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Tasha

By: Wodita



Phil had found the pager number in some rarely viewed web page, and tonight, after pacing back and forth across his elaborate fitness room filled with cardio equipment, punching bags and free weights equal to the best gyms on the East Coast, Phil dialed the number. Phil sat back and contemplated his actions.

"What am I doing," Phil thought to himself. "I'm 32 years old, the youngest VP in my company's 87 year history, making excess of $250,000 a year with another $3,000,000 in stock options after my 5 year company anniversary and I've had to resort to a call-girl for an intimate evening."

Phil had not felt the intimate touch of a woman in over 6 months. Although wildly successful as a marketing director, Phil could not transfer his work confidence into relationships. His body was chiseled from years of letting out his work and personal frustrations in the gym; however, he always lacked the self-esteem to act on the glances he received from nearly every woman he passed.

Phil had long outgrown big city nightlife, and his position prevented him from moving around with what used to be his pack of friends. Phil had been forced to run around with a bunch of 50 year-olds pretending to still be 25 while their kids were out smoking dope and having sex in college. His life was financially prosperous yet socially broke.

Phil's phone rang and, after 7 rings, Phil finally picked up the phone.

"Hello," Phil answered.

"Good evening," the voice on the other end of the line responded. "How are you tonight?"

The voice was soft, yet raspy. The voice of someone you might hear at 3:00 a.m. on alternative radio. Phil's hair stood on end. Here was a man who commanded respect from 1000 person audiences when he spoke, but, now, his stomach was knotted like some 12 year-old schoolboy.

"Somewhat nervous, I must admit. I've never done anything like this before."

"Well, why don't you tell me your name."

"Sorry, my name is Phil. Yours?"

"Tasha. You have a very nice voice, Phil."

Phil's cheeks reddened.

"Well Tasha, would you be able to come to my place tonight?"

"Yes."

"Can you assure discretion?"

"Yes."

"Please do describe yourself."

"You won't be disappointed."

Phil softly chuckled. "Is that so?"

"Trust me."

"It is easier for you to say than for me to do. I am so nervous!"

"We'll have to see what we can do about that. Why don't you give me directions to your place."

Phil proceeded to give Tasha very exact directions to his 8500 square foot home in one of the most highly regarded areas of town.

Phil prepared his home as best he could. He lit nearly every candle, champagne was put on ice, David Sanborn, Mazzy Star and Sade randomly moved around the carousel in his home theatre, a fire warmed both his living room and bedroom and Phil slipped into jeans and a t-shirt. For all of his sophistication, Phil could never eliminate all of his Midwestern upbringing. Phil sat at his desk in his home office and waited for the sexy voiced Tasha. He could only hope she was as beautiful as she sounded.

Finally, nearly 2 hours after their phone conversation, Tasha pulled into his driveway. Phil was immediately impressed with her Lexus coupe. Obviously, this was a woman well-schooled in her art. Phil could barely contain his excitement as he waited for Tasha to step out of her car. Finally, she stepped from the car. Unfortunately, landscape lights prevented him from seeing her face, but clearly she was a dark-haired woman standing roughly 5'9'.

Tasha walked to the door and lightly knocked. Finally, Phil would have his answer.

"Hello Phil."

"Were the directions alright?"

"Perfect."

"Please come in."

Tasha was stunning. Her ample brunette hair was pulled up. She wore very little make-up, but, then again, she didn't need it. Her eyes were green and beautiful. Her lips were lightly coated with a soft red lipstick that perfectly framed her radiant smile. She had worn a leather choker around her neck that complimented her western style outfit complete with wrap-around skirt and denim shirt. Her skirt was split to the middle of her thighs and her shirt was unbuttoned to her navel and tied in a not. Her 34" chest was supported by some sort of lacy push-up bra that could be seen between the tightly stretched material. Her navel contained a pearl ring against the backdrop of a flat stomach. Her waist held a gold chain. Her black boots completed the look that stirred every ounce of energy in Phil's body. She appeared to be roughly 28 or 29.

"Well, you were right," Phil quickly asserted.

"About what."

"I can think of no words to describe your beauty."

"I think I am going to like you," Tasha said as her smiled glowed in the soft light of Phil's foyer.

"Quite a neighborhood and house. May I see the rest?" Tasha requested.

"Of course. Would you like something to drink, first?"

"Please."

"Will champagne fit the bill?" Phil requested.

"I can think of nothing better to accompany my tour."

With that, Phil and Tasha quietly walked to the kitchen. Tasha easily could see Phil's nervousness and reached out to grab his hand as they walked. Her fingers gently squeezed Phil's strong hands, and most of his tension eased from his body.

Tasha and Phil strolled from room-to-room holding hands getting to know each other along the way.

"Your house is beautiful."

"Thank you so much. I have to do quite a bit of entertaining for customers and work staff, so I've spent a lot of time and money getting things the way I want it. It's hard, though, trying to pull off Mr. Professional when I much prefer Jimmy Buffet and a Jack and Coke to Mozart and red wine."

Tasha was truly intrigued by Phil. He was an odd man. Powerful and rich, yet his simple smile was warm and open. He looked her in the eyes as he spoke and appeared to be truly taken by what she had to say. Although extremely bright and articulate, she had not attended college, but her insatiable need for knowledge had given her quite a foundation to talk about just about anything. Tasha rarely had anyone loving in her life. Sure she had accumulated quite a bit of money from her current occupation, but a life of broken homes and abusive boyfriends had left her cold inside. Phil's warmth and honesty stirred feelings in Tasha she had not known for quite some time.

"So, Phil, is there no wife or girlfriend?" Tasha had to ask.

"No. That special person has just never come along. I put work ahead of my personal life for a long time, and that may have been a mistake. I'm proud of what I've achieved, but eating alone every weekend gets a little old after a while. Besides, I'm somewhat uneasy around women.. I get tongue tied and nervous. Women like confidence and bad boys. I lack the confidence and I am just not a bad boy."

