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Another

By: pure_imagination



Yet another one.

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Another Adventure with Linda



Norm and Sue had written us a week or so before we made an arrangement to meet them at their home in a town almost two hundred miles west of us. Our phone calls, back and forth, had shown we had many of the same interests and it seemed like a promising arrangement. 

The 'G' rated pictures they sent us made Norm appear to be a little heavier than Linda preferred, but not so much so that she lost interest. Sue, on the other hand, had that look of pure sexiness that intrigued me, so at the end of the week when we had talked things over, we got on the road. 

We found their home with very little trouble and were met by a smiling couple who looked very much like their pictures. They both came out to our car as soon as we pulled into their driveway, and I was intrigued by Sue immediately. She was wearing a blouse made of silk or some other soft material that moved with her as she did. I was confident she had no bra under it. A slightly belted waistline flowed to the wide hips I had admired in their pictures. Her skirt was a wide flowing garment ending just above the knees, leaving her long legs encased in dark nylons in view. High heels on small feet ended that part of the picture. Her nails were long and freshly painted as they touched my shoulder.

Norm was on the other side of the car, coaxing Linda from where she was seated with the door open. We had discussed whether or not to leave the bag we had begun carrying for potential overnight visits in the car when we got out. I was still thinking about it when I saw Linda reach for it. I knew she had decided on the spur of the moment that she was satisfied with what she saw and planned on accepting their invitation to spend the night. Norm assisted her from the car and took her hand as he escorted her to the porch. He was larger in life than the pictures had revealed and what might have appeared to have been excess weight was more like heavy muscle. At least a foot taller than my five foot three wife, he was like a mountain, towing a mole hill.

I walked into the house with Sue. Norm was already mixing a drink for Linda and himself as Sue took over the hostess duties. I asked for my favorite cocktail as she handed Norm his and Linda's drink. She mixed one for me and one for herself in a very expert way and we were soon sitting in their living room relaxing together.

"I hope you all haven't eaten yet," Norm said. "We've been barbecuing all morning and there are some beautiful ribs out there waiting for us to enjoy." When we said we had not, Sue went into the kitchen and began taking food from the refrigerator and pouring hot food into bowls. Linda went in to help and within fifteen minutes we were seated, enjoying a meal that would have been suitable for a king. I explained that we really hadn't intended to join them for supper, that we had planned to take them out for their evening meal at a restaurant of their choice. Norm and Sue looked at each other and laughed, with Norm telling us that Sue was a far better cook than those at local restaurants, with which Linda and I had to agree.

As we finished, Linda joined Sue in clearing the table. I could hear the two of them in the kitchen making small talk as Norm and I sat in the living room. We discussed our backgrounds, interests, swinging in general and finally those with whom we might have a mutual acquaintance. It turned out that, because of their isolated location, Norm and Sue had done little swinging and had been looking forward as much as we had to this rare opportunity.

Sue and Linda joined us within a few minutes. Since Norm and I sat on opposing couches, Linda and Sue did also, Sue with me and Linda with Norm. If I needed any further convincing that Linda was satisfied that she could now enjoy swinging as much as I did, that did it. Norm and I brought the ladies up on our conversation up to this point, as they did for us. It turned out they had met Jerry and Millie also, at a party in Dallas. We discussed them and found they had enjoyed them as much as we had and that only the distance proved a barrier to meeting with them again. As Norm discussed Millie and made reference to some of the skills she had, I noticed his arm had gone around Linda and she had turned just enough away from him that his hand draped over her breast. She laughed at one particular point when Norm mentioned Jerry and how Sue had told Norm that as much as she had enjoyed Jerry, she thought he still looked a "...little wild-eyed."

"Not like Dan at all, was he," Sue joked as she draped her arm over my crossed legs. I put my arm over her shoulder in return and she took that hand and placed it under her arm and over her breast. 

I took advantage of that moment to verify that she wasn't wearing a bra, and found my earlier conclusion had been correct. Her nipple, although not fully erect was definitely prominent and made me much more interested as I felt her slide her forearm down toward my crotch until she had it over my cock while her hand slid down the inside of my thigh.

