and began fantasizing about being filled like she had never been before. The thought of that hot fat dick sliding slowly into her pussy made her whimper softly.

When she did, George looked up at her. "Are you alright?" He asked softly.

Allie nodded and quickly turned her gaze to Lorrie and her sister. Lena was moaning softly and flexing her hips as Lorrie's mouth and tongue worked at her sex. Again Allie wondered if George had cum inside Lena as her eyes went to Lorrie's upturned butt. She knew Jack had filled Lorrie at least twice.




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With a soft moan, Allie came up to her knees and moved over behind Lorrie. Maybe she could get these thoughts about George off her mind if she.... Allie broke that thought off and without allowing herself to think anymore, she buried her face in Lorrie's pussy. Her tongue swirled around Lorrie's sopping wet opening and then drove home. Both women groaned loudly. 

Jack's taste was salty and strong on and in Lorrie. Allie savored it and licked wildly, her mind someplace and on someone else. She wanted to taste George but this would have to do for the moment. She didn't dare try sucking his dick or she would end up fucking him. She knew this with all of her being.

Lena was into her second orgasm and Lorrie was deep into her first, when a tongue stabbed into Allie's pussy. It was hot, thick, and strong. She was coming in an instant and attacking Lorrie for all she was worth. This just drove Lorrie even farther up the wall of her orgasm and deeper into Lena's pussy.

A minute or so later, Lorrie lifted her head from between her sisters legs and moved forward to collapse on top of her. With Lorrie out of the way, Allie lowered her head to the bed and wiggled her ass back against the intruding tongue in her pussy. She groaned loudly as the tongue went in even deeper.

George ate Allie to three mind numbing orgasms in a very short time. He hadn't touched her clit, he had just tongue fucked her as hard and deep as he could. His neck and jaw muscles were beginning to throb and ache. 

He always enjoyed eating Allie and loved the way he could make her come but tonight there was something different. She was so into the stabbing of his tongue and the way her ass was pushing back and rotating, he could almost swear that she was ready to fuck. Anytime he moved his tongue away from her sopping wet sweet opening, she would yell until he moved it back.

Finally his jaw couldn't take anymore and he sat back, working his jaw and neck trying to loosen them up. Allie yelled and shook her ass; she was out of control and knew it. 

Jack sensed it too and whispered to George, "Fuck her, that's what she wants."

"Hey man, I know her history and so do you. I don't want to do anything to hurt her, I like her to much to fuck up a friendship over a piece of ass." George said.

Through a whining moan, Allie almost yelled, "Shut up and fuck me." 

"Well, I'll be dipped." George said more to himself than anyone else, as he came up on his knees behind her.

He pressed his hard-on into the crack of her ass and she gasped loudly from its heat. He grasped her hips and rubbed his shaft up and down the warm cleft. Leaning over he placed his mouth close to her ear and asked in a whisper, "Are you sure about this? I don't want you to do anything you'll regret later."

"Fuck me, please fuck me." Allie whispered back. "Be gentle and easy, it's been a long time."

George straightened up and rubbed his manhood against her ass some more. His hand was trembling as he moved his hips back and reached for his dick. Lorrie was by his elbow and smiled up at him as she leaned over and sucked his dick into her mouth. When she removed it, it was slick and shiny with her saliva. 

"That should help." She whispered before moving back over to sit by her sister.

Everyone but Kate who was still asleep was watching as George rubbed the head of his dick over Allie's slit and then over her wet slippery opening. He took a deep breath and pressed the head against her hot tightness. It slowly squeezed into the opening. Allie threw her head back and shook it.

George paused there and held a steady pressure, just enough to hold himself in place. Allie's ass started to move up and down slowly and his dick slipped deeper inside. They both groaned loudly, George from the feel of her velvety hot tightness and her from the stretching of places that hadn't been stretched in a long, long time. His dick felt so hot and so good.

The slow bob of Allie's hips was all the motion there was for nearly a minute and then that ceased also. About half of George's dick was buried inside Allie and she was totally lost in the feeling. She could feel his pulse and the walls of her vagina rippling along his length. 

She savored the feeling for a moment and then moved her hips forward, pulling him slowly out until just the bulb shaped head was inside her. She sighed and then pushed back against him. His shaft went in easier and quicker than before, which made her suck in a sharp breath. Her clit rubbed on his shaft and sent a shock of pleasure along her nerves.

Allie was motionless except for the trembling in her hips. The memory of her wedding night flooded through her and she moaned softly. This felt very similar but without the pain of her hymen being broken. She sighed and moved back forward. 

When she pushed back this time, George moved slightly forward to meet her. Her ass touched his hips and she gave a sharp yell. George froze thinking he had hurt her. She didn't though, she moved forward and then pushed back harder than before. He was filling her completely and her clit was being rubbed so deliciously that Allie knew she would come very shortly. Frankly, she was surprised she hadn't already.

George held still with his hips pressed tightly to Allies firm ass. He couldn't believe he was seated completely in her or how easily she had taken him. She had felt tighter than Lena at first, but had adjusted quicker. Right now, her inner muscles were massaging his whole shaft, her hot wetness playing hell with his control. Once he started to fuck her, it wouldn't be long before he lost it.

Allie shifted her hips up and then back. George took this as a signal that she was ready. He got a grip on her hips and pulled his dick out until just the head was inside. He quickly reversed directions and pressed his manhood home. Allie gasped loudly on the outward stroke and then shook all over on the way in. 

Now it was all or nothing, George thought, as he took up a steady rhythm with his hips. It wasn't long until the sound of his hips spanking her ass filled the room. Allie had her head back down on the bed and she was pushing back to meet him on each stroke. She was strangely quiet, except for a deep growling in her chest. A sound George had never heard her make before.

George knew she was coming from the spasms and flood of juices around his dick. The fact that he had cum twice earlier was the only thing that had kept him from coming already. Even so, he could feel his climax building. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered what would happen when he did. He would soon find out.

Allie made a low wailing sound and slammed back against him, her pussy trying to crush him. That was all it took for him to go off like a rocket, spraying her insides with jet after jet of hot sperm. Allie came up on her arms and ground her sex on and against him as her orgasm went through the roof. The fact she hadn't came this hard since her honeymoon flashed across her brain and she literally roared with a pleasure that was almost pain.

George felt like he had his dick in a velvet lined vice and someone was applying a blowtorch to it. He was being crushed and roasted all at one time. He had never felt anything like it.

Allie slowly collapsed and took George with her. He had no choice in the matter, as he wanted to keep the part of his anatomy she was still holding onto so tightly. Her head was on Lena's thigh only inches from her pussy. Lena slowly stroked her friend's sweat drenched hair and grinned at George as he groaned and slowly rolled over to lie flat on his back.

Pulling his dick out of Allie had been like pulling the cork out of a wine bottle, except for the pop at the end. She had shivered and moaned softly as he did. He was ready to die or sleep for a week whichever came first.

Lena knew what that short fat dick could do to a pussy, especially a small round short one like hers or Allie's. It trapped the girl's clit tightly and then rubbed it on the inward stroke and released it on the outward. With the steady even pounding of his hips the pleasure built and built, and then suddenly discharged throughout your body. Only then it would start to build again, over and over and over again. 

"Wow!" Jack whispered. "I think she knocked old George's lights completely out, as well as her own."

Lorrie chuckled and nodded. "Looks that way, doesn't it." She glanced over at the sleeping form of Kate and added, "I wonder what she's going to think when she finds out about it this?"

Lena shook her head and whispered, "I don't want to be around." 

Jack laughed and whispered, "You've got that right."

His hand went to his hard dick and he asked, "Anyone want one more before we break up this week's meeting?"

With a grin, Lorrie started to say something but Lena cut her off. "Sure I'll take it."

Lorrie looked at her sister sharply, she usually left Jacks big dick alone, other than to suck on the head or tease him with her hands. When Lena saw the curious look, she smiled and whispered, "I have something special in store for you. After watching Allie, I feel like it's the right time."

Lena looked over at Jack and said, "You just take it easy with that monster. George's got me loosened up but only so far in. Besides I don't want that thing sticking out of my mouth while I eat Lorrie."

"What!" Jack and Lorrie said at the same time.

"Tonight we come full circle in more ways than one," Lena said to her sister as she glanced down at Allie.

"Come is definitely going to be the word for it," Lorrie whispered more to herself that anyone else.

"I know what you mean, Sis. I figure that big dick of Jack's is going to hurt me so good and with my face stuffed in your pussy, I won't be able to yell loud enough to wake the dead or Kate for that matter."

Turning to Jack, Lena said, "It'd better only hurt good. If it hurts bad, I'm going to rip it off and beat you to death with it."

Jack looked at her sharply and then at Lorrie as Lorrie said, "You better believe her because I'll help."

Swallowing hard, Jack whispered, "I'll take it easy, I promise."

"You better," Lorrie said as she moved over to find an open area on a bed crowded with passed out bodies. 

She sat with her legs wide apart, her mind in a whirl at the thought of what her sister intended to do. After a deep shuddery breath Lorrie whispered, "Come here baby, on your hands and knees, right here in front of me. He can snack on your little pussy while I get you started on mine. It won't take long for me to come after all this time of waiting, believe me."

"Do I stop or keep on, if you do come quickly?" Lena asked softly.

"Just keep on keeping on baby, I know I will." Her sister answered with a laugh.

Lena knelt in front of her sister and slowly lowered her face until it was only inches away from her pussy. Softly she whispered, "I'm.... I'm not sure exactly what to do."

Lorrie stroked her sister's hair and replied, "Just do what you like done to you, and everything will work out nicely. Take it slow and easy, I'll be coming the minute your tongue touches me anyway."

Lena leaned forward and paused as her sister leaned back on her elbows and relaxed. She took a deep breath through her nose and shivered at the sweet earthy smell of the pussy only a fraction of an inch from her nose. She blew out the breath slowly and saw her sister's hips shiver from the warm air against her sex.

Jack's tongue made a long swipe from Lena's slit to her tailbone. She groaned loudly and then took a shy quick lick at her sister's clit. Lorrie gasped and lifted her hips, pressing her pussy against Lena's face. Lena moaned and attacked her sister in wild abandon. Lorrie yelled and was coming long and hard, her hands tangled in Lena's short hair as she ground her pussy on her sister's face.

With a grin, Jack sat back on his heels to watch. The expression on Lorrie's face was a mask of lust and pleasure. Jack wondered if it was as good as Lorrie's fantasies had always made it out to be. From the way she was coming and thrusting her hips up, it must have been damned good.

What Lena lacked in technique and expertise, she made up for in general eagerness. She licked, sucked, and tongued her sister's pussy passionately, trying to make Lorrie feel as good as she had always made Lena feel. The way her hips were bouncing around made the task harder but it showed Lena that Lorrie was enjoying the hell out of it.

The head of Jack's dick pressing against Lena's opening made her jerk and then gasp as it slipped inside. She groaned loudly into her sister's pussy as it went in to the point that George had reached and then she groaned louder as it went a little farther. It hurt so good that she wiggled her ass from side to side.

When Jack started to fuck her, going a little deeper on each stroke, she started to come, and come hard. Her tongue, mouth, and lips went even wilder on her sister's sex, which drove Lorrie even farther up the wall. Lena knew that feeling well and she loved it. She stabbed her tongue deep into her sister's vagina and wiggled it around like a mad snake. 

Her tongue was nearly as long as Lorrie's but thicker. Lorrie yelled loudly and thrashed around on the bed like crazy. Lena grabbed her hips and hung on. Jack's hips smacked Lena's ass and now it was her turn to yell as her orgasm shot skyward. He was all the way in, her brain was screaming.

The madly thrashing threesome had the other three people on the bed sitting up and taking notice. George had this shocked expression on his face from Lena's head being between Lorrie's legs and Jack having his dick planted solidly to the hilt in Lena's pussy. 

Allie was grinning like crazy as she said, "Get you some girl."

Kate whispered, "Well, I'll be damned. She's actually doing it. There's hope for her yet."

George looked at Kate and whispered, "This now makes three bi women in the group. Looks like you're odd man out."

Kate's head snapped around and her eyes zeroed in on Allie. "What the hell does he mean by that?" She asked.