"You seem to be doing fine now," Tasha replied.

"You're easy to talk to...Is there no one in your life?"

"Not really. I haven't had much luck with men. You all seem to be very possessive. I don't get it," Tasha replied.

"Not all men are possessive. Some men like an independent woman with a little sass and wit."

"Is that you?" Tasha asked.

"Guilty as charged. I have a terrific relationship with my mother, so I have great respect for women."

"Well, that certainly is refreshing," Tasha replied as she look at Phil's collection of Hermes' ties.

The tour continued and finally ended in the game room. Phil fell back into his leather sofa and watched as Tasha moved across the room and put Miles Davis into the cd player. She turned the lights to a soft hue allowing candles to be the most dominant source of light in the room. The music began to play and Tasha took control.

Tasha let down her hair as she began to slowly dance to the music. Phil's eyes widened with excitement as Tasha placed her foot between his legs, bent at the waist and gently dragged her hair across Phil's lap. Phil's erection was straining against his jeans as Tasha looked him in the eyes and lightly moved her tongue across his lower lip. God she was so sensual.

Tasha stepped back and untied her shirt. Her breasts were full and natural. Her hardened nipples had pushed themselves above the cup of her bra and stood at full attention. Her obvious arousal hardened Phil's erection. Tasha grabbed Phil's hands and directed them to her bra clasp. She wanted to allow him the pleasure of releasing her ample breasts. Phil released the clasp, leaned forward and lightly kissed Tasha's left nipple. She moaned with pleasure and breathed her hot breath into Phil's ear.

"I want you so bad," Tasha whispered into his ear. "I can feel your excitement against my leg. It is making me so wet."

Once again, Tasha stepped back. This time, she undid the pin holding her skirt together. It fell to the floor at her feet and she quickly stepped out of its pile. Her stockings accentuated her long legs and muscular calves. The smell of sex was in the air as her wetness could be seen through the black thong she wore. She slid her finger inside her panties, touched herself and licked her wetness. Phil's smile grew as Tasha looked him in the eyes.

Tasha once again walked to Phil and placed her foot in his lap. Phil reached up and began to removed her stockings. He leaned forward and ran his tongue across Tasha's wetness and softly kissed the inside of her thigh. Tasha moaned with approval. Phil followed the descent of Tasha's stockings with his tongue. His erection was throbbing in his pants.

With both stockings removed, Tasha walked over to the cherry pool table, leaned forward with her back to Phil, placed her hands on her thong and pulled it down her legs. Tasha's ass was tight, her waist small. A small tattoo of a lightning bolt could be seen at the base of her back. Phil smiled with approval.

Tasha fell to the floor and sat on her knees. The music played, the candles glowed and Tasha began to crawl to Phil's lap. Once there, she reached and unbuttoned his jeans. His erection popped though his boxers and Tasha lightly blew on the end of his manhood. Phil could cum at any minute. Tasha wasn't going to let him. The night was still so young.

Tasha moved her hands inside his shirt and climbed up his 6-pack abs until she found his erect nipples. She lightly pulled on them which only further hardened Phil's somewhat unusual erogenous zone. Tasha drug the back of her nails across Phil's chest and tickled the underside of his pecs. Phil leaned forward and allowed Tasha to remove his shirt. They were only inches apart, staring into each other's eyes. Neither had known this kind of passion in ages. Tasha leaned forward and moved her lips to the left and then to the right, lightly grazing Phil. Her tongue found its way to Phil's upper lip and pulled it to her. She sucked on Phil's lip while he massaged her lower back. Finally, their lips met. Their tongues found each other and wrestled for control. Phil sucked on Tasha's tongue; Tasha smiled. Her breasts were pushed against Phil's chest. He could feel the hardness of her nipples against him. Tasha moved her head to the side granting Phil access to her neck and ears. Phil's tongue lightly traced the outline of Tasha's ear. He pulled her close and began to softly suck on her lobe. Tasha could only purr with approval.

"God your sexy," Phil breathed.

Tasha leaned back and began to kiss Phil's neck. She moved her way down his torso stopping to pay careful attention to his hardened nipples and navel. Phil leaned back and enjoyed the sensation. Phil lifted his hips and allowed Tasha to remove his pants and boxers. Tasha bent down and sucked on Phil's toes. Phil could not believe the sensations. He had never been this hard in his life. Tasha kissed her way all the way to Phil's tightly constricted balls. She sucked first on the left, then the right. Phil's erection was throbbing. His hood was purple with blood; he was going to explode. Tasha licked the underside of Phil's cock and finally dropped her mouth over his erection. She could tell he was close to cumming, so her actions were soft and gentle, almost loving. Tasha moved her left hand to Phil's nipple and dropped her right to his ass. Tasha began to bob her head, pull on Phil's nipple and slip her finger inside his ass. Phil could take no more. Tasha could feel the brink of his orgrasm. Phil exploded into Tasha's mouth. It was the most intense orgasm of his life. Tasha never pulled away. She took all of Phil.

Tasha stood up and fell onto Phil's chest. She lightly kissed his lips. Phil could taste himself, but this night's enjoyment was too extreme to care. Phil held Tasha in his arms and lightly stroked her hair.

"You are so beautiful! That was the most erotic experience of my life," exclaimed Phil.

"Well, were not done yet."

With that, Tasha stood up, turned her back to Phil, bent over and began to shake her ass in his face. Phil sat up in his seat and began to kiss Tasha's wonderful ass. His tongue found its way to her anal rosebud and gently probed its way inside. The sensation was incredible. Tasha squealed with delight. She didn't think Phil had it him. Clearly, he was more adventuresome than he appeared. Phil continued to rim Tasha until he found himself with another erection. Tasha, looked down, saw Phil's manhood and smiled. She leaned back against his chest giving Phil an opportunity to play with her chest. Tasha's nipples were also very sensitive. Phil moved his fingers around each nipple and then, with wide swipes, moved the back of his hands across her chest. Tasha reached down and began to pull at Phil's erection.