I looked across to Norm and Linda. Linda had taken off her shoes and was sitting with her feet under her. She had undone all but the last four buttons closest to her waist, and her legs were exposed to mid thigh as the folds fell away. Norm had taken note of this and I could see a swelling in his trousers that promised to develop into something Linda would enjoy handling. He had already found the small buttons of her blouse and spread the top to the point where the cleavage of her breasts was exposed to the depth of her half cup bra. It was there his hand rested, although I could see his fingers making incursions beneath the cloth even now. 

We kept up a line of patter that was both relaxed and general as we took our time to see if our partners were willing. In those days it was consider poor taste to just strip and go at it. Instead we chatted as we explored and even after we stopped the cross-room conversation, we usually moved slowly enough to know no one would be offended. 

Sue had turned partially away from me in much the same way Linda had. In moving around, her skirt had risen to mid-thigh also. As much as I would have enjoyed loosing those large breasts from the confines of her blouse, I instead let my other hand drop into her lap. I let it rest there for a moment as I gently pressed her breasts with my hand beneath her arm and felt her nipple rise into my palm. I took a chance then and slid my other hand from her lap beneath the hem of her skirt until I could slowly move it up and down the inside of her thigh. I felt her nipple swell as my hand neared her mound and cupped it. There were no panties to impede my exploration. She sighed softly and spread her thighs until my hand felt her readiness through the silky softness of her pubic hair.

Checking momentarily to see how Norm and Linda were doing, I saw no need to be concerned. Norm's exploration of Linda's breast had found the half cups overflowing with soft, warm, fragrant breast flesh. He pushed her right breast out of the cup until her nipple was visible to his lust filled eyes. I watched as his fingers gently squeezed her right nipple and saw it was tight with her own pleasure. When she turned her head to his and her hand went behind his head to pull him closer, their lips touched and the show was on.

I pushed myself back to the arm of the couch, supporting myself as I encouraged Sue to come with me by a little more pressure on her crotch. She came willingly. Both legs were spread now and I had full contact with her pussy. Even as I glanced back at Linda and Norm, I could feel the heat and slight spreading of those lovely lips as her cunt readied itself to receive me.

Linda and Norm were well into enjoying each other by now. Norm had Linda's blouse open fully and he was French kissing her. I watched him open the front opening bra and saw her full breasts fall into his hands. Even from here I could see her nipples were swollen and her hand had found his swollen cock. It was far larger than her hand in terms of length. I could only guess as to its circumference. Linda was engrossed in what Norm was doing to her and, judging from the wet circle on his trousers, I knew he enjoyed what she was doing to him.

Sue interrupted my voyeurism by turning my head with one hand and kissing me. It was not a friendly kiss. Her lower lip forced mine down and her tongue went deep into my mouth as it searched for its mate. Involuntarily I clutched at her cunt, still beneath my hands and found a wet stickiness there to greet my middle finger. She read my intuitive moves well and turned to make my fumbling at the buttons of her blouse easier. Her breasts were large as I had hoped. Even cupping them in my large hands, I had more than enough to flow over the edges. There was very little sag to them and her swollen nipples stood high and proud almost an inch beyond the two inch diameter aureoles. 

Linda's panties had been stripped by Norm and I could see the sparkle of dew-like moisture surrounding their lips and in her scant pubic pelt. I knew he would have very little trouble sliding his rock hard cock, now in my wife's grasp, into her. She writhed as his finger found its mark and was inserted into her luscious twat. Norm was now bent over her chest, sucking her left breast while his middle finger moved slowly in and out of her rapidly lubricating pussy. Even Sue was distracted momentarily as she watched her husband begin slowly finger fucking my wife.

Sues own nipples were rising as I rolled them between my thumb and forefinger. I had long before reached the maximum depth my middle finger could extend in her love canal and I was busy moving it in and out, concentrating on that slightly rough spot in her core that marked her G-spot. I could feel her lubrication flowing around my finger and wanted it to get even wetter before I slid my dick into her hot pussy.

Sue was enjoying it so much though that she didn't want to wait any longer. She took me away from the lovely scene on the couch by taking my hand and leading me to a large bedroom. The king-sized bed beckoned and we both fell on it, still fully clothed, regardless of our disarray. I wanted to get my cock into this lovely lady who was even now pulling at my belt. I got up long enough to shed my clothes and then I was back on her. She had been unable to do more than remove her blouse before I was searching for the entrance to her tunnel of love. She started to remove her skirt as I pulled it higher on her hips. 