"Well, uh--." Allie was cut off by a wild yelling scream from Lena and a loud grunting groan from Jack announcing their arrival at heaven. 

Everyone's attention returned to the threesome as Lena crawled forward to collapse on top of her sister and Jack followed her. Jack was trying to hold his weight up on his shaking arms but not having much luck. He groaned loudly again as he lifted his hip and extracted his dick from the death grip that Lena had on it. 

Lena gave a loud yell and then sighed as Jack collapsed next to her and her sister. Lorrie had been out of it for at least a couple of minutes before Jack came deep in Lena's tight pussy. Lena had seen stars, moons, and fireworks on the back of her eyelids and now all she wanted to do was sleep.

"Now that's one hell of a way to end the night," George whispered softly.

Allie chuckled and nodded. "Damned straight it is."

"You slut!" Kate yelled at Allie.

Allie didn't say a word for nearly a minute and then she whispered, "Just whose face did you think you were riding after Lorrie and Jack went boom? The face and tongue that knocked your little ass out."

Kate looked at her sharply and she opened her mouth to speak. She paused, closed her mouth, and then looked confused. 

George laughed and said, "Tada!"

Kate got a stricken look on her face and yelled, "No way!"

Lena sighed and said, "Yes, way, I sat there and watched it all. You were coming your brains out with George's big old tongue stuffed up in that little old virgin pussy of yours, so get over it."

The sound of the door slamming made everyone jump and Allie looked around quickly. Kate was gone. With a deep sigh she looked at George and said, "I think I'm going to need a ride home and some help moving tomorrow."

"No problem," George replied. "I know of at least four people that will give you a hand."

Lorrie sighed deeply from her place under Lena. "It looks like we're going to need a new member for our little group."

"Another guy maybe," Allie heard herself saying as she moved over to snuggle up with Lena and Lorrie.

"Someone with a smaller dick," Lena said and then giggled.

"What for?" Jack asked as he cuddled up on the opposite side from Allie.

"She's always had this fantasy," Lorrie whispered as she stroked her sister's face. 

"Let me guess" George said as he snuggled up spoon fashion behind Allie. "It has something to do with your ass."

Lena giggled and nodded her head against her sister's breast.

Jack ran his hand over Lena's ass. "I might just know the right guy for that. He dated my sister for a while and she was always complaining that he liked anal better than anything."

"Invite him to lunch on Monday so we can check him out," Allie replied and then yawned. 

George yawned as well. "I officially call this night done."

"You've got that right," Lorrie sighed. "I'm exhausted. Totally satisfied but exhausted."

"I think we all are," Lena mumbled.

"Uh huh," Jack whispered sleepily.



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The sound of dozen groups crowding into the living room filled the air as the pale brunette tilted back the dixie cup and swallowed as quickly as she could. The sight of the voluptuous beauty grimacing as she swallowed set off the imaginations of the men who witnessed the young woman finishing the stiff drink.

"Ahh!" she gasped as the last few drops escaped down the side of her mouth. Wiping the sleeve of her office shirt across her mouth, Kat flailed blindly for the cup of orange juice that her friend, Jake, held. He watched her struggle for a moment before sighing, putting his plastic cup in the path of her grasping hand.

"Happy Birthday Kat," he offered wryly as she took his cup and set to finishing it off as well.

"It's your birthday? Really? How old are you?" asked one of the smaller frat kids that had wandered over towards the little group a moment earlier, his eyes conspicuously stuck somewhere between her mouth and her cleavage. She raised a finger in response, stalling for a moment, and finished off the sweet orange chaser with the same gusto she had polished off her last drink. Jake's mouth widened with a big, unmistakeable yawn in response.

"It's a running joke our mutual friend started awhile back. Whenever Kat goes out, she drinks like she just hit legal age. We also have a bet about how long it'll take for her to stop getting carded as well. I'm betting at least another decade, personally," he added. His eyes wandered around the room, checking out familiar faces and unfamiliar figures. In response, the 'birthday girl' lowered the one finger she had been holding up and rotated her hand slightly as she raised another, flipping him the bird. Finishing off the rest of the cup with a slight shrug, Kat made no further comment. Refusing to acknowledge his existence, she handed Jake back the empty cup without a glance, which he accepted after a moment, reluctantly.

"So. . . do you go to school around here?" asked the newest addition to the group. He looked at her with absolute captivation, and in return, with barely a word spoken between them, Kat's brilliant blue eyes shone with a certain. . . wildness. She tucked back a loose, tangled strand of hair behind one ear, highlighting the spattering of freckles that ran across her face with her nose as the centerpiece.

"Here we go," Jake muttered under his breath, shaking his head as the scene played out in front of him.

"No, I'm actually here with someone," explained the kid, who although looking like he'd barely started shaving, unabashedly ran his eyes over the curvy freshman's body.

"Who?" Kat asked, taking a half-step closer, flashing him a brilliant, promising smile.

"Oh-kay, so we're going to leave. Nice to meet you. . . whoever you are," Jake said, awkwardly stepping between what narrow space remained between the two as he slung a protective arm around Kat's shoulder, directing her away. 

"My name's Erik!" the kid spoke up behind them. In response, Jake just glanced back at him as they passed, staring at him the way he would a circus attraction.

"What are you doing?! We were just talking," Kat squawked indignantly as he pulled her away. She tried to dig in her heels to slow him down, but every time she tried, he just continued walking forward. She was a full head shorter than him, and he was significantly wider.

"Of course," he said, his voice lacking all conviction.

"Are you sure you weren't just getting jealous," she teased, changing gears and falling bodily again him when they stopped at the kitchen. He was looking for a familiar face in the crowd and he caught her instinctively, automatically concerned that she might fall onto the carpet. She felt light warm in his hands, and for a split second he wondered what she might feel like, naked, pressed again him. . .

"No. . . of course not," he said, caught off guard at the question and wondering if he was being honest as he tried to ignore the sudden twinge of desire that surged through him. He had always thought Kat was attractive, it had been months since he had last had sex and, most importantly, he had been so busy the last few weeks that he had barely had the time and energy to jer-

"Not even a little?" she asked, lightly pressing herself against him as she breathed the words towards him with full, inviting lips. He suddenly found himself staring down into those wild, dancing eyes, as her lips parted slightly as she moved towards him. His heart started thudding as he fought the sudden urge to pull her against him, to push her up against a wall, and figure out if her lips were as soft and as delicious as they looked. Another undeniable surge of desire coursed through him as he stood there, holding her in his arms for a moment longer than necessary before taking a hesitant step back.

"I think we need to get you home. Wait here for. . . a second," he suggested, speaking more to himself than her as he looked away from her with an effort, continuing to look for their mutual friend, Janice. He found her striking red hair standing out amongst a small crowd of sloppily dressed college kids, swaying gently in time to the music. Taller and skinnier than her friend Kat, she stood out.

"Janice? Janice! Remember how you warned me about how Kat gets when she's drinking? Well, she's there. You should probably start thinking about giving her a ride home before she starts thinking about giving somebody a ride," he explained in a rush, hand gently cupping her arm to get her attention. She took a moment to turn away from the group to face him.

"I told you. Okay though, I could use some fresh air," she said, flashing him a sweet, brilliant smile as she swayed a few steps closer towards him. 

"Wait, are you okay to drive?" he asked, trying to keep his tone light despite the seriousness of the question as he stopped her, steadying her. Her cheerful, bubbly smile was infectious though, and he found his grin widening after a few moments, despite his concerns.

"Of course! I've only had. . . a couple of drinks," she burped, slurring slightly. What worried him was that she was entirely too enthusiastic about driving as she fished around inside her purse for her keys. Jake immediately pictured the front of her car wrapped around a tree in the middle of nowhere, windshield cobwebbed and bloody, engine lights flickering in the darkness as the hood smoked. He groaned despite himself, having a vivid flashback of his own close call with a drunk driver last year.

"Uh, actually, I think I'll just drop her off quick and head back if that's alright with you," he proposed, exchanging the empty cup he had been carrying for her car keys. She stared at the cup with a mixture of puzzlement and confusion for a moment, furrowing her brow in thought before her attention, and brilliant smile, returned.

"Okay, well thank you! You know which car is mine, right?" she asked.

"Yeah, considering you drove us here I think I can find it again," he quipped, grinning.

"Oh shut up! I just wanted to make sure," she said, shoving him gently as she laughed.

"I'll be back soon. Text me if anything interesting happens," he said, turning to move away.

"Don't be long. I'll miss you," she said, abruptly throwing her arms around him for an unexpected hug that took him by surprise. Her sizeable breasts pressed fully against his arm, and he returned the hug, awkwardly, a moment later, ignoring the displeased looks from the pack of guys gathered around her. Jake reveled in the moment without trying to seem like he was reveling in the moment, smelling the sharp waft of grapefruit shampoo in her hair and the sweet smell of her perfume. There was a moment, just a moment, when she pulled away and they were looking at each other that he thought he might've been able to kiss her and get away with it, and then the moment passed. 

"I'll miss you, too. Be right back," he responded, a little more solemnly than he'd intended as he flashed another smile back at her over his shoulder and walked away. He wasn't surprised to find that Kat had wandered away from where he had left her, and after a bit of searching he found her outside on the porch. She was finishing off another drink and supporting herself as she did by fairly hanging off a giant paunchy white kid named Greg surrounded by a group of his similarly sized friends he had seen around a few times before. 

Jake wasn't sure about what he had missed as Greg confidently pulled Kat against him by the small of her back, smiling with half-hooded eyes as hers flared open. His hand travelled down past her shirt and rested on the seat of her pants, his fingers dimpling the fabric slightly. His mouth moved closer towards hers, and she glanced away, looking uncertain and off-put.

Jake sighed heavily as he approached the group, a sense of dread building in his gut.

"What could go wrong?" he muttered, and then paused midstep as a thought struck him. Quickly, he slipped on his glasses, rolled the sleeves of his button up shirt back down over his forearms, tucked in his shirt, and plastered a wide, overly sincere smile onto his face as he wandered towards Beauty and the Beast. He was almost touching them when he finally spoke up.

"Kat? Honey? Who are your friends?" he asked, sounding as genuinely curious as he could.

Kat glanced back when she heard her name, and then did a brief double take when she saw the glasses. Then the familiar, mischievous gleam entered her eye again as she looked at him. She quickly pulled away from Greg's grabby hands, who was looking at Jake with an expression somewhere between guilt, confusion, and barely suppressed amusement, along with the rest of his friends. Jake was half a foot shorter than Greg, though far more muscular, but managed to look completely unimposing as the office-friendly, domesticated version of himself.

"Baby, I'm so happy you made it!" she squealed, with what Jake considered a little too much enthusiasm before she fairly vaulted herself onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck and squeezing him tightly as she tangled her legs around his waist. To his even greater surprise, her soft, sparkling lips quickly found his, and she kissed him with a passionate hunger that took him by surprise. He was just as taken aback as Greg and his friends as she bit and pulled on his lower lip before pulling back, staring directly into his eyes with raw, carnal desire. Remembering what he was doing, he hugged her in return for a moment before sliding his hands down the sides of her body, making a show of tentatively squeezing her ass before turning and shuffling away with her still hanging on. 

The group surrounding Greg started laughing and talking amongst themselves as he left, but he tried not to focus on what they were saying. They didn't sound angry about his intrusion, and more importantly they weren't chucking beer bottles and slurs after him. Halfway down the driveway, when he decided they were in the clear, he muttered to Kat.

"Okay, you can stop the show and come down now," he said quietly, in his normal rumbling baritone, wanting her to stop squeezing his neck.

"Show?" she giggled, giving his ear a little nip as she started to untangle herself. She ran her nails through his closely cropped curly hair before she dropped to the ground beside him with a graceful wobble.

"You know, one day you're going to get yourself in trouble," he quipped, one side of his mouth quirked up in a grin as he concentrated on the way his ear tingled. He found himself watching Kat more closely now, especially the way her hips and juicy ass swayed in the well-worn, tight-fitting jeans as she walked in front of him. She just shrugged nonchalantly in response.

"So you're going to give me a quick ride?" she asked, giving him a look over her shoulder. The comment was far too innocent as they approached the gleaming black SUV, and he immediately imagined bending her over the hood of the car.