Phil's hands continued to trace the outline of her chest until Tasha reached up, pulled his left hand to her crotch and guided it to her clit. Tasha was extremely aroused; her clit had found its way out of its hiding place. Phil began to make clockwise stokes around it. Tasha's breasts expanded with her oncoming orgasm. As her orgasm approached, Tasha reached for Phil's right hand and intertwined her fingers with his. Her orgasm hit hard. Tasha screamed with joy. Phil held her hand thoughout the entire orgasm. He had never felt so close to someone in his life. Tasha turned her face to his and lightly kissed his lips.

Phil still had an erection. Tasha could feel it against her leg. She once again stood up, turned around and straddled Phil. She looked into his eyes, leaned forward, kissed him deeply, moved to his ear and whispered:

"I want to feel you inside me."

Phil smiled, grabbed her left hand and held with his. Tasha guided him into her with her free hand. They stared at each other as she descended down his shaft at what seemed a snails pace. She felt so full. Phil could feel her warmth. It was a feeling he had not felt in ages and he had never before felt this close to a partner. Tasha raised herself again and once again descended down his shaft. She gripped his erection with her muscles and could feel the heat of his tool. She looked into his eyes and kissed him once again. They continued until Phil once again climaxed. Tasha kept him inside her until his erection was completely gone. She placed her head on his shoulder.

"Will you stay the night?" Phil requested.

"I want to feel your warmth against me," Tasha responded.

Phil and Tasha stood, walked hand-in-hand to Phil's rustic bed and slept in each other's arms.

In the morning, Phil woke to an empty bed. On his bedside table, the envelope he left for Tasha was still in its place with no money gone. On it, an imprint of her lips and a small note.

"The greatest evening of my life, Tasha"

Phil just smiled and held the envelope against his chest.

Tasha & Ashley



At eighteen Tasha had everything. Academically she was top of the class. She was captain of the basketball and hockey teams and had won 'personality of the year' each year since we had started secondary school. She was also an accomplished musician playing violin and piano for a young musicians club in the Central City. To top it all off, she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen and had the personality to match. Her honey blonde hair, dark complexion and green eyes were an uncommon mix and the way she carried herself, her flashy smile and twinkle in her eye always attracted a second glance.

When we had started secondary school 4 years earlier, Tasha arrived young and fresh from a small farming town on the West Coast. Being an all girls' school the new student's beauty was met with animosity. I didn't exactly know why but she was seen as a threat. The attention she attracted from neighbouring Boys High was obviously the reason but at the time I didn't have a boyfriend. I didn't have many friends at all really and didn't hang out with the 'in' crowd. Within a month Tasha ruled the 'in' crowd so we didn't have much to do with each other at all. We would greet each other with a friendly smile in class or on the sports field but I had never had a conversation with her.

Our final year before Varsity things changed. A lot of students had already left for University or to join the work force and this had cut our numbers down in the senior school. Teachers were moved around to accommodate the bulging junior roll and Ms Jones, our music teacher suddenly found herself tutoring the whole senior school by herself. Splitting the classes and having a 'relief' teacher help to supervise was only meant to be a temporary measure until another teacher could be rostered to help. As a result some of us students, including myself, got well behind in our rehearsals. 

"Well I'm very sorry girls," Ms Jones said in her pitched, shrill voice, "But if we really want to be contenders for the Inter-school competitions we're going to have to spend more time rehearsing." We all groaned at this then looked around at each other laughing. " And with exams coming up in a month or so." Ms Jones continued," I don't think our extra rehearsals will be during school hours." We groaned even louder. 

" I know it's a pain and I'm sure you've all got very important things to do in your afternoons but lets face it girls, we need the practice!" We laughed even more at that. Ms Jones pointed to a list she'd written on the board. "I've divided you all into groups and we'll rehearse alternate afternoons."

I liked Ms Jones. She was a good teacher and was always fair. I just found her tediously boring and dreaded spending extra hours with her. And as if she had read my mind she then said, "I've also asked Tasha Daniels to lend a hand. She will be taking group three, cello and violin."

And so the next day I found myself sitting in class at three thirty staring out the window. The afternoon heat had lulled me into a daze and I felt unenthusiastic about the whole idea. Across the empty playground I saw Tasha walking toward our classroom. She had on a white-buttoned shirt and the standard pleat skirt that was part of our school uniform. Her olive tanned legs moved quickly and surely as she walked with a definite confidence. I couldn't believe how attractive she was. In my half dazed frame of mind she appeared like an angel, filtering through my dreams and stepping into my real world. She entered the class throwing her books to one side and immediately sat in the chair in front of me. 

"I know this is a drag girls," she said without saying hello and surprisingly unenthusiastic. "But we all know we'll be better off for it. I just think the best thing to do is to see how far into the 'piece' you are and we'll take it from there." So we played for her and when she thought we needed help she'd stop us to demonstrate how things should sound. She was competent with cello and violin and even though she sat in her chair seemingly disinterested and bored, once she got an instrument in her hands she transformed, playing it with a passion and commitment that was so obviously a gift that none of us possessed. 

As I played I watched Tasha's face. She'd grimace and smile then grimace again at our slightly 'off' notes, sometimes laughing at us but not in a malicious way. Her hair hung below her shoulders and around her firm breasts and as she listened she paced calmly back and forward. I found myself looking at her legs again, long and muscled with thin calves. Her skirt was hemmed up shorter than most revealing slender toned thighs to die for. I slowly looked up her body to her face and found her staring right back at me. With a flush of redness that must have been all over my face I quickly looked down, then sideways, anywhere except directly at her. "Stop!" she suddenly, shouted as we were destroying what was supposed to be the climax of the piece. 

