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Why Us?

By: Mareus



On many occasions in my life I have pondered a particular question that remains unanswered or at least is not answered satisfactorily. I've often heard people ask the question 'Why do I have a fetish?' and this is invariably an objective question looking for an explanation of individual behaviour. Most responses fit into a few obvious categories -- because you're reacting to childhood experiences that have shaped your behaviour, because you're weird, because you have something wrong with you or the best answer I have ever seen - 'Who cares?'.

There might be some validity in any of these answers but they do not address my broader question -- what is the purpose of fetishes? No-one seems to spend much time trying to answer this. I have seen some terrible writing on this matter particularly from ignorant pseudo-intellectual quacks who associate some fetishistic behaviour with mental illness citing such damning evidence as many TVs suffer from bouts of depression during their lives. Well, I bet pseudo-intellectual quacks do too so I doubt there's any evidence that fetishes and depression are linked. In fact, I wonder if psychologists try to link the two in an attempt to avoid the inevitable conclusion that sexual fetishes are a form of normal behaviour in our society.

A further thought on the subject I have is about the nature of fetishism. It seems very poorly defined to me. Technically, it is the dependence upon an inanimate object without which sexual satisfaction cannot be achieved but that doesn't work for me. Some people are said to have a foot fetish. Since the foot is part of the human body, how can this be a fetish? The inadequate answer to this is that psychologists will say the foot is not an appropriate part of the human body to sexualise. But if we move up the body to the breasts then someone who has a similar interest in these fine aspects of the female form will be described as having an obsession or is simply a breast man as opposed to a leg man or an arse lover. These, of course, are all linked appropriately to sexual behaviour and easily explained since all three body parts convey a message about a woman's potential for having good genes and for her being a good choice to have kids with. I apologise if this sounds like objectification of women and I mean no offence. I'm simply pointing out some biological facts.

My problem with this comparison of 'normal' attraction, obsession and fetishism is that the boundaries are artificial and ill-conceived. People only seem to distinguish between these three vague categories based upon social acceptance rather than clinical demarcation. Those of us interested in such things know there are thousands, perhaps millions of websites dedicated to the subject and for as many websites that exists, the audience outstrips their number tenfold. We are a uniquely sentient creature with a seemingly infinite appetite for sexual deviation.

Psychologists find the majority of human behaviour fascinating and worth exploring but fetishism seems stuck on the shelf in a dusty and ignored part of the room. It doesn't get the attention it deserves because, well, maybe people don't like what they find there, are uncomfortable with the subject and perhaps don't like to explore it too deeply lest they find out something about themselves that they would rather have left alone.

Whilst I'm straying away from my original question, I'll mention something else that I've wondered about -- do people with fetishes get more out of sex than those who do not? If you have ever indulged someone or been indulged in fetish play yourself, was it not an amazing experience? I'm not saying 'normal' sex isn't fantastic but I suspect that fetishes add something special to a sexual experience (if both/all parties share the same desires).

We know that there's not much in this world that someone somewhere doesn't have a thing about. We seem to seek out new and interesting ways to satisfy our sexual needs and in doing so, we are divorcing sex further from its original purpose of procreation. Perhaps the reason for this is that fetishism is simply an accident. That in our modern, complex world there are many more early-life influences on our behaviour than Mother Nature had planned for but in my experience, virtually everything we do can be explained. Five hundred years ago, we understood very little about the workings of the human body and even less about the mind. Now we find ourselves almost complete in our knowledge. The brain remains a bit of a mystery but beyond that, there's little left that we don't understand completely.

I do not believe that fetishism has anything to do with mental health. I wasn't mad when mine introduced itself to me. I was a small child trying to make sense of the world around me and perhaps all I did was to interpret the sensations I felt in an inappropriate manner. But if that's all it takes, I find it hard to believe that it was either an accident or an abnormality. There's too many of us in my situation for that to be true. So if it wasn't unusual and I'm not mad then there must be a reason for it. 

Perhaps Mother Nature wanted to give the gene pool another way to obtain diversity. After all, that seems to be one of her primary objectives (along with proliferation). Maybe, when the world says that the only way for two people with considerably different levels of attraction to get together is through the presence of richness, fetishism (which I have no doubt existed long before money) might be a way to unite people who would otherwise not find each other attractive thus contributing to the rich genetic multiplicity that is essential to the evolution of the human race.

Another interesting aspect of this subject is that it is generally only associated with men. I can only assume this opinion is born of ignorance. In my life I have encountered women with fetishes about a variety of subjects -- watersports, anal sex, pain, lingerie and male anal to name a few. Who is to say that the woman in your office who spends her time and money on shopping for handbags isn't just satisfying a sexual need? I wonder if men find it a little easier to express their sexual needs than women and so seem more prone to sexual fetishes despite all the anxiety they can cause.

Perhaps we'll never be able to explain fetishes in a satisfactory way. Maybe they'll just keep our sex lives going for a few more years than they were intended to last as our life expectancy grows. Who knows? But if we learn nothing else, surely we should learn acceptance and in time, the maturity to celebrate our sexual differences.

I remember 20 or 30 years ago that a link was made between homosexuality and a particular gene that was often found present in gay people. Perhaps this or another gene exists in people with fetishes. If so then my suggestion regarding diversity could be proved correct (although I have no idea why homosexuality would be genetic since that makes no sense at all in the context of either diversity or proliferation) but I doubt I'll hear a satisfactory explanation in my lifetime - unless you know differently.

Thanks for reading,

Mareus. 

Why Was Frank Avoiding Her



I sat at the table sipping a Coke from the machine just down the motel hall and watched as my best friend Joie (pronounced Joey) worked her magic on a young stud that she had picked up at the Golden Spur. Joie was married, but quite obviously not working at it. She had already taken her sweater and bra off and her breasts were out there for all to see. The 'all' was Joie's stud Al, me and Phil who was Al's wingman of the evening. 

Phil and I watched as Al moved up behind Joie and cupped her breasts and used fingers to tweak nipples that were already stiff. Al's hands dropped and pushed down Joie's skirt and panties and then he pushed her down on the motel bed. Joie moved into position for puppy fucking, which is what she called the doggie position, and wiggled her ass at Al. His cock was hard and he moved up behind Joie and probed with his cock. Joie reached under, took hold of the hard flesh and guided it into the proper place.

Joie was wet -- Joie was always wet -- but it still took Al three pushes to get all the way to the balls into her. Joie grunted and moaned as Al pumped away at her and after several minutes Joie cried out as her first climax of the evening hit. Knowing Joie as well as I did I knew that she would have at least one more before Al got his.

I was aware of Phil's hands on my knee, but I didn't protest. I would if he tried to go higher, but I saw no reason to put a damper on the evening just yet. Joie had two more orgasms before Al exclaimed "Oh Christ" and rammed hard into Joie and held himself tight against her as his seed flowed into her.

I had taken my attention off of Phil for a bit and he had gotten his hand up to mid-thigh. I slapped his hand away and Joie saw it.

"Oh come on Rose; the man needs some relief."

"Not from me. I made that crystal clear before we left the Spur."

"You are such a pill sometimes" she said as she crooked a finger at Phil and made a 'come hither' motion and when Phil got up and moved toward the bed she rolled on her back and waited for him. Phil moved between her legs and his cock slid easily into her cum filled pussy. I watched as Phil thrust his hard cock into Joie. She put her legs up on his shoulders and grunted from the force of his love making. Al watched for a bit and then he moved to Joie's head and pushed his cock at her mouth. She opened her mouth and took him in as the room listened to the 'slap, slap, slap' of Phil plowing Joie's field.

Phil picked up the pace slamming his cock into Joie as he sought his climax and when he reached it and pulled his softening cock out of Joie Al moved from her mouth to her pussy and was quickly balls deep into her. Phil moved to her mouth and Joie began working on him.

What was I doing while all this was going on? I had put my Coke down and I had my left hand holding my panties away from my body so my right could easily get to my pussy. I fingered myself as I wished that it was me on that bed and I brought myself to a climax just about the same time that Al gave Joie another one.

As Al was pulling out of her and Phil was getting ready to take Al's place Joie looked at me and said:

"Are you sure you don't want him? You don't have to settle for your fingers you know."

"I know and I do want him, but I can't and you know it."

"You owe it to yourself girlfriend and besides he'd never know and you know as well as I do that he doesn't care and he isn't going to help you."

That was true enough. Not that Frank wouldn't care if I gave myself to another man; it was just that I was sure that Frank didn't care about me. Joie started to say something, but Phil slammed into her and all that came out of her mouth was a grunt. Phil, having already cum once was taking longer the second time and he gave Joie several orgasms before he got his rocks off. 

By then Al was ready for another round, but I called a halt to things. Joie was driving and I needed to get home. Joie reluctantly got dressed and I got some nasty looks from Al and Phil, but Joie knew when she asked me to go out with her what my limits were and 'home by ten' was one of them.

On the drive home Joie asked, "Why didn't you join in? You wanted to. It was written all over your face."

"I did want to. I wanted to in the worst way, but I just can't bring myself to do it."

"Is it still that silly nonsense about you being married?"

"I suppose it is."

"It doesn't make sense Rose. You are a healthy woman and a healthy woman requires a sex life. If you are telling the truth, and I don't doubt you for a minute, Frank is not giving you what you need and I do mean need. Sex is just as big a need as air, food and water."

"I know all of that Joie, but I just can't make myself do it. I've tried and I've even come close a coupler of times, but I just can't bring myself to go through with it."

"You will Rose. You seem to have forgotten that I have known you since you were twelve and I am well aware of your sexual appetites."

"That was before I got married."

"That may be Rose, but the appetites are still there. Held in check, but they are still there."

Joie was right of course. The appetites were still there. And I wasn't at all that sure that I could hold them in check for much longer.

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Joie was indeed aware of my sexual appetites. More than once we had double-dated and swapped dates during the course of the evening. Three times while still in high school and more times than I can remember in college we had pulled trains lying on a mattress next to each other. Joie and I were two peas in the same pod. Given that, what happened to us after high school and three years of college was surprising.

Joie met Steve, fell head over heels in love, and became a good approximation of a nun. Steve was a fairly straight-laced man and had straight --laced ideas where sex was concerned. He did not believe in sex before marriage and he did not know of Joie's reputation so Joie pretended to be a virgin and went to her marriage bed not knowing at thing about how Steve would be in bed.

He was lousy!

According to what Joie told me he wasn't even a two minute man. Pre-ejaculation was the norm, but Joie loved him to death and wouldn't leave him. But Joie needed sex and lots of it so she played. I never understood it. How could you love someone and constantly hang horns on him, but Joie was Joie and I loved her like a sister and it wasn't any of my business anyway.

I fell in love with Frank, but not trusting that he wouldn't find out what a slut I'd been I told him up front that I had a past, what it was and that I was a very highly sexed woman. His eyes lit up like he had found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. We fucked like sex crazed bunnies from our second date until the fourth year of our marriage and then the sex stopped and there was none. Frank fell at work, hurt his back and suffered from severe back pain. Added to that was stress from work, leg pains from the back injury, late hours at work, etc., etc., etc. The bottom line is that I wasn't getting laid and I was not happy.

I'd told Joie about my problem and she said that she knew just what I needed. Go out, have a few drinks and relax. I thought it worth a try only to find out that in addition to a few drinks she had a few hard cocks in mind. Knowing her as well as I did it shouldn't have come as a surprise. She grabbed onto some stud and naturally he had a buddy. I said to count me out and so Joie did both of them while I sat and watched and resisted the urge to rip off my clothes and join in.

The next time she suggested a night out I said I'd pass and she promised me that the night would not be a repeat of the previous one. Well, it wasn't. She hooked up with a guy who didn't have a buddy and went out into the parking lot and spent quality time with him on a back seat while I sat inside fending off wolves and wishing that it was me on the back seat.

I finally decided that vows be damned and I'd finally get what I needed on a night out with Joie and I went into the evening fully intending to end my long dry spell, but before Al and Phil even joined us I chickened out. I was fighting hard to stay faithful to Frank, but I knew that most likely it was a fight I was going to lose unless Frank started taking care of business.

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I'd set a deadline of ten for being home because I'd made up my mind that if I didn't go through with getting myself laid I was going to get home before Frank went to bed and rape him if I had to. He normally went to bed at eleven and he didn't expect me home until eleven-thirty or twelve.

The house was quiet when I entered and that surprised me. Frank was usually glued to the couch in front of the TV, but the living room was empty. He must have gone to bed early. So much for my raping him. I started for the stairs and saw a light flickering from the direction of Frank's home office and I walked toward it. As I got closer I saw Frank sitting in front of his computer and he was masturbating. Masturbating!! He could masturbate, but he couldn't make love to me? I don't know why I didn't storm into the room and confront him, but I didn't. I backed quietly away and left the house.

I walked around back and sat on one of the patio chairs and contemplated what I'd just discovered. Frank couldn't make love to me because of back pain? Using his hand on himself obviously didn't hurt and that to me meant that lying on his back and letting me do all the work cowgirl fashion wouldn't have hurt either. Why wouldn't he have sex with me? Something wasn't right, but what?

I sat there about twenty minutes pondering the situation and then the light came on in the upstairs bedroom. Frank was turning in. The light went off and I waited another ten minutes and then I went back into the house. I quietly made mu way into the office and closed the door behind me. I brought up the computer and checked the recent history. I typed in the address of the most recent visit and found myself at a site that featured erotic stories. 

It had a section labeled "My Favorites" and I selected it. The page that came up had the note 1 thru 10 of 79. I clicked on the next page and it said 11 thru 20 of 79. I clicked on item 14 on the page; something named "Sammy" and then read what came up. It was a story of a woman who was gangbanged by her husband's bosses and co-workers. I clicked on the next story which was titled "Clubhouse Mom" and read it. It was a story about a mother being gangbanged by her son's friends without her son being aware of it. A random sampling of the other stories showed a common thread. The women were all married and fucking around on their husbands.

I went back to the history and brought up two more sites that had recently been visited. One I couldn't access because it required a password, but the one I could get into was another erotic story site. By the time I got logged onto it I was pissed. Frank could jack off to erotic stories, but he couldn't fuck me? There was going to be a shit storm coming over that! Frank was asleep and I debated dragging him out of bed and then going after him, but then I decided to sleep on things and go after him in the morning after a nights rest.

But I didn't sleep all that well and I spent a lot of time staring up at the ceiling and thinking. Not a good thing given the thoughts I was having. By morning I had changed my mind. I was going to see what I could find out about what Frank was doing.

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The next morning at breakfast Frank asked me about my evening and I said that it had been okay, but I didn't think that I was going to go out for drinks with Joie anymore and Frank asked why.

"There is just something about two women sitting alone that makes every man in the place think you are trying to hook up with guys. I get tired of it. I want to sit and enjoy myself; not spend the evening fending off unwanted attention."

"You and Joie are extremely good looking ladies and you are bound to attract attention. Maybe you should look for a place where there aren't many men around. Maybe find one of those gay women's bars.

"Oh sure. Get rid of male attention just so I can have a bunch of bull-dykes hitting on me."

"Then find some place to go and some things to do that will not put you in situations where you will be hit on. Find something because you do need to get out of the house every once in a while."

As I took a sip of my coffee I was thinking "Maybe its you needing to get me out of the house."

While Frank was showering I walked around the house making some arrangements and when Frank finished his shower I took mine and then got ready for work. Luckily the day was extremely busy and I was able to put my thoughts about Frank to the side.

That night at dinner I said, "Kohl's is having a sale on shoes and I'm going to run over there after dinner and see what they have. While I'm there I'll probably look for some dresses suitable for work."

Frank knew my shopping habits and he knew I'd be gone for at least three hours. After dinner I cleaned up, put everything in the dishwasher, grabbed my purse and told Frank I was leaving. I left the house, drove one block over and parked. I waited about fifteen minutes and then I walked back to the house. I'd already gone through the house arranging blinds and drapes so I could see into the house.

I didn't see anything until I got to the window of the home office. Frank was taking advantage of my being gone. He was sitting in front of the computer beating his meat. I watched for a couple of minutes or so and then I went to Kohl's to engage in some retail therapy. Shoes, dresses, slips and bras took my mind off Frank and what he was doing.

Once Frank was sound asleep I got up and went to the office and turned on the computer. I logged onto the Net and then brought up "My Favorites" and saw the three story sites I noticed the night before. One of them highlighted in red the stories that had been recently been read and I checked them out. Once again they were all stories of cheating wives. Wives that cheated because of being blackmailed, because of being taken advantage of when they were drunk, because they were being forced to try and save hubby's job and some just because they loved doing it.

As I shut down the computer I was asking myself why Frank would rather jack off than make love to me and why were cheating wife stories turning him on? 

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I met Joie for lunch and since she has always been my closest confidant I told her about what I'd found out.

"What are you going to do about it?"

"I don't know."

"I know what I'd do if I were in your shoes."

"What?"

"I'd find out how to become a member of those sites and how to post stories. Once I had that done I'd go out and do the things that he is reading about, write them up as stories and then post them on the sites. Then I'd sit back and get a charge out of knowing that he was jacking off to his own wife."

"I couldn't do that."

"Why not? You say he isn't having sex with you any more. If you did it and he whacked off to your story you would be having a sort of sexual relationship with him wouldn't you?"

I had no answer to that, but the thought rattled around in my mind all afternoon at work.

That night I put on my sexiest peignoir and sluttiest heels and offered myself up in an unmistakable way only to be told that his back had been killing him all day. It was the last straw. "Fuck you Frank" I thought to myself and on the way to work the next morning I thought of Joie's idea and decided that I was going to do it.

I had my personal laptop in the car with me and I took my lunch hour at a restaurant that had Wi-Fi and I logged onto the three sites that seemed to be Frank's favorites and set up author's accounts. Once back at work I called Joie and asked when our next night out was going to happen.

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"Monica had her head in Mike's lap and I could hear the sounds of her sucking his cock. It added to the excitement I was feeling as I cheated on my husband for the very first time. Monica's head bobbed up and down on Mike's cock and in the back seat I started to do the same thing to Tony. He had such a nice cock. It was bigger than my husbands and I was going to have to work like hell if I was going to deep throat it. The moans from the front seat reminded me of the time during our first year in college when we did the same thing with a couple of frat boys only that time it was me in the front seat and Monica in the back. I took another inch of Tony's cock and thought "Ten years and nothing has changed.

I pulled my attention back to Tony. He reached down and tweaked my nipples and my body shivered as I tried to take another inch of his cock. My husband loved it when I deep throated him (of course it was easier with him because of his size) and Tony seemed to like it too. It took a while but I finally reached the base of his cock and I gripped his hips with both hands and pulled him against me. He understood exactly what I wanted and his hands went to the back of my head and held it as he started to fuck my face. I concentrated on breathing through my nose as he banged away.

"Oh fuck me" he moaned. "I'm going to cum" and he took his hands away from my head and I knew he was going to pull back. I hadn't fought to get where I was just so he could pull out so I dug my nails into his ass and pulled him hard against me. He cried out "Oh fuck" as he blew his wad down my throat and into my stomach. I felt three spurts before I pulled my way off of him.

"Jesus Christ lady, that was something else. I could learn to love that. Leave your husband and come live with me."

I laughed as I said, "I can't do that. How can I cheat on him if I move out? It's the cheating that's the turn on for me and no, I won't cheat on him with only you. I need dozens and dozens of men to hang horns on him. Someday I want to be able to tell him how many men I've fucked behind his back since I found out about his motel lunch hours with his big titted secretary."

Then we were at the motel and Mike went to get us a room as I closed my blouse. I didn't want my tits out for all to see as I moved from the car to the motel room."

I stopped and reviewed what I was typing. I just wished I could put into words the pure sexual excitement that the evening generated in me. Every word I was typing was true except for the names I'd give Joie and myself and the reason I'd given for cheating on Frank. Somehow 'big titted secretary' sounded better than "I'm cheating on my husband because he beats off in front of a computer." I thought about the rest of the night and smiled as I typed:

"The room had the standard two beds and Monica's blouse hit the far one before Mike closed the door behind us. Tony was behind me and he worked my blouse off and my already loose bra slid down my arms and hit the floor. I turned t undress him and found his pants already down and pooled around his ankles. I knelt and while he struggled to get his feet clear I pulled down his boxers and let his restrained cock spring free. I captured it with my mouth and heard him moan.