"Of course," he replied, his grin on full display as he unlocked the car. He could still taste her on his lips, and his ear still tingled where she had nipped him. His thoughts kept returning to how light she had felt wrapped around him.

"You're a bad person, you know that. Don't you know how drunk I am?" she asked, dramatically flopping onto the roof of the car.

"Please. I've seen you drunk, Kat" he replied, rolling his eyes as he walked past her and slid into the driver seat.

"And you know how I get, right? That's probably why you jumped at the chance to give me a ride home. Goddamn pervert," she continued cheerfully, bouncing off the hood of the car and crawling into the passenger seat beside him. An intoxicating waft of perfume, sweat, and alcohol followed her into the enclosed area as she shut the door.

"Never crossed my mind," he lied, his grin a little more forced than usual as they pulled away from the curb. He rolled down his window and took a deep breath of fresh night air as they started across town towards her apartment.

"You're a bad liar, you know," she responded, glancing over at him as she did.

He shrugged in response. After a long, pregnant moment, he glanced over at her.

"Alright, so the thought has crossed my mind," he confessed into the silence, trying to sound casual as his heart thumped nervously in his chest.

"Pfft. You're so not my type," she snorted, looking out her window as she crossed her arms under her breasts.

"Racist," he replied immediately, trying to casually play off the sting of rejection.

"Dick. I was going to say you're too nice, but apparently not," she said, smiling brilliantly as she looked over at him, brushing a loose bang out of her face.

A thought struck Jake, and he burst out laughing at her comment, clutching the driver's wheel as he did. Kat looked at him with concern.

"Huh? What?" she asked, confused.

"Sorry, you just reminded me of something," he apologized, dabbing at an eye with the back of his sleeve when he finally settled down.

"A few weeks ago I was hooking up with this girl. She was the ex-girlfriend of one of my former buddies – it's a long story. So anyways, I asked her if she wanted to use a condom, and she said no. I was pretty sure she was clean, and long story short we ended up fucking on my bed. She's groaning, moaning, and pulling on the bed sheets while I'm fucking her from behind. She was super tight and wet and everything, and since it'd been a little while for me I came really, really hard inside of her when she came, because her pussy clamped down on me. It happened so fast that I didn't get a chance to really warn her, though. It just kind of happened, and she didn't realize what I'd done until a minute later, when she noticed that I was getting soft, and she was dripping onto my sheets."

Kat watched him as he talked. He glanced over at her from time to time in between concentrating on the road. Traffic was sparse this late at night, fortunately.

"Anyways, so she asks if I came inside her, and I say yes, of course. She looked really sad and mentioned that she had been saving that for someone special. When she said that, I just burst out laughing and it totally killed whatever mood there had been," he concluded.

They drove in silence for a short time until Kat spoke.

"That's what made you laugh so hard?" she asked, disbelief in her voice.

"I just found it funny that I have this completely undeserved reputation as this super nice guy. You're not the first person to say that, either. I'm really not, though," he admitted, in total seriousness, his confession accompanied by a shrug.

"You're an asshole!" she exclaimed, sounding oddly cheerful as she passed judgment.

"I mean, I try to be polite to people though, so I guess I've got that going for me," he continued, ignoring her comment. He felt a little uncomfortable in the ensuing silence, and he kept his eyes firmly fixed on the road until he noticed her shifting slightly in her seat.

"Something wrong?" he asked, using one hand to look for the temperature control on the dashboard and wondering when she had last gone to the bathroom.

"No I just. . . it's nothing. Don't worry about it," she said, sounding a little muffled, as if she were biting her lip. She squirmed in her seat.

"What? What is it?" he asked, curious and concerned.

"You have no idea how turned on I am right now," she admitted finally, breathily, embarrassed. 

"Huh?" he asked dumbly, glancing over at her. Her hand was neatly tucked between her thighs. He realized what she had been doing and was dumbfounded. He had just thought that she was cold, or had poor circulation. . . or something.

"Really?" he asked, looking over at her in complete and utter astonishment. The car swerved slightly in response, and Jake was suddenly grateful that there were no cars near them. She stared at him with hooded eyes, making a pitiful mewling sound in the back of her throat as she wrenched her hand out from between her thighs.

"So. . . you're wet?" he asked, trying to sound conversational. His heart was starting to pound in his chest as he thought back to how her body had felt wrapped around his, how her lips had felt and tasted when she kissed him. His fingers felt tingly, slightly numb. It had been a long time since he had felt this pent up. A part of him, a growing part of him, wanted to tear her clothes off and feel her lithe body wrap around him once more. 

She shrugged, straightening in her seat slightly.

"I don't believe you," he announced, after a moment.

She shrugged again, smiling.

Time seemed to slow as he took a huge risk and lifted a hand from the driver's wheel. He crossed the distance between them, which now felt enormous, and his palm felt unusually warm as he rested his hand on her thigh, his fingers slowly inching their way between them. Kat watched his hand with some amusement and relaxed as his hand touched her, subtly spreading her legs apart, making space for him. She put her own hand on his when he started sliding his hand between her legs, but made no move to stop him. Her hand guided his as the tips of his fingers encountered the damp heat radiating from between her legs, and he watched her gasp silently as his fingers brushed against that delicious gap. He squeezed the inside of her thigh gently, firmly, teasing the sensitive skin as he rubbed her dripping mound through her jeans. Her thighs clenched around his hand as she rocked back against him with a small mewling sound as he rubbed her slit through the damp fabric. His own cock was rock hard with excitement, raising a massive, unmistakable tent on the front of his own pants as he played with her. 

"Mmm, that feels so good," she groaned, twitching against his hand as her nails traced light furrows through the hair of his forearms.

"I think I should pull over," he suggested, as he realized that he hadn't been paying attention to the road for several long seconds as the car wobbled between empty lanes. He reluctantly pulled his now-damp fingers back as he slowed, and quickly spotted and turned into a semi-familiar, poorly lit side-street to park the car, pushing back his seat as he did.

"Okay, come here," he ordered, uncharacteristically aggressive as his too-long neglected libido burned inside him. Kat slipped out of her seatbelt and awkwardly crawled between the narrow space between the driver's seat and passenger seat. He bodily pulled her against him, her back to his chest, until her ass was resting on his raging, rock-hard erection. His hands quickly undid the button of her jeans, and he slid a hand between her legs. He couldn't wait a single moment longer.

"Oh god," she started, moaning in a hushed tone, as his other hand slipped under her shirt, squeezing her breast. She ground against him as his fingers slid under her red satin panties and discovered the wet heat between her legs. She groaned again as he slid the tips of his fingers along her slit, up and down her sensitive folds, and circling her slick button gently as he felt her up.




Fuck Buddies



"What if somebody walks by?" she asked, suddenly, concern mixed with ecstasy as she planted her feet on the dashboard.

"Then they get a show," he panted in her ear, rubbing her pussy until her slick wetness was everywhere. His other hand travelled across the heat of her stomach, and he growled as he pulled the thin, flimsy material of her panties to the side and slipped a finger inside her tightness. She groaned at the intrusion, arching back against his cock, which was firmly sandwiched between their bodies, as he slid his digit up to the knuckle inside of her. The corrugations of her tight pussy massaged the tip of his finger as he panted with excitement, curling his finger around until he found that little textured spot he had discovered as a teenager.

"Jesus," she gasped, shivering in his lap as he started fucking her with his finger. She rocked back against him, groaning again, louder this time, as he slipped a second finger inside of her.

"You're so fucking tight," he murmured hoarsely as he pumped his fingers into her pussy, watching her twist and writhe in the backseat. He fucked her steadily with his two fingers, gliding in and out of her again and again with a wet noise that filled the inside of the car. Her breathing got ragged and shallow, and she reached back with one hand, grabbing his thigh, her nails digging into the material with painful intensity.

"Ungh, oh god, oh god. . . I'm going. . . you're going to make me cum," she gasped, her nails digging into the meat of his leg again and again as waves of ecstasy coursed up and down her spine.

"Beg for it," he said roughly, sliding his other hand down between her legs to circle her now-distinct button as he spread her wide with his other hand. She bucked against him in response as thunderbolts of pleasure crashed behind her eyes, filling her body with pleasure so absolute that it was nearly overwhelming.

"W-what?" she gasped, sounding confused.

"You don't get to cum until you have my permission," he explained patiently, working his fingers rhythmically in and out of her shaved, sopping pussy.

"Can I cum?" she asked, and in response he sped up, firmly massaging her insides with the tips of his fingers as he thrust in and pulled out over and over again. 

"No," he responded, simply.

"Please let me cum!" she begged, to which he started pistoning his fingers in and out of her, adding pressure with his other hand as he gently pressed down on and circled her sensitive clit.

"Not yet," he replied, sniffing her hair and perfume as he continued his relentless assault.

"Please," she groaned, her thighs spasming around his hand as her body started to twitch and convulse.

"You can cum if you say you're a little whore," he declared, feeling her pussy clench tightly around his fingers as he said the word, and she muffled a scream that increased in intensity as the dam of agonizing pleasure broke despite her best efforts and washed her away. Jake held her in place for a moment as she reflexively arched back against his cock, trying to push him deep inside of her even as she twitched and convulsed in his arms. Finally, the wave passed, and she collapsed against him, her chest heaving as the aftershocks left her twitching.

Jake sat there, breathing heavily for a moment. Then he started pulling her jeans and panties down, until they were bunched around her ankles. 

"Just a second," he said, as he nudged her onto one side, so he could undo the button of his own slacks, which now sported an unmistakable wet stain on their front. Kat was still reveling in her afterglow as he awkwardly worked his pants down to his knees in the narrow space before he pulled her back atop of him. He pushed her malleable form forward, so that she was hunched over and grabbing the steering wheel, and unceremoniously undid the clasp of her bra, pulling it off of her body. Finally, he pulled her back on top of him, and started kissing her back as he massaged her breasts, rolling the achingly erect nipples between his fingers as he did. The wet lips of her pussy slid against the throbbing head of his cock as Kat finally came too and started moving again.

He bit her back, gently, and laid a trail of kisses from one side to the other, where he bit her again, massaging her breasts all the while. She arched back against him, more insistent this time, and he slid a hand down to firmly press the length of his thick cock of his black cock against her pink slit as she did. She moaned, and bucked against him with want. Finally, with animal need, Jake raised her up and positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. She settled down on top of him with a groan that continued for as long as he slid inside her. He gasped as her slick tightness gripped him, pulling him deeper inside her, surrounding him utterly and completely.

Kat moaned as he blindly searched for and found the recliner, giving them more room. Finally laying back, he rocked his hips up against her, experimentally, sliding in and out of her tight pussy, his hands wrapped around her waist.

"Fuck you're big," she groaned, arching her back as she raised herself up and sat down again, swallowing him completely as her ass ground against his pelvis. He threw his head back, looking at the roof of the SUV, and immediately knew that he wouldn't be able to hold out nearly as long as he wanted. His throbbing, engorged cock flexed inside of her, and knew that she could feel him stretching her insides further apart.

"I'll go slow," he assured her, pulling her down against him, rocking his hips against her. They ground against each other for a time, each growing more excited as they slowly fucked, breathing harshly in the tight confines of the car. Gently but firmly he wrapped one hand around her neck, steadying her as he massaged and kneaded her breast with the other. 

"I've wanted to do this for a long time," he murmured gruffly as her feet settled on the dashboard, giving her yet more leverage to press back against him with. 

"Have you ever been with a black guy before?" he asked suddenly, giving her throat the faintest squeeze to grab her attention.

"No. . . I was saving it for someone special," she said with a laugh, which turned into a gasp when he raised her up until just the thick, swollen tip of his cock remained inside of her and then slid her all the way back down on top of him.

"Aw, well then," he said, unlocking the doors of the car.

"What are you doing?" she asked, concerned as he popped the driver's door open.

"Just a second," he said, completely casual as he stepped out onto the empty, dark street, staying hard inside Kat all the while as he flipped the driver's seat back up and quickly dragged her into the back.

"Are you crazy?!" she asked, outraged as he closed the door behind them.

"It's fine baby, relax," he said, as she turned over, facing him.