I jumped at the sound of her voice feeling even more like I had been caught out. "Just because we are building in intensity it doesn't mean we play necessarily louder or harder," she quipped putting down her violin. "If you forget that you're playing and actually listen to the notes you'll see what I mean." She moved across the room, grabbed the cello and sat in her seat. Putting bow to instrument she played a long haunting intro to a piece I'd hadn't heard before. Her hair hung low as she leaned into cello with her head down. Legs taught and up on tiptoes she magically wove her composition from a lulling dreamlike state to an intense crescendo of sound that filled the room, teasing our senses. And that wasn't all that was being teased. As she played her knees parted slightly and from where I sat I could see her right up her thighs to her white-laced panties. Just flashes as she moved around on her chair but enough to quicken my heart and flush my skin.

Later that afternoon when I had finally arrived home I walked straight up to my room. My head was in a haze, I felt frustrated, hot and very, very horny. I stood in front of the mirror, unbuttoned my shirt and unhitched my bra. I pulled the bra off through my shirt sleeve and looked at myself. My long brown hair and eyes seemed boring compared to bombshell that Tasha was. I'm slightly shorter than she is but I have bigger breasts and more hip. People have told me I am beautiful but I have never really believed it myself. Lifting a hand I pulled my shirt aside. My heaving breasts seemed larger, my hardening nipples begging to be touched. 

I traced a finger up my body sending electric currents racing through my veins to my inner thighs and my moist aching cunt. I parted my legs lifting my skirt high enough to see my panties. Their whiteness reminded me of Tasha playing her cello in the music class. "Mmmmmm...!" A moan escaped my open mouth as my hand gently rubbed the outside of my now soaked panties. I fantasized about Tasha's open legs, her panties pure white. She looks at me with a teasing grin and says in a deep, sensuous voice, "Come and get it honey.", making me rub my cunt even harder. Looking in the mirror again I see my flushed face, mouth open and panting, my breasts hanging down as I leaned forward to stop myself from falling over. 

My hand was under my skirt rubbing furiously. I tried to lift my skirt without stopping what I was doing. I had to see myself. I have to see my hand rubbing my clit, parting my lips. I love to watch myself as I masturbate. I'd love to watch someone else masturbate. I'd love to watch people make love, but have never had a real opportunity. To satisfy my voyeuristic tendencies I'd fantasize about watching or I'd position the mirror and watch myself.

My skirt came away with a short, firm tug. I grabbed my panties and gently pulled them up between my swollen lips. The feeling of the cotton on my clitoris made me gasp and I started grinding my hips and pulling tighter on my panties. I could see part of my labia as I humped back and forward and it all became too much to bear. I pulled my panties off then, lifted a leg up onto to the dresser. 

Opening up my glistening cunt I plunged two fingers deep into my passion letting out a gasp loud enough for the neighbours to hear. Sliding my fingers in and out and desperately 'bashing' my clit with my thumb I looked at myself again and huskily whispered, "This is for you Tasha!" "Ooooh....oohh....arghhhhh!....Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrghhhhhhh!" Throwing my head back I came gasping and shuddering with uncontrolled ecstasy. I fell back onto my bed with my fingers still up my cunt. I had never felt them so wet before. Slowly pulling them out of myself I examined them, sniffing and then tasting the sweat smell of cunt juice. 'I bet you're sweet tasting too,' I whispered thinking of Tasha. My beautiful Tasha.

The extra music classes became the sole reason for my existence. Just the thought of Tasha left me warm and excited. After class I'd race home, lock myself in my room and masturbate. And the more I'd masturbate, the more obsessive I became. Not your stalking, dangerous kind of obsession, but the frustrated, self absorbed, sex crazed kind of obsession. I laughed to myself at that thought but it was partly true. I had become obsessed with my own cunt, watching myself massage, pinch and probed myself into ecstatic orgasms while I dreamed of Tasha making love to me.

The Friday afternoon of the second week of rehearsals was another hot and sticky day. Dark clouds hung low in the sky as we waited for the rain to relieve us of the heatwave that seemed to have all in its grip. I stood outside the class waiting for the other students and our luscious tutor to arrive. I could feel the sweat on my face and chest but had given up wiping it away as it would build and drip again from my open pores. The classroom was locked and there weren't any other students waiting outside which I thought was a bit strange. I knew I was going to be soaked any minute but nothing was going to make me miss the most exciting thing that was happening in my life.

Just as Tasha appeared across the playground the first drop of rain fell and hit me on the forehead. She smiled across at me and then looked up at the soon to arrive down pour. The heat from the asphalt of the playground was stifling. The drop of rain that had hit me square on the head was warm and had already started to dry out. Everything seemed to have stopped. The hot wind, the sound of football practice that was drifting up from the playing fields. As if we all held our breath waiting for the clouds to burst and relieve the surmounted pressure. 

Tasha started to run in what seemed to be slow motion. She smiled at me as she ran, knowing she was too late. With a roll of thunder the rain came down in huge, warm drops. It was like the day hissed, then sighed with relief as the rain bought it to a well-timed climax. My heart was pounding in my chest by the time Tasha had reached me. "Ashley you silly thing,' she laughed while searching for the keys to the room. 

"There's no class this afternoon. I told you yesterday that I had to cancel because of my performance tomorrow night. I have to practice." She put the key in the door but couldn't unlock it at first. The rain was pelting down now and we giggled, leaning against the door trying to force it open. Her face was glowing, mouth open as she laughed. The door suddenly opened and we fell onto the floor still laughing like, well like schoolgirls. I looked into her face. Her hair wet and clinging to her shoulders her teeth white and beautiful. The feelings I felt for her were overwhelming and scary. 

I hadn't felt this way toward anyone or anything before in my life. She was looking down toward my feet and I suddenly realised my skirt had flicked up revealing my panty covered 'tush'. Luckily my legs and skirt were soaked so my wet panties wouldn't have looked out of place. I brushed my skirt back into place as we stood up, my hand gently skimming over my aching pussy. "Oooh'" I exclaimed as streaks of electricity streamed through my body straight between my legs. "Are you alright?" Tasha asked.

" Oh...yeah...I'm fine," I stammered and blushed.