"Don't bother," I whispered. "I want to fuck you just like you are." With that I pushed the tip of my fully aroused cock against her swollen lips and pushed my way into her, through slowly opening inner lips that swallowed my cock head without resistance. It went in easily and to its full length. I could tell from the depth and size of this hole that Linda was going to have her hands full, literally as well as figuratively, tonight.

Sue was ready. Her hips began moving even as my balls settled against her pudendum. Our playing had been all she needed to arouse her and she wanted her first orgasm now. I used every trick I could imagine to get as deeply into her as possible and to make her welcome the hardness within her. It must have worked because, in minutes, she was grasping the bed spread, with her eyes tightly closed and whispering for me to "Fuck, fuck, fuck." With each sharp intake of her breath, I knew she was getting what she wanted. I redoubled my efforts, holding her legs up in the crook of my elbows and hammering my cock into her with long, hard thrusts.

"Unh, unh, unh," she grunted in time to my thrusts until a few minutes later when a long, prolonged "A-h-h-h"' told me she had reached her orgasm. I could sense the glands pouring more lubricant into her vagina as I continued pumping. Together with mine, we soon had a very juicy area in which our mating could take place for hours in the future.

I was interrupted by a rhythmic bumping against the wall in the hallway. As soon as I could untangle myself from Sue, I lowered her legs to the floor and looked into the hallway outside our room. 

Norm had my wife pinned against the wall, her feet several inches off the floor. She was impaled on his cock and he was fucking her in standing position at the hallways back wall, perpendicular to the door of the bedroom Sue and I were in. I could tell by the way Linda had her arms around his neck and appeared to be devouring his throat that she was in no pain. Norm's big hands supported her ass as, with each thrust, her high heels banged against the wall. Her breasts were crushed against his bare chest and her skirt pulled above her waist to such an extent I could see several inches of cock going in and out of her with each of his motions.

Sue came up behind me and gently pulled me back from the doorway. Circling in front of me she pushed the door shut with her ass. She had taken the time to take off all but her skirt as I watched Linda's pussy being filled by Norm hard-driving cock.

"I should have warned you," she explained. "Norm is almost like an animal once he meets a new woman. I probably should have told you over the phone the last time we talked but he doesn't like for me to tell anyone for fear they won't want to get together with us. He's gentle enough, and he won't intentionally hurt her, but he is extremely large and he makes love to a woman in more ways than most of them can dream of. He's over nine inches long, with a diameter to match when he's aroused, and I can tell you he was aroused by the way he was at Linda tonight. If you want to take her home before he tries to convince her to spend the night with him, I can understand, but I'm willing to bet that if you let him have her now, she won't want to stop. Every woman he's had has told me the same thing. They finish very sore, but loving every minute they've been with him." 

I almost laughed, remembering how Linda had felt after her first black lover's ten inch dick had pummeled her when we had been in the islands.

"I'm sure she will be fine, "I said, "and I don't want to interrupt her. She looks like she's enjoying what he has for her already."

"I'm so glad," Sue replied with relief. "I used to work part time at a local motel when Norm was sick for a few weeks. I got propositioned a lot and, since I wasn't getting any at home, I occasionally took them up on it. That was before we started swinging and, one day, Norm found a load of cum in my panties. He made me tell him all about it. I thought he would be mad, but he wasn't. He laughed and told me to get as much as I wanted while he couldn't do anything for me, but that he wanted the same deal when he was out of bed. I guess the though of it became a source of interest to me, because from then on I started paying attention to what was going on around me. I was surprised at the numbers of both men and women that came to the motel and were looking for someone to screw while they were in town. I made more by part-time partying during the course of a week than I usually made in a month. Once Norm was on his feet again and we had discussed it a little, I told him about the woman who asked me if there was anyone I could recommend locally. He asked me to set him up with some of them, so I did. Some wouldn't take him when they saw how big he is, but the ones who did still call me when they are in town and want to know if he's around. I never told them we were married, and it's been kind of fun. On a few occasions he would be in one room humping away while I was in another, not too far away, doing the same thing."

"Do you still do it?"

"No, unless there's someone I knew from before involved. It's amazing how we still get calls from some of the people we met that way. I'm getting too old for that kind of thing. Most of the guys want younger girls, so there are quite a few less than before, but it's still enough to make life around this part of the country a lot more interesting than it would be without it."

"You must be one of the rare women who enjoy it as much as most men do. I've had the privilege of meeting some of them and found them to be the best in bed and the most interesting out of it."