I wondered what my hubby would think if he saw his cheating wife on her knees with another man's cock in her mouth. Would he still think that fucking his secretary had been a good idea?

On the other bed I heard Monica say, "Fuck me; hurry up and fuck me. I need it bad. Hurry."

I took my mouth off Tony's cock and said, "What she just said goes for me too."

While he took off his shirt and shoes I dropped my skirt and panties and got on the bed. I still had on my thigh high nylons and high heels and I knew just how hot I looked as I spread myself for him. I was wet enough to float a battleship and Tony slid his cock into me with no trouble. My hands went to his ass and I dug my nails in and pulled him hard against me. "Oh baby, you are one hot bitch" he breathed into my ear and he was right. I was hot! I was as hot as any woman who had gone without sex for as long as I had. 




Why Was Frank Avoiding Her



"Fuck me, fuck me hard" I moaned into his neck and he did. Did he ever! I came twice before he did and when he had spurted into me and pulled out I turned and cleaned him with my mouth -- something that my hubby had always wanted me to do, but that I never had.

When I had licked our combined juices off of him I asked, "What next?"

"Has your hubby ever used your magnificent looking ass?"

"Only once, but he didn't care for it so we never did it again."

"How about you? Did you like it?"

"It got used a lot before I got married. You'll have to go slow and be gentle until we are well into it." 

He went into the motel bathroom and got the small bottle of complimentary shampoo and then we got into a sixty-nine with me on top and I sucked his cock while he worked on my butt hole with his fingers and the shampoo. He took it slow and easy going in and as soon as I was used to it he went to town and blew my mind. It was the first time I ever came doing anal. He came and held himself in me until he was soft and then he pulled out. 

Mike said, "Want to swap?" and I said, "I don't mind if Monica doesn't."

Monica reached for Tony's cock as a way of saying that she was all for the idea, but Tony backed away from her and said:

"Maybe next time, but I have to get going."

Mike shrugged and said, "If you girls can wait a bit I can run him to his car and hurry back."

Monica looked at me and I looked at my watch. "I'd better get going also. If I stay out too late my hubby might get the right idea and I wouldn't want that."

On the ride back to where we had left our cars Tony tried to talk me into meeting him again and I again had to tell him that I wasn't looking for a boyfriend to have an affair with.

"Maybe if we ever find ourselves in the same place when I'm out looking we can get together again, bust as far as making dares? No, I don't think so."

When we were in Monica's car and headed for my place she looked over at me and said:

"Well you little slut; how did you like your first time cheating?"

"I loved it."

"Are we going to do it again?"

"Many, many times and soon" I replied.

I reread what I'd typed, found several grammatical errors and saw that in a couple of places I had put in Joie instead of Monica and I changed it. Then I ran spell check and made a few more corrections. Finally satisfied I logged onto Frank's three favorite sites and posted the story. I smiled as I logged off and said to myself:

"Beat off to that asshole."

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One site said that it could take up to forty-eight hours for the story to be posted so I waited two days and then brought up the site on my laptop. The story was there, but I couldn't tell if Frank had read it. I would need to log onto the site on the home office computer to find that out. Frank had it set up that he was automatically logged onto the site when the site recognized his URL. I could check the story list and if he'd read my story it would be highlighted in red. 

That night I waited until Frank was asleep and then I went down and got on his computer. He had read the story. I clicked on favorites and was slightly miffed that he hadn't added me to his "Favorite Author" list. Next time I would just have to try harder. 

Oh yes, there would indeed be a next time.

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It was a week before I got a call from Joie wanting to know if I wanted to go out and play. I told her I was more than ready and we made arrangements for the next evening.

In the morning I told Frank I was meeting Joie after work and we were going to go out for drinks with a girl we knew who was getting married. I told him I might be late and not to wait up.

"The place was already packed when we got there and all we could see were two seats at the bar. We took them and ordered and I handed a twenty to the bartender when he brought them. He waved it away and told me that they had been taken care of by the gentleman at the end of the bar. Monica and I looked that way and saw a rather good looking man and we raised our glasses to him in a 'thank you' gesture. He smiled and gave us a little wave and then turned to talk to the man next to him.

Monica and I sipped our drinks and checked out the place. There were easily a dozen interesting looking men in the place and several of them were looking our way. I saw one get up and move in our direction, but before he could get to us the man who bought our drinks was standing there.

"If I may be so bold" he said, "My friends and I have a table and there just happen to be two empty seats. I would love to have you join us."

I looked at Monica to see what she thought of the idea and saw that she was already sliding off of her bar stool. The man introduced himself as Jason and then led us over to a table where three other men were sitting. They were introduced to us as Randy, Josh and Ryan. A round of drinks arrived almost as soon as we sat down and within minutes Monica had pulled Randy off of his seat and led him out onto the dance floor. Jason watched as she went and he smiled and said:

"She sure doesn't waste any time does she."

"When you have a husband to go home to you don't want to spend too much time on the un-necessaries."

"You feel the same way too?"

"Of course."

"Which one of us is your pick?"

I looked at Jason, Joe and Ryan and then back to Jason and thought of all the trains I'd pulled before getting married and how much I had enjoyed them and then said;

"I can't seem to make up my mind so I guess it will have to be all of you."

"Ooomph" cried out Monica with her mouthful of Joe's cock as Randy pounded his cock into her pussy. I wasn't paying too much attention to her since I had two of my own to handle. Ryan was on his back and I was bent over him on hands and knees swallowing his cock while Jason was feeding his cock rather forcefully into my pussy. Jason drove hard into me and my face jammed down on Ryan's cock and his cock head hit the back of my throat and just then I was hit with a shuddering orgasm and throat contractions milked Ryan's cock and he shot his load up against the back of my throat. The angle was a poor one for swallowing and to keep from choking I had to pull my mouth off of him and I caught the next two spurts on my face. Just as Ryan's cum bathed my nose Jason drove hard into me and I felt his cock throb as he emptied into me. He held me tight against him as his cock softened and I lowered my head and started licking Ryan's cock clean. Jason pulled his cock out of me, but before I could move another hard cock slid into my soaking wet pussy. I looked back and saw Joe beginning to fuck me. I looked over at the other bed and saw Randy still fucking Monica and Jason moving into position so Monica could use her mouth to get him ready to go again. As Joe's balls banged against my ass I bent and went back to work on Ryan and I had him up by the time Joe shot into me. Ryan quickly moved to take Joe's place in my well use box and I looked over at the other bed and saw Jason was fucking Monica hard and Joe moving into place to try her mouth.

By the time it was time for Monica and I to go home all four men had fucked me and two of them had cum in my mouth. As we rode back to the bar where we had left our cars I wondered if hubby was having as much fun with his secretary as I was having. Somehow I doubted it."

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I used my lunch hour to bring up the sites that I had posted on. One of them took three to five days to put a story up and I only posted to them because I knew that Frank went there. One of then would post the story the very next day, but neither one of those sites had what I wanted. Neither gave me any way to see what Frank was doing. One might have, but it required a password so I posted first to the site that highlighted the stories that Frank click on and which also had a "Favorites" section that I could check out.

I waited two days and saw my story posted and that night after Frank had fallen asleep I went down to the computer in the office and brought up the site. The story was highlighted so I know that Frank read it, but I was pissed when I saw that the asshole still hadn't put me on his "Favorite Author" list.

I guess I had to try harder.

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Joie's husband took her off on a two week vacation so the next time I went out I was on my own.

"I made my way to the bar and ordered a drink. I guess I was spoiled by previous outings and instead of hearing "It has been taken care of by..." I heard "That'll be six dollars." I hadn't taken any money out of my purse to pay for the drink and I had to go fishing in my purse to find the money.

Looking around the room I saw several prospects and saw that most of the prospects were looking at me. It wasn't long before one of them came up to me and asked me if I would care to dance. I smiled, said yes and let him lead me out onto the dance floor. Once there I made sure that I brushed my breasts against him and that my leg nudged him suggestively. 

When the song ended he asked me to join him at his table and when I said that I would he asked me if I would like another drink. I said yes to that also and he headed to the bar to get it. When he got back he set the drink in front of me, scooted his chair closer to me and put his hand on my leg. I let my legs open a bit and the hand moved up and soon his fingers were rubbing my pussy through my panties.

It excited me that he was doing it to me in public and I opened my legs a little farther in what could only be taken as an invitation. I felt a finger enter me and my pussy was soaking wet. I moaned and he said:

"Let's get out of here."

It was what I was there for so I picked up my purse and he took me by the hand and led me out to his car. He opened the door for me and I got in. "My place is close" he said as he got in, started the car and pulled out of the bar parking lot. As he drove I wondered if hubby's lunch time sessions with his cow of a secretary were as pleasurable as I intended my night to be.

He patted the seat next to him and I slid over and saw that he had taken his cock out. I reached for it and took it in my hand and was amazed at how big it felt. His hand moved up my leg and touched my pussy through my panties.

"Take off your panties" he said and I did. As I went back to stroking him he worked a finger into my wet hole and I spread my legs to give him better access. His finger found my clit and I gasped and hunched my pussy up at his hand and my body shook. He pulled his finger out of me and said:

"We're here."

He parked and came around the car tucking in his cock before opening the door for me. Definitely a gentleman. I couldn't remember the last time that my husband had done that for me. He took my arm and led me into the house and once inside he pulled me to him and kissed me hard. 

My hand found his throbbing cock and I wanted it. I wanted it bad. He started to undress me and l let go of his cock and helped him. Then I gave him a hand in getting his clothes off.

"You want me to fuck you now?"

"A silly question. I don't usually get naked with a guy to play Scrabble."

"Not a silly question at all sweetie. Some women can't handle me without a lot of foreplay and some are so wet we don't need to waste time."

I got my first good look at his cock. "Thank you hubby dear" I said to myself. "If you weren't a cheating asshole I would never have gotten a chance to try on a log like this."

The man, and it occurred to me that I didn't even know his name, was a good four inches longer than my husband and at least two inches bigger around. Even though my pussy was so wet it was leaking his initial push made me gasp, but God did it ever feel good. It took him several thrusts to get that thing all the way in and then my legs wrapped around him and my nails dug into his ass as I moaned:

"Fuck me, fuck me, oh God yes, please fuck me."

He laughed. "Like this do you?"

"I love it. Sweet Jesus don't you dare stop, please please please don't stop."

"Tell me you want it. Say it; tell me what you want."

"Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me and make me your slut. Make me your whore. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

I had at least three screaming orgasms and he was still pounding me hard. "Cum in me" I moaned, "Please cum in me."

"You protected?"

I was, but I moaned, "No, no I'm not, but I don't care. Cum in me; please cum in me. Fill me, flood my pussy."

"What if I get you pregnant?"

"I don't care. My husband will raise it and I'll name it after you. Cum in me, just fill me."

He drove hard and I felt his cock twitch and then throb and shoot his hot juice into me. As his sperm hit my vaginal walls I had a huge orgasm and before my body stopped shaking I heard the applause. I looked and saw that we were not alone.

"I forgot to tell you that I have a roommate."

"Five of them?"

"Not really, but he has friends and he invited them over for poker thinking I was going to be out all night."

This wasn't what I'd had in mind when I'd hooked up with the guy and I started to say "I don't th..." but was stopped by the cock that pushed it's way into my mouth. I felt the huge cock pull out of me and tried to raise up, but another man moved between my legs and I felt his cock slide into me. It was obvious that it was going to happen and it wasn't anything new to me so I relaxed and went with the flow.

The six men took me one after another and usually two at a time. First it was pussy and mouth and then it changed to pussy and ass. The first time it happened a moan escaped me as the two cocks entered me almost simultaneously and one of the guys said:

"She likes it. The little whore likes it."

I did.

Once it was even ass, pussy and mouth.

The guy with the huge cock fucked me twice more and he was nice about it. He knew his size and what it could do so he left my ass and mouth alone and just used my pussy.

I'd lost track of time and when I caught a glance at the bedside clock I exclaimed:

"Oh shit! I've got to get out of here."

"But we're not done."

"I don't care. I've got to get home before my husband gets suspicious."

"Tough shit. We don't feel like letting you go."

Thinking fast I said, "If you don't let me get home to him we won't ever be able to do this again. He will lock me in the cellar or chain me to the house."

As I had hoped the idea that we could get together and do it again got them to back off. Would there ever be another time with them? No fucking way! There probably would have been, but that "We don't want to let you go" told me that I didn't want anymore to do with the assholes. On the way back to my car Mr. Big Dick said:

"Did my roommate and his buddies ruin it for me?"

I still wasn't back into the safety of my car so I said, "For you? No, but for them, you bet your ass."

When he dropped me at my car -- gentleman to the last -- he got out, walked me to the car and waited while I unlocked it. Then he pulled me to him and kissed me. We swapped tongues and then he handed me a card.

"I won't ask you for your number gorgeous. If we get together again it will be because you want to. I do hope that I hear from you."

One last kiss and he walked away. After getting in my car I looked at his card. Nothing on it but a phone number. I still didn't know his name, but only fair I guess; he didn't know mine. I rolled down the window to toss the card out, but then I thought of the exquisite feeling of that huge cock stuffing me and I rolled the window back up and put the card in my purse. As I drove home I was thinking that hubby's nooner with his big titted bimbo couldn't have been anywhere near as fulfilling as my night out with the boys."

Once again my story was highlighted in red, but the frosting on the cake was when I found that I had been added to Frank's "Favorite Author" list. Had to make sure I stayed on it, right?

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My night with Mr. Huge Meat and his roommate and roommate's friends convinced me that there wouldn't be any more solo nights. There was indeed safety in numbers so until Joie got home I was grounding myself.

Yeah, right!

I'd already taken Mr. 555-340-1863's card out of my purse a dozen times and looked at it, but it was three days before I picked up the telephone and called the number. When I heard the voice on the other end of the line say "hello" I realized that he didn't know my name any more than I knew his so I just said:

"Hi. It's me."

"I wondered if you would call."

"I almost didn't. I wasn't too happy with the way our last time together went."

"I'm sorry. Jerry wasn't supposed to be there, let alone his friends, but once they showed up my hands were tied. Besides being my roommate Jerry is my business partner and I need to stay on very good terms with him. And in truth you did seem to enjoy it."

"I did, but I would have liked to have had a say in the matter instead of just being taken and used. There were two that I would never have let come near me under other circumstances."

"Dare I hope that this call means that I just might get another chance?"

"Could be; as long as I know it is going to be just you."

"Jerry was really taken with you. I know he would like to see you again."

"Maybe some other time." 

"When can we get together?"

"I can get out tomorrow."

"What time and where?"

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"I felt strange walking into the Silver Dollar without Monica by my side. I'd never been in the place alone before. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was seven on the dot. 

I looked around and didn't see Mr. 555-340-1863 anywhere so I headed for an empty booth, ordered a drink and then started checking out the crowd. If Mr. 555 didn't show there were several appealing possibilities and in fact one of them noticed me looking his way and he smiled, got up and headed toward my booth, but it was not to be because before he could get to me Mr.555 slid onto the seat across from me. He eyed the approaching male who, under Mr. 555's gaze, turned and walked the other way.

"That will teach me" he said. "I should have gotten here earlier. It isn't a smart move to leave a fox like you alone. Not even for a minute."

"You sound suspiciously like a man who wants to get into my pants."

"Damn it! Busted! I hate it when that happens."

"Lucky for you I'm the kind of girl who gives it up fairly easy."

"You ready to leave?"

"I'm not that easy. I have to get at least a drink or two before I spread."

"Just my luck. A girl who drives a hard bargain."

He bought me another drink and then we danced for several numbers. After my third drink, being eager to see his cock again, I said:

"Are you ready to get down to business?"

"I've been ready since I pulled into the parking lot. Just thinking of you being in here waiting got me hard."

I reached under the table and ran my hand up his leg until it reached his bulge. He was most definitely hard.

"It's yours you know" he said, "Where is the kinkiest place you have ever had sex?"

"Kitchen table at my boyfriend's parent's house while they were outside in the backyard setting up for a barbecue. You?"

"Here tonight in either the men's bathroom or the women's bathroom."

"Are you serious?"

"I am if I can get you to do it."

I looked at him and saw the dare in his eyes and then I smiled at him and said:

"You're on, but it has to be the men's room."

"Why?"

"Because if it was the ladies room and another woman walked in on us she would see what I'm getting and she would want some and I don't want to share."

"What if a man walks in on us?"

"He can use my mouth."

"I've been looking for a woman like you all my adult life. Let's go."

We left our booth, walked down the hallway to the restrooms, looked to make sure that no one was watching and ducked into the men's room. The door had a lock on it and he reached for it and I quickly said:




Why Was Frank Avoiding Her



"No; don't."

"You know what's likely to happen?"

"Isn't that the point? To see if we can get away with it without getting caught?"

"Oh sweet Jesus I've found me the slut I want to live the rest of my life with. Turn around, drop your panties and bend over the sink counter."

I was wet. God was I ever wet and his huge cock didn't take more than three pushes to bottom out. I gripped the countertop and screamed at him to fuck me and fuck me hard as he pumped into me. After several minutes (and two orgasms) the door opened and a man walked in. He stood there watching us for maybe thirty seconds and it turned me on even more than I already was.

"Fuck me" I moaned, 'fuck me, make me cum, knock me up, cum in me, please cum in me."

Then the man stepped to the urinal, took out his cock and peed. I watched as the stream flowed and then slowed to a trickle and then to nothing. I was looking into his eyes when he shook it to get the last drops off.

"Wipe it" I moaned, "Wipe it and bring it to me."

He grabbed a hand towel, wiped off the head of his dick and then brought it over and put it into my waiting mouth. I sucked him while I was fucked hard and given another orgasm.

"Oh baby, I hope this load gives you triplets" Mr. 555 gasped out as I felt the hot flood of cum coating the insides of my welcoming pussy. He pulled out and I took my mouth off of the cock I was sucking and cried:

"In me, finish in me. Cum in me, make me pregnant."

He moved in behind me and 555 had me so stretched that I scarcely felt him enter me, but I felt his balls as they banged against my ass. He only lasted about four minutes, but I was satisfied for the moment. I stood up, grabbed some hand towels and stuffed them in my pussy, pulled on my panties and the told my lover to hurry up and get me to a bed.

It was a five minute drive to the motel and then he fucked me again. When he was done he said:

"I want your ass."

"No."

"Why not? You took it up the butt the other night at my place."

"No one the size of you. If you did me there we would need a couple of hours for you to work on me to get me ready and then another half hour to work your way into me and get me to the point where I could enjoy it and I don't have that much time. When I come out to play I always have to keep one eye on the clock so I can make sure I'm home in time to keep the husband from becoming suspicious. Maybe some day we can both take a day off work and try, but not now. Come on. We have time for one more before I have to go."

As I was getting dressed he said, "Is it me or is it the size of my cock?"

"You're a nice guy, but I run into nice guys all the time. That said, I also have to say that you are the only nice guy I've run across who is hung like a horse. I guess the honest answer to your question would be twenty-five percent you and seventy-five percent your cock."

"Ouch! That hurts."

"Don't give me that Mr. Horse Cock. You know what you have and you know it draws the ladies and you know you don't want a full time woman because it would keep you from bestowing your gift on as many ladies as you can."

"You are wrong there; I've been looking for a long time to find the perfect woman for me."

"Good luck."

"Oh I've found her; I just can't have her, right?"

"If you are saying what I think you are I'm flattered. Unfortunately, even though he is a cheating asshole, I still love my husband. However, if he ever leaves me I do have your phone number."

"Changing the subject quickly here you say that it is twenty-five me and seventy-five my cock. Would you be interested in trying an even bigger one?"

"A bigger one would probably kill me."

"Nonsense. You took every inch of me and I could tell you had room for a bit more. You really should try Terry. I'd love to see your limit."