"I've got a towel and some clothes in my bag. They're my gym clothes so I won't blame you if you don't want to wear them. They might be a bit smelly, but they'll be warm'. She threw me a towel and a sweat top for me to put on. As I pulled it over my head I could smell Tasha's scent and a soft hint of Gucci perfume. She dried herself off after I'd used the towel, starting with her gorgeous legs and finishing with her golden locks.

"I've got to rehearse today Ashley. I'm really sorry," she said to me. "You don't have to go though. In fact I wouldn't mind an audience just to keep me in check." She was opening her cello case. " Plus its still pouring outside so you're stuck with me for a little while anyway," she grinned. I was grinning too. I couldn't think of anything better to do.

I sat near the back of the class because I didn't want to distract Tasha. She sat on her stool and after a quick tune up she began to play.

The moaning, sad voice that spoke as she caressed the cello strings sent my mind into a daze. Her head tilted, listening, body taught, feet wide apart and firmly bracing herself against the onslaught of beauty that was her song. I sat in wonder, oblivious to all except Tasha, her astounding beauty and the long, dull ache between my legs. Without realising it my hand had crept up my skirt and was resting on my panty covered pussy. 

Tasha was concentrating on her music so I quickly gave myself a rub while she wasn't looking. I knew it was risky but I was so incredibly turned on that I couldn't think straight. Her music built in intensity, diving and climbing again in sensuous waves that reverberated deep within my body. I pulled my panties to one side and my fingers found my swollen wet lips. I could feel my nipples hardening against my restricting bra. I knew I couldn't touch them. That would be too obvious. 

At least my hand that was up my skirt was hidden by the desk I was sitting behind. I closed my eyes and let Tasha's music take me. My fingers, jammed between my closed thighs gently rubbed my pussy electrifying my body, my mind swimming in absolute ecstasy. I could feel my orgasm building, getting closer to that point of no return. My breathing, hard and hot was getting louder as my fingers found my hardened clit. I opened my eyes and through the haze of impassioned bliss I could see Tasha looking straight at me. Her mouth open, cheeks flushed. She had the cello resting against one leg as she played. The other leg was spread making her skirt ride up almost to her hips. 

I could almost see her pussy. I wanted so much to see her pussy. Tasha, my beautiful Tasha was watching me! The closer to my climax the less I cared what Tasha saw. My hips started humping. I slid my soaked hand up under my shirt and rolled my nipples. "OOOoooooh.." A groan escaped me as I closed my eyes just wanting to take it all in. The sensuous music the cello emitted, Tasha's beautiful image as she sat open legged in front of me. " AAAAaaargggghhh!" I was closer to orgasm. Suddenly I realised the music had stopped. I opened my eyes as a sharp pang of fear sent shivers up my spine. But instead of looking disgusted or totally put off by my antics Tasha was pulling her skirt up too. I gasped as I realised she had no panties on. She had taken them off when we were drying ourselves and now her fingers were buried in the blonde and pink that was her pussy. " Uuu aaaarghh..! Tasha....oooohhhh pleeeeaase" She stood suddenly and came toward me. She moved the desk I was sitting behind out of the way. 

Then she lifted her skirt and starting gently caressing her pussy all the time watching me 'do' myself. As I came closer to an orgasm she sat back onto the desk, lifting and spreading her legs right in front of me. That took me over the edge. I came, convulsing, shuddering and then I came again, this time a long gasping orgasm...! "Ooooooh..oooooh...oooooh aaaaarrrrgggghhhhh! As Tasha built to a climax she grabbed me, pulling me to her. Her luscious lips tasted sweet. Her tongue probing, sensuously flicking into my mouth. 

I could smell her cunt as she moaned and gasped into my face. I squatted, put my hand on her gorgeous ass and pulled her toward me. Her swollen cunt lips in my face, her clit pink and solid, her smell and taste were a dream come true. My tongue separated her wet, swollen lips. With her sweet cunt on my lips, her clit rubbing up against my nose, warm and wet, she ground her pussy into my face over and over. "Oh,' she hissed increasing the intensity. As I licked her syrupy pussy I slid my fingers up my own cunt again. I was totally overcome with insatiable lust. The moans coming from Tasha were making me dizzy with desire and the thought of her coming in my mouth sent me over the edge. I could feel her muscles contracting and tightening around my tongue. Then with a shuddering scream she came, bucking into my face with an uncontrolled orgasm. My orgasm was so powerful it knocked me back onto the floor where I lay gasping.

Tasha lay next to me on the floor of our music class. We held each other, silent for five minutes or more. Totally overwhelmed by our passionate lovemaking we didn't have to say anything. What we had shared was beyond words.



Tasha and I at the Gh Party 03



Well, after the last two parties I decided that I wanted to expand things a bit, so I told my outstanding girlfriend Tasha of a couple of my fantasies to see what she would make out of them. It turns out that her mind is even dirtier than I thought and I love it..

She had told me that we had a very long day ahead of us, so to get plenty of sleep.. I was as excited as a kid at Christmas, but I did my best to get a little sleep.

The next day I woke up bright and early and Tasha said that we had to go ahead and prepare the day's events. Already awake were my mom, step-dad, and Jenni, my 18 year old sister. It turns out they were all going to be involved in today's fun.

Tasha loaded us all into our van and headed out. We drove for just a bit and ended up at the local baseball diamonds. I wasn't 100% sure where she was going with this, but I trusted that she was going to make it all worth while, so we got out and followed her.

She led us to the biggest of the mensrooms in the whole complex, right in the middle of several large baseball diamonds all clustered together. She pointed to a stall about half-way down the line. When we opened it, there were the oh-so familiar hooks and straps along with a hole on each side of the stall looking into the next stall. We let my step-dad choose the two women's fate. He told my mom to get her mouth up against that hole and prepare to be throated. He then told Jenni that her little cunt was going to be open for business today. Each of the women took their place without any other conversation. We strapped them in and closed the stall door. They knew they were to stay there until we came for them.