His hands gripped her wrists, pinning them above her head as he crawled on top of her and slid the throbbing purple head of his black dick between the pink lips of her dripping pussy. 

"Ungh!" she moaned, as they arched against each other.

Kat mewled and moaned as he slid thick inch after thick inch inside of her, letting out a gasp when he bottomed out inside her, his pelvis kissing hers.

"Oh god, that feels amazing," she gasped in his ear, her hands bunched into fists as he savored the sensation of filling her complete for a long moment before slowly sliding out of her, and then in again, starting a gentle rhythm.

"Jesus, you're fucking tight," he muttered, already feeling the ecstatic pressure building in his balls.

"Yes, fuck me. Fuck me like your little whore!" she cried, and they both felt him flex with excitement at her words.

He fucked her like an animal in the backseat of the car, driving her body into the padded seating with every jarring thrust as he pounded her roughly. The car rocked and swayed gently as her pussy clenched and spasmed around him, and she bit her arm, screaming wordlessly as he bucked and rolled and arched, driving himself inside her as deeply as he could with every thrust. He fucked her without restrain, beads of sweat forming on his brow with effort as he released her wrists and slipped his arms under hers, cupping her shoulders and pulling her back against him with every pump. He was getting close to losing control again when he shifted position, effortlessly pulling her on top of him, her knees on either side of his body as she settled on top of him.

"I'm getting close," he warned, panting.

She said nothing, her eyes were closed as she locked her hands around the back of his neck and pulsed on top of him, rocking her hips back and forth until he groaned, loudly. Her pussy gripped him as he slid in and out of her, the tip of his rock hard cock brushing and teasing sensitive areas of her insides as she gasped in his ear, sounding as if she were hyperventilating as she rode him harder.

"I'm so fucking close," he warned, eyes closed as he breathed. Finally, he felt his weakening control slip, just for a moment, and he gripped her thighs with an almost painful intensity as he bodily rocked her back and forth atop of him, forcing her mound against him as he growled at the intensity of his approaching orgasm. He realized her hands had slipped from his neck, and she had nearly gone limp atop of him, on the verge of falling over. He steadied her as best he could as his balls tensed and released, pumping jet after jet of hot cum deep inside her tight pussy, unable and unwilling to pull out. In the moment, he grabbed the nape of her hair and pulled her head back, biting the arch of her neck with enough force to leave an impression of his teeth as the wave of molten pleasure coursed through him in an instant, before washing away moments later, leaving him sweaty, tired, and drained.

"Are you okay?" he panted with concern.

Kat wore a silly smile plastered to her face, along with errant strands of hair. She was swaying gently on top of him, the motion of which he enjoyed. She was still wearing her shirt, though it was half-unbuttoned and wrinkled. She laughed a silly laugh, as he finished slipping out of her. 

"That was. . . nice," she murmured, dreamily.

"Yeah," he said simply, unsure of what else to say. He glanced at the glowing green digits of the clock on the dashboard before noticing that the windows of the car had completely fogged up.

"So. . . want to do this again, sometime?" he asked, his hands gently clutched around her waist, rocking her back and forth on top of him gently. Though his erection had lost some intensity, he remained hard inside of her.

Kat just nodded in response, a shiver running through her body as he traced the tips of his fingernails over her skin. 

"C'mere," he said, softly, gently tangling his hand in the nape of her hair as he pulled her in for a long, slow, kiss.



Fuck Buddies



I had been only been involved in a relationship with the WWE Diva known as Paige for a few weeks when she called me from the road and told me that she wanted to see me, and I instantly got a hard-on, since I knew that this was likely not going to be a simple hook-up.

We may have only been going out a short time, but it didn't take me very long to realize that her sexual appetite was so strong that I wasn't sure I was going to be able to handle it, so she made no secret of the fact that she was already trying to come up with ways to spice our sex life up a little bit.

She was also on the road at the time, which intrigued me even more, since I knew whatever she wanted to do couldn't wait until she got off the road.

"Hey babe, do me a solid and come to my hotel room after the show's over, I'm going to have a special surprise for you," she texted me when I took off to visit her, knowing just the right buttons to push to make me look forward to the night we were about to spend together, and whoever else was going to be involved in it.

My mind was racing with the possibilities of what the "special surprise" could possibly be throughout the whole show, and it was all I could do not to use the badge I now had in my possession to get backstage and see her then, but I'm a good boyfriend who does what he's told, so I waited until she went back to her hotel room to see her as she had directed me to.

"I promise you you're not going to forget this night," she whispered to me as she was leaving, winking at me and handing me my key to her hotel room.

"Don't tease me like this if you can't deliver on your promise Paige," I told her as she kissed me on the cheek, once again promising me that I wouldn't be disappointed.

And to say that I wasn't would be a huge understatement, because the first thing I heard when I arrived up at her room was the sound of two girls moaning at the same time, and the first thing I saw when I got the door open was Paige on top of fellow Diva AJ Lee, fucking her with a strap-on.

"FUCK...FUCK...OHGOD...right there Paige..." AJ hissed, arching her back and throwing her head back far enough to see me standing there looking at them.

"UH...I...think...your...man...is...here..." she whispered as she came down off of her orgasm, Paige pulling the strap-on out of AJ's pussy and inviting me over to lay on the bed with them.

"Hey honey... it's about bloody time...AJ and I have been taking turns on each other with the strap-on since we got back here, but now we need the real thing to play with," Paige called out to me as I came and laid down on the bed, AJ's eyes lighting up as she started to look me over.

"Hey there...what's your name?" AJ asked me, noticeably smiling as she looked me up and down, not even trying to cover herself up as I gazed upon her naked body.

"It's John," I told her, extending my hand as AJ licked her lips and smiled at me again, clearly liking what she was seeing.

"Well...nice to meet you John...you've done well Paige...he's a real stud..." she said to Paige before turning back to me, "but I think we both agree that he'd be even more of one with his clothes off."

"Say no more ladies," I said to them, all three of us getting more turned on by the moment as I began to undress, both girls hitting their knees as soon as I was naked and taking one of my balls into their mouth.

"MMM..." they both hissed as they each wrapped a hand around the base of my dick and sucked on my balls, running their hands up and down my dick as they worked me over.

"FUCK...keep...doing...that..." I hissed as they took turns on me, AJ sucking on my balls while Paige started running her tongue up and down the length of my shaft, drawing a shiver from me as they both giggled and playfully fought over which one of them was going to finish me off.

"You win this time AJ," Paige told her, winking at me and beginning to make out with me as AJ continued her blow job, wrapping both of her hands around my dick as she deep-throated it.

"MMM...OHGOD...gonna cum AJ..." I hissed as I lurched my hips into her face a few more times and put my hands on the back of her head, sliding my dick to the back of her throat as I came, making AJ moan in pleasure as I shot my load down her throat, watching her drink it all down before pulling my dick out of her mouth.

"I'm glad she's done with you now...so now I can have you to myself..." Paige whispered as she started making out with me again, climbing on top of me and lowering her hot pussy down onto my dick.

"I need you to fuck me until I can't walk bloody straight," she hissed as she began to ride me, her pussy swallowing up my dick and taking me deeper and deeper inside of her with every thrust I made up into her.

"I...don't...think...that...will...be...a...problem..." I hissed as she bounced away on my dick, her screams getting louder as she threw her head back and her eyes started to roll back in her head while I caught a glimpse of AJ in the background watching us and furiously pumping three fingers in and out of her own pussy.

"FUCK...there it is...pound pussy John..." she shouted when I found her g-spot, her walls wrapping tightly around it in response as she lowered herself onto me one last time, letting me do all the work to finish her off.

"OHGOD...OHGOD...gonna bloody cum..." she hissed, throwing her head back and closing her eyes as I grabbed her by the hips and drove all the way into her, burrowing myself into her womb as I started to unload into her.

"FUCK...this feels so good..." I hissed as I shot my load into her, her back arching and her hips twisting around my dick as I filled up her tight pussy with more thick gobs of my cum before pulling out of her.

"OHGOD...so good..." Paige moaned as I pulled out of her, AJ walking over to the bed and laying down on it as she grabbed Paige's hips.

"Looks like you need to come over here and sit on my face so I can clean you out Paige," she teased her friend, "wouldn't want you to wind up pregnant or anything now, would we?"

"MMM...lick...me...AJ..." Paige hissed as AJ began to dart her tongue in and out of Paige's pussy, allowing me the chance to climb between AJ's legs and slide my dick into her pussy.

"UH..." she moaned as she cleaned out Paige's cunt, her walls stretching out for me as I began to thrust in and out of her.

"OHGOD...OHGOD...YES..." both girls cried out as they were being pleasured, AJ's tongue sliding in and out of Paige's pussy as my dick beat up AJ's cunt.

"OHGOD...you really DO know how to use that thing don't you?" AJ hissed when I hit her g-spot, Paige placing her hands on the back of AJ's head in order to keep her face buried in her pussy as she slicked away at her cunt.

"FUCK...fuck me John...fuck me with that dick...gonna cum..." AJ hissed as I drove my dick deep inside of her, her walls beginning to pull and squeeze on it as she came for me, her sweet sex juice coating my dick as I sucked on her tits and buried myself balls-deep inside of her.

"SHIT...OHGOD...gonna...bloody...cum...AJ..." Paige moaned as she arched her back and came all over AJ's face as I started to pick up the pace of my thrusts into her.

"OHGOD...gonna cum AJ...can I cum inside you baby?" I asked as I plunged into her one last time, Paige shoving her cunt into her friend's face as she nodded her head yes.

"Cum inside this sexy bitch's pussy John. You and I both know she wants it," Paige told me as she held her cunt against AJ's face, allowing me to thrust into AJ a few more times and cum deep inside her of her pussy, flooding her cunt with a thick, sticky load of my baby batter before pulling out of her.

"A good friend always returns the favor," AJ whispered to Paige as I rolled off of her, sitting on Paige's face as I lined my dick up with Paige's pussy and slid it back into her.

"MMM...yeah...lick me like that Paige...you know I like it like that..." AJ hissed as Paige slid her talented tongue up into AJ's pussy and started to clean her out right as I began to thrust in and out of her cunt.

"UH...OHGOD...John...baby...fuck me...fucking shag me..." Paige hissed as I placed her long legs on my shoulders and pounded away on her, sucking away on her tits as her walls stretched out for me, allowing me to bottom out inside of her as she whirled her tongue around AJ's pussy.

"UH...UH...OHGOD...fuck...use that tongue you sexy British bitch..." AJ hissed as Paige drove her tongue up into her, arching her back to give me better access to her pussy as I started to thrust into her back walls.

"UH...UH...OHGOD...fucking cum for me AJ..." Paige hissed as AJ drove her pussy down into Paige's face and started to release her juices over her tongue just as Paige's pussy started to squeeze my dick.

"Come on Paige...cum for me baby...so I can fill this tight little British cunt with my cum again..." I whispered to her as I slid one last time into her, her legs hooking into my back as she threw her head back, her eyes rolling back into her head as she came all over my dick.

"MMM...cum inside me baby...you know how much I love it..." Paige whispered as she arched her back and drove her hips into mine as I buried my dick up inside of her and came into her pussy, flooding her snatch in my thick, sticky seed as she rolled her hips back and forth, AJ grinding her pussy into Paige's face the whole time.

"SHIT...you were right Paige...our little get-togethers are gonna be so much better with a real, live dick to play with..." AJ hissed as they started to make out on the bed, giving me a chance to rest up for the final go-around.

"You girls do this on the road a lot?" I asked, intrigued by what I was hearing as her and AJ both bent over the bed.

"Don't make a big deal of it or anything John, but AJ and I are "fuck buddies" when we're out on the road together," Paige told me as she grabbed a dildo out of her purse, "but we decided that every now and then we needed a real one of these to play with."

"Don't just bloody stand there, you cheeky boy, get over here and fuck my ass," Paige playfully scolded me, getting behind AJ and sliding the dildo into her ass as I slid my dick into hers.

"Thought you'd never ask," I teased her as I grabbed her hips and started to ram her ass while she started to thrust the dildo in and out of AJ's ass.