"It is hard to imagine a bigger one than yours. Longer or bigger around?"

"Both."

"You really think I could do one that big without getting hurt?"

"If you couldn't have taken all of me I'd have said no, but you did take all of me so I think you can handle Terry. Just one thing. He's black. You okay with that?"

"I forget what porn star said it, but what she said was that "It is the size of the dick that matters not the color of the dick's life support unit."

"Does that mean that you would like to try it?"

"Yes, I guess that it does, but only on one condition."

"What's that?"

"You have to tell me your name."

I typed it up, spellchecked and then proof read it. Satisfied I posted it and waited two days and checked to see if the story was highlighted on Frank's computer. It was and not for the first time I wished I had a spy cam in the room to show me if Frank was just reading my stories or beating off to them. I even actually considered getting one until I realized that it would probably have to be mounted on his shoulder for me to be able to see if the words on the screen were mine.

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Monday I was sitting at my desk ostensibly reviewing expense reports while I was actually fantasizing about fucking my boss at the company Christmas party while Frank was sitting in the next room sipping his drink and watching the people dance. I was imagining being on my back with my nylon clad legs and high heel shod feet up on Alan's shoulders when the phone rang. It was Joie letting me know that she was back and asking me to meet her for lunch.

Over salad and iced tea she told me all about her vacation including the six times she'd managed to find a sex partner while her husband was napping or lying on the beach.

"There was this absolutely delicious young bellhop who had a cock that hardly ever went soft. How about you? What have you been up to without me here to corrupt you?"

I told her about my adventures and when I described Walter and the size of his cock she looked at me incredulous. 

"That big and you took it all? Oh my God sweetie, you have to share this one with me."

"That's not all. He has a friend that he says is even bigger and he wants me to meet him."

"Are you going to?"

"Of course."

"Just the friend or Walter and the friend?"

"Both of them."

She looked at me and was silent for a bit and then said, "You can't."

"Why not?"

"They will put you in the hospital."

"Oh come on Joie; get serious."

"I am serious sweetie. You know men. One is not going to just stand there and watch and you know it. While one is doing you the other is going to be thinking about which hole he should use, Do you really think you can take a cock bigger than you say Walter's is in your pussy and then also take Walter in your mouth or your butt? Oh no baby girl, if you are going to see both at the same time it is going to be with me there to watch over you."

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Monica followed me through the door of the hotel room that Walter had rented. Walter raised his eyebrows when he saw Monica and I told him that I would explain later and then he introduced us to Terry, a tall well built black man. I saw Monica cast a quick glance at me. I'd not told her that Walter's friend was black and Monica was a bit of a racist.

After a bit of small talk Walter pulled me to him and said:

"I know you only have a couple of hours before you have to go so lets not waste a minute" and he started to unbutton my blouse. "I need to open you for him" he whispered in my ear as he unsnapped my bra.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Terry move toward Monica and I tensed expecting her to say "Get away from me" or something similar, but she just stood there like a deer caught in the headlights of an onrushing car and then Walter pulled my left nipple and I forgot all about Monica. Walter rolled my nipple between his fingers and I moaned and went to my knees in front of him. 

As I did my best to get enough of Walter in my mouth to make it memorable I saw that Terry had his pants open, his cock out and Monica stripped. I saw her hesitatingly reach out for the large piece of black meat and I wondered where the "racist" had disappeared to. There was damn sure no racist in the room as she opened her mouth to take in the head of the biggest cock I'd ever seen that wasn't attached to a farm animal.

Then all thoughts of Monica were gone as Walter worked his cock into me and pounded me through two orgasms before pumping what felt like a gallon of cum into me. He pulled out of me and said to Terry:

"She's ready for you."

Terry pulled away from Monica who moaned "Oh no!" as Terry moved toward me. Walter walked over to her and said:

"Not to worry; he'll be back and by the time he gets here I'll have you ready for him."

He offered his cock to her mouth and after a quick glance over at Terry moving between my legs she opened her mouth and took Walter's cock in.

Seeing Terry's cock up close I had serious doubts that I would be able to take him inside me. He was at least two inches longer than Walter which I didn't think would be a problem, but he was twice as big around. Terry saw the look on my face and said:

"Relax. You can do it. I've never met a woman yet who couldn't. All we have to do is go slow and easy at first."

He was right -- I could do it -- and I did it twice. I'd never felt so totally full and stuffed in my life.

I heard a loud "Oh Fuck!" and looked at the other bed and saw Walter sliding inch after inch into Monica. I smiled as I remembered my first time with Walter. I knew just what Monica was feeling.

Terry had given me three orgasms before he came in me and when he started to pull back I clutched at him. I didn't want to lose the extremely full and stuffed feeling, I know it is an overused phrase, but Terry had touched me in places I didn't even know I had and I wanted him to stay inside me forever. Eventually though I had to relax and turn him loose.

On the other bed Walter was driving hard into Monica and she was screaming and clawing at his ass trying to pull him in deeper. I grabbed Terry and said:

"I have to get you ready for her" and he smiled and brought his cock to my mouth. I marveled at the taste of our juices mixed together. Nectar of the Gods I thought. He was so big around that two inches of him was all that I could take, but I did my absolute best on those two inches and by the time I heard Monica say, "Don't go, please don't go" as Walter finished and pulled out I had Terry ready for her.

Monica and I did both men twice and then it was time to go. Walter asked when we could do it again and I told him that I would call him. While I was talking with him I saw my friend 'Monica the racist' slip a piece of paper to big black Terry and I guessed that it was her phone number. Would wonders never cease.

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As Joie and I drove home I thought that it would be just my luck that tonight would be the night the Frank wanted to make love. I would have to plead headache because there was no way I could let him have sex with me. He wouldn't even be able to touch the sides. Fortunately he was in bed asleep when I when I got home.

That night I dreamed of huge cocks. They were coming at me from all angles and from every direction and I was frantically trying to take care of them all. Mouth, pussy, ass, nostrils and ears were taking in cocks and my hands were clutching the ones waiting their turn. My feet even had one held between them as I gave a foot job. Cocks, huge cocks, gigantic cocks everywhere and all mine. I woke up wet with sweat.

The next day at work I planned and plotted to be able to spend days with Walter or Terry or both at the same time. I thought of what lies I could tell Frank to accomplish it. Business trip? I'd never been on one and secretaries don't take business trips. Sick relative I needed to visit? All of them lived within a half hour of the house and Frank would want to visit them too. Fall down, hit my head, claim amnesia and wander off for five days? Get serious girl. It couldn't be done. I wanted to do it, but it just couldn't be done.

Then in a moment of clarity it occurred to me that I had become a size queen and huge cocks were about to take over my life. Did I want that? YES!!!! But was I going to let it happen? 

That was the question. 

The facts were that I did love what Walter and Terry did for me, but I also loved my husband. Frank had let me down and I had gotten my back up and taken care of myself, but I still loved Frank. But I was honest enough with myself to know that if Frank didn't get his head out of his ass -- or the computer as it were -- I was eventually going to leave him. Did I want that? No, I did not, but I wouldn't go without sex and if Frank didn't start taking care of business I'd always find someone who would and eventually I would get caught. It was inevitable. Cheaters always get found out. They always think they can get away with it and a lot of them do for a while, but they almost always get caught.

The questions I had to answer were (1) Did I want to keep at it until Frank caught me and kicked me to the curb, (2) Did I want to take my fate in my own hands and leave on my terms or (3) Did I want to try and save the marriage before 1 or 2 occurred. The answer was try to save the marriage first.

That night after the dinner dishes had been cleared away I told Frank to grab a beer and have a seat on the couch.

"We need to have a long serious talk Frank."

I didn't normally tell Frank what to do so he looked at me with a mildly shocked expression and I knew he was thinking "Oh shit, this could be bad" but he got his beer and went to the couch. I poured myself a glass of white wine and went to join him. I told him I was fed up with the lack of a sex life and his constant excuses. I told him that I'd caught him masturbating and told him if he could do that he could give me a sex life. Then I hit him with what I considered "The Big Guns."

"You either start taking care of your husbandly duties or I'm going to go out looking for a bed buddy. I intend to get laid by Saturday of this week. The choice you have is do you want it to be with you or with some lucky guy that I pick up at a bar."

Frank looked away from me for a long moment and then he looked back at me and took a deep breath.

"I can't. The soonest I can do it is next Wednesday and only then if things go right."

"If things go right?"

He looked away again and I said, "You need to explain that Frank." He wouldn't meet my eyes and I said, "You want me to go looking tonight Frank? I don't really need to wait until Saturday."

He looked at me, took another deep breath and the story came out. He and four others from his office had gone out of town for a four day training session at the home office. I remembered it. One of the four was Sylvia Marsh. The four went out and partied all four nights. Mostly just drinking and taking turns dancing with Sylvia. On the third morning had woken up and found himself naked in bed with a naked Sylvia. He couldn't even remember (or so he said) how the two of them got there. His memory of the night was mostly blank. He remembered getting into some kind of drinking game with the others and he had gotten seriously drunk.

That morning Morris, one of the others on the trip, pulled Frank aside at the first coffee break and said, "You didn't go to bed with Sylvia did you?" Frank admitted to waking up with her, but had no idea of how he had gotten there and Morris told him he better get to a doctor and when Frank asked why Morris told him that Sylvia had given a social disease to three other guys in the company. It turned out that Frank was the fourth. He had been pleading bad back to keep from making love to me until his gonorrhea was cured.

"Bullshit Frank. It doesn't take six months to knock down a case of gonorrhea."

He looked away again and said, "The gonorrhea is gone, but it takes up to six months to make sure that you don't have the Aids virus. I couldn't take the chance that I might have it and pass it on to you. I couldn't live with myself if I gave you that. Monday is when I have my six month check up and I'll have the results on Wednesday."

I sat there and stared at him as I thought about what he'd told me. I had no trouble believing it could have happened. It had happened to me more than once before I met Frank. Once I woke up in a lakeside cabin with six frat boys and had no memory of the night. Then it dawned on me that Frank had been forcing himself to keep it in his pants to protect me. He couldn't suddenly start using condoms without me wanting to know why and while he was going without to protect me I was out reliving my slutty pre-marriage past. 

I guess I should have felt bad about that, but to be bluntly honest I didn't. I was highly sexed and I needed it. What I needed to do now was get the train back up on the tracks and get it moving in the right direction again.

"All right Frank. I'll keep my panties on until Wednesday, but I'll expect you to call me at work the minute you get your results and tell me that you are cleared. If you haven't been cleared I'll be leaving work and going to a lounge where they have music and guys looking for a good time."

Frank gave me a funny look and then said, "That's it? No "I'll cut off your balls" or "I'll make you sorry you ever met me?"

"No Frank. You are a man and all men are expected to be stupid when it comes to pussy."

"You don't hate me? You don't want to kick my ass to the curb for cheating on you?"

"Look Frank; I'm pissed, okay? But I believe you when you say it happened and you don't know how. I'm not happy that you put me in the position of a nun for six months, but on the other hand I very happy that you took great care not to give me any of the gifts that Sylvia bestowed on you. That doesn't mean that I'm letting you off scot free. I'm dead serious that I intend to get laid and your punishment is going to be knowing that some stud is going to be helping me make up for lost time if you don't get your clearance on Monday. That's your punishment Frank. You get to spend the next week wondering if some one else is going to get lucky with your wife."

Would I actually do it and then rub his face in it? No. I would make him sweat though. I was flirting with the idea of one more time with Walter, but it would be before the weekend if I did go through with it and I'd make sure that I didn't give Frank a reason to think I'd moved the schedule up from Wednesday.

Did I feel bad about what I'd done and what I was thinking of doing? No I didn't. My view is that Frank made me do it. By his actions he forced me to take care of myself. If he had fessed up when he found out what Sylvia had given him I would have accepted it as I had when he finally confessed. As I said, I could see it happening because it had happened to me. If he had been up front in the beginning we could have had a se\x life using condoms, but he hid the problem, faked a bad back and in the end it caused me to go elsewhere to get what I should have been getting from him. So yes, what I did was all Frank's fault.

++++++++++++++++++++

I thought about Walter and his huge cock all night and by the time I went to work the next morning I decided that I needed one last time, but only if I could do it my way. I called him on my first break and asked him if he could take a day off work on Friday. He said he supposed that he could and then he asked me what I had in mind.

"I have some vacation time coming and I want to burn a day of it Friday and spend all day fucking your eyes out. And, with a whole day to play with, you might even get to tap my ass."

"That certainly is incentive for me to take the day off. Just me or would you like to have Terry there also?"

I had to think about that for a few seconds. Walter and Terry together would leave me pretty stretched out, but I should tighten up by Wednesday.




Why Was Frank Avoiding Her



"Terry if he wants to join in."

"I'm a definite, but I'll need to talk to Terry."

"Do it and find us a hotel room with a strong bed."

"You got it. Call me around three."

At two I got a call from Joie. "You fucking pig slut! Why are you stealing my boyfriend? He just called me and said he couldn't see me Friday because he was going to be seeing you."

"Your boyfriend?"

"Yes you whore; my boyfriend Terry."

"Oh come on Joie; he's black and you are a bigot."

"I'm a bigot in love with his huge cock. I've seen him every day since that first night I went with you to meet him."

"You should have told me and I would have told Walter no when he asked me if I wanted Terry to join us on Friday."

"Oh come on you round-heeled tramp; I'm just pulling your leg. It is true that I've seen him every day since meeting him and I intend to go on seeing him as long as he wants my nice, tight white body, but I'll share."

"Why don't you join us Friday then?"

"I can't get loose on Friday. Maybe next time."

"Won't be a next time. Friday is my swan song. Next week I will be back to just Frank."

"You figure out what's going on with him?"

"Long story and I'll give it to you the next time we have lunch."

"Swan song huh? Does that mean I can have Walter too?"

"Up to him, but I'll put in a good word for you."

"You do that. And on Friday?"

"Yes?"

"Be gentle with my man. Don't hurt him too bad because I'm going to be needing him Saturday."

"You are incorrigible."

"I know. Talk at you later."

I called Walter at three and he told me Terry was on board and that he had a reservation at the downtown Hilton. I told him I'd meet him in the hotel restaurant at eight.

I was sitting at a table drinking coffee at ten to eight when Terry walked into the room. He came to the table, sat down and ordered coffee when the waitress came over.

"Walter said he was going to register and then go on up to the room. He'll call me on my cell and give me the room number. I can't tell you how happy I am that you wanted to see me again."

"Yes, but I feel a little guilty over it."

"Guilty? Why on Earth would you feel guilty?"

"Joie called me and accused me of trying to steal her boyfriend."

"I'm her boyfriend?"

"I'm only saying what she said to me."

"Then I guess I'd better start taking better care of her, but I won't start until after today."

His cell rang and he answered it. "Five- sixteen. Got it. Be right up."

When the door to five-sixteen opened I saw Walter and five other men. I looked at Walter and he smiled at me.

"You said we would have all day so I thought we would have a real party."

I laughed and said, "You dog you. Turn on the radio and find me some bump and grind type music. Close the door and when you get the music knock twice and then swing the door open wide. I want to make an entrance that no one will ever forget."

"You got it" he said and closed the door.

I spun on my heel and ran for the elevator. No way was I going to go into that room. Not that I was afraid of seven men; after all, some of my best orgasms came from gangbangs and pulling trains. It was those particular seven men that I wanted no part of. Actually not seven, only five of them. The five were the same guys that Walter had shared me with the night we met. I still remembered the tone of voice used by the man who had said:

"Tough shit. We don't want to let you go."

No sir! No indeed! Walter had just fucked himself out of a great day. He had screwed me out of one too. I really had been looking forward to a day with Terry and Walter.

I called Joie and asked her to meet me for lunch.

"I thought you would be naked and screaming at lunch time."

"I'll tell you all about it at lunch."

At lunch I told Joie the entire story starting with why Frank had been avoiding me and then about my first night with Walter and then what had happened that morning.

"I'd be very, very careful if Terry talks to you about hooking up with Walter. Make damned sure that he understands that you are only interested in him and Walter and not a cast of thousands. By the way; I told Terry that you said he was your boyfriend."

"What did he say to that?"

"That he had better start taking better care of you."

"Ooooh, I like the sound of that."

"Just be careful girlfriend."

+++++++++++++++++

I spent the weekend and the first three days of the next week on pins and needles waiting to find out if Frank and I were going to come out of things all right. The call came at two-thirty Wednesday afternoon.



Why Was She Here?



Why was she here? Did she want revenge? Was she lonely, or even depressed? Or did she actually want me? I didn't want to ask her. 

What if she gave me the answer I didn't want to hear? That I was just being used by her to stop the pain, if only for a few seconds.

I wasn't going to ask her, why would I? This is what I had wanted for as long as I had known her. 

She was wrapped around me, clinging on like she'd fall if she let go. Her legs were entwined with mine and she was holding my arms around her, just in case my legs came loose from hers. 

She needn't have worried, letting go was the last thing on my mind. All I wanted to do was be there, with her, in this moment forever. 

Would I have been happy if I had died right there? No, I would have been ecstatic. I was so, so in lust with her it was unbelievable. I managed to forget why she couldn't stay here forever when she talked about her boyfriend, the betrayer. Why would he even think about betraying this most beautiful person? Isn't the image of her face burned so deeply into his retinas that he cannot even think of another woman? I closed my eyes and could still see her.

"Are you tired?"

I could barely keep my eyes open. The alcohol and adrenaline from the party was wearing off fast. "No, not at all."

"Do you want to talk some more?"

"I'm scared of where the conversation will go."

"What do you mean?"

Honesty is the best policy. Honesty is the best policy. Honesty is the best policy. I had to keep telling myself that. I was honest with her.

"You're lying here, wrapped around me, if you stay here any longer, I don't know what I'll do. I mean, I know what I want to do, but I know that you can't, or you shouldn't, do anything like that. What I mean is that if you want me to let go, to roll over and go to sleep, I will, I'm not forcing you into anything, I've got nothing to lose."

Ha! What a lie; if she let go, and I rolled over I could have lost my first chance of happiness in nearly a year and a half. I had a lot to lose. 

I swallowed and carried on.

"But if you want to stay then you should know that I would be happy if you stayed here all night."

She didn't leave.

We talked more. I lost track of time. We talked about our fears, painful memories, about when her parents split up, when my parents split up. It was funny how the people and times were different but the feelings were painfully similar. 

I looked up to the window; the first rays of the morning sun were shining through the thin curtains. We didn't have long together. She had to be gone before everyone woke up or everything would fall apart. I didn't have long. 

I used the last drops of alcohol and adrenaline left in my body and said something that a selfless person would not have said:

"Can I kiss you?"

It must have been a few seconds, if that. But it felt so much longer. 

This question that I had secretly wanted to ask her since she had crawled into my bed was out in the open and she was running it through her head. What was she thinking of? The outcome? The fallout? The satisfaction?

She kissed me.

It was fast, it was hot, it was passionate. 

She wanted me! I nearly screamed with joy. She wanted me! Our hands ran over each other's bodies, which in turn where writhing against each other. Soft moans escaped her lips. Not only did she want me, I was actually satisfying her as much as she was satisfying me. 

The next moments would change our lives in ways I would be unable to comprehend at this point in time. Even if I could have understood the outcomes of our actions, I wouldn't have cared. I had the woman I had lusted after for the past year in my bed, in my arms and under my spell and I wouldn't have stopped making love to her if the walls had caved in and thunderstorms had started up outside.

We took up our positions just as we had before we made love. Except we were naked. I giggled to myself at how at ease she was with her nakedness. Most girls would throw their clothes on as soon as they could, but she was in no rush. 

So we lay there, as we had for the past few hours, except there were no words. What could we say? If there were words to be said, I was unaware of them. So we lay there, naked and happy.

[The morning after]

She's beautiful. 

I looked at her. 

Her hair was down, just how I preferred it, and flowing over her shoulders. She was wearing one of my old t-shirts and even though it was old, even though it was torn and even though it dropped down past her thighs, it seemed to suit her so perfectly, she may well have picked it out herself. 