My step-dad was curious why he was with us if there were only two holes. Tasha told him that he was the recruiter. We couldn't count on just dumb luck to get their holes filled all day. He would have to nudge some people in the right direction. He was on board. He liked the dirtiness of everything, and was glad it wasn't his holes for a change. He even took the first position and fucked my mom's throat hard and fast. I thought mom would pass out from that kind of a ramming. He was really making sure that she knew what was ahead of her. Just before he was ready to cum, he pulled out and you could hear mom gasping for air as he quickly changed booths and shot his load all over Jenni's available little cunt. He was really ready to put on a show! Her little bald cunny was now oozing with fresh cum. It was really hot. Even Tasha got pretty worked up and walked over to Mom's hole for a moment and leaned her juices cunt up against Mom's waiting tongue. After a little bit of stimulation, she pulled away, savoring the frustration.

As the three of us were walking out of the mensroom we started to see some cars pull into the lot. Perfect timing. And as we walked towards the van we noticed people putting out signs saying "All-State Baseball Tournament". Tasha had evidently known all along, but didn't bother to tell us until now. There will be thousands of people here today, and even though there is more than one restroom, the one they're in is the main one, in the center of everything. Who knows how many cocks they'll have inside them, even without my step-dad's help.

So Tasha and I leave my step-dad to begin his recruiting as we drive off for a nice breakfast. We enjoy the nice calm morning, the whole time trying to put our minds off of what's happening to my mom and sister and just enjoying eachother's company.

After about an hour and a half, we've finished our breakfast, grabbed a shower, and we're headed back to watch a little baseball.

We head back to the diamonds and we see my step-dad standing outside of the door to the mensroom. We watch for a moment as most every guy that walks by, he mentions the "Great free sex in the stall". Some guys look at him in disgust, and some guys make a b-line for the stalls. He tells them there's one available on each side and to help themselves as many times as they'd like. If they ask who's in there, he tells them it's his hot girlfriend working out her cum fixation. They have no idea that there's a 52 year old woman's throat on one side, and a 18 year old girl's hot little cunt on the other, but honestly, with an offer like that, who's gonna question it?

Since the people are flowing in nicely, I go in to check our progress. Tasha has to stay outside since, after all, it IS a mensroom. So I go in and slide into the one available stall. I can hear my mother getting her throat absolutely abused, hearing the gagging and gurgling coming from the other wall, and in front of me is my sister's now well used little cunt. It's got just a little bit of a gape to it and is slowly leaking cum. It's a nice sight. And to think, no one has a clue that the cunt they were just fucking is easily young enough to be their own daughter. Hell, maybe they're fantasizing that it IS their own daughter..

Well, I was quite pleased with the progress so early in the day, Jenni's little cunt looked fantastic. I heard a couple large gags and then a gulp or two, then the far stall door open, so I figured I'd take this chance and check on Mom's progress. When I checked in on her, already her lips had a nice slimy coating of cum around them and they were a little puffy. Turns out the baseball parents really like to fuck a face nice and hard. I almost felt bad for her that she was showing those signs this early in the day, but really, if she didn't want it she wouldn't have got on her knees like a good whore when I was strapping her in. I love my mom..

I took a moment to pop out my already hard cock and jam it down her throat. Of course she didn't know it was me, but I was ok with that, she was going to take my cock just like any stranger's. I wasn't going to take the full time to cum, I just wanted to enjoy making her choke me down for a moment.

I pulled out and let her catch her breath, then I exited the stall. As I was walking out I passed a guy washing his hands and told him about the stalls. I told him a nice tight cunt on the left, and a deep throat on the right. He opted for a nice piece of pussy. I can't say I blame 'em.

I left the bathroom and rejoined Tasha at my step-dad. We told him to continue his good work and we were going to go watch a game or two. He smiled and said "Gladly" and we were off to take in a little baseball.

After a while of watching we were getting a little bored, so we figured we'd check in again. We walked passed my step-dad and he gave us an all-clear sign, so we quickly walked passed him and Tasha joined me hurrying into the restroom and into the stall with Mom and Jenni. Jenni had obviously been crying and I was a little curious as to why, so I snuck out of our stall and into the connecting stall to see that someone had stretched her pussy nice and wide with a cock that was probably much bigger than she'd ever taken before, and she was overloaded with cum. There was a lot of jizz rolling out of her little-kid pussy and down the wall. I took two fingers of it back into the common-stall with me. Once I was in there I pulled Mom's ass up, coated her asshole with the two-fingers of cum, and told my little sister to eat it. She immediately forgot what she was crying about and dove right in. Mom started to moan a bit, so I'm sure she was liking the attention. Tasha even reached down below and started to finger Mom's clit a bit, really working her while Jenni had her tongue planted in her ass. There was a lot of moaning, and it was getting louder and louder until all of the sudden her back arched and she made a gulping sound and the moaning stopped.

It turns out we picked a good time to check in on her. She was getting a nice big cock in her throat while we were in the stall with her. I decided to mess with her a bit while she was getting forcefully throat fucked and I knew she couldn't resist. I took the opportunity to push not one, but three fingers straight into her ass in one hard thrust. They had the leftover saliva and cum to help lube them, but it was still a lot of finger for not having warmed her ass up at all. She moaned so loud that it probably would have been a squeal if she didn't have a throat full of hard cock. She definitely wasn't ready for the invasion of her asshole, but I was three fingers in and she was gonna take it. I looked over while I pushed in deep and Jenni was smiling really big at the filling of our mom's ass. He thought it was pretty funny. I told her that for laughing at Mom's discomfort, I was going to have to make her do a little extra work. With that I took my cock out, jammed it into Mom's asshole in place of my fingers, also causing a muffled moan, and then quickly jerked it out and shoved it so far into my kid sister's mouth that her nose was somewhat pushed to the side. She started to put her hands up to back off a bit, but Tasha grabbed her hands while I continued to hold my cock in place very firmly. Her eyes teared up has she was held in place to be my fuck toy for the moment. I knew her breathing was blocked off for the moment, and I was pretty ok with that.