"MMM...fuck...my...ass...Paige..." AJ hissed as Paige jammed the dildo deep into her ass, rhythmically pumping it in and out of her as I did the same with my dick, nestling it deep in Paige's ass as her anal walls started to cling to it.

"OHGOD...fuck...tear...up...my...ass..." Paige shouted as I drove my hips into hers, causing her to throw her head back as she came for me, her juices running down the insides of her thighs as she railed AJ with the dildo and made her do the same thing.

"FUCK...feels so good Paige...OHGOD..." AJ hissed as she came from Paige fucking her ass with the dildo, Paige starting to go limp herself as I grabbed her hips and thrust into her one last time, spraying her bowels with my cum as I came deep in her ass.

"MMM...OHGOD..." both of them hissed as Paige withdrew the dildo from AJ's ass and I removed my dick from Paige's ass, all three of us making out on the bed for a few minutes before breaking things up.

"Paige told me you have to go back home John, that's a shame..." AJ whispered in my ear as Paige got dressed and ready to leave, "because I rather enjoyed having you around tonight."

"Stop hitting on my man and let's go AJ," Paige told her, winking at me as AJ got dressed and gathered her things, both of them heading for the door.

"I'm sure you ladies wouldn't mind if I tagged along on the rest of the loop," I told them as I walked out the door with them, "I don't mind at all that you're fuck buddies on the road. As a guy, I find that hot. But if you're looking for a guy to add to the equation, I'd rather it be me, so it's someone you can both trust."

"See? I told you I liked him Paige," AJ teased her, both of them quickly agreeing to it as they sneaked me into their rental car and took off with me.

And that's how I became the newest "fuck buddy" on the road for my girlfriend Paige and her best friend AJ Lee.



Fuck Buddies



"Look left"

The text read, Katie felt slightly foolish as she looked left and there she was standing in her doorway. Jane smiled and pushed the door open further as Katie parked her car.

"The satnav took me up the other end of the street! Said your number didn't exist!" she laughed as she got out of the car.

"Clearly it does!" Jane replied with a laugh. 

The two girls headed inside, after taking off her shoes Jane led Katie into the livingroom and introduced her friend to her cousin, David. After the introduction Katie sat on the sofa and made herself comfortable. She watched as Jane walked into the adjoining kitchen. 

"You know this can't happen." she thought to herself. Katie had always known she liked girls and Jane was just her type. Tall, long dark hair with legs that just go on forever. She watched her bum in those tight jeans and couldn't stop herself thinking about bending her over and spanking her. For now, that would never happen.

"Are you hungry?" Jane asked.

"No, I'm good sweetheart. Thanks." she replied. Jane came back and sat on the sofa next to her. David was watching a car show on the TV as the girls chatted. He could feel the tension between the two girls, making it uncomfortable for him to stay any longer.

"I'm going out." he announced, "Nice to meet you Katie." He left the girls alone in the room. Jane felt nervous. She didn't want to be left alone with Katie. She knew what would happen and she'd only ever been on the receiving end of any female interaction. She longed to do more but her fear was much greater than her desire. She sat on the floor and looked over at the TV.

"Why are you on the floor?" Katie enquired.

"It's comfortable down here" Jane answered nervously, gazing into those beautiful green eyes that always gave her butterflies.

"Nothing has to happen, you know that right? I mean we are just friends that's all"

"I know it's just comfy down here"

Katie slid off the sofa and next to her friend. She could feel the longing build inside her, longing to kiss those lips, to grab her and pull her close. However, she restrained herself. Often the girls would talk about sex, they knew each others likes and dislikes, yet somehow they both felt nervous. They sat for hours, both too nervous to make a move. Eventually, Jane looked over at Katie and smiled. Her friend looked back with a look which told her there was only one thing on her mind. Jane quickly looked away but Katie reached out and cupped the back of her neck and pressed her lips to hers. Slowly opening her mouth with her tongue teasing gently. Abruptly, Jane pulled away.

"Sorry, I shouldn't of" Katie began but Jane cut her off,

"No, no regrets remember?"

"Well then let's make sure we won't regret." 

This time Katie sat on her legs apart and kissed her passionately. Jane couldn't deny this anymore and pushed Katie to the ground. Katie let out a moan as they were interlocked on the floor in a fiery embrace. Katie's hands ran over Jane's body excitedly exploring her.

"Maybe, we should fold down your bed?" Katie mumbled, "There's not much room here."

"Ok" Jane replied, "but I need a minute." She quickly folded down her bed and left the room. In the hall she caught her breath, she couldn't believe the passion she felt. After her divorce, she had thought she would never feel that way again. She walked back into the living-room and Katie was lying on the bed. Katie grabbed her hand and pulled her down onto her. Katie bit down on Jane's lip, dragging her teeth down, letting them slip off her lip. Excitedly, the girls pulled their clothes off and tossed them to the side.

Katie took Jane's wrists and pinned them to the bed, she kissed slowly up her neck and whispered,

"I can't wait to taste you." as she bit down on her earlobe. Jane moaned with pleasure and felt the kick flow through her body, feeling the wetness grow. She wanted her, needed her. Katie kissed slowly downward releasing her grip and caressing her massive tits. She alternated with biting and sucking her breasts. Feeling every moment and listening for Jane's encouragement. Again she moved lower and lower, Jane felt the excitement swell when Katie skipped over her pussy. Katie looked at Jane and smiled, she knew she had to tease her. She started half way up her thigh and began biting and kissing her way to the prize. She bit down hard right next to Jane's labia, Jane jerked and groaned with pleasure. The anticipation swelled, Katie separated Jane's lips, teasing her with her fingers, watching her writhe with ecstasy. Katie moved her face close, allowing her warm breath to pass over the glistening folds of Jane's pussy. 

"YES!" Jane thought, "Lick me please!"

Instead Katie bit down on her thigh. She had to tease just a bit more. Jane needed to wait. Katie again moved her breath over her lips moving to the other thigh, this time she gently kissed back toward the juicy vagina. She loved this part. Her tongue separated the lips and slowly moved upwards finding the clit. Jane was louder this time, moaning and needing more. Katie continued licking, tasting, she could feel Jane's pleasure building. She quickly ran her hand up Jane's thigh and slipped in her fingers. Exploring in and out, she found the elusive g-spot,

"Oh dear god," Jane breathed, she had never been fucked like this. Each lick was building the sensation inside her. The pleasure the rising, Katie's fingers and tongue seemed to work in tandem. Her legs twitched, she felt it escalate until suddenly,

"FUCK!" 

Katie continued her work, Jane felt it swell again, exploding inside her. She screamed with pleasure. Katie sat up and wiped her mouth.

"Good?" she smirked.

"Amazing!" Jane sighed, "I guess that's why I call you my lesbian Yoda!"

"Damn right!" Katie lay down next to her friend. Both girls feeling satisfied, Jane eyed up the tattooed muscular body of her friend. She longed to eat that perfect pussy but tonight wasn't the night. The girls lay together smiling and talking to one another late into the night. 

"Jane I need to go, but next time it's your turn to eat me!" Katie laughed, "Don't worry I'll help you out when you go down. Smack you be like lick there!"

"You better!" Jane giggled as she watched Katie get dressed. She walked her friend to the door and kissed her goodbye. As she watched her leave she wondered where this would lead. Friends with benefits always seemed a good idea but somehow she knew this would never work.



Fuck Buddies



This story is a fantasy based on real people and actual events. The names have been changed to protect the not quite innocent and the blissfully oblivious.

As difficult as it may be to believe, the real story actually begins with the end of a relationship. But first, indulge me in a little back-story.

Fuck online dating sites. I hate them. They're useless. They're full of the undateable people, the ones you would walk by on the street and never give a second look to. Women like the crazy friend of the girl you're trying to date that you hope your buddy will distract for a while. Or the obnoxious snot that your high school science teacher always matched you up with as a lab partner and you hated them for it. Or the uptight one that was a friend of a friend that you used to sit at the same table with at lunch that you used to say nasty things to just to get a reaction out of them. Yeah, they're all there.

The websites themselves are all clusterfucks. You can spend hours browsing through the too heavy, the too short, the mentally deficient, and the batshit crazy. If you're lucky you'll find a profile of someone who seems attractive and normal, write them a witty message, and never hear back from them. As far as finding what you're looking for, you may as well go shopping for a prom dress in the dollar store. That's what it feels like most of the time. But please don't get offended by my dim view of dating sites. I'm all over them.

I mean, when you're a 40 year old single dad, a homebody with a small group of friends, what are your other options? Despite my struggles, I've heard plenty of success stories. So I figure if I'm lucky I might find someone I like, someone that doesn't make me cringe when I look at them, someone that I can stand being with, someone that may not be looking to chop me into little pieces and hide them in their freezer, someone that can help me overcome the crushing loneliness I feel when I don't have my daughter, and of course someone I can fuck when I'm horny, which even though I'm 40 is still pretty often. It doesn't really sound like too much to ask for, does it?

Anyway, let me get on with the story. I was divorced for two years when I met Wendy. Two years! That was two years of trolling around the dating sites. Two years of debating whether or not paying for one of the premium sites was a good idea (hint: no), or waiting for the "free communication weekends" to try to blow through the nonsensical steps on Dr. Neil Clark Warren's site and actually get into a conversation with someone, only to belatedly realize that she put down that she was a frequent smoker, even though I specifically filtered smokers out of my matches. Two years of hoping that the new message notification I just got on one of the free sites wasn't from a girl in the Philippines looking to be a mail order bride. Of rolling my eyes every time I got a notification from one of the other free sites that someone wants to meet me, because of the hundreds of notifications I'd gotten already, I hadn't seen one I'd actually consider meeting yet.

Sometime in the past year I stumbled across a new dating site. It was a site with a different concept than the others. It would send you a match every day. You could like or pass. If you hit like and she hit like, you were connected for 8 days. 8 days to chat and get to know each other. If you hit it off you could move on to talking on the phone or sexting or shopping for curtains or whatever floated your boat. 

The biggest issue with the new site was that it had no sense of distance. I live in a small down close to Frederick, Maryland. The 'big cities' Baltimore and Washington were a long way off, yet 90% of my matches lived there. I wasn't a city person to begin with, so the thought of driving an hour or more through heavy traffic to meet a match was unappealing and impractical. I had a full time job and a custody schedule. A long distance relationship just wouldn't work, not at this point in my life. Sometimes I would like a particularly attractive or interesting match from one of the cities, just for kicks. Sometimes they'd like me back. We'd chat. They'd ask to meet. I'd politely decline. They wouldn't understand. I'd feel like an ass. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. Online dating sucks.

Despite it all, I did occasionally manage to connect with women sometimes. Over the last two years I'd met several women. Many never got past the first date. We'd meet at a diner or a Starbucks. We'd sit and chat for an hour. Sometimes it was pleasant. Sometimes it was awkward. A few times the woman couldn't get away from me fast enough at the end. "Thanks for a nice time," they would say once we were outside, standing a safe distance apart. Then they would turn and practically run to their car. No handshake, no friendly hug and certainly no goodbye kiss. My friends couldn't understand how that could happen. I was 5'11, 165 pounds, with wavy brown hair and hazel eyes. I'm a good guy for the most part, funny and well-spoken, reasonably fit for my age. So why weren't women interested? I'd shrug my shoulders. It is what it is; I'd sigh, swallow my frustration, and move on. 

If I made it to a second date there would be a different vibe. What happens now? I would think. Dating before I got married seemed much easier and I think it was because I had so much more free time then. Now I had to fit dates around my custody schedule, and usually the woman's custody schedule too. When your schedules only match up one day every two weeks there's an added pressure. Time was precious now. We had to make every moment count, and I could feel the subtle pressure. After most second dates I'd get a hug and maybe a quick kiss. I'd wander away wondering where all of the fast-moving women were. I never seemed to find them.

The few third dates I'd been on were even more awkward. I'd read enough about dating the past two years. Supposedly the third date is when a lot of people are ready to have sex. Not my dates, though. I may get a longer kiss, an awkward moment in semi-privacy while we clumsily make out for a few seconds. And that would be it. I hadn't made it past that third date yet. The three third dates I'd been on were all my last. A couple of days afterward I would invariably get a text that they think I'm a great guy but it just isn't working out. I could just about set my watch to it, and pretty much write the text for them. They'd like to be friends (nobody really means this), and that would be that. I'd be left wondering what I'm doing, or what I'm not doing, that was causing these relationships to end the way they were. But I'm digressing again.