The morning sun shone through the half open kitchen blinds and a soft breeze brushed past the swaying trees outside. This moment was one that I had dreamt of hundreds, probably even thousands, of times before but for some reason I felt distressed inside. Half of me knew how beautiful this moment was, how picture-perfect it seemed, and the other half knew how gut-wrenchingly painful it would be when it ended.

She must have noticed this scarcely concealed look on my face.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

A lie. How long had we been together? It had started already. She seemed content with the façade I had quickly put together as she sat opposite me as the kettle boiled.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

That was two in a row. A person can get too good at something.

The kettle boiled and she got up to pour herself some coffee. She didn't offer me any. She knew me too well.

I looked through to the bedroom, the bed was a mess. Passing memories of last night raced through my head as my eyes moved around the room and a smile edged onto my face. 

She must have noticed it; she sat down next to me and put her arm around my waist. I sighed heavily. Even the slightest touch felt so good. She nestled her head into the space in my shoulder that seemed custom-made for her.

"Last night was special."

That was all I needed to hear.

Words deserted me. I did what I wished every question could be met by. Her lips felt soft as I planted every kiss on them. This is where I wanted to be. Where I wanted to stay.

She broke my moment of bliss and took a sip of her coffee. Every move she made seemed so perfect, as if it had been planned and practiced before. She was inspiring; she had been my muse for so long. 

I had written countless songs about every aspect of this, this creature standing before me. This living, breathing being who appeared to have been 'hand-made' to come into my world and show me the true meaning of the word, the emotion, the feeling, 'love'.

She's beautiful.



Why Wasn't She Kneeling



He unlocked the door finally to arrive home after a long day at the office and was surprised not to see her kneeling by the door awaiting his arrival like she did every other day. He asked her to do it out of respect for his authority and it was a small daily gesture to remind her of her submissive role in their relationship. He dropped his briefcase off on the kitchen table and took off his coat before loosening his tie. He rolled up his sleeves and was very impressed with how muscular his forearm was looking. All that time at the gym was paying off. He walked down the hallway and heard the shower running. Why was she taking a shower? She knew exactly what time he would come home because he came home at the same time everyday. Why was today different? According to the texts they exchanged during the day he knew she wasn't doing anything. She spent the day being lazy. Lazy enough that she didn't even bother to get dressed. He knew from the pics she sent, one of her lying in bed watching TV and another one of her in some awkward yoga position that he could never figure out how she got into. But then again she wasn't particularly fond of wearing clothing and preferred to be nude as much as possible.

As he walked closer to the bathroom he heard her singing and the shower running. She had a beautiful voice and sounded like an angel so he stopped and listened for a second. It almost made his heart go soft but he had to snap out of it. If he let her slip this one time then she would think that she could slip up more often and smaller slip ups would eventually become bigger ones and then the whole basis of the relationship would be lost. He knew that from experience, it happened once before and he promised he would never let it happen again. He walked into the bathroom and opened the shower door and she stepped back in shock. She didn't have time to think before he roughly grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the shower making sure to grab the bath brush off it's hook as he walked her into the bedroom and sat down on the straight back chair that she found very unsightly but he kept around because it was perfect for this purpose.

He had a loud voice when he told her that he didn't care what her excuse was, she was neglecting her duties by not kneeling at the door when he arrived home and that he would not tolerate that. She tried to stammer out an excuse but she really didn't have one. She got so lost in the hot water of the shower dripping over her breasts that she stayed in a lot longer than she normally does and merely lost track of time. He pulled her over his knees and didn't hesitate before bringing the bath brush down sharply on her left cheek. It stung so bad and it hurt much more than normal on her wet skin. She had a love/hate relationship with the bath brush. She loved the deepness of the thud but it hurt so bad when it was happening that she hated it. He knew this but he also knew that it was for that very reason that it worked best with her. Well, that and he just loved the way it sounded and the way it made her young, limber body squirm over his lap.

He asked her why she wasn't where she was supposed to be when he got home and she quickly told him that she had lost track of time, knowing it wasn't an unacceptable excuse. He harshly brought the bath brush down on her right cheek and she cried out. He was amused with her red her butt already was from the heat of the shower and it would be a dark crimson before he got done with her. There was no need to ask more questions so he told her that he would not tolerate her disrespect and brought the bath brush down again on her left cheek. She was already trying to squirm away but he just held her tighter. She fit so perfectly over his knee and in his arm that she didn't have any chance of getting away, still he didn't like the squirming though and brought the brush down harshly on the back of one of her thighs. She almost lost it with the pain that shot through her thigh but didn't have time to think before he brought it down on her other thigh just as hard. She didn't normally cry from spankings but the force he put behind those two swats on the back of her thighs made tears start forming in her eyes as she grabbed his leg tightly with her right hand. He knew that he was doing a good job punishing her by how tightly she grabbed his leg and he felt her fingernails sink in even through his slacks.

He told her loudly that he also will not tolerate her trying to get out of a punishment. She earned this and he wasn't going to stop until he thought the lesson was learned. He brought his right leg and pinned both of her legs down to assist her with not squirming. She loved the security that she felt when he pinned down her legs, between that and his strong arm wrapped around her midsection she felt more loved than ever. What she didn't like though was the other arm that was wielding the bath brush but if he didn't punish her to keep her in her place then she wouldn't feel so loved. Even though he had an amazing body and arms that were built to spank she loved his dominance the most. He was firm with her the majority of the time and knew exactly when she needed more of a teddy bear. They were so in sync with each other and he always seemed to give her exactly what she needed. She loved how submissive she felt when he was around and she knew exactly who was in charge of that relationship at all times and it was perfect bliss.

Her thoughts quickly got pulled back into the spanking when the swats started coming down on her butt again. He spanked her slowly giving her brain time to register the full pain of every swat before hitting her again. She tried her hardest to stay in position and accept the punishment but every now and then the pain got to be too much and she tried to wiggle out of position but didn't have any luck. After about 20 strokes she was crying her eyes out and a puddle of tears was soaking into the carpet. He gave her the last 10 strokes long and drawn out as her struggles subsided and she started accepting and giving into the punishment.

After the final stroke he helped her up then pushed her to her knees. He held her chin in his hand, wiped the tears from her cheeks and looked her in the eyes. She looked at him with red eyes from crying so much and appreciated the gentle touches he gave her now. She apologized and thanked him for punishing her and promised she wouldn't do it again. He told her he loved her and that he hopes that taught her how important respect is. She said that it had. He wasn't one to apologize for punishing her because he knew how important discipline was in the relationship and how she depended on his dominance and control. He wasn't sorry he punished her, she earned it and it was his job to deliver. He bent down and hugged her tightly while rubbing her back. She hugged him back with one hand and rubbed her butt with the other. After a couple of minutes they both remembered the shower was still running.

He told her to undress him slowly so they could go take a shower together where she could thank him properly for disciplining her.



Why Were You on THAT Website?



"That was a lot better than the time we tried to kiss as kids, having heard that it was supposed to be good."

"And we didn't know what 'good' was supposed to be. Too young, or we didn't try hard enough, should have tried a few years later."

"But we didn't, when we started kissing boys and learned that it was."

"Still is."

"For sure, but now tell me why you were on doing on a website. That really surprised me. At least you weren't a camgirl, but not much difference."

"What were you doing, watching that website?"

"Not what you were, that's for sure - your boobs jiggling like plates of jello."

"But you were watching, Prissy. Yes, I saw them later on the video, also a little surprised. Wish they didn't so much."

"Can't have everything: either big and bouncy or little and firm, like mine."

"Yours aren't little. Wish mine were as firm, but I knew that before we were kissing like that."

"We could have before, Marsha, but you didn't tell me that you wanted to - kiss girls.

"You didn't either. That was a real surprise.

"It was, but only after you said something - forgotten just what. Some things one doesn't tell a best friend one has known since preschool; could ruin a good friendship."

"Yes, I guess. What did I say?"

"Something that surprised me, some inference, or I implied that it was, so I agreed. Of course, since I do too and liked that you do."

"Big surprise, but I also liked that you do - since college, like me?"

"Um-hmm. Funny that we have been seeing each other again here in Sydney for a year or two since college and it didn't slip out earlier."

"Guess I felt like you did, but now we know and both like it."

"But still like men."

"Very much, but - well, don't have to explain to you - nothing wrong with also enjoying it with girls."

"No. But why did you make that video. Oh, I guess my telling that I had seen you led to whatever you said. Why?

"A bet."

"Because you lost it?"

"No, better, because I won; he bet money that I wouldn't."

"Oooh! So you did. Weren't you afraid that he would tell everyone to look?"

"A little, why I said at the start that it was a bet to prove that I could do it better than he could, thinking that would shame him into not mentioning it. Seems to have worked."

"I missed that, didn't yet have the sound turned up. Did you - better? It sure looked like it was good - and sounded like it. I've seen some wet pussies, but yours looked really good. You shave now."

"You don't? Oh, it was good, it doesn't matter if it was better than with him. You don't shave?"

"No, I like my little dark thicket, a thicket, but small; don't have to shave for even a low-cut bikini, and not on my thighs like a some girls do."

"Want to show me?"

"Of course, and my firm boobs too, if it doesn't make you envious - if you show me yours."

"Tit for tat, wanted to, anyway. Guys and girls don't mind that you don't?"

"After we get that far? No. One girl said it was like kissing a man with a beard. 

"I haven't. I hoped she liked kissing him."

"It sure seemed like it. And when did you start to shave? Have to admit that it looked good - yours and what you were doing to it. Must have been good. Looked better than the couple of other shaven wet pussies I've seen."

"Hmm! Not just seen?"

"Of course, but I like mine; no one can really see my pussy, unless I want them to, like once last year at a nude beach north of Sydney. It let me think that I was only half naked, at least in comparison with all the girls with shaven pussies. See."

"If you think so. Sure can't see your pussy, but your nice firm breasts."

"And your nice ones, even if you don't like that they jiggle so much, and your nice smooth pussy, but I've already seen it and them; you showed them to anyone who wanted to look."

"You went to that nude beach?"

"With some other people, not a date - male or female. Kind of funny, of course. Maybe the person who suggested it had been there already, but it sounded like we all hadn't, that all of us were venturing to see how it would be - public nudity.

"Want to lie down. We can keep talking. And ...? How was it? What happened? I haven't done that."

"Of course. Talk first."

"'First'. And ...?"

"Like I said, I was trying to think that I was only half-naked, and the guys ... There were six of us, three and three, but no real couples. The guys were obviously looking - fairly discretely. Oh, we girls were too, cocks and pussies, mostly shaven ones, me hoping my dark thicket was keeping people from staring at me. A couple of shaven cocks too, well, not the cocks, of course."

"And then?"

"Of course, it was a little arousing. We all left together, but it looked like a guy and girl from our group were interested in each other."

"And you?"

"You'd have to ask. Another girl and I looked at each other as the group was separating, walking off in the same direction. I guess we just smiled - smirked. We did."

"Nice - and easy."

"We didn't again; just the heat of the day. But it was good, before you ask again."

"Of course, nice and easy."

"And when did you start to shave?"

"Oh, I probably wouldn't have, but a girl - the second time, and she did - offered to help me. Was I going to tell her no? So she did, and, of course, we then did again. So I do now, not as ticklish as I thought it would be, like underarms, about that often. I like it."

"I do too, nice and smooth."

"Shaved it this morning just for you. Are we going to keep talking?

"If you want; we have lots of time."

"Why we agreed to meet so early in the afternoon."

"Um-hmm! Talk. How did it start with you? I'll also tell, of course."

"I'd rather wait, since it will be a long story, but good, my first year at uni in Brisbane."

"Okay. Mine is shorter, probably par for the course. Just don't do too much of that."

"Nice firm breast. Why didn't we touch each other under the showers at school?"

"Maybe some did. Feels good, but if you want to hear my story ..."

"Okay, I'll just hold it, try to."

"Freshman year: my roommate, not immediately, of course, but she was pretty direct, telling me the first week that she played with herself. Of course, I also did, so that just made it easier to enjoy it without having to be too silent. Then we started dating guys and would talk about our dates, while we were playing. After the third or fourth date with a guy, of course, we did more, let them do more, admitting, maybe bragging that we had. Did I tell her that he had gone down on me, or did she ask? Doesn't matter. It was the first time. I hadn't on him, was pretty shy about that - then. Anyway, she asked how it was, if it was good. Oh, it was good, very arousing that he wanted to, but it wasn't that good, not better than what I could do. Of course, then we were fucking, and that was better."

"Of course. And ...?

"Stop that! I'm not trying to arouse you, make you arouse me. So she murmured - she must have had more experience - so she murmured that girls knew better what felt good for another girl. Did she just suggest that 'probably' girls did? Doesn't matter. To keep it short, to hear your story, she did, went down on me, and it was better, and then I did, and, of course, it was good - for her and that I liked it and liked she had said that she did. 

"You can imagine the rest. No, maybe she didn't have that much experience, but talking about dates like that again, she said that she had told her guy how to make it better, and he did. She didn't tell him that she could do it just as good. It took me a couple of times more to venture to tell mine what would be better, but he loved it when he did."

"Squirting in his face?"

"Just better, not squirting like a fountain, but all wet. That didn't stop us from continuing to enjoy licking each other, and you can imagine that she was only the first one. Nice and easy, like you said. And now you tell."

"I'd rather learn what it's like to kiss a man with a beard first."

"Oooh! When did your finger get there? Mmmm! Want me to, too? Will you come like in the video?"

"I hope so!"

Many moans later: 

"You did."

"I sure did, and you did too."

"Um-hmm! Pity that we didn't come that good when we started with boys."

"We didn't know better, and they sure didn't."

"You can say that again! But we thought it was good."

"Oh, it was, so arousing that we were doing something we shouldn't."

"But we were eighteen and thought we should."

"'Thought we should,' like it sounded like all the girls were senior year in high school."

"And didn't get pregnant like one did."

"Damned lucky once! Did you always use a condom?"

"No! Also 'damned lucky!' Did in college, until I got the pill."

"Let me kiss your wet face, and then I'll tell."

"And kiss your wet face ..."

"Don't we taste good!"

"No question, of course. Better than men?"

"You think so? Oh, they taste different, of course, but when I want them to come, I am delighted to taste them.

"Yes, like that, you're right, wanting him to fill my mouth, wanting the proof that I made it so good for him."

"Um-hmm! We're not lesbians, just know what else is good."

"Very good! Now you tell your long story." 

"Just don't do anything with your hands. I went to that Uni to play field hockey, well, also to study, of course ..."

"Oh, right, you were good at hockey, hoping to make the Aussie team one day."

"I didn't, but got invited to a try-out for young players. So I was good enough to do well as a freshman at the uni hockey club."

"Oh, our last year in high school, you told that girls joked that the handle of their sticks were like a cock. Had I seen one by then?"

"I had, hope you had too, not just a picture or video. Yes, a couple did mention that, but I think it was only a joke, but a good one, about the right size and with the knob to keep it from slipping out of your hand.

"Anyway, so I knew older girls on the team in Brisbane. A group of them were planning a semester break trip to the Gold Coast and needed a last person to share the cost: eight of us in two rooms with two queen-sized beds. I was a little apprehensive about sharing a bed with another girl, but wanted to be 'one of the girls', hoping it would improve my chances of making the first team. Maybe it did. 

"It was a cheap hotel, of course, and there we were. No problem with sharing a bed. I hardly knew her, but half a queen-sized bed was at least as big as my bed in the dorm, and it was so warm that we didn't need covers, no fighting for the top sheet. Of course, there was more beer than I was accustomed to, but I didn't get really drunk. The first night, I slept in my shorty night gown, and she did too. It didn't happen with her. A girl in the other bed just slept in her panties. Did her bedmate too? Can't remember. They all knew each other better.

"Well, the next night we all just slept in our panties. Maybe I was a little drunk. For sure, if they did, I did. Of course, we had all seen each other naked in the showers after sports and washing and changing in the hotel."

"Maybe you already liked seeing other naked girls?"

"I sure didn't mind, also about being naked with them. I was the first few times at junior high."

"Me too, flatter than you were. You weren't, even then."

"But that was embarrassing too." 

"So the next evening - or maybe the following one - when we all returned to our rooms from the beach, someone in the other room said we should come over for a party, that they had a lot of beer. We did, in panties and T-shirts, tank tops. Surprise, they all were just in panties, immediately telling us that we were overdressed; tops off, before we could have beer." 

"Exposing Marsha's nice boobs."

"Um-hmm, why not, if they were showing theirs, a couple with less than I had in junior high. So we got our beers. They had already had a couple. Then a senior girl suggested a boobs contest. Needless to say, hers weren't just A-cup. I thought that another girl had better ones than I did ..."

"Modest! I remember that yours were outstanding in our class." 

"Hm-hmm! They were, my nipples, the others' too, but they chose mine, maybe to chagrin the girl who had suggested the contest. Why they picked mine instead of that other girl's? They had. Must have disappointed someone, who said size wasn't the only criteria, that nipples and firmness should also be tested, so we started doing that, me too, after the first girl was holding mine. Then I felt hers. We must have been having a second beer by then. 

"Had a boy fondled mine by then? Oh sure, but not with the lights on, and not in a room full of girls' enjoying that theirs were being fondled and fondling others'. Of course, it was arousing, also knowing how it was feeling for her. Giggles and chuckles. The contest, if it really was one, was disrupted by a girl's insisting that she had to go to the loo. Others then also had to, lining up. The first one returned, naked, swinging her panties on a finger. I was very surprised, but thinking: if this is what happens on team games away. 

"It took a minute or two before we all had used the toilet and also returned naked, me too, back then still unshaven, but a couple of the others were. Hadn't seen that before: pussies like the couple of baby girls I had babysat for."

"And then?"

"Well, that had stopped the round of feeling before we had all felt all the others. A girl who hadn't held mine, then did, and I did, and I guess everyone else did. I wasn't facing the room. No one was talking, just humming and chuckling. I knew why; we were too, both of us doing things that felt good. Then she glanced past me and gave a surprised "oooh!" and I glanced back and saw that two girls were rubbing their boobs together, almost embracing. One of them was the one who had said that she had to go to the loo."

"Hm-hmm, sounds like she wanted to start something."

"I guess so. She certainly did. Maybe the two of them already had done more together. Had all the others? At least, the girl with me had been surprised. Then another couple was doing that, and another. I guess we were the last pair to start, but then we - like the others - weren't just rubbing boobs, holding our hips together. I didn't know where this was leading, not really thinking, just aroused, and more aroused, when I saw two girls licking their lips, tilting their heads. Were they really going to kiss?"

"They did."

"They did, and like you and I did! Was I going to do that with this girl? Did she want to? There were approving chuckling hums in the room. Someone murmured: 'If they do?' Was I going to be the spoilsport? If she wanted to? Oooh! She looked like she did: the tip of her tongue between her lips; looking in my eyes and tilting her head slightly back and forth. This was more arousing than a first kiss with a boy, and already all naked."

"It sure sounds like it, and you were right, better that I told first. I wouldn't have wanted to wait for you to finish. Of course, you then did kiss."

"We sure did, and I discovered that my tongue was already between my lips, hers immediately touching it. Oh, we were kissing as good as we could. To hell with worrying about kissing another girl, or that her hands were all over my back and ass. Mine were all over her too. Never had kissed a naked boy, standing up like that.

"Then I heard a couple of surprised chuckles and opened my eyes, seeing that two girls were lying on a bed, one lying half on the other and straddling her thigh."

"And rubbing her pussy on it."

"Yes. The other one's thigh was drawn up between hers. She sure was, and it was the pair that had kissed first. Were they all going to do that? I knew my pussy was all wet and wanted to; hers must be too. Then another couple dropped down on the other bed, the same way. By then we were trying to rub our pussies together standing up. Then a girl murmured: 'we're going to.' It was the first naked girl, who had started the kissing. 

"Shit! She dropped down with her feet at the head of the bed, pushing back against the couple that was already there, and her friend joined her the other way. Shit! They were really going to do it to each other. Of course, we both were watching, not kissing at that moment, and were the last couple standing. She murmured: 'I haven't done that. We don't have to.'"