I held myself in there as she grunted and tried to free herself until eventually she slowly went to sleep. Well, let me tell ya, there's nothing quite as hot as knowing that when she wakes back up, it will probably be due to a large cock hammering itself into her tiny little cunt.

Tasha just smiled at me. God I love that girl. She took one quick swiping lick of my Mom's stretched asshole, and we were heading back out. A quick look to make sure the coast was clear and we were off for more baseball.

We had caught the next game right from the start. It was a great game. Lots of very impressive fielding as well as hitting. This must be the teams in the finals. The game actually was so exciting that it went into extra innings. Not because they were low scoring, but because they went run for run for several passed the ninth.

So after 13 innings of probably some of the best baseball I've ever seen, it was getting pretty late and people were heading home. There were several the stopped by the restroom on their way out, and we noticed that some took a very long time to come back out. My step-dad seemed to have done his job quite well.

After everyone has left, and it's pretty much just the three of us milling around the park with our two lovely ladies inside, we decide to go release them from their bindings and congratulate them on a job well done. As we head for the stall door, we decide the my step-dad deserves one more shot at the ladies, so we tell him that if he'd like, he can have one more turn before they get unbound, or if he thinks they've had enough for the day, then we'll just unlock them.

Well, in true form he decides to go have one more shot at my sister. Keep in mind that even after a long day of getting used and abused by countless strangers she still IS an 18 year old girl, and his step-daughter to boot. Well, we watch as he pulls out his big cock, lines it up, and plows it into her bright red cunt with no mercy. He's been built up from having to wait outside all day and he was going to give it to her pussy with some force. Well, the good news for her is that he's been built up for so long that he cums fairly quickly, pushing his fuck juice into the mixture that's already filling up her tiny little cunt.

At this point we decide they've done their job for today and we unbind them from the stall walls. Mom's gloryhole is a mess with a puddle of cum on the floor from the few guys that didn't use the back of her throat as a cum receptacle. Her lips are bright red and very swollen. She was obviously taking some very rough face fuckings. It was very sexy.

We unhooked Jenni and brought her out and she was unable to stand for the moment, so we let her stay down on all fours for the time being. Letting her legs regain a bit of movement. At this time, I decided to turn the tables a bit. I wrapped a quick t-shirt blindfold around my step-dad and told him to lay on the ground. For his help for the day I was gonna let him eat Tasha's beautiful little cunt. I told him that she was so turned on that it would be dripping with hot girl-cum for his taste buds.

Once he was in position, laid out on the ground, with a big smile on his face, I changed it up a bit. I had Jenni crawl over to him and straddle his face. I reached down and grabbed the t-shit off his eyes just as she sat up, emptying all the collected cum out of her stretched open cunt and straight onto his extended tongue. Then, in one swift movement, she sank down and pushed her swollen little pussy lips onto his face. We told her that he was the last one to fuck her little aching pussy and she took the cue and ground on his face pretty hard, forcing him to swallow all that cum as well as her pussy juices that she was pushing into him. It hit him very quick that his was the last load of cum deposited in her and he wasn't real happy about that, but we told him he should have been nicer to his little step-daughter's pussy.

After all the fun of watching him squirm as she ground onto him for a couple minutes was over, we were all going to clean up our various parts and get dressed, but it was late, and it was just us in the park, so we figured fuck it, and just walked to the car in various states of cum-covered nudity.

And in case you've ever wondered: Yes, it is very hard to get that much cum off car upholstery.



Tasha and I at the Gloryhole Party



So my girlfriend and I are going to a party together at a friend of her's house. We're getting ready and she keeps asking me if I think she looks ok, and if her panties look hot and such. I'm not 100% sure what this had to do with just going to have a few beers at her friend's house, but any chance I can get to see Tasha in a nice set of hot panties, I'm game. So I check her out each and every time and tell her she looks amazing.. I put on a normal nice set of clothes, but nothing overly amazing, just trying to look presentable for her friends.

We arrive at the friend's house and it turns out that it's in my parent's neighborhood. I didn't even know that Tasha knew anyone over here, but as I've see over the years, everyone up here seems pretty nice, so I'm looking pretty forward to the evening. 

We go in and Tasha introduces me around to several people, some people I've seen around the neighborhood, but I don't really know anyone very well. Everyone is really cool, though, so the evening is turning out to be a good time, lots of fun conversations, and interesting people..

As the night progresses, the liquor is flowing quite freely. The hosts must have popped a pretty penny on booze. Everything is high-dollar and goes down so very smooth.

We'd been there for a couple hours when all of the sudden one of the hosts stands up and announces that it's time to head to the basement. I'm a little lost, but as I seem to be the only one that doesn't know what's going on, I follow Tasha and everybody else. We all head to the basement where there's what looks like a small room built in the middle of the basement with holes on either side at various heights. There's a couple of step stools sitting in front of a few of the holes. I don't know what's going on until I see the host say "Enjoy!" and watch a guest at the party walk up to one of the holes, drop his pants, and put his cock in the hole. I'm a bit confused, but I figured out real quick that this is a glory hole party! Outstanding! I waited for someone from the party to go into the little room, but it turns out that there's already a couple people inside.

Tasha is looking at me, and kinda nudging me towards the holes, so I take my cue and walk around the little room, checking out the holes. I see various body parts pressed tightly against the holes. I see two pussies, an asshole, and two mouths. I'm guessing the guy that walked up first is plowing away at the third mouth.

I take the opportunity and start with a mouth. Have to follow guy ettiquet and leave one space between, so I start with the mouth on the other far end. Tasha takes up the middle spot, dropping her pants, followed by slowly and seductively dropping her sexy red panties. The group of people cheer a bit as she bends over, and backs her pussy onto the tongue of the middle mouth. It's a great scene. I've started slowly working my cock in and out of this mouth that is working me very well. I even take a bit of liberty and every so often I push in extra deep. This mouth chokes quite a bit on my cock, but doesn't ever stop or try to back off. Must be a real trooper! Tasha is starting to moan next to me, the tongue on her pussy must be definitely getting the job done. The guy on the far end is starting to pick up speed and starts thrusting deep and hard until he stops suddenly. He must be filling the mouth with his hot cum.