So then one day my daily match was Wendy. She only lived a couple of towns over. She was a few years younger than I was. She was heavy but reasonably attractive. I liked her face. I clicked like. The next day I must have shown up as her daily match and she clicked like too. The app sent me a practically delirious notification. We were connected.

She immediately gave me her phone number. Whoa. That wasn't the protocol. The 8 days we got to chat on the app was for our safety as much as anything else. 8 days to make sure the other person wasn't crazy, or a Satanist, or didn't know when they should use their, they're, or there. Naturally I balked. I hate this app, she said. I hate it too, I said, but I prefer to get to know someone a little first. She relented, and we messaged back and forth for a day or so. Then she said, please, every time I open this app on my phone it crashes. Fine, I thought to myself, scrolling up through our messages to find her number. We'll text.

Wendy worked in day care, chasing around a bunch of unruly toddlers all day. It worked for her because she was able to be with her son. The money wasn't good, but her ex husband was good to her financially. It's good that you have a good relationship with your ex, I remember texting her. I didn't. I shared a couple of quick stories with her. You're not supposed to complain about your ex, but sometimes I just can't help myself. It's my life, and I can't hide it or pretend something different. She started texting me a series of "getting to know you" questions, what's your favorite this, your favorite that. There were dozens of them. She must have been cutting and pasting them from somewhere. Luckily it was a slow day at work for me. I answered her texts when nobody was looking. I idly wondered how much time she spent texting instead of watching the kids. We were two adults, goofing off at work. You'd think we'd have known better, but sometimes the excitement of getting to know someone makes you forget about everything else.

It didn't take us much longer to meet than it took us to figure out when our schedules would allow us to. Two weeks, maybe three. It was a Saturday afternoon. We picked a deli midway between us, about 10 minutes away from both of us. I never ate there but I heard good things about it. I showed up a few minutes early. She showed up a few minutes late. She looked like she did in her pictures, more or less. Up close it was clear this was a woman who spent too much time in the sun. Her skin was red and heavily freckled. She was about 5'7, and even for a large woman, her breasts were huge. I made a point of not looking at them. I can maintain eye contact, I thought to myself. I'd never been with big-chested women before, but a lot of the women I had been meeting lately were buxom. I didn't want to be one of those guys who was staring at their chest when I talked to them. I was better than that, I thought to myself, my eyes involuntarily drifting to the hint of cleavage she was showing. Damn.

Lunch was pleasant. Conversation flowed freely. We got along great; however I did note two major red flags about her. One, she mentioned that she was much heavier when she was younger, weighing as much as 350 pounds and eventually losing a lot of weight. Like I said I don't mind heavy women, but obesity was a different story, and people who lose a lot of weight can't always keep it off. Second, she admitted to being a major pot smoker. I don't smoke when my son is around, she added quickly... but sometimes on my free weekends with my friends... it's so relaxing.

I'm not as uptight as I used to be, but I still have no interest in drugs. In fact, somewhere in the hundreds of questions I answered on my dating site profile, they ask about your views on drug use, and I made the comment, 'if you hand me a joint, your name had better be Paul McCartney.' So why didn't I excuse myself right then and sneak out the bathroom window? Well, for one thing there wasn't a window in the bathroom smartass. The truth is I guess that after two years of being single and getting nowhere my standards were dropping. Besides, I was having a good time with her, despite her foibles. 

We finished lunch and felt like we should get out of the restaurant. "There's a Starbucks a couple of miles down the road," Wendy said to me, "If you'd like we can go there and hang out a while longer." I agreed, and we got into our cars and I followed her there. I didn't drink coffee, so I went to use the restroom while she ordered an iced coffee something something. 

We found a table and talked for another two hours. I started mentally preparing for the end of the date. What do I do, do I hug her? Do I kiss her? Will she make it obvious what she's expecting? Will she initiate? We walked outside and she walked right over to her car. She put her hand on the door. She looked like she was about to make a run for it. Wait, we had a better date than that. Why was she running?

"I had a really nice time," Wendy said to me, and she paused. I studied her body language. Nothing about it said come closer to me, hug me, or kiss me. I stayed back.

"Me too," I said, and I watched her open the door and climb into her car, then I walked away.

We texted again as soon as we both were home. You know, I really wanted to kiss you. I said to her. Why didn't you? She replied. You gave me no indication that you wanted me to, I said. I figured you didn't want to, she replied. Well, next time then, I said. Dating is hard.

Of course next time was two long weeks away. It was the next time I was free and she was free. We met for lunch again at the exact same place we went to the first time (it was her favorite) and then caught a matinee. After the movie we finally had our first kiss, outside her car in full view of everyone. I felt, well, something, which was good. It was anticipation, maybe? I had brushed a strand of hair away from her face, so I had one hand on her face and the other on her thick arm. I drove away thinking, okay, this is good.

Wendy had rearranged her custody schedule with her ex so it was three long weeks before we could meet again. This time she met me at my house and then we drove together to Ellicott City. We had lunch at a place someone recommended to her. We found a place that had old arcade games and ran around like children. We walked around the town. I wanted to be romantic and affectionate, but I couldn't seem to find the right moments. We did hold hands while we walked around the town. Do I lean over and kiss her? We sat down on a bench on the sidewalk. Do I kiss her now? I finally did kiss her, awkwardly, because I got tired of waiting for the right moment to come along. I felt like I was sixteen again. However, I could hear a grumbling somewhere in the back of my mind. It shouldn't be like this. I shouldn't feel like I'm forcing myself.

Once we had our fill of the town we got back into my car and just drove around. It was one of my favorite things to do. I avoided the major arteries and took her on a scenic drive through the secluded country roads of rural Maryland. I know you're thinking one of two things, either you're thinking she's too trusting to let me drive her out to the middle of nowhere, or that I did it on purpose in order to get her out to the middle of nowhere. Well, maybe she was naïve, but no, I didn't have any ulterior motives. For all I know I was actually supposed to pull off into an empty field or something and throw myself at her. How would you know for sure that was something I was supposed to do in that situation? Do they have an app for that?

Eventually I drove us back towards our neighborhood and we picked an Italian restaurant for dinner. We got back into my car and I drove her to my place where her car was. She got out of my car and started walking towards hers. Wait, didn't she want to come inside my house? I wasn't necessarily expecting sex but I was expecting... something. Wendy took a few steps away and turned to face me. "I really had a great time," she said, and I moved up to her and kissed her. I don't know if I was confused or frustrated, but even the tingly anticipation I felt during our first kiss was gone. She pulled away and got into her car. I wandered back into my house, too frustrated to even jerk off.

We texted normally for a couple of days. Good morning, I always started off saying shortly before I left for work. She would reply and we would make some small talk. I would invariably make some comment about the traffic after I got to work, or tell her about some crazy thing that happened during the course of my day. On Tuesday she didn't respond to me after good morning, and I started to get the sneaking suspicion that something was wrong. The entire day passed in silence.

Finally about 8pm the text came. I knew it was bad news just from the size of the text. You're a really great guy, blah blah blah, but I just don't see this working out, blah blah blah, I sincerely hope we can be friends, blah blah blah. I'm not sure I even read the entire text all the way through. Who has the stomach for all of this breakup crap anyway? 

I thought that I should've been upset, but it turned out I wasn't. Not really. As much as I enjoyed spending time with her I found that I just wasn't that into her. I realized that I was forcing the romantic moments, hoping to feel something for her. Part of me was downright relieved that I didn't have to keep trying to push forward with this woman, the pothead with the weight problem. I texted her that I understood and that I hoped we could be friends too. Then I deleted our conversation. I figured that was it. That was the last I would hear from Wendy, except maybe to see her photo in my matches on a dating site once in a while. But like I said before, the real story begins with the end of our relationship.

I texted my closest friends as soon as I was done texting Wendy. My two closest friends are both female. One is a woman I'd known since college. We were always just friends. She got married and had a kid. I got married and had a kid. She got divorced and I got divorced. Why didn't we hook up now? I know that's what you're wondering. It's not something I can explain easily. The best explanation I can offer is if you knew her like I knew her, you'd know why.

My other closest friend is actually one of the women that I dated three times and then became friends with. It just didn't work out between us, but we both said we wanted to be friends and meant it. She lived closer to DC and the distance was one of our obstacles, but whenever one of us was in the other's neighborhood we would try to meet up for lunch or dinner. She actually got into a serious relationship with the next guy she dated after me, so I always teased her about how lucky she was that she dumped me when she did. Both of my friends were wonderfully sympathetic and optimistic. 

In my spare time the next day I fine-tuned my profiles on the dating websites. I added a new selfie I took of myself, smiling in my car with my new shades on. I tweaked some of the essay language about who I am and who I was looking for. I tried to convey a hint of melancholy and depth of character. Whatever would get a woman's attention, right? I eagerly kept going back to the dating apps again and again whenever I had a spare moment during the day. Was my new picture and profile getting any hits? No, no they weren't. I sighed.

After dinner I settled into my recliner to watch the O's game. About 8:15 I got a text message. I peered at my phone. It was Wendy. I really wasn't expecting to hear from her again, but it wasn't words; it was some kind of voice message. That was odd, I thought to myself. I didn't know you could do that. Before I could even think about opening the message, my phone rang. It was Wendy. That was odder still. We'd known each other for two months, gone on three dates, and never spoke on the phone before.

"Hi, don't listen to that," Wendy said. She sounded out of breath.

"Umm... okay," I replied.

"I was just messing around with my friends," Wendy said. There was a pause. "So, how are you?" She asked.

"Okay, how are you?" I echoed, totally perplexed.

"My friends and I were talking about what kind of jobs I'd be good at and one of them mentioned phone sex operator," Wendy said, the words coming out in a rush, "I just wanted to warn you what it was before you opened it."

"Okay," I said.

"Well, have a good night!" Wendy said.

"You too," I mumbled, and hung up. I toggled back to the text message. It was a 7 second file. I hit play. "Oh, I want to wrap my mouth around your dick," she said breathlessly, and then she dissolved into laughter, joined by her friends. The file ended. I stared at my phone in disbelief.

I mean, how did she manage to 'accidentally' record her voice and then 'accidentally' text it to me? I wondered. I shook my head. If life was anything, it was never boring, I mumbled to myself, and set about texting my friends about what just happened. My college friend's reaction was typical of her. What a wacko, she texted. You're lucky she broke up with you.

My other friend's reaction was a little different. Maybe she's telling you what she really wants to do to you, Danielle texted. I scoffed. Yeah, one day she says she just wants to be my friend, the next she wants to wrap her mouth around my dick, I replied to her. Yeah, Danielle replied, fuck buddies. Think about it, she continued, what are the chances she just 'accidentally' texted something like that to a guy she just broke up with? She's either telling you what she really wants or she's a complete idiot.




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I was more ready to believe the latter, but curiosity started to get the better of me. I mean, I hadn't had sex since I'd been divorced. The closest I came was with Danielle, ironically, and all we did was make out for a while in her car. What if she was right and Wendy wanted to have sex with me? Having her wrap her mouth around my dick sounded pretty appealing, I thought. I felt myself growing hard in my shorts. It had definitely been too long, I thought, pushing myself out of my recliner and off to the bathroom to take care of my hard-on. 

Danielle was a big believer in casual sex, before she got into a relationship, at least. She was always telling me that if I wasn't able to find someone to be in a real relationship with, I should at least be looking for someone to fuck. I was hesitant. I wasn't one of those guys who was looking for conquests or notches on their bedposts. I wasn't sappy or overly romantic. I knew myself, and I knew that whoever I ended up having sex with I got emotionally attached to. I mean, they let me fuck them! How could you not have feelings for someone like that?

I started out content to wait until I met the right woman, but I didn't think it would be this hard to find a new relationship. Months turned into years. It had been almost three years since I last had sex now, since my last time with my ex wife. I started jokingly referring to it as my 'second virginity', but the longer it lasted, the less funny it got. And the less funny it got, the more I started thinking that I needed to just get it over with. Waiting for the right situation, the right woman? Fuck it, I needed to get laid.