"Sounds like you had found the right partner."

"Or she found me, maybe anticipating what the others might do and that I couldn't, that if she hadn't, didn't want to, better to be with innocent me. Oh, I did, she did, find the right partner. I nodded and shook my head, and she nodded towards the door. Nice, cheap hotel, the doors unlocked if you didn't use the key to lock them, and we hadn't locked ours. Yes, she was also in the room with me. We snorted softly about not stopping to find our panties and tops and opened the door, glancing to see that no one could see, and then glancing back and seeing that one of the girls on the other bed was beginning to crawl around. We rushed back to our room. Maybe it was good that it was darker by then, and that no light was on. So there we were, looking at each other ..."

"And knowing what the others were doing."

"And knowing that we had been enjoying what we had been doing - wet pussies. I was surprised at myself when I murmured: 'We don't have to, but that was good.' She nodded, and we were kissing and embracing again. Did I urge us to lie down, or was it completely mutual? We did. Maybe I did urge her to, since I was more on top, but she certainly didn't offer any resistance."

"Or did she draw you with her, dropping down on her back?"

"Doesn't matter; we were lying like that, and she drew her thigh up for me to rub my pussy on. Then she rolled me back - nice, double bed - and wanted to rub hers on my thigh. Of course, I did everything I could to help. Oh, we were both trying to rub, holding each other's ass and urging each other to rock, and kissing again, of course.  Good, very good, but of course, just more arousing than before. 

"Then she murmured: 'I just said that I haven't done that, ... yet.'"

"Hmmm! I was expecting something like that, since it's all about your first time."

"Um-hmm. I wanted to do anything by then, anything to have an orgasm. I think I murmured something about wanting to do anything she did. That's what I was thinking, at least. Oh, it was good! She didn't hesitate then, and I didn't either. I knew how my pussy tasted, but hers tasted better, at least, doing that, and, of course, we both knew what would feel good. Oh, it was good!"

"Couldn't have tasted better than yours does."

"Or yours! Oh, it was good! And she said so too, when we were kissing again, pleased with ourselves and pleased that we had done what the others had."

"And then? With the others too?"

"No. In the morning, the other two girls joined us, snickering as they saw us and tossed our things at us. We stayed together for the rest of the trip, but the two other girls in the room did sleep with other girls, kind of a surprise in the morning to see which one of them was in the other bed and with whom."

"I can imagine, but it was nice that you two stuck together."

"We thought so, and the other girls were nice about not saying anything. Before you ask, we did back at the uni, until she graduated. Hmm?! Well, most of the time. She was a junior, but gave up hockey her senior year. By then I knew what happened on trips to away games, how we celebrated wins - and losses. Oh, you asked about hockey sticks. One girl said she had tried. Oh, it fit all right, with a condom, but it was too heavy and long for her to move it as fast and the way she wanted to."

"Hm-hmm! I can imagine; nothing is as good as the real thing."  

"No, but I forget about cocks when a girl does it as good as you did."




Why Were You on THAT Website?



"Mmmmm! So do I. Was that an invitation?"

"Yes!"

One of them crawls around. This time, their hums and moans continue for a while longer, until they finally roll apart with long sighs. Marsha murmurs: 

"Maybe I want to kiss a man with a beard, just to see if that girl was right, but he'd better want to do something else."

"Like kissing your smooth pussy?"

"That too."

"Or want you to suck his cock?"

"Oooh, yes! Wouldn't you?"

"Of course, just hope he wouldn't tell me that kissing my pussy was like kissing a bearded man."

"Hm-hm-hmm! I sure hope not!" But you could kiss him, and tell him that you wanted to know how it was to kiss your pussy."

"Hmm? And suggest that I like to kiss pussies?"

"Oh, well, maybe not, then.

"I wonder what would have happened if we had before we went to uni."

"You would have done it few weeks sooner with your roommate."

"And you would have been right in there with the other girls at the Gold Coast, probably the second pair on the other bed - if she didn't object - and licking all the other girls' pussies."

"Hmm?! Would have had to have been more than one a night."

"Oh, then just a couple of them."

"And other pussies?"

"Not more than you, from what you told about the hockey team."

"Probably, shaved ones, hairy ones, like mine still was, but not as hairy as some."

"No."

"Hmm? You were really looking."

"Weren't you?"

"Wondering if they looked like mine, after I used a hand mirror."

"You too?"

"Of course, before anyone else did, wanting to see where a cock - whatever one looked like - would go, if it would fit."

"They all did - do."

"Of course. And the pussies all are good."

"Of course. Any special ones?"

"Aren't they all good?"

"Of course, but some are more attractive than others."

"Um-hmm, you're right. Oh, one blond girl had a perfect one - didn't play hockey.

"Perfection doesn't exist."

"Okay, just the prettiest I can remember."

"Hm-hmm! You've forgotten some?"

"Haven't you?"

"I think I could remember them all, with a little time. Used to do that sometimes."

"When you didn't have one to distract you?"

"Um-hmm. Haven't you done that?"

"Oh yes, but the blond one was still the prettiest."

"A natural blonde? Sometimes I have been surprised."

"Me too, but after the first time, I wasn't. Of course, some natural blondes have light brown pubic hair."

"Most of them."

"Sounds like you have seen many of them."

"No just a couple, but it seemed logical, head hair bleached by the sun. And the blonde one?"

"She was really blonde, flaxen, and her hair was too: lovely, just curling a little and very sparse, not really hiding anything, the curve of her pussy and her slit showing. Lovely, better than if she had shaved, just so natural."

"I believe you. And her pussy?"

"Just as lovely, light pink ..."

"When you aroused her."

"Um-hmm, and neat, small inner lips, like yours ..."

"Like yours."

"Yours are smaller. Her clitoris was also small, why she showed just a slit, but it was so sensitive. Oh it was good!"

"You've said that before, but I believe you."

"It was, and - surprise - she came like a fountain, when I found her G-spot with my finger, just one."

Oooh! Sort of a contrast, such a sweet, innocent looking pussy coming like that."

"Um-hmm, very."

"There was a redhead, really copper red, and her pussy hair was too, also not too much. Hm-hmm! She said guys liked it."

"Of course!"

"One told her an old joke: 'Confucius say: girl with red hair bound to have red hair, by cracky.'"

"Hm-hmm! She did."

"And her pussy was almost as nice as your blonde's. Of course, she had very fair skin, but she didn't come like that. I tried."

"Good girl; I hope she did too."

"Oh yes!"

"Want to again?"

"Again?"

"We have to make up for all the years we didn't."

"Impossible."

"But an excuse."

This time the other one crawls around. Many minutes and moans, and then a few sighs later, Prissy murmurs: 

"Three times. Maybe you did that with your team, but I never have."

"Never with the team, and not with different girls, if that's what you were thinking. Just with two."

"'Never with the team'? But with two girls not on the team? Or never three times?"

"Confused? With two girls on the team a couple of times. Hmm! I mean, that happened a couple of tims, doing it with two of them after a game, but not three times, three girls. Oh sure, of course three times with a girl one night. If we spent the whole night together, probably usually. You haven't?"

"Oh, I have too - all night - just not like here, in such a short time."

"I did once. Maybe she was real lesbian, not just bi. That's why we didn't get together again, after I said something about being surprised at myself, mentioning that I had a male friend. But it had been good with her, of course.

"Of course. We know that. A male friend now? I don't have one at present, at least, not like that yet. He's going to have to be real good."

"Mine too, now that we have."

"We sure have - better best girlfriends now."

"Very! Kiss again!"



Why White Men Love Black Women



My name is Kirk Thaddeus. A big and tall White man living in the city of Nepean, Province of Ontario. I'm into Race Play. I love dominating Black women. That's what I'm doing right now. I'm fucking a big Black woman named Yolanda Jones in the ass. She's on all fours, face down and ass up, hands and feet bound by thick steel chains. I'm shoving my big White cock deep into her asshole. It's what she wants. It's the reason she met me online in the first place. And I am quite okay with that.

Lots of Black male friends of mine wonder how come I get so many Black women. I'm not pretty. I don't make much money. And I'm not smart or sensitive. Black men don't understand Black women the way us White men do. Black men love Black women. White men see Black women as sexual playthings. Most White men don't marry Black women. We fuck them and eventually leave them for White women or Asian women. Most Black men don't marry White women. Black men fuck White women and then leave them for Black women or Hispanic women. See the difference? Black women are always flaunting us White women because they're trying to get back at Black men.

I find that quite amusing. In North America, White men have done unspeakable things to Black women yet today's Black women treat White men like royalty while treating Black men like dirt. Kind of sad but it makes my job a lot easier. I love fucking Black women. They're so easy it's not even funny. At least with White women, Hispanic women and Asian women, an average White guy like me has to put some effort into it. Black women are the easiest women on the planet to get into bed, if you're a White male. If you're a Black male, they won't give you the time of day. Isn't life funny? Yeah. Anyhow, where was I? Oh, yeah. I was fucking this Black slut named Yolanda Jones in the ass.

Anyhow, I met Yolanda Jones for sex and what this Black slut is into amazed even me. I've met lots of freaky women. Women who like to be tied up and fucked. Women who like to be spanked. Women who like to be peed on. Women who like to be publicly humiliated. Yet I've never met a woman quite like Yolanda Jones. Apparently, racial humiliation turns her on. She wanted to act out a scenario where I played the role of the Southern white plantation owner and she acted out the part of the unruly Black female slave who gets punished by her White master. Wow. I've toyed with race play before but I've never met someone who is as into it as Yolanda Jones. Want to know the funny thing? She is the wife of a wealthy Black man named Raphael Jones, Pastor of the Good Life Church, the biggest Black church in the city of Ottawa. A conservative African preacher's wife is into race play, how about that?

How do I handle someone like Yolanda Jones? Same way I usually handle any of my Black sluts. I put her in her place so to speak. I made her get naked and berated her. Even though she was beautiful. I told her she was an ugly Black slut and a ghetto mammy. A dumb Black slut with no manners, no education and no sophistication. And she seemed really turned on by what I was saying and doing to her. I made her turn around and I spanked her big Black butt. I fingered her pussy and asshole. I told her she smelled bad and took her to the shower. I hosed her with hot water in the pussy area and made her squeal. I loved the sound of her screams. They absolutely turned me on. I then made her kneel before me and suck my thick White cock. Black men, are you reading this? This is the way your Black women want to be treated, deep down. Your mistake is that you treat them like queens when they really want to be treated like whores. Us White men understand that. That's why we treat all women like whores except White women. And in turn White women seek out Black men to treat them like whores. See? Cool.

After making Yolanda Jones suck my thick White cock, I continued to berate her. At the same time I tied up her hands and feet even tighter with the thick steel chains. I peed all over her face and my jets of urine went all over her pussy and asshole. I made sure she drank some of my piss. Why? Because deep down I know she loves the taste of White men's piss. Her husband Raphael Jones treats her with respect and admiration. He spends a lot of money on her too. That's why she doesn't respect him. That's why she sleeps around. Black women are incapable of respecting and loving Black men who treat them well. That's why they cheat on them with other Black men. Yet us White men treat them like expendable sluts and they treat us like royalty because they're enamoured with our complexion. I wish I could impart those words of wisdom on my Black male friends. Unfortunately they continue to treat Black chicks like queens when Black women really want to be treated like whores. At least in the privacy of the bedroom. Oh, well. I suppose they'll figure it out at some point. Maybe when they run out of White women to chase. 

I spread Yolanda Jones big Black cheeks wide open and pressed my thick White cock against her asshole. Holding her big wide hips tightly, I thrust my cock deep into her asshole. I am fucking her in the ass and the big Black slut is absolutely loving it. Deep down, all Black women love White cock. And most of them don't even know why. I will tell you why. It is a race memory. Something leftover from the days of colonialism and slavery. They can't help but be excited by the presence of the Master. That's why so many Black women in the world of BDSM seek out dominant White males to act out plantation fantasies with. Am I right or am I right? Yeah, that's what I thought. I rammed my cock deep into Yolanda's asshole until I came. I made her call me Master while I fucked her. I also berated her incessantly while filling her asshole with my White cock. Then I made her clean my dick with her tongue, tasting her big Black ass on my thick White cock. Yeah! Afterwards, she thanked me for a wonderful time. She wants to meet me next weekend while her hubby is away at a pastoral meeting. Am I good or what?



Why White Women Love Black Men



Big macho Black stud walks into the bedroom of lusty blonde-haired White chick and fucks the hell out of her. He's looking all tough and manly while drilling his big Black cock into her and she's squealing in delight as he slams his dick into her cunt and asshole...right after she sucked his big Black cock. That seems to be the premise of most interracial erotic stories online these days. They're a reflection of online interracial sex films and these suck ass, man. My name is Steeves Volmar Cherenfant. A big and tall, twenty-something Black man living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. The City of Boston, Massachusetts, is the place I called home for ten years but a year and a half ago I moved to the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Donald Street near Saint Laurent Mall is the place I call home these days. I love the Vanier Park near my place. I attend Carleton University, and major in Criminology. I'm here because I'm a fan of online interracial erotica, I just want it revamped. 

Recently, I had an unforgettable encounter with this tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed, forty-something dominatrix in the suburbs of Ottawa. A professional dominatrix who answered my ad. You see, I am a brother with many fetishes. You name it, I've got it. My latest is a fascination for tall bossy older White women wielding strap-on dildos. I've yearned to get butt-fucked by such a lady for ages. For the longest time, I liked big and tall Black women with chubby bodies, wide hips, big legs and huge round asses. I used to say that the Black Goddess was my standard of beauty. Well, after a year and a half living in the City of Ottawa, my tastes have changed. The local Black women don't seem to like Black men at all. They cherish men of other races and loathe the brothers. Yet they get mad when they see a Black man with a woman who isn't Black. Welcome to Ottawa, folks. It's an upside down world where Black Love and Black Unity don't exist. As a Haitian-American brother hailing from the State of Massachusetts, which is Governed by a Black man, it took some time to digest all that.

During my first year in the City of Ottawa, I was fascinated by the diversity of the Black population. Lots of Black men and Black women from places like Trinidad, Somaliland, Jamaica, Ethiopia, Nigeria, the Republic of Haiti, Ivory Coast, the Republic of South Africa, the Kingdom of Swaziland, and so on. I wanted to get to know my brothers and sisters from far and wide. I grew up in America, where most Black folks I saw came from two different groups. Group One included the descendants of African slaves forcefully brought to North America by the Europeans centuries ago. These are the African-Americans, there are close to fifty million of them in the United States and they're as American as Apple Pie. Group Two included the Afro-Caribbean folks, meaning Black folks from places like the Republic of Haiti, the island of Jamaica, Trinidad and of course, Afro-Cubans from the island of Cuba. You don't really see folks who came directly from Continental Africa in the United States of America. The African-Americans and the Afro-Caribbean populations of America don't always get along but for the most part, relationships between the two are amicable. Black men and Black women in the United States of America see themselves as part of one family. We refer to each other as brother and sister. 

I thought Black men and Black women living in the Confederation of Canada would share similar views. I was dreadfully wrong. Black Canadians don't believe in Black Love or Black Unity. Here there is a lot of infighting. They still have that backwards tribal mentality imported from their homelands even though they now live in the Continent of North America. Here are some prime examples. Nigerians don't like Somalians. Haitians don't like Somalians. Kenyans don't like South Africans. Nigerians don't like Ethiopians. See this madness? It grips the Black populations of the Confederation of Canada like an iron fist. And it's not letting go anytime soon. In the City of Ottawa, lots of Black folks from all over join the racist White folks in hating Somalians, who are considered a troubled group in Canada's capital region. I really wish Black Canadians would stop and think, man. I lament the fact that Haitians are just as eager to hate Somalians as the bigoted White men and White women who live in the City of Ottawa. Don't they realize that they're hating on their own African-descended brothers and sisters? You'll never catch any White person joining a non-White person in hating Europeans. No way. White folks unite against people of colour. They hardly ever fight among themselves. To do so would threaten their ideology of racial supremacy and Clobal White Imperialism.

All these things became obvious to me the moment I landed in the City of Ottawa. Why can't my fellow Blacks in Canada get it? I don't know. Black Canadians seem incapable of loving each other. I once asked a young Black man in Ottawa why he only dates White women. He told me that White women treat him good while Black women always act all bitchy to him. Hmm. At the time, I was a firm believer in the Black Love so I condemned this young brother's outrageous statements. I came from the America that elected Barack Obama to the Presidency, and saw a Black woman rise to the position of First Lady of the world's mightiest nation. I came from the America where Will Smith and Denzel Washington, two Black actors, annually rule the box office hits of hypocritical Hollywood. White male actors like Bruce Willis and Matthew McConaughey can't even hold a candle to the charisma and box office prowess of these Black superstars. Will Smith and Usher are sex symbols in America, adored by millions of women of all races. And they're Black men. Forgive me for not buying into the City of Ottawa's subtle nod to racism that encourages Black folks to loathe their own.

Well, in the City of Ottawa things are certainly different. Black women walking around the City of Ottawa with White men love showing off these White men whenever Black men are around. For the most part, Black men dating White women don't seem to be eager to show off their mates to anyone. They're into their ladies and their ladies are into them. Their relationships don't appear to be 'for show'. I've seen both Black men and Black women brag about their White mates and declare their loathing for their own race on more than one occasion. Apparently, Black Canadians of both sexes believe that once you go White, life is wonderful. The funny thing is I once heard the White wife of a Black man ( my uncle) making racist Black jokes in the company of her White friends. I also heard two White men who claimed to be attracted to Black women from East Africa refer to them as 'bug-eyed ladies'. Even when attracted to a Black person, the White Canadian remains a bigot at heart. Wow.

Yep, it's in this madness-infested world of contradictory racial issues that your favourite Black Bostonian finds himself. At first I got mad at White racists but quickly replaced that with disdain for Black hypocrites and Black self-loathers. Like those Black women who show off their White male companions to whatever Black guy happens to be walking by solo but frown when they see a Black man and a White woman having dinner in a restaurant. Those same White guys who are with these Black women seem to get mad when they see a Black guy with a White woman. White women are considered the world's standards of beauty. It's not fair, it may not be right but it is what it is. Both Black women and White women know it. And White men know it too. That's why they get mad when they see a pretty White chick with a Black guy, even if the White man in question is married to a Black woman. The beautiful White woman is a prize in the eyes of the world. The Black woman knows this, even if she shares her bed and her life with a White man. Some things never change.

I spent a long time looking for my "Black Princess" in Ottawa. I wanted to find my Jada Pinkett, as Will Smith did. I wanted to find my Michelle, as Barack Obama found his. Unfortunately, the Black women in the City of Ottawa laugh at the idea of Black Love and Black Unity. They don't believe in the Black man. A Black man approaching a pretty Black woman in Ottawa will soon realize she's got an attitude problem, and any attempt to talk to her will be met with a look of scorn, annoyance or cold amusement in her eyes. As a Black man walking around in Ottawa, I see hatred more often in the eyes of the local Black women than in the eyes of the most die-hard anti-diversity rednecks. It's scary, and I am not making this shit up. I don't remember the exact moment I gave up, but it happened recently. The day I admitted to myself that Black Love only exists in Obama's America and perhaps in Africa and the Caribbean. In Canada, Black men and Black women worship Whiteness and hate their own. Every Black man in Canada craves White pussy. Every Black woman in Canada can't wait to get on her knees to suck a White man's dick. That's the sad world a proud believer in Black culture like myself ended up in.

I decided that I would live my life as best I could. I decided to focus on school, and work. I ignored everything else. Those Black women who hate Black men and worship White men as gods or supermen, I learned to ignore them. Those Black men who can't stand Black women and worship White women, I also learned to tune them out. My apartment became my sanctuary. My walls are littered with pictures of Black couples from MLK and his wife to Barack Obama and Michelle, Will Smith and Jada Pinkett-Smith, Beyonce Knowles and Jay-Z. And not just them. Pictures of Hollywood superstars Nick Cannon and Mariah Carey, and regular Black couples as well. My disdain for the Black Canadians and their sell-out to Whitey mentality intensified. And I began hating myself as I found myself increasingly attracted to bossy older White women. I found myself searching for a very specific brand of online interracial erotica. The kind featuring dominant older White women and sexually submissive Black men. What the hell was happening inside of me?