As the first guy finishes, another guy is closely behind as he stuffs the mouth with his big cock. You can hear her gagging a bit, but once again, she seems to take whatever's given. I would love to know who's in here, have to remember to hook up with them later! I decide to give the other side a shot, so I slowly withdraw my cock from this fantastic mouth. It's been excellant, but there's three more holes that need filling. At this time there's a lot of people from the party standing naked, watching us. Hard cocks leaking pre-cum from the excitement, and women fingering themselves with their juices flowing down their thighs.

I walk around the back of the little room and there's already one guy plowing the fuck out of one of the pussies, but there's a pussy in the middle that's still available. It's a little low, causing me to have to squat a bit, but this one seems to match the mouth that Tasha is currently riding. I am already hard as a rock, so I take advantage of that, teasing the pussy lips with my cock for a second, and then ramming it in all in one stroke. Well, I can tell you this has to be one of the tightest pussies I've ever been in. It's amazing. I don't think I've ever felt anything like it. After my nice hard entry, I take my time, savoring the feeling of fucking it slowly. Little by little. Feeling my cock saw back and forth over those velvety cunt lips.

After a little bit, I start to feel my cum starting to build up, so I take a bit of a break. Don't want to cum too quickly and not be able to get more of this. So I walk around the other side for a bit and watch Tasha cumming very hard on the middle tongue. It was great to watch. Just looked like she was backing up against the wall, but had sweat pouring down her body as she moaned and ground her ass against the wall.

It was great, I love to watch Tasha cum, and watching her cum while a guy on either side of her was roughly fucking the other mouths was great! So freak'n hot..

Well, after a bit of a breather I walked back around to the holes and someone had taken my spot at the middle hole, so I stepped over one to the asshole that was pressed against the wall. Once again, taking advantage of my position, I lined up and pushed hard. It's nice having someone on the other side that wants it that bad, because they didn't pull away at all, they just took my cock straight up their ass without missing a beat. It was REALLY tight, but this person must have been into the pain. I was in heaven.

I am pounding into this ass nice and hard, over and over again when it seems like I'm about to cum. Well I have a bit of an idea, so just before I cum, I pull out, and with cock in hand I quickly walk around to the other side, snatch Tasha off the tongue and push my cock inside her hot little cunt. That's about all I can take and I start to unload, filling Tasha with a huge load of cum. It's fantastic! What a great end to a fun party.

Once nice and filled up, though, Tasha is ready for a bit more, so she looks back at the holes. The one she was at now has probably the biggest cock in the room planted in it and he's not even thrusting, he just pressed in all the way and is holding it. I know how that feels, so more power to 'em. Tasha takes advantage of the hole next to her that was the first mouth to have a cock in it. She bends back over and pushes her cummy pussy against the hole. You can see her smile really big as the tongue starts to clean the cum out of her dripping little fuck-hole. It's great. Knowing what's going on behind that hole can make me smile for hours. I love someone eating cum out of a pussy. Especially my cum..

After she's nice and cleaned she comes over and sits down with me and we just kinda watch the fun with everybody else. Well I feel almost kinda bad for the people in the room, the party goers are using their holes with no remorse at all, pounding the every loving fuck out of these people for probably two hours. I couldn't tell you how many loads went into each hole, and a lot of the guys followed my lead and when they were about to cum, grabbed the closest woman to them and shot a load right up their juicy little cunts, and the women knew exactly what to do as they picked a face and pushed the cum out of their full pussies onto the tongues behind the wall. It was outstandingly hot. After quite a while everyone seemed to be spent, we were all just sitting around. The one of the hosts and I were talking and evidently inside the room had lots of tie-downs and such inside it. One of the tie downs went around the back of their head, keeping their faces planted against the wall. This keeps them from pulling back at all and gives people full use of their throat whether they like it or not. One of the other straps went around their legs and waist, keeping their pussys and assholes against the holes so they couldn't pull off if they didn't want to fuck. They were basically just purely there for the group's pleasure.

Well, after a while one of the hosts went over to the room, opened up the door on the side and went in. After a little while of undoing straps and such the people were set free.

As the door opens, the party goers begin to clap for our wonderful sex slaves, cheering on their job well done.

Imagine my surprise when I first see my step-dad walk out, followed by my 18 year old sister, and then my mom.

I could barely breath, but my cock was as hard as a rock.

It turns out that the first throat I fucked was my step-dad. And I'm guessing he'd done it many times before by how well he took my cock.

After that I had moved around and fucked my 18 year old sister, Jenni, while Tasha rode her tongue. I had no idea my sister was even sexually active, much less a pro. And that explains why the pussy was so tight and amazing.

And then it set in that not only had I done the other two, but that the load I sank into Tasha's dripping cunt was cleaned out by my mom. The thought of my mom's tongue in my girlfriend's pussy just about put me over the edge again.

When all three of them saw me, they got really quiet and couldn't even look at me, but it turns out that no one else at the party, execpt Tasha, knew we were related. It all fell together that she had known who was going to be behind the holes and set me up for it. I can't say I'm unhappy about it, but it's definitely gonna take me a minute.

Nothing was said about who they and I were, but they just worked their way around the room, kissing everyone and every now and then they'd take a cock or a pussy in the mouth just to give an extra special kiss goodbye. And when they got to me, they all looked at me with cum dripping all around their lips, and dripping from their various holes. My mom kissed me on the lips, pushing some of the random cum into my mouth while my step-dad and my sister both shared my cock for a moment. Then, without saying anything else, they moved to Tasha, and then the person next down the line.

I know Tasha had to know, and I'm hoping that she knows when the next party is going to be..