Did I want it to be Wendy? No, not really, I thought to myself. Maybe I'll meet someone else quickly, I thought, and spent the next couple of days focusing on the various websites. I went through all of my matches on one of the free sites. There were hardly even any new faces there in the two months I was neglecting the site to focus on Wendy. I browsed through about a hundred profiles on another free site. I even wrote one a message, a local 37 year old woman who seemed like she would be a good match for me. No response. I didn't even get a profile view from her. 

I browsed through weeks of accumulated matches on Neil Clark Warren's site, sending a few of the less obviously wrong for me the 5 closed-ended questions that started off their convoluted meeting process, but even if any responded, I wasn't going to pay for the site, so I'd have to wait for the next free communication weekend to actually speak to anyone. My matches on the site where I met Wendy were all from the 'big cities.' Too far away, too short, too weird. No, no, no.

So, back to Wendy. It was three days later already. We hadn't spoken since that odd exchange Wednesday night. I needed to broach the subject of whether or not she was trying to tell me she wanted a sexual relationship with me. What do you do, come right out and ask? I shrugged my shoulders. What did I have to lose? What was she going to do, never speak to me again? I was thinking that that was what was going to happen anyway, and if I did make her angry and I never heard from her again, I wouldn't really miss her.

So I texted her. She responded quickly enough and we went through the cursory small talk. I eventually steered our conversation to what happened Wednesday night.

My friend thought that maybe you were trying to tell me that that was what you actually wanted to do to me, I texted her. I tensed for her reply. This was the moment of truth. She didn't respond for several minutes, and I got sick of staring at my phone and started to go about my business. Eventually I got a reply from her. 'lol' she texted. Was that a yes or no, I thought. I waited a few more minutes to see if she had anything else to say, but she was silent. 

I started to think about our relationship, about how she never came right out and said anything, about planning our dates and how I ended up giving her a list of choices of things to do to pick from and she still deferred to me to say what we were going to do. Understanding dawned on me. Wendy simply wasn't going to come right out and say anything. If anybody was going to put casual sex out there, it would have to be me.

I think I would like it if you wrapped your mouth around my dick, I typed. I took a deep breath. I hit send. I stared at my phone, imagining her reaction as she read my text. Seconds passed, and then minutes passed. This was indeed a stupid idea, I thought to myself, and at least I ruined a relationship that was already over.

Finally the text box indicated she was typing. I stared at the phone, waiting for her reply to arrive. 'lol' she texted. Really, that's it? I thought. No wait, there's something else coming over. U would like that, she added. Well, it was an opening, I thought. Maybe we can meet up later, I texted. I'm not just giving u a bj, she replied. I would take care of you too, I typed. Hmm... she texted, and while I was anxiously awaiting her next text I wondered if she was really thinking about it or just pausing for dramatic effect. Buy me dinner first, she eventually said, and I readily agreed.

We're meeting up for sex, I texted Danielle. Good for you! She texted back. Go get laid! Do you have protection? I didn't even think of it. I went into my sock drawer where the condoms from my marriage were still hidden from prying eyes. The half of a pack of Trojans sitting there expired last November. Do condoms go bad? I texted Danielle. Lol go buy more, she replied. 

I stopped at the drugstore on my way to dinner. I used to feel self-conscious whenever I bought condoms, even when I was married and we were just trying to avoid having unwanted children. This time felt a little different. Yeah, I'm expecting to have sex tonight, I thought as the checkout girl that probably wasn't half my age rung them up. I'm a stud.

We settled on the same Italian place for dinner. It was much easier than trying to figure out a different place we both liked. I decided that I should dress up nicely for the occasion, and I was wearing a polo shirt and khaki's. Wendy was dressed in a sleeveless blouse and a flowing polka dot skirt that went all the way to the floor.

Dinner had a different feel to it. There was an air of anticipation. On our dates I felt strangely relaxed. I enjoyed being with her, and I wasn't in any kind of hurry to get it over with or get anywhere with her. Tonight was different. Dinner was just a prelude to sex, and we both knew it. We ate quietly. I would smile at her sheepishly. She would glance at me knowingly. Then I would glance at her knowingly and she would smile at me sheepishly. Whenever I didn't think she was looking I would glance at her chest, at those enormous breasts that were contained in what must have been a heavy-duty bra. Soon, I thought, I would be able to see them, touch them. I squirmed in my seat.

Dinner lurched to an end. We got into our separate cars and I followed her to her place. We agreed on her place because she didn't have any pets. My overly friendly dog wouldn't leave us alone and would probably try to get involved in some way. She lived in one of the townhouses that have been springing up everywhere as our area got more and more built up. She pulled into her driveway and I found a nearby parking space. She waited for me by her door and led me inside.

The townhouse was nice on the outside but inside it was cramped and cluttered. There were toys everywhere. I felt a wave of anxiety. I half expected her son to come running down the stairs or something. She hadn't even bothered to clean up the house.

"Sorry about the mess," Wendy said, as though she were reading my mind. "Do you want something to drink?"

"No thanks," I said. I drank a ton of water at dinner, and what I really needed was a bathroom. Wendy pointed me toward the downstairs bathroom and I took care of business. I washed my hands in the sink, and then I found myself staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I didn't look in the mirror much anymore. I was 40. I'd seen enough of my face. I noted the gray hairs around my temples and sprinkling the rest of my hair. The lines around my eyes, the skin that was starting to hang around my jowls. When did I get old? I thought to myself. It was an odd time for an existential crisis, I know, but sometimes you just have to stop and wonder 'how did I get here?'

I pulled myself together and left the bathroom. Wendy had cleared off the sofa and was sitting there with a glass of wine in her hand. She patted the empty space next to her. "Come sit," she said, "Make yourself comfortable."

I sat next to her, feeling awkward and anxious. I don't know why I felt like that. I knew why I was there, and what was about to happen. I noted that it was odd that I felt completely calm during our dates even when I was wondering whether or not I should kiss her, but now that the guesswork was over I was suddenly nervous. My body language must have shown it. I sat a short distance away from her, my hands in my lap, my shoulders slumped. My previous sexual experiences were all spontaneous, more or less. There was always a right moment, a right situation. This was my first experience with 'fuck buddies' and I realized I had no idea what to do.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Wendy take a sip of wine and place the glass on an end table. She patted the space next to her again. "Come here," she said and she giggled. "You look so tense. Are you sure you don't want a drink?"

"I think I would like a drink," I said, and Wendy reached over and offered me her glass of wine. I took a swig. I couldn't stand the taste of alcohol and it made me sick to my stomach. I drank once a year on average, and even then it did nothing more for me than affirm my dislike of alcohol. It was fruity but bitter. I tried to avoid making a face but I couldn't hide my revulsion.

"You didn't like it?" Wendy asked. I could only shake my head no, still trying to swallow the wine, feeling it burn its way down my throat. "Aww," Wendy said, and she put her arm around my shoulder.

Whoa, physical contact. We had held hands a bit and shared a couple of awkward kisses, but this was the first time that Wendy had really touched me. I instinctively moved closer to her. She was large and soft, the complete opposite of my short and petite ex wife. I put my head on her shoulder and she gave me a squeeze.

We sat like that for a while quietly, enjoying each other's company. I started to relax a little, and I turned my head toward her. I found that she was waiting for me, and our lips met. We kissed slowly, lips on lips. I turned toward her, and placed my hand on her neck.

I realized that Wendy was rummaging around in her pocket. I broke the kiss with her. She pulled out a piece of paper. "Here," she said to me. I took the paper from her, puzzled. I opened it up and looked at it. It looked like some kind of medical report. I couldn't make heads or tails of it. I looked back at Wendy.

"It's an STD test," Wendy said. "I take it after the end of all of my relationships, just to make sure I didn't catch anything, and then I can show the next guy."

"Oh," I said. Romantic, I thought sarcastically. I kept staring at it. Everything said no or negative, so I guessed she was telling the truth. I had just figured I would wear a condom and I wouldn't have to worry about disease.

"What about you?" Wendy asked. "Do you have..." she started to say, and then thought better of asking me if I had been tested, seeing the look of utter confusion on my face. "Are you clean?" She asked.

"Well, I haven't been with anybody since my ex wife," I said, "And before her was 9 years ago. I don't even know, do they check for things like that at regular check-ups? I've had plenty of blood work done..."

"No worries," Wendy cut me off. "We'll just use protection."

Of course we'll use protection, I was thinking to myself. Even if STD's weren't a concern, I was going to take every precaution that I wasn't going to get her pregnant. Good god, what if I still got her pregnant somehow? Condoms aren't 100% effective, I thought, and broke into a panic. Maybe this fuck buddies thing wasn't such a good idea after all. Slow down, I thought. Nothing has to happen that I don't want to have happen. Maybe we wouldn't even have intercourse; I thought to calm myself down. We'll just use our hands on each other, maybe some oral. I didn't have to fuck her. I just wanted to get off, and get her off.

Wendy was shifting position beside me. She placed her hands on my shoulders and started rubbing them. "You're so tense," she said.

"Mmmm..." I mumbled, feeling her strong fingers press into my neck and shoulders.

"Feel better?" Wendy cooed into my ear. I felt her press her breasts against my back. 

"Yeah," I said.

Wendy continued on for a couple of more minutes, and then she said, "Okay, my turn!" I felt her turn around behind me. I shifted around. Wendy was gathering up her long brown hair and pulling it away from her neck. I stared at her thick neck, red and freckled from too much time in the sun without sunscreen. I wrapped my hands around her neck and pressed my thumbs into her rough flesh. I heard Wendy exhale and felt her relax as I began to knead her neck and shoulders.

I massaged her for a couple of minutes. I needed to make a real effort to press my fingers into her thick neck and shoulders. Wendy was clearly enjoying herself though. She was breathing deeply and occasionally moaning contentedly when I hit a good spot. She rolled her neck around, and then she turned to face me, kissing me and pressing herself into me, pushing me back into the sofa cushions.

We kissed like that for a while. Eventually I pushed my tongue between her lips and found her tongue. We tongue wrestled for a bit. Wendy made a noise and shifted her position. She started pressing herself more against me. I started sliding sideways along the sofa.

Wendy broke the kiss. "Do you want to go to my bedroom?" She asked.

"Sure," I said. Wendy stood up and held out her hand. I took it and she led me to the stairs. I followed her up the stairs and into the master bedroom. I was relived to note there were no toys in there, but it was still a mess. The bed was unmade. There were clothes piled on the dresser and overflowing from the closet. The floor below the bay window was littered with dozens of pairs of shoes. The woman was a slob, I thought to myself.

Wendy pulled me close and kissed me again. I felt her hands behind me, reaching for the hem of my polo shirt. She grabbed it and started to pull it up and over my head. This was it; I thought excitedly, we're actually undressing! I pulled away so that she could get my shirt over my head. She tossed it aside. I took my undershirt and pulled it off myself. I reached tentatively for Wendy's blouse, waiting for her to stop me for some reason. She didn't. I took her blouse and pulled it up and over her head. 

I stepped back to get a look at Wendy in just her bra. It was big and black, struggling to keep her huge melons in check. Wendy was reaching behind her back, and I watched as she fumbled with the hooks on her bra. She eventually got it loose, and pulled it forward and down her arms. 

I gaped at the sight of Wendy's naked breasts. They were indeed shaped like melons, practically the size of her head. Due to their sheer size and obvious weight they hung down over her stomach. Her large brown nipples were pointed downward.

"Well?" Wendy was saying to me. The words 'what do you think' went unsaid but the insecurity was obvious in her voice.

What do I say? The sight in front of me reminded me of the ads you see on porn websites, older ladies need love too, or fuck a fat lady tonight. Wendy was an overweight 37 year old. Did I expect her to take her clothes off and look like Kate Upton? I glanced again at her huge sagging breasts and her protruding belly. I didn't exactly have a flat belly either, I thought to myself, and I'd been wondering what those enormous breasts would look like in the flesh ever since I first saw her picture on the dating site. I looked Wendy in the eye, and smiled. Yeah, I'm cool, I thought.