I kept this emerging sexual fetish of mine to myself. I figured it was harmless enough. I told myself that there was nothing wrong with watching videos of White women spanking Black men online. One day, I came across someone who actually understood my strange desires. Desires which included interracial domination. Mistress Linda Shires. She was tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed. She said she dominated men and women of all races and body types professionally and didn't find me intimidating at all. And she lived in the City of Ottawa. I contacted her, and arranged for a meeting. And she absolutely rocked my world! Man, had I known it would be like this, I would have tried this stuff a long time ago! I honestly don't know what in hell I was waiting for. Let's just say that my visit to Mistress Linda Shires was...unforgettable.

Mistress Linda Shires showed me who's boss from the moment I entered her apartment. The tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed, sexy older White lady looked hot in a shiny Black PVC outfit. And she was really eager to dominate my Black ass. Although she had clients of all races, she told me she didn't have any Black male submissives. Merely a Black couple where the wife submitted to her while the husband watched. Well, Mistress Linda Shires broke me in...and I loved it. First, she had me strip naked and kneel before her. Then she told me the rules. I was more than okay with that.

Mistress Linda Shires bound me hand and foot. Then she proceeded to whip me with her belt as she called me some terms I won't print here. Suffice to say Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton wouldn't approve of my letting a White woman call me, a Black man, by those terms. Then Mistress Linda spread my ass cheeks wide open and shoved a gloved finger inside. She began lubricating then probing me, asking me if I'd ever been butt-fucked before. My answer was a resounding no. Mistress Linda told me she loved anal virgins, and continued probing my asshole. Then she replaced her fingers with a strap-on dildo. I shuddered with anticipation. Here was a moment of truth. I was really getting fucked in my Black ass by a dominant White lady with a strap-on dildo. This was a dream come true. Mistress Linda grabbed my hips and thrust the dildo into my well-lubricated asshole. I groaned as she penetrated me. It hurt but also felt kind of good. Mistress Linda took her sweet time as she fucked me in the ass with her strap-on dildo. I groaned. I screamed. I squealed. And still she mercilessly rammed the dildo up my ass. Then she pulled out and made me suck her dildo clean while I masturbated. I ended up shooting my cum all over her boots. She made me wipe it off with a cloth. I thanked Mistress Linda for a wonderful time. I can't wait to book another session!

Sometimes the universe is telling you a message and you're just too busy to listen. My name is Steeves Volmar Cherenfant, as I said before. I'm a Haitian-American from Boston, Massachusetts, living in Ottawa, Ontario, while attending Carleton University. I've come to discover that I like bossy older White women. This after years of being a staunch advocate of Black Love and Black Unity. I'm the Black guy who came up with the slogan the Black Goddess is My Standard of Beauty. However, living in a place like Ottawa where Black women seem to have forsaken Black men has taught me to look for love and happiness elsewhere. Nothing wrong with Black men loving White women. Let those Black women who love to show off their pale-skinned boyfriends whenever they see a single Black man walking nearby do whatever they want. They are lost to me and I am lost to them. I don't need them. I loved the Black Goddess for most of my life but she simply wouldn't have me. I don't miss the Black Goddess. I've found a new Goddess to worship. My new Goddess is tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed. The Standard of Beauty for all of God's Green Earth. And she's chosen ME. I'm lucky she's in my life. 



Why: Why Dan? Why Not Ben?



All characters in this story are over the age of 18.

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I woke up the next morning and realized that I was rock hard. I figured a little "me time" would probably do me some good. I got on the computer and surfed over to my usual porn site. I logged on and tried to decide what I wanted to watch. I didn't see anything that really caught my eye. In skimming along, I found myself reading the descriptions of several gay male videos. I got away form that and chose a lesbian video, instead. I began watching it, but it wasn't doing anything for me. I tried switching to an anal video, but still nothing.

I found myself thinking about the different gay male videos that might be good. I shook my head and turned off the computer, unwilling to accept that I wanted to watch gay porn considering all that I had been through. I stripped naked and got into the shower. I took a quick shower and then got dressed. I was grabbing my keys and bag, when I heard my front door open. I stood in shocked silence as I watch Dan walk through my door. I couldn't believe it. He wanted to fuck me again, already?

My face must have shown my surprise, because he laughed when he saw me and said, "Yep, I'm here for that sweet ass. So drop those shorts and bend over, boy. I'm in a hurry, so no lip."

I hung my head, but obeyed. I undid my shorts and took them and my underwear off. I then knelt down and laid my chest over my couch. Dan didn't waste any time. He unzipped his pants, and dropped down behind me. I was loathe to admit, but my cock was still rock hard. I moaned as I felt his hard cock press against my asshole. He then grabbed my hips and plunged every inch of his hard cock up my ass. I moaned and gasped at the force of his thrust.

He was definitely in a hurry. He didn't start out slow, but just slammed his hard cock in and out of my ass as fast as he could. I guessed that this would be considered a "quickie," because there was no way he would be able to last long at this speed. I had to hold onto the couch for added support and stability, due to the force behind Dan's hard ass pounding. I had a desire to reach down and stroke my own cock, as I felt Dan's cock punching against my prostate. I refused to do this, I didn't want to cum this way.

Dan was grunting and moaning loudly, as he pulled my hips back to meet his hard thrusts. I heard his breathing get louder and more labored. His cock was now battering in and out of my ass. I had gotten used to this kind of abuse. My asshole was able to stretch around his big hard cock now without a lot of pain. I was conflicted about that. For one, I liked that I wasn't in constant pain, but I didn't like that it gave me some pleasure. I briefly wondered how well I could take Ben's much bigger hard cock, but I figured that would come sooner or later.

Dan then slammed his cock deep into my bowels and unleashed wave after wave of his hot cum inside me. Dan moaned loudly as he worked his cock in and out of my ass, milking any excess cum into me. He then pulled his cock out, stood up, and zipped his pants. I stood up and pulled my shorts and underwear back on. I then followed him out of my apartment and down the elevator. I figured he expected to drive me to school again, and I was right. I climbed on behind him, and he sped out of the parking lot. He then dropped me off at school, and said, "Well, boy. Tonight you get to enjoy Ben's company. And that guy is seriously horny, so get ready for an ass stretching."

He then laughed loudly as he sped off. I stood there speechless for a few seconds, then walked to my first class. I was once again in a daze most of the day, thinking about being roughly fucked by Ben's monster cock. I must have looked like a deer in headlights as I started to walk home that night, because I didn't even see Ben waiting for me on campus. I walked right past him, until he called to me. I turned around, still in a daze.

Ben laughed and grabbed his crotch as he said, "Damn, boy. You must really be hot for this monster of mine, if you are that out of it. Climb on, I'll get us there fast."

I nodded silently and climbed onto his bike, and he sped away. We arrived at my apartment building a minute later. I got off, and Ben followed me into the building and up the elevator. I was still dazed and silent. I led up to my apartment and inside. We stepped inside, and Ben immediately ordered me to strip. I was used to this by now, so I quickly stripped naked and then stood waiting for more instructions. Ben smirked as he say down on my couch and said, "Ok, now I want you to come over here. Take out my hard cock and suck me off. You're going to swallow my load and keep sucking until I get hard again. You got all that, boy?"

I nodded saying, "Yes, Sir."

I then dropped to my knees between his legs and unzipped his leather pants. As usual, he wasn't wearing underwear. I grabbed his hard cock and pulled it out of his pants. I then opened my mouth as wide as I could and began maneuvering his giant cock head into my mouth. I was able to stretch my lips and accommodate the enormous hard cock. I then began to bob my head up and down his cock shaft as I sucked and licked his cock. I worked up a good rhythm as I kept going. I was able to work his giant cock easier than last time, but it was still a lot of work considering the length and width.

Ben then said, "Now work it like I taught you, boy. And keep going until I cum. I want to see you swallow all the cum I give you."

I then took his cock deep into my throat and began swallowing around his massive cock head. Ben moaned loudly at this, and placed a leather gloved hand on my head to keep my there. I continued on like this for as long as I could, but with the cock head completely in my throat I was unable to breathe. I then drew my head back and began sucking just his massive cock head. I did this as I sucked in some much needed air. I continued working his cock head, until I felt his hand began to push me back down onto his cock.

I then began to bob my head up and down, as I sucked his cock shaft deeply. I moved one of my hands to slowly stroke his cock, while my other hand massaged his balls. I was loathe to admit it, but I was looking forward to getting fucked. I had come to be able to take Dan's massive cock up my ass without pain. I knew that Ben liked to fuck rough and hard, but I also knew he liked to suck a boy's cock. I was so horny that I was willing to take a hard fuck by Ben's massive cock if it meant I would get to cum too.

I was really working Ben's hard cock and not really paying attention to anything else, when I suddenly heard Ben moan loudly. I then felt his hard cock explode in a fountain of hit cum, right into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, and kept up stroking his cock with one hand and massaging his ball with my other. I also continued to bob my head up and down Ben's cock shaft sucking as I went, as I continued to swallow his hot cum.

Ben let out a deep moan, as he said, "Damn, boy. You're getting good at that. I haven't cum that fast in a long time. Now get me hard again so I can shove it up your tight ass."

I then doubled my efforts of sucking his cock. My hands continued to stroke him and massage his balls as my head bobbed up and down, trying desperately to get him hard again. I usually just wanted them to get off, so they would leave, but I was so horny now that I just needed any kind of pleasure as soon as possible. I felt the customary twitch and jerk of Ben's cock, that meant he would soon be hard again. I was proved right as his cock began to grow hard right in my mouth. I felt his cock begin to stretch my mouth as it grew to fullness.

Ben then pulled my mouth off of his cock and said, "Now bend over, boy. You have an ass that I intend to fuck long and hard." 

I quickly leaned over then couch and pushed out my ass. Ben dropped down behind me. I felt his warm breath on my asshole. I then moaned as I felt his wet tongue begin to press into my ass. I relaxed my asshole as best as I could, as I enjoyed the feeling of his wet tongue probing my ass. I felt my head drop onto the couch, as I relaxed completely to Ben's talented tongue. I was moaning and breathing hard as my asshole was being expertly tongue fucked by Ben. I whimpered as I felt his tongue leave my asshole.

I then felt Ben's hard cock head press against my asshole and slowly force it's way inside me. I relaxed my asshole as best as I could, but it still felt like my asshole was being ripped apart. I let out a relieved gasp, as I felt Ben's giant cock head come to rest inside me ass. I had come to enjoy the satisfying "pop" when his monstrously large cock head finally worked its way past my ass muscles. Ben then began to slowly push his cock into my ass. I felt every inch of his hard cock, as it worked its way into me.

I had forgotten how long Ben's cock really was, until I felt his cock head come to a stop inside my intestines. Ben let me get used to the feeling of his giant cock inside me. He then began to pull out. He continued to pull out until just his cock head was still inside me. He then pushed his cock all the way back inside me. Ben them moaned out, "I forgot how fucking great your asshole feels, wrapped around my hard cock. Mmm, how does my cock feel inside you, boy?"

I was humiliated to admit, "It actually feel really good, Sir. It doesn't hurt like it did last time."

Ben laughed as he said, "That's because you like monster cock shoved up your asshole, boy. Well here I come."

Ben then began to pick up speed as he fucked my ass. I was now moaning, as I felt his enormous cock filling my ass. Ben was now fucking me with a steady pace of pushing his cock all the way inside me, then back out until just his cock head was in my ass. Ben's pace was still slow enough that I could feel every inch of hard cock as it was pushed up my ass, but fast enough that I was moaning louder. My moans added to Ben's moans, as we enjoyed the feelings we were experiencing. Ben then grabbed my hips tightly and said, "Well, now boy. You ready for the real thing? I'm about to fuck your ass deep and hard."

I moaned out, "Yes, Sir. I'm ready."

Ben then began to pick up speed as he thrust his cock in and out of my ass. I was amazed at the feelings of pleasure I was receiving, as Ben's hard monster cock fucked my boy hole. Dan's smaller cock didn't feel half as good as Ben's cock did. I began to try to clinch my asshole around Ben's cock, but my asshole was already stretched so much, that it was impossible. I just decided to relax and enjoy the giant cock that was fucking my ass.

Ben was steadily increasing in speed as he continued to fuck me. His pace had increased significantly, so that now he was really battering in and out of my ass. I loved the new feelings that his cock was giving me. I was already so horny to begin with, now this added pleasure had my head spinning. Ben was really shoving his cock deep into my bowels, as he bottomed out his cock inside me. I couldn't wait to feel him spray his hot cum deep inside me. I wondered if he would let me stroke my own cock, while he fucked my ass. I remembered the amazing feeling of Ben sucking my cock until I came, as I rode Dan's cock until he pumped my insides full of cum.

I loved the feeling that my orgasm had given me. I wondered how much better it would feel with Ben's cock fucking my ass. I decided to wait, and just enjoy this first fuck, that I was receiving. Ben had worked himself up to a fast and deep pace of fucking my ass. I was moaning deep and loud as my ass was being pummeled by this massively hard and enormous cock. I loved the feeling of Ben's cock head plunging into my intestines, as he thrust deep into me. Ben's moans had grown louder and deeper, as he continued to fuck my boy hole.

Ben then moaned out, "Here I come, boy. I'm gonna fill your insides with my man seed. Get ready. HERE I GO!"

With that last moan, Ben slammed his hard cock deeper than ever into my insides. I grunted in pleasure as the air was forced from my lungs, by the shear force of his hard thrust. I felt a flood of hot man seed erupt from Ben's giant cock and flow into my insides. I moaned at the warm feeling of cum coating my insides. I imagined a river of hot sticky man seed washing deep into my body. Ben pumped his softening cock in and out of my ass, as he worked his cum into me. I moaned at the last few splashes of hot cum that flew into my ass.

Ben then flipped me around, so that I was now laying with my back on the couch. He had kept his long cock buried inside me, as he changed my position. He then began to slowly pump his softened cock in and out of my ass. I realized that he intended to work his cock in my ass, until he grew hard again. I moaned at the feeling of this slow ass fuck, and imagined being fucked in this position. Ben had my legs wrapped around his waist and his hands on my hips, as he slowly worked his cock in and out of my ass.

I quietly moaned, as I felt his softened cock steadily working in and out of me. Our breathing had settled down by now, and we were both moaning softly as he continued his slow and steady pace. Ben began to moan out softly, "Yeah work my cock, boy. I'm going to fuck you hard and deep real soon. I want to pump my cum so deep into you, that it sprays into your stomach."

I was quietly moaning, as I listened to Ben and he continued to slowly fuck me. Ben's softened cock was now the same size as Dan's hard cock. I smiled at the thought of that joke against Dan. I had come to enjoy Ben's monster cock much more than Dan's smaller though still big cock. I began to feel Ben's cock twitch inside my ass, and smiled as I felt his cock begin to grow hard and fill my ass with hard cock. I moaned loudly as Ben continued to slowly fuck my ass, with his how rock hard cock.

I felt my own hard cock slap my stomach. Ben looked down at me and said, "Stroke your hard cock, while I fuck you, boy. I want you to cum on yourself when I fill your ass with more of my cum. I want to see you cum with me."

I reached down and began to slowly stroke my hard cock. I kept the same steady pace as Ben had now. I was looking Ben in the eyes as I continued to stroke my hard cock in front of him. Ben then smirked and began to pick up the pace of his thrusts. I increased the speed of my strokes to my own cock, to match his speed of fucking my ass. Ben had now worked himself up to a fast pace of deeply fucking my ass. I was moaning with each thrust into my insides, as I continued to stroke my hard cock. I found it very hot and kinky to stroke my hard cock to match the hard cock that was currently plunging in and out of my ass.

My body was being wracked my the force of Ben's hard thrusts into my ass. His moans had grown in volume, as his thrusts into my ass had gone deeper. We were both moaning at the feeling of my asshole being stretched tight around his monster cock, my ass being filled with his cock shaft, and my intestines being battered by his giant cock head. By now, our moans had ceased. Our breathing had become labored and could easily be heard by both of us. Our breaths came out almost as loud as our moans had been.

I knew that I was being fucked and stroked to a powerful orgasm. I had not cum since Ben had sucked me off, five days ago. I needed this release bad. Ben was concentrating on fucking my ass as deep and hard as he could. The length of his cock caused his thrusts to be long, as he would pull his cock all the way out to his cock head, before ramming his entire length back inside me. I imagined what it must look like from the inside, Ben's massive cock head stretching my insides wide around his massive width. I moaned as I pictured it.

Ben then moaned out, "I'm getting close, boy. Jerk your cock faster. I want to see you cum all over yourself, when I fill you with my hot man seed."

I eagerly complied and began to work my hard cock faster, desperate to cum. I felt my asshole twitch and tighten as I felt my balls begin to pull up. I knew that I was mere seconds from cumming. I called out, "Sir, I'm gonna cum. I can't hold off. Here it comes."

I then felt my cock explode a spray of cum. I moaned as I felt my cock empty itself of my hot boy seed. I felt drops of my cum hit my face and chest. I kept stroking my softening cock, as I continued to milk my cum from my cock. Ben smirked as he watched this and slammed his cock all the way inside my intestines and felt his own cock begin to spray my insides with cum. I moaned as I felt another load of hot cum drench my insides. I felt his hard cock jerk every time he released another spurt of man seed deep inside me.

I lay there drenched in my own cum, as Ben continued to slowly pump his softened cock in and out of my ass. I moaned as I felt him jerk his cock a few times, emptying his cock inside my ass. I then felt his cock slide out of my asshole. I then stood up on shaky legs, and began walking towards the shower. I didn't notice at first, but Ben followed me to the bathroom. Stepped into the shower and Ben joined me, as I turned on the hot water.

I stepped under the spray of hot water and let it flow over me. I moaned at the feeling. Ben stepped up behind me and stepped into the pray with me. I smirked as I dropped to my knees and began massaging his soft cock and balls. I heard him moan, as he enjoyed my attention. I washed his cock and balls clean with my hands, as Ben stood before me. He then lifted me up and bent me over, as he dropped to his knees behind me. I felt his wet tongue begin to lick into my asshole, making me moan in pleasure. 

Ben had a hold of my ass cheeks as his tongue was buried deep in my asshole. I clinched my asshole around his tongue. I felt my back arch, as Ben's tongue continue to probe my ass. I heard him moan into my ass, as he tongue fucked me. One of his hands reached and grabbed hold of my cock and balls and began to knead and massage me from behind. I spread my legs to allow him better access. Ben then stood up, grabbed his now semi hard cock, and slapped it against my ass cheeks.

I moaned at then knowledge that he intended to shove his over sized cock into my ass again. He then said, "Ok, boy. Shot off the water, it's time for another round of ass fucking."

I shut off the water and we both stepped out of my shower and dried off. I then followed him into my living room. He then sat down on my couch and slowly stroked his cock. He smirked at me as he said, "Wrap your lips around this big cock, boy."

I immediately dropped to my knees and began sucking his massive cock. I knew to work his cock with a deep and hard suction. I began to feel his cock grow hard. I smiled around his cock, as I continued to suck. Ben then said, "Ok, now climb on up. I want you to ride this massive meat."

I let his cock fall out of my mouth, with one last suck of his hard cock head. I then climbed up onto his lap. I straddled his hips and lowered myself down onto his incredibly wide and long cock. I moaned as I felt his cock slide past my asshole and into my ass. I took him inside me all the way until his cock head popped into my intestines. I settled myself on his lap, as I positioned myself to ride his cock. I then set a slow and steady pace of rocking my hips forward and back, as I worked his cock inside me. His cock was so long, that I felt his cock head popping in and out of my intestines. 

My mouth opened wide in a silent moan, as I felt his monster our cock work its way deeper than ever into my insides. I moaned at the feeling of him being so deep inside me. I began to pick up speed, making his cock head go in and out of my insides. I loved this feeling of being so full of hard cock. I thought of the previous day, that I was still so mad at being forced to take Dan's hard cock into my ass. But now I was willingly working Ben's much bigger cock in and out of me. I smiled at the change I had gone through in the past week. How willing I now was to be roughly fucked by giant cock. I felt my breathing pick up as I continued to rock my hips faster and faster, desperate for more depth. Ben moaned loudly, as he placed his hands on my ass cheeks to keep my pace fast. He began to buck his hips upwards to meet my hips as they rocked backwards, driving his hard cock deeper and deeper into my insides. I had never had either of their cocks plunged so deep into me, and I loved the feeling. I felt my own cock harden, as the pleasure of being fucked caused me such pleasure.




Why: Why Dan? Why Not Ben?



Ben then grabbed my hard cock and began to roughly stroke my cock. I moaned, as I felt my cock being roughly handled as Ben's cock was shoved in and out of my intestines. I rocked my hips faster and faster, desperate for another release. I wanted to cum again, with Ben's cock buried in my insides. I wanted to feel another load of his thick sticky cum being pumped deep inside me. I placed my arms around his neck for better stability, as I began to pick up the speed of my hips. I moaned every time I felt his cock head pop into my insides. 

Ben was moaning along with me, as he continued to roughly jerk my hard cock. We were working each other to another hard orgasm, as our moans increased in volume. My hips rocking forward and back kept my hard cock working forward and back in Ben's hand, as I worked his own massive cock deeper and deeper into my insides. My moans were so fast now, that I was now using my moans to exhale. I was so focused on my rocking hips, that everything else faded away. Ben's moans were loud and deep, as he felt his cock head being buried deep in my insides with every rock of my hips and everyone of his upward thrusts. 

Ben then moaned out, "I aint never had a boy that could take all of my big cock up his ass. Aint no boy yet that could ride this monster this deep. I'm gonna pump my cum deep into you, boy."

I was passed speaking now, all I could do was moan, as I continued to skewer myself on his massive meat. My hips and moans had now reached a fevered pace. My own hard cock was being over worked as my thrusts into Ben's hand and Ben's stroking had my cock feeling like it would explode any second. I then slammed my hips down onto Ben's hard cock, just as he thrust his hips upwards, driving his cock all the way inside me. Ben moaned deeply as his cock jumped inside me and began to spray his third load of hit cum all the way into my bowels. I worked my hips back and forth, working his cock as fast as I could.

I had not realized it at first, but I had cum already. I shot my load all over Ben's hairy chest. I continued to rock my hips forward and back, milking Ben's massive cock of all of his cum. I then collapsed onto his chest and laid there panting in exhaustion. Ben stayed still as well, trying to get his breathing to return to normal. I felt Ben's cock slowly begin to soften inside me. It was a delightful feeling, as his cock slowly shrank. It felt like he was pulling his cock out of me, but he was staying still. I moaned as I felt his cock being dragged out of my insides and back into my ass. 

Ben then lifted me up and set me beside him. I was limp in exhaustion after this latest round of fucking. Ben stood up and wiped my cum off of his chest with my underwear. I watched through half closed eyes, as he turned back to me and said, "I don't think you should wear underwear anymore. Or if you do, it should only be a jock strap. Is that clear, boy?"

I nodded lazily, as I moaned out, "Yes, Sir."

Ben then got dressed and let himself out. He turned back towards me and said, "Boy, you are a catch. And I intend to fuck your ass as often as I can."

He then shut the door behind me, leaving me alone again.



Why Women Don't Have Sex



After a long day at the office of men smacking my ass, talking to me as if I lacked intelligence and taking a pay cut so the CEO and his buddies could hit the bars after work, I was so looking forward to getting home to relax. My two inch heels were killing me, it was hot, which the nylons did not help any and traffic was horrible. Some idiot zipped past me, nearly taking off my bumper and gave me his little birdie. What an idiot! It's going to have to take more than that to get me aroused.

I wanted so badly to get home and change from this business attire to my comfy sweats and baggie T shirt. The thought of sipping on a long island ice tea and just kicking up my feet was all I wanted and what my body so badly desired. 

Oh my god, I almost hit the car in front me. What the heck? It's that idiot who zipped past me; he's slamming on his breaks now fucking with me. Grrrrrr its people like that who need to be hung by their toe nails I so can't wait to get home. Hmmm I'll fix his wagon. As he slammed on his breaks again, I zipped past on the left side gaving him the finger. 

No sweat! If he can do it so can I. 

Now what?! FUCK! A cop! Can this day get any worse?

As soon as I opened the door to my house all I saw was complete chaos. The kids were running around screaming while the babysitter's hair was standing on end. Babysitter?

"Where's my husband?" I yelled to her over the top of the kids' noise. She pointed up toward the computer room on the second floor of our house. He jumped out with a shit eating grin. That no good raisinette of a penis wanking bastard was up there again watching porn while the kids were home! 

All I could do was shake my head in disgust and fish a twenty out of my purse cramming it into the sitter's hand. She shoved it into her pocket and stuck her hand back out again. By that time my no good palm loving bastard, I mean husband was offering to take her home. I ignored her hand and maneuvered around her to the kitchen leaving him to deal with her.

To my horror, all the dishes that were in the cabinets now filled the sink and counters dirty. Can I just cry now? 

"MOMMY!" Screamed Suzi. "MOMMY! Thomas took my toy."

I sighed. "Suzi go ask for it back nicely please." 

Time to get some dishes going. 

"When's dinner?" Asked the wanker. 

Crossing my brow all I could do was say "When I finish cooking it." 

I took off my jacket, rolled up my sleeves and went to work. After getting the first load of dishes in the dishwasher and organizing the mess out of my way I can now finally start dinner. What will we have? How about a nice refreshing salad? Now that sounds good! A little chicken and some pasta. Mmmmm nice! "What's for dinner?" Came that no good wasteland of a husband.

"Chicken." I replied without thought, reaching in to grab the salad mixings from the frig. 

"We had that yesterday." 

Did we? No, we had hamburgers. The man was delusional.

"We had hamburgers."

"Why can't we have that again?"

"Do you want to cook dinner tonight?"

"Chicken sounds nice."

All I could do was roll my eyes as I watched him waddle back to the front room and plop on the couch. On went the TV, straight to football. I take that he didn't want to cook. I shrug and went back to work cooking dinner.

"MOMMMY!" Screamed Suzi again. "MOMMY! Thomas hit me."

"What?" I asked turning to see blood running down her little tear stricken face. Oh good grief! What happen?! "Okay, Suzi, lets get to the bathroom and clean you up sweetie."

It was another hour before dinner was done and several complaints from the manly husband on how pasta wasn't a real food like potatoes were. It was everything to finish out the night with both eyes open. But somehow I managed to get both kids bathed, settled into bed with a book read and picked up the house for the next day. I folded the clothes and was just starting another load when I heard moaning coming from that fucking computer room. 

What the hell? Was he spanking his monkey again? 

All I could do was shake my head in disgust while getting another load of dishes going and writing a note to the babysitter about Suzi's head and how she needed to keep up on the dishes. 

Oh god, I almost forgot, I needed to pay make a car payment and get the mortgage off in the mail... and my work clothes for tomorrow. Sighs. Is it ever going to end?

There's that shit eating grin again, now throwing his cum stained evidence in the dirty laundry. I tap my foot with arms crossed. I'm done!

"I'm going to take tomorrow off and spend the day with my girlfriends." I told him firmly.

"What are you going to do with the kids?" He asked without a care in the world.

"I'm sure you'll think of something. And I want you to cook all of us dinner, something other than hamburgers." His eyes widen. "I have had one hell of day today and I needed your help and what where you doing? Up there getting off on porn."

"No I wasn't." He lied.

"OH?" I asked. 

"I never get off on porn."

I reached past him pulling his dirty drawers out of the laundry basket. I opened them wide revealing the creamy colored cum smeared across them. "As I said, you will get the kids to my mom's house and cook my girlfriends and I dinner tomorrow in a French maid outfit! You know, the one you begged me to wear on our wedding night." With that I threw the shorts in his face and went to take my shower.

He was already asleep when I finally call it a night. He was snoring as loud as ever taking up the whole bed. As tired as I was, I looked upon him with a small amount of desire wondering if I could get some pleasure. I curled up next to him with one leg resting on his. I felt for his manhood and started to stroke it, trying desperately to bring it alive. I nibbled on his neck when he snorted really loud and turned over on his side, away from me.

What the hell? I couldn't even arouse my how slap happy husband. 

Frustrated and angry, I stormed off to the computer room. It had become my sanctuary on nights like this and I found comfort in a site called Literotica where I could write out my horny dreams for the world to see. I had turned many men on with my words even though none were my husband. Real men read erotic literature, not lazy penis wastelands who just watch porn to get off. And tonight would be like all those other nights. I sat and wrote, letting the words flow from me as if I were living the erotic experience myself. If only people knew I was a lonely desperate house wife whose husband loved his palm more then he loved my pussy they might have think differently of my stories.

Yet, each time I write these stories I arouse myself and I find no real satisfaction in that. A hot bothered woman should never go to waste and here I sit in front of a computer and my horny husband satisfied by his hand snoring in bed. This is so unfair! I thought marriage meant endless nights of sex. What the hell happen to that idea?

At least I had BOB. I wonder...

Would that wasteland of a penis wanking bastard would even know I was getting off by BOB laying right next to him. I giggle at the thought and decided, what the hell? I can at least try. So off to bed I went with erotic thoughts still dancing in my head I pulled off my nightie and found my favorite toy, BOB, my battery operated boyfriend. With a buzz the vibrator was on. I quickly looked to my husband, no reaction at all, he was still snoring. I turned it all the way up and let BOB at it. My god did he feel good.

It wasn't but a few minutes later I was squirting all over the bed, right next to the penis wasteland. He was still snoring, never knowing what I had just done. Serves him right! He should have let me give him head while he watched that porn! What makes him think he can have all the fun!

©Alia 2008



Why Would I Touch That?



Why would I touch that little dick of yours? Don't get me wrong – I think it's adorable and I do love playing with it, but why would I touch it the way I would handle a real cock? When I was a little girl I had all kinds of cute little stuffed animals – bears, lions and tigers mostly. But, of course, I grew up to appreciate the difference between those toys and the real thing. I've still got a few of those stuffed animals in a storage box and they're just as cute as ever, but I guess I've just got more grown-up interests these days. I suppose the same goes for where I choose to spend my sexual attention too.

For better or worse, (better, I think) my looks and financial independence have always opened a lot of doors for me. Being able to pick and choose men is a privilege I didn't really appreciate and certainly didn't make the most use of until I turned about 25. In the 4 years since, it's definitely been an eye opening experience to realize that I really could just step out there into the world and get whatever I need. In my early twenties, I might have considered spending time with a guy like you or even sleeping with you. My thinking would have been that you seem like a nice enough guy and you sure do seem awfully sweet on me so why not give you a fair shake? If we did end up in bed, I'd probably even have excused your performance and other shortcomings thinking that there's more to life than some fantasy about being with the "perfect man." I suppose it was inexperience or just trying to be "nice" that drove a lot of my attitudes and behavior in those days. Things certainly have changed a bit. For one thing, despite all the complaining that a lot of women seem to do, it turns out that the "perfect man" really is out there. And there are actually a lot of them out there if you know where to look and you've got what it takes to get and keep their attention.

I suppose the big eye opener for me was a particular experience I had with a guy I met when I was 25. Life was already pretty good – I loved hanging out with my girlfriends, money was great, I had lots of nice guys interested in me and I really didn't know any better than the perfectly acceptable lifestyle I was already living. That sure changed in a hurry one day during an innocent trip to the dry cleaners.

I walked right past his car on the way in. I thought about it just long enough to mutter to myself one of those "some macho jerk with a little prick" comments. Who the hell drives a Lambourgini to the dry cleaners and parks half sideways like a total asshole? Well, it looked like I was about to find out because he and I turned out to be the only two standing in the store waiting and hoping that eventually a clerk would emerge from the back. "Mr. Sports Car" sure fit the bill – tall, dark, handsome, a few years older than me and, I was sure, compensating for not being very gifted between his legs. I certainly wasn't going to strike up a conversation and I'm sure I would never have said a word to him if circumstances hadn't forced an icebreaker. As I went to lay my dry cleaning on the counter, of course the one thing that slips out and falls to the floor is a pair of my panties.

I suppose it's been one of my little indulgences since I was a teenage girl, but I've long been a bit of an underwear connoisseur. And sure enough, before I realized they had slipped out of my bag, there was a pair of my lacier, sheer panties on their way to the floor of the dry cleaner. They settled on the floor right at his feet and all I could do was shake my head before reaching down to pick them up. But before I could bend over, he was already doing the "gentleman thing" and was already handing them back to me. This was the last guy I wanted touching my panties up until the moment I looked him in the eye to thank him. I had always dismissed guys like this but, for some reason (maybe I was just feeling bold), I decided right then and there I was going to find out just what exactly he was made of. 

The flirting was easy. I thanked him, I blushed a little, he got interested, I played it a little coy, he was hooked. I wasn't going to waste any time. I poured it on pretty thick and he got the message. Fifteen minutes later we were upstairs in my apartment and I was ready for the fumbling, nervousness and disappointment I was expecting this guy to deliver. But then something happened. Out came a cock that definitely shattered my stereotype. Long, thick and textured by veins, it looked like one of those overwrought dildos that my girlfriends and I had nervously giggled over at the occasional bachelorette party. I was standing there in front of him, both of us fully clothed, his pants unzipped and his full cock weighing heavy in my hand. He was only half hard and already I couldn't believe the mass and the heat of his amazing dick. 

Well, my attitude about this guy wasn't going to be shaken that easily. I quickly switched to the conviction that he was about to reveal himself as a terrible lover. All I can say about that is that four hours later I was lying there in his big arms having just been fucked in a way that has since changed my life forever. This "asshole" turned out to be the man who fucked me right for the first time in my life. His arrogance was confidence – and well deserved. His ridiculous car was actually a hobby for a guy with too much money (he had actually been an apprentice for Lamborghini while living in Italy as a young man – how cool is that!). His gym body was the product of his other hobby as a fitness trainer. And his cock – well, I suppose only genes can account for that. I had never felt such a sensation of being so completely filled and satisfied. I had never even imagined such full, thick balls pressing against my ass. And I certainly had never been with a guy who could cum so big then do it all over again four times in a row. Two of those times were in my mouth and on my tits because I simply could not get enough of the feeling that I had stumbled across the most magnificent and masculine cock in the world. Usual concerns about safety went out the window. I needed to feel that man cum with nothing between us. I needed to taste every bit of him and he was all too happy to feed my hunger.

Well, to make a long story short, he was just the start of an awakening that has taken me from being a pretty girl with a string of nice, sweet boyfriends to a woman who knows exactly how good it can be and exactly how to get it good from the kind of alpha male stud that, frankly, I deserve. I still love wearing sexy underwear, but now I do it for real men, not the sad little pussies I was willing to entertain before. And I guess that brings me back to you.

I know that your little cock is hard right now. I know it's straining and twitching over the thought of me spreading my legs and taking a hard fucking – not from you – but from the kind of man you know I deserve. The tip of your dick is probably even a little wet now. Is it staining your underwear or are you holding it in your hand? Reach down, rub that precum with your pinky finger, raise it to your lips and take a little taste of the pathetic little pussy you are. Good boy. 

Now there's just one image I want in your head. Concentrate. Here's the picture: I'm lying on my beautiful bead, my head is thrown back, my mouth slightly open, legs spread, my sheer panties pushed aside, my stud above me, his thick shiny cock sliding in and out of my perfectly manicured pussy. Big masculine balls pushing against me. No condom. I need him to cum so badly but I don't want him to stop. He's in deep. He just keeps going. God I love that alpha cock.

Now squeeze that little dick of yours. Rub it hard like a good horny little boy. Picture me with my stud – your superior. Now cum. Cum on yourself. Cum on your own sad little cock while you watch a real man show you how it's done. Are you all slippery now? Give yourself a little taste. Just a little. Do as I say and maybe I'll have a special little treat for you tomorrow.



Why YOU Must Enter Survivor 2010



First of all, a huge thank you to Manu and Laurel for such a wonderful site that allows new writers to practice their craft and receive feedback from readers. An even bigger thank you to Crimson Maiden and Lauren Hynde for moderating the Survivor Contest each year. 

Two-thousand and nine was my first (and last) year to participate. But it has been the most amazing experience of my life. Since I was in sixth grade, I have wanted to be a writer. In fact, I got in big trouble for writing a 'book' for my young cousin in math class. In high school, I took creative writing...twice. I even won honourable mention in a state-wide poetry contest and was published in anthology. Throughout my forty-four years I have taken up writing, mainly romance, over and over again. But like most people I never finished anything. 

Then came the Survivor Contest. I am a highly competitive person, so this was ideal to provide me with the discipline I needed. Even though I had only posted one story prior to the contest, I signed up. And throughout most of the year I was the point's leader. But winning was not the important thing because I was only competing against myself to become what I had always dreamt of being...an author. 

Over the past year I have written eighty-four original stories. Those stories have been read almost one-million times. I have received some truly heart stopping emails from people, who were touched by my stories. But most importantly, this contest has changed how I see myself. 

You see between those dreams of childhood and teens had come LIFE. I had been married for fourteen years, divorced and remarried with a string of over two-hundred and fifty lovers in between. I had six beautiful, intelligent children. I had built a successful career in another field. But still I dreamt of being a writer. 

The most amazing thing about this contest and this past year is that I have honed my craft not because life gave me some break, but in spite of it. The year began well enough with me submitting one or more story each day. But then in spring my youngest daughter developed epilepsy and the seizures became the focus of our lives. I barely slept as I kept vigilant watch over her each night afraid that she would not awaken in the morning. 

Then just as the doctors and medications were getting that under control, I watched helplessly as dear friends faced the hardest 'decision' of their lives when their unborn baby was diagnosed with a fatal birth defect. I was there for her beautiful birth and held them as they buried her little body that no bigger than a Barbie doll. I even made the little dress that she wore as they lowered her cold body into the ground. 

But this year was barely half done and it seemed had just begun with me. I discovered that we were pregnant again. Because I was not working full-time, finances had been tight and our marriage strained. I was shocked, but quickly became excited as motherhood is my greatest love, even more than writing. Then our world fell apart. I lost our Hope at eleven weeks. For the first time in my life, I scared myself as I googled ways to commit suicide.

That was a true wakeup call and I sought the help I needed. For the past three months, I have battled depression with everything inside of me. I am on the highest dose of Prozac. I see a counsellor and have an exercise program prescribed by my doctor. Still there are days when I can barely get out of bed and moments when a dark cloud of despair descends and I cry for no reason. I admit my writing these days has taken a dark twist, but even that has been cathartic. 

As if all of that were not enough, just as the big push came in the month of December with the Survivor Contest, my laptop died. For the past month, I have had almost no access to a computer. So despite plans and goals, I fizzled at the end. Then on New Year's Eve as if I needed a reminder, my daughter had her first seizure in five months and six days.

Yet through it all, I became a writer. I pushed myself to write when I did not feel like writing. Wet tears fell on the keys of my now dead laptop. I stretched myself to write of things beyond my personal experience. And I found my voice.

I enter 2010 with the greatest gift of all...I am a writer. Thanks in large part to that decision to enter a crazy contest a year ago. So if like me you have always dreamt of being a writer, you absolutely MUST sign up for the eleventh annual Survivor Contest.



Why You Were Invited



It was late. The house quiet and dark as everyone was supposed to be asleep. Larry was having a fitful rest after his long trip, even with a long hot shower, the soft mattress dressed with crisp fresh smelling sheets did not help him find sleep as the time approached three in the morning.

Then he heard a slight creek, then another, someone was up. His ears strained to ear, to detect who was walking about, when he heard a feint tapping on his bedroom door. The visitor waited not for a response but slowly pushed the door open and slipped in.