Wendy smiled back and started moving towards me. I held my hands out and grabbed her breasts when they were in reach. I brushed my fingers across her nipples. Wendy gasped and I felt her nipples stiffen. I took a firmer hold of her breasts and hefted them in my hands, feeling their size and weight.

"Do you like to have your breasts fondled?" I asked her.

Wendy shrugged. "Eh, it's nice," she said. "I know most men are obsessed with breast size. I don't get the fascination. For me they're just a bitch to carry around. What makes you so fascinated with my breasts?"

"I don't know," I said, still kneading and fondling her breasts. "Maybe it's an evolutionary thing, like our caveman ancestors thought the women with the largest breasts could feed more children."

Wendy laughed and I joined her. "I could totally see that," she said, and she pulled away from me and pretended to hit herself over the head with an imaginary club. "You can feed my children," she said in a mock caveman voice and we both cracked up laughing.

When the laughter died down Wendy said to me, "I want to see yours." I undid my belt and unbuttoned my slacks. I pulled them down and my underwear followed. My dick popped out, fully erect and pointing straight ahead. Even at 40 I could still get hard just anticipating sex.

Wendy was staring at my 7 inch erection as it bobbed in the air. "Not bad," she said, and she patted the bed next to where she was standing. "Lie down," she said.

My heart was pounding in my chest. My ex had only made one half-hearted attempt at a blow job the entire time we were together. This would be my first real blow job in nearly 10 years. I kicked off my slacks and climbed onto the bed, lying flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I felt Wendy climb onto the bed beside me. She leaned down over me and kissed me, her huge breasts pressed against my chest. She began to kiss her way down my body, my hairy chest and stomach. It was a quick trip. This wasn't romance, this was sex.

Suddenly Wendy's lips were around my cock. I exhaled sharply as I felt her take my full length into her mouth and start to bob up and down. I moaned as I felt her tongue moving against my shaft. Wendy definitely knew what she was doing. She pulled away from me with a plopping sound. "Ooh, I want to wrap my lips around your dick," she said in the same phone sex operator voice, and we both broke out laughing.

Wendy replaced her mouth with her hand, and my hips jerked when she ran her thumb along the sensitive underside of my cock, just below the head. I realized with all the excitement and the anticipation that I wasn't far from orgasm. Wendy was continuing to stroke me. I gave a louder moan to convey how much I was enjoying her attention and that if she didn't let up I might be about to cum. I felt something soft pressing against me. I was still staring at the ceiling, so I lifted my head to see what was going on. Wendy was using her free hand to press her breast against my cock. "Do you like that?" She asked. I moaned in response.

"I like it when guys cum all over my tits. Do you want to cum all over my tits?" She said.

"Yeah," I whispered. Wendy was still stroking me vigorously. Then she stopped and took one enormous breast in each hand. She pressed them against my cock and started rubbing them along the shaft.

"Oh my God," I said, and I went over the edge, my hips jerking. A huge spurt of cum flew into the air and landed on her left breast. A second and third spurt followed and covered her breasts around my cock. I continued spasming for another ten or fifteen seconds while Wendy rubbed her breasts against me. "Wow," I finally said, staring at her ceiling.




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"I'm glad you liked it," Wendy said, and she climbed off the bed and found a towel. She cleaned the cum off of her breasts, and then she handed it to me. I found a clean part and wiped my dick clean. I handed the towel to Wendy and she tossed it away onto the floor. "I need to do laundry later anyway," she said.

Wendy climbed up onto the bed and kissed me. I could taste myself on her. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, "I forgot where my mouth was."

"It's okay," I mumbled. "It's not the first time."

Wendy was gulping down the wine she had placed on her dresser. "I'd offer you some, but I know you don't like it."

I held out my hand. If it was between my dick and wine, I'll take the wine. She handed me the glass and I took a sip, just enough to wash my mouth out. Wendy was undoing the clasp on her skirt. She let it fall to the floor, and she climbed back into bed. She kissed me and then she rolled over onto her back.

I propped myself up on my elbow and kissed her, reaching over and grabbing one of her breasts. As I kissed her I slid my hand down her belly and across her panties. I traced the outline of her pussy through the panties. It was large and fleshy like the rest of her. I ran my fingers along her pussy lips and pressed down where her clitoris must have been. Wendy gasped and spread her legs, turning toward me for better access.

I slid my fingers back and forth along her panties. After a minute or so I moved to slide my hand underneath her panties. Wendy reached down and pulled the panties down and kicked them off of her legs. I slid my fingers along her naked pussy, feeling the soft hairs and the wetness between her pussy lips. I rubbed two fingers between her pussy lips, gathering her wetness, and then I brushed them across her clitoris. Wendy moaned and broke our kiss. "That feels good," she said. 

I moved away from Wendy's face and into a sitting position beside her. I peered between her legs to get a good look at her pussy. It was indeed large, and hairy, but not too hairy, like she had shaved at some point and it was growing back. Her lips were protruding, as was the fleshy hood of her clitoris. I took the underside of my middle finger and pressed it against her clitoris. I began to wriggle it around. Wendy gasped and rolled her hips, pressing against my finger.

I slid my finger down and inserted my middle finger into her pussy. "Mmm..." Wendy moaned as I pushed one, then a second finger into her. I moved my face into her crotch and I smelled... perfume. Somebody was certainly expecting to have a nose there, I thought. I stuck out my tongue and tentatively licked at her clitoris while I pumped my fingers in and out of her. "Oh my God that feels so good," I heard Wendy whisper, and I glanced up at her. She was staring at the ceiling, her hands on her breasts, pulling at her nipples. I pressed my tongue against her harder, running my tongue along her clitoris and put my whole mouth against her, alternately licking and sucking. 

If had been ten years since my last blow job, it had been almost as long since I'd last gone down on a woman. I went down on my ex a few times early in our relationship, but after I realized she wasn't going to reciprocate, and was never going to ask for it, I stopped doing it. I found that I missed it, in a way. I appreciated the heady feeling, the naughtiness, of doing something solely for someone else's pleasure.

It had been a long time since I brought a woman to orgasm, and, well, it seemed to take much longer than I remembered. I pumped away with my fingers in her pussy, and licked and sucked at her clitoris, and Wendy just lay there enjoying it. She would occasionally gasp, or ooh and ahh, and I would be encouraged. But as the minutes stretched on and her orgasm seemed nowhere in sight, I began to wonder what it would take to get this woman off.

I reached back into my bag of tricks and started humming against her clitoris and pressing upwards with my fingers inside her pussy, where her G spot would be. I heard her cry out and her hips began to shake. We were finally getting there, I thought to myself. I started blowing raspberries against her clit, the vibrations increasing her stimulation. She was moving her hips against me now, and it was an effort to keep my mouth on her clit. I felt her grab my head with her hands and push my face into her crotch. Wendy was orgasming now, and I did my best to keep up what I was doing as her hips bucked and she ground my face against her.

If it felt like it took her a long time to reach orgasm, it felt like it took her just as long to have an orgasm. It seemed to go on and on, and I hung on for dear life as she moaned and thrashed and bucked her hips, kicking her legs against the bed beside me. My fingers were making squishing noises as they moved in and out of her pussy, slick now with her juices. Finally I felt her pushing my head away and I moved away from her, almost gratefully. What a wild ride, I thought to myself.

She was pulling at me now, pulling me toward her. I climbed up her body and fell against her, kissing her. She didn't seem to mind at all that I was kissing her right after going down on her. "Mmmm that was good," she mumbled.

I was lying against her, and I felt her push my shoulder. I rolled over onto my back and Wendy moved into a sitting position beside me. She reached over and took hold of my dick, still erect and pointing toward the ceiling. "Ready to go?" Wendy asked me. "Did you bring protection?" She added.

"Err... yeah," I said, and I climbed off of the bed and over to where my slacks were lying on the floor. Instead of just one, I put a few condoms in my pocket, just in case. Of what, I wasn't sure, since I didn't really expect to have sex more than once tonight. I remembered my earlier trepidation about getting Wendy pregnant despite using a condom, but I was able to push it aside. Thank goodness for those hormones that let you do things without worrying about consequences, I thought.

Wendy lay back on the bed as I unwrapped and rolled on the condom. I climbed onto the bed and on top of her. She grabbed my face with her hands and kissed me as I lined myself up with her. I put my dick where I figured her pussy was and I entered her. At least I think I entered her. I felt... nothing. Curious, I reached back and felt around with my hand. Yeah, there was Wendy's pussy, I deduced by touch, and I'm inside it.

Wendy was a big woman, and she had a big child. It turned out the inside of her vagina was stretched more than any woman I had been with. My ex wife, by contrast, was almost too small for me until she had our child, and afterward was just about right. It was too bad our relationship had already gone to hell and our sex life was nonexistent, because those last few times we had sex were pretty good. Now I was here with Wendy, and if I was Goldilocks, papa bear's bed was too big. I moved myself in and out a few times. I didn't feel any friction at all.

I looked at Wendy and she was staring back at me. Was she wondering the same thing I was? Did she feel anything? I had a 7 inch dick, and I never felt inadequate before. I wracked my brain and remembered a story a buddy told me once, about a relationship he had with a freaky woman that used to get herself off with all manner of phallic objects. Huge dildos, cucumbers, candlesticks, whatever she could stuff up there. The problem was that she stretched herself out so much that even a big dick would seem like nothing to her. I started to idly wonder if Wendy had done things like that to herself.

I resolved to press on as if nothing was wrong. I picked up my pace and got a rhythm going, moving in and out as fast as I dared, hoping that I didn't fall out of her at some point, because I wasn't even sure I would feel it. Instead of thinking about work or baseball to prolong my orgasm, I started thinking about sex to help stimulate myself. Yeah, I thought to myself, I'm actually having sex. I'm fucking this woman. I felt my chest brush against her huge breasts, and I imagined that I was standing beside us watching them bounce back and forth in rhythm with my thrusts. I'm fucking this big-titted woman, I thought to myself, and I felt my cock tingling.

Minutes passed. Wendy and I kissed a little, but most of the time I spent staring at the wall. We didn't speak to each other. Wendy wasn't making any sounds at all. She wasn't lying completely still though. At one point she wrapped her legs around me, and then she put them back down on the bed. She squirmed beneath me, moving her hips in unison with mine. I started to think she was having the same problem I was, that she didn't feel anything, and she was trying to get some stimulation.

I began to methodically try to move my dick around in her pussy, instead of just thrusting straight ahead, trying to thrust upward, or downward, or to one side. It seemed to help a little. I started to feel my orgasm building, to my relief. All of the exertion was starting to wear me out. I gave a grunt. "I'm gonna cum," I mumbled in her ear.

I pulled out of her and pulled the condom off. I started stroking myself as I hovered over Wendy. I locked eyes with her. She was watching me expectantly. I felt myself go over the edge and I shot my load onto her stomach. It was my second orgasm so not much came out. When it was over I fell back onto my haunches, spent.

I suddenly felt awkward. Should I try to get Wendy off again? I caught her eye again and smiled at her sheepishly. She seemed lost in thought. I climbed off the bed and over to where the towel was on the floor. I picked it up and handed it to her. She wiped herself clean and climbed off of the bed. I watched her walk into the master bathroom and shut the door. I sat down on the bed and waited for her, wondering what was going to happen next.

I heard a toilet flushing, and Wendy returned. Without a word she started gathering her clothes off of the floor and putting them on. Puzzled, I started dressing also. Once we were dressed Wendy said to me, "Well, I'd better get started on that laundry. Do you know how to get home from here?"

I was almost too stunned to speak, but what did I expect anyway? Cuddling? Romance? We were fuck buddies. We had sex, and now it was time for me to go. "Yeah," I eventually said. Wendy closed the gap between us and hugged me. "I had a good time," Wendy said. "Thank you."

"Me too," I mumbled, "Thank you." She kissed me and it lingered for several seconds. She pulled away and led me down the stairs. Wendy stopped when we got to her front door. "I'm free again in two weeks," she said, "Maybe we can meet up again?"

"Yeah," I said, "Sure." I kissed her again, and then I walked out into the sultry Maryland summer evening, wondering if she was hoping to find somebody else by then just as much as I was.

I hoped you liked this story. As always, I appreciate any feedback.