Larry could see from the feint light that this wasn't his friend Dan paying him some sort of mysterious visit, it was his wife Phyllis! 

"Larry, are you awake?" Phyllis whispered as she crept toward the guest bed. She was on a woman's mission, a simple basic mission that her husband Dan encouraged her to embark on.

"Phyllis? What's the matter?" Larry asked as he lifted himself upon his elbow still only seeing a dark shadowy outline of his best friend's wife.

"I need your help, Larry. I need some very special help from you," Phyllis whispered mysteriously.

"Why sure, Phyllis, I'll do whatever you ask. But, why are you here in my room in the middle of the night?" Larry asked as he strained to see her in the darkness.

Quickly, Phyllis let her gown fall from her body leaving her nude and ready to complete her maternal mission. Without reservation she slipped under the sheet covering her husband's best friend and straddled his naked body with hers.

"Fuck, Phyllis you're naked!" Larry exclaimed as he felt her pubic mound tickling his belly as she leaned forward.

"Yes, please I need you to complete me." Phyllis whispered as she leaned forward her thick long hair cascading about Larry's face. He could feel her breath on his face as she panted her request.

"What do you mean complete you?" Larry asked as he felt her wetness dampening his thighs.

"I need you to put your beautiful sperm in my womb. I want you to breed me and give me and Dan a baby. Phyllis plainly and desperately pleaded as she rubbed her naked body up and down Larry's nakedness.

"Phyllis, that's Dan's privilege and duty . . . not mine. This will screw our friendship, Phyllis, I can't, even though you are very desirable and my cock is stiff." Larry pleaded for her to stop.

"Larry, this is why you were invited up. Dan is sterile and unable to give me a baby. I have his permission to seek a sperm donor he won't be angry, I promise," came her justifying reply.

Leaning forward she lowered a tit to Larry's mouth. She felt her hard thick nipple brushing against his lips hoping this overt seductive move would cause him to give in to her maternal need. Then she felt Larry's lips part around her nipple as he sucked it into his mouth.

"Oh, yes, suck my tit, Larry, I love my nipples sucked," Phyllis gasped as Larry sucked her tit ever deeper and harder. Then with skill and smoothness Phyllis reached between her legs, found Larry's hard cock laying across his belly. Quickly, so as not to give him a chance to protest, her experienced fingers lifted his cock up, positioned it between her wet cunt lips and with one smooth fluid move she lowered herself down upon it. Phyllis's cunt was now full of cock, Larry's potent cock.

"Oh, fuck, Phyllis what have you done?" Larry whispered urgently as the pleasure of her cunt about his cock eroded any will power on his part to end what was almost her raping him.

"You need to stop, Phyllis, I can't believe you are fucking me," Larry moaned as he reached up in the darkness to take both her tits into his hands.

"Yes, yes, Larry, squeeze them and pinch my nipples I need that to cum. Make me cum so my womb will open wide for your beautiful sperm," Phyllis pleaded and cried as she thrust her hips repeatedly forward and back.

"Oh, fuck, Larry, that's it I am almost there your big hard cock is getting me off. Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes I am cuming I am cuming," was all Larry heard as he felt his friend's wife's body convulsing in orgasmic pleasure a top his.

"Now, your sperm, Larry, I am ready to receive it," Phyllis whispered breathlessly in his ear as he felt her slowly begin to hump her ass up and down so his cock would slide in and out of her. Phyllis wanted to create the necessary friction to cause Larry's sperm to boil up from his balls, erupting into a torrent flood of baby making sperm into her womb.

Larry couldn't believe this was happening. He should stop it, push her off and end this madness before it was too late. But, he could not or more like it he was incredibly turned on by having his cock in his best friend's wife's cunt. Surely, she was not seriously wanting him to put a baby in her.

No matter, this wasn't going to stop till he empty his balls into her. Phyllis was a surprisingly good fuck. Her public persona was that of a quiet chaste lady that would never make anyone think she fucked with such desperate abandon.

Larry slid his hands down her sweaty back till he took an ass cheek into each hand. It was then that he began returning her thrusts driving his cock ever deeper into an open receptive womb.

"Your doing me, Phyllis, your doing me right. Keep sliding her cunt on my cock like that. I'm almost there. Hump me, bitch, hump my fucking cock if you want me to breed you," Larry snarled in delirious banter.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, please fill me with your fucking sperm, Larry," Phyllis screamed in a loud whisper.

Then it happened. Larry grabbed her ass cheeks hard and squeezed them tight holding Phyllis immobilized on his cock as his sperm began to pulse into her womb. She began to sob lightly for she could feel his hot sperm soaking into her moist depths.

As the two of them lay motionless, exhausted from this quick breeding rut, they both slipped into a post orgasmic nap. Both waking as Larry's cock slipped from her cunt enabling them both to feel the wetness of their breeding on their thighs.

"I must go. Thank you so much, Larry, thank you for such a precious gift," Phyllis whispered as she scrambled from the bed, pulled her gown back over her nakedness and silently as she came to him she left.

Morning

Larry lay stunned over what had just occurred, it was like a dream. His fitful rest continued till at last he drifted off to sleep not waking till eight. A shower was first in order to wash the smell of sex from his body, especially the smell of Phyllis's cunt left on his cock and balls. His best friend may be encouraging Phyllis to seek a breeding stud, but her secret quiet visit to his bed did not reassure him that his best friend new she had chosen him.

Once dressed Larry ventured toward the kitchen. He was about to announce his presence when he heard a moan, a slurping sound and Dan telling Phyllis not to stop. It was evident that Dan was getting a blow job. It was Phyllis's custom sense they married to give him a morning good-bye blow job, and this she did nearly every morning.

Upon hearing a satisfying moan from Dan Larry felt satisfied that he wouldn't be interrupting so he hollered his presents and hunger. 

"I sure hope I haven't missed breakfast, Phyllis," Larry said as he felt and heard his stomach growl.

"Hey, Larry, hope you slept well last night. Dan answered with a startled reply having just tucked his cock back into his pants. Phyllis will make you breakfast I have to pick a couple things up before we head out fishing. Be back in a half hour." Dan rattled off as he quickly hit the door, jumped in his pick up and left.

Phyllis stood bare footed in the middle of the kitchen dressed in a long denim skirt, and a long sleeved plaid shirt. She always dressed modestly, only her thick long hair and sweet face gave men cause to notice her.

Larry smiled and chuckled as he starred at her. Drinking in her sweet sensual expression.

Phyllis laughed nervously, feeling subconscious by Larry's continue stare and chuckling. "Why are you looking at me that way and why are you laughing?" Phyllis asked anxiously. 

"I was just wondering, do you give Dan a BJ every morning?" Larry asked wondering just how sexy his best friend's wife was.

Phyllis blushed and hid her face behind her hands. She knew he had seen her sucking her husband. "I . . . try and do that for him every morning. Our morning ritual started on your honey moon and just continued when we got back." 

Then Phyllis sensing Larry's desire for similar attention walked slowly to him her eyes fixed on the bulge in his jeans. Phyllis loved to suck cock and swallow cum.

"Maybe I should show you how I pleasure Dan every morning . . . after all we are now much more than just friends." Phyllis whispered not as a chaste woman, but as a lover wanting to give pleasure.

Not waiting for a reply. Something Larry was quickly learning about her, he watched as she knelt before him. Phyllis expertly, with little shyness over what she was preparing to do, pulled his cock free from his pants and looking up at Larry she rubbed in on her cheek, licking the shaft till it glisten with saliva, then she plunged her mouth down on it engulfing in fully and deeply as she had done with it the night before with her cunt.

Years of giving morning BJ's gave her much experience at pleasuring a cock with her mouth. She could give long extended head or she could make Dan blow his wad within a couple of minutes.

She wanted to give her sperm donor a long sloppy BJ, but her husband would be home soon and she did not want him to know whom she had chosen to breed her. So Phyllis began to bob her head up and down quickly, plunging deep repeatedly causing her to gag. Larry was amazed at her technique. She did not suck like one would think a lady would, but rather she was doing him like a porn slut.

Then as Dan's car was pulling up to the house Larry grunted and released is sperm into Phyllis's mouth. Standing she smiled demurely and Larry gasped as she opened her mouth so he could see his sperm, then she closed and swallowed.

"That was yummy, Larry. I do hope I can give you a long slow BJ sometime. Now, I better get you some breakfast." Phyllis laughingly said as she began to fix breakfast. 

Late Afternoon

The two friends returned with a good catch of fish. Dan being a good host encouraged Larry to go inside and clean up while he cleaned the fish. Larry didn't mind catching fish, but like most he didn't particularly enjoy cleaning them. So he accepted the gracious offer and went inside. There he found Phyllis waiting with a wanton look across her sweet face.

"I've been waiting for you, Larry. This is my most fertile time I want you to fill me again with your sperm." she said with urgency as she looked out the window at her husband cleaning fish.

"Phyllis, I, I don't think that's a good idea. He's just outside and will be in here in just a little while." Larry rebuked.

But, Phyllis knew his pleas were weak, judging by the bulge in his jeans.

"Quick, take it out. I'll pull my skirt up so you can mount me doggy style. I'll lean over this island counter so I can watch Dan's progress. Please, put some more sperm in my womb." Phyllis hurriedly pleaded as she pulled her skirt up, turned and leaned against the counter so Larry could be seduced by her beautiful soft ass.

"OH, fuck! I can't believe I am going to do this," Larry whispered under his breath as he quickly unzipped his shorts, eased them off his hips, and freed his cock. 

Phyllis's ass was to die for. It was petite and soft. A quick look out the window reassured Larry that Dan wouldn't be walking in on them. 

"Come on, Larry, stick it in me," Phyllis impatiently demanded as she shook her ass invitingly.

This was beyond fucking hot, he was lining his cock up for the initial penetration while he watched his best friend cleaning fish out the kitchen widow. With a plowing thrust Larry filled Phyllis cunt with his cock. His thrust was quick and deep forcing Phyllis's body on top of the counter top so just her toes barely touched the floor.

"OH, your so fucking big, Larry," She gasped loudly. 

"Shhh . . .you can't do that, Dan will hear you," Larry admonished as his cock lay buried in her cunt. 

"Okay, I'll be more careful. Now, just fuck me hard and fast, soak my womb with your sperm again," Phyllis pleaded as she wiggled her ass against Larry.

Slap, slap, slap. . . Larry began his hard fast humping. He wanted to make it last, taking Phyllis doggy style over her kitchen counter was the most daring thing he'd ever done sexually. Fucking his best friend's wife in full view of him oblivious to the carnal coupling.

Slap, slap, slap . . . Larry's humping of Phyllis ass continued. "Oh, yes, yes, oh keep fucking me hard I love the feel of your cock. It touches me so deep inside, deeper than Dan ever could," Phyllis panted in near tellurium. She was laying flat on the counter as her hands gripped the edge in front of her, now lost in the moment she no longer cared about keeping an eye on her husband that was now up to Larry.

"Oh, fuck, Phyllis this is fucking crazy, fucking crazy," Larry cried out as he continued his hard relentless thrusting wanting to quickly cum. A quick glance out the window and Dan was still cleaning fish. After a short pause to catch his breath Larry resumed his thrusting determined to end this crazy breeding session.

Phyllis lay whimpering and moaning in pleasure enjoying the physical sensations of Larry's big cock and the excitement and danger in how her breeding was taking place.

Then Larry's orgasm began to build his balls were full of the baby making sperm Phyllis wanted so desperately. It was hard to stay focused on his breeding task and Dan's location. But, some how he did as he rammed his cock into her womb and deposited another load of sperm.

"Fuck, Phyllis, I can't believe we just fucked in your kitchen with Dan just outside," Larry said breathlessly as he withdrew his soft sticky cock from her pussy so he could pull his shorts back up.

Phyllis pushed herself off the counter and ran into the family room where she sat upside down on Dan's chair to let gravity pull as much sperm as possible into her womb. When the back door opened she quickly jumped up smoothed her skirt and walked into the kitchen smiling and exclaiming her eagerness to fry us all a great fish dinner.

Larry just stood back and watched amazed at how quickly she could go from a bitch in heat to sweat loving housewife. Glancing down Larry's eyes were drawn to her lower leg below her long denim skirt It was on her cave he saw a rivulet of sperm. Phyllis felt it and grabbing a dish towel she quickly and quietly wiped it away.

That Night

Dinner was great and the beer Dan loved so finally drove him off to bed. It was eleven o'clock. Larry said his good nights and went off to take a shower to wash away the days fishing trip. Phyllis likewise showered in preparation of her last breeding session.

Larry climbed into bed nude as was his custom and laid there in the dark hoping that Phyllis would come to him again for another breeding session. Phyllis was the type of girl that one fucking addicted you to her pussy.

An hour passed and Larry grew sleepy, if she was going to come to him again she would have to wake him as she did the night before. With heavy eyes Larry dropped into a restful sleep for the next three hours. Then he began to slowly wake as he became aware of Phyllis gently rubbing his arm.

"Larry . . . Larry . . . wake up I need you one more time," Phyllis whispered insistently.

Larry slowly awoke and as he did he reached up a fondled her tits. Phyllis smiled as she enjoyed his strong hand feeling her up. Tonight would be her last chance for another dose of his sperm, he'd be leaving in the morning.

Not wanting to loose his caressing hand she needed to slip out of her gown. So she took a step back and in the darkness Larry watched her darken form pull her gown up and over her head. When he heard it hit the floor Larry raised up and clicked the night stand lamp on.

The room was filled with a soft revealing light. Even though she had aggressively pursued him fucked him twice and sucked him off her nakedness was still something she had only let her husband's eyes see. Embarrassed she crossed her arms across her tits and in an attempt to hide the rest of her body she leaned forward so her pussy could not be seen.

Larry jumped up sensing her sudden attack of modesty. Phyllis wasn't a slut, she was a virgin on her wedding night and always maintained a strict chaste behavior and dress. As he stood naked in front of her he took her by the arms and raised her up.

"It's okay, Phyllis, if I am to be the father of your's and Dan's baby I should have the right to see your naked loveliness," Larry reassured as he coaxed her arms down so he could at last see her tits.

Phyllis relaxed realizing he was right and it was silly for her to be embarrassed to be seen naked by him. "I am sorry to be so silly," Phyllis whispered as she wrapped her arms around him.

Larry's hope for one more breeding session was beginning, and he was going to make the most of it. Still holding one another Larry turned them about so Phyllis's back was to the bed. Then when she could move back no further she fell onto the bed with Larry's body a top her's. They both laughed softly as Larry lifted his head so he could look into her sweet innocent eyes. Their gaze lasted several seconds ending when Larry saw her moist lips parting. When their lips touched Phyllis quickly lost her momentary shyness as she began a lovers kiss of frolicking tongues with him.

Breaking their kiss Larry took his kisses to the soft skin of her neck were he kissed and licked her till he sucked a mouth full of her neck intending on marking her. Phyllis with a sudden presence of mind pushed him off. "No, you can't give me a hickey Dan will see it, Larry. If you must mark me mark the side of my tit I can conceal that from him." Phyllis offered wishing she could let him mark her neck with a big hickey.

Larry smiled and said, "Of course you are right I will give you a very large hickey on your tit, then." 

Phyllis felt Larry licking and kissing her left tit till he reach the soft tender under side, then she felt him sucking the soft flesh of her tit hard into his mouth. She gasped her hands gripping the sides of his head as she felt his temporary branding. When it was over Phyllis wore a large dark red hickey on her tit, Larry's mark of passion.

With a prideful inspection of his work Larry smiled and began kissing and licking his way down her body. Stopping at her belly button so his tongue could prob and tickle it. When he arrived at her pubic mound he brushed his check and face over the course curly hairs. 

Larry loved licking pussy. It was an integral part to how he took pleasure in bedding a woman. Her scent and sweet juices were intoxicating as were the moans of pleasure that would come from the woman he was with.

Placing his hands behind her knees he lifted and opened Phyllis legs exposing her sex to him. Phyllis eyes grew wide open as she watched him lower his mouth down to her pussy she hoped it would be fresh enough for him since it had been three hours since she showered.

"Oh, Larry . . . Oh, Larry," she whispered in eager anticipation. Then she felt his tongue licking er pussy lips. This made her whole body tingle. "Oh, yes . . . that's it, Larry, lick my pussy."

Larry's tongue darted and swirled through her labia till he capture her clit with his tongue this caused an immediate orgasm to course through Phyllis entire being. To prevent Dan from hearing her screams of pleasure she had to cover her face with a pillow.

"Mmmm . . . that was so nice, Larry. I can tell Dan was right about your liking to lick pussy," Phyllis said with a contented smile and sigh. 

"Dan shared that with you?" Larry asked as he resumed a slow savoring of her sweet juices.




Why You Were Invited



"Yeah, Dan likes to share stuff like that with me. That's why I chose you to be my sperm donor," Phyllis answered as her eyes rolled back into her as another orgasm began it's wave of toe curling pleasure.

Larry sucked her pussy lips into his mouth and held them prisoner as she thrashed and screamed her delight into the pillow again. Then he moved up on her. Phyllis's ass was on the edge of the bed. Perfect position for mounting. She through the pillow aside as she felt her knees being pushed along side her head. Larry was about mount her and if she weren't already pregnant she felt his oral skills had her womb gapping open for his sperm.

She felt Larry's right hand leave her leg and a moment later she felt his cock being positioned between her pussy lips. With his weight pinning her to the bed his cock posed to perform its duty he looked down into her eyes and stared longingly wishing that he could find such a sweet girl to marry.

"Fuck me, Larry, please fuck me now," Phyllis whispered as she lay panting beneath him.

With a smile Larry slid his cock into her till the tip touched her womb. "Oh, yes . . . fill me with your beautiful cock, Larry, fuck me and fill my womb with baby making sperm," Phyllis gasped as she felt him deep within. With gentle and firm thrusts Larry fucked her. Then pausing, he repositioned her so she now lay in the center of the bed her feet on his shoulder and his arms wrapped around her legs so when he resumed is deep breeding thrusts he could touch her womb with each thrust.

"Oh, Phyllis, I've fucked a few woman in my life but none as fine as you," Larry said breathlessly as he continued his none stop thrusts. Phyllis smiled at his comment. She knew Larry had been with other women as she knew her husband had been. She always felt plain, beautiful was not a word that she thought described her nor did she think she was sexy. Now, in addition to her loving husband she had his best friend making her feel special, desired and wanted.

Larry's thrusts slowed as he unwrapped his arms from around her legs. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her feet from his shoulders to his face. In startled amazement Phyllis felt his tongue on the soft wrinkled soles of her feet. It tickled just a little, but it felt so good. What an intoxicating new sensation he was giving her by licking and sucking on her feet. Then she saw him peeking over her toes as his tongue slid between each his teeth lightly nibbling on each toes' soft round underside. 

As Larry lowered legs so she could lay them flat on the bed Phyllis moaned, "I wish we had more time I would love for you to lick by feet some more." 

Larry smiled as he pushed her legs together so he could straddle them and complete this breeding session. This position enabled Larry to have his hardest most intense orgasm and since this may be the last time he would ever lay between her legs he wanted it to be electrifying.

"Phyllis, I'd like to lick your toes and pussy every time with see each other. I hope this isn't just a one time thing," Larry said as he squeezed his legs around hers.

"Yes, I'd like that, too. Now, fill me up with your sperm," Phyllis exclaimed as she pulled his lips to hers and as he fucked her harder and harder they held their kiss his tongue in her mouth and then hers in his.

Then with one last hard thrust Larry broke the kiss and exclaimed in a strained whisper, "Oh, fuck . . . fuck I filling you Phyllis I am giving you a womb full of sperm." As he climaxed his body shook violently as he pushed and rolled his hips in attempt to extract every tingle he could.

It was over. Phyllis womb was once again full of potent swimming sperm searching for her egg and she wasn't disappointed. One did find an egg and nine months later she gave birth to a lovely girl. 

Dan was a happy proud father and Larry enjoyed watching as he doted over the infant. Dan would be a good father to his little girl and her sibling that was yet to be conceived from a future breeding session.