"Well, you're certainly right about one thing. I do enjoy it and, when I find a man who can turn me on the way you did, I don't waste time being coy about telling him what I want and how. Norm is the same way. If he gets his way, Linda will be spending the night with him. If she chooses to, I can guarantee that she will be fucked more often during the night than she would have thought possible. Now you know all about him. What about us?"

"I think we'll get along fine and I hope that Norm convinces Linda to spend the night with him, because there's nothing I'd like better than to spend the night having sex with you. I'll do my best to make sure you get as much pleasure out of this as Norm is going to give Linda."

"That's great! Now let's get back to doing something we both enjoy. Norm will be with Linda for at least another hour as he screws her and tries to convince her to say with him. Then we usually get together again for a chance to exchange signals and see if we are going to continue. I don't think there's any doubt that Norm will like Linda judging from what we saw in the hall a few minutes ago."

"I don't either," I replied, leading her back to the bed. "So if we're going to have to stop again in around an hour, I want to make sure that you and I have some very good reasons for coming back in here, don't you?"

"I'm all for that," she replied as she bent to turn back the covers on the bed. "I doubt we will need any cover for the present, so let's get them out of the way until we need them." I was happy to oblige her. The skirt had not proved much of a hindrance before, but there was no reason to leave her in an uncomfortable position since I had even less on. As she turned toward me, I opened the button as the side of the skirt and slowly unzipped it. I let it fall to the floor as I followed the zipper down and knelt at her feet. As I knelt, my face neared and then came even with her delightful mound. It still had a wet sheen to it from our fun earlier, but that only made it more attractive to me.

Sue sat down on the side of the bed, obviously recognizing what I had in mind. Her legs spread slowly as if they were a screen opening for my performance. She had trimmed the hair from the edges, leaving only a fluffy rectangular patch on her mound that now glistened with her juices. That beautiful pussy was indicating it readiness by a slow, involuntary opening of the lips guarding her private chamber. I put both arms under her thighs and brought my hands to her crotch. I pulled the lips slightly more open with my thumbs and a gentle tongue massage that brought a soft moan from Sue.

Sue had wanted this kind of action apparently. The lips snapped open as if they were a suddenly released window shade. Her clitoris stood tall and proud, no longer hidden by it's hood, as though waiting for a tongue to caress it. The entrance to her vagina was blocked only by a thin film of lubricant we had, no doubt, generated together. I went immediately to the source of her pleasure, kissing every portion of her lush muff and removing the thin film with my tongue. She jerked as she felt the heat of my tongue on her pussy, but I felt her calves tighten behind my back, then the strong muscles pulling me closer to her.

I wanted to make this moment as good for her as she had made the screwing for me. My tongue covered every inch of the zone I knew would result in an erotic sensation. Her body jerked again, and I heard her breath hissing through her teeth as I slid my tongue into the cavern where only a few minutes ago my cock had been filling her with my cum. She tasted wonderful! I've found that, since we've been swinging, there is little that is tastier than a freshly fucked pussy, Even Linda, who had first rejected my oral loving, now said it made her hot to have a lover eating that sweet flesh and fucking her with their tongue. I used my tongue like a miniature penis, fucking Sue with it as deeply as I could and scraping the edges free of the juices that were slowly being exuded from her hot pussy. I could feel her pelvic area tightening as her orgasm approached, so I shifted to her clit which was literally at the end of my nose. Taking it between my lips and twirling it, I used the roughness of my tongue to excite it further. 




Another Adventure with Linda



I felt her hands in my hair and her thighs tighten as she pulled me deeper into her lovely cleft. Sue responded as I had hoped. Her body tensed. She pulled me tighter against her sweet pussy, then began a humping motion that made the best use of my tongue, nose and face to relieve her needs. She came in a rush, crushing me to her swollen lips. Her body jerked as spasms of delight went through it and I knew I had succeeded in making her orgasm as pleasant as she had mine.

"I needed that," Sue whispered as she pulled me up and alongside her. "I love to be eaten and you are one of the best I've ever had. I want some more of that tonight." I assured her it would be my pleasure, and I meant it. Sue's pussy was sweet, warm and a joy to suck and lick. The thin fluid draining from her was so tempting I would gladly have done it again right now, but she had other things in mind. 

Straddling my body and kneeling on one leg, she settled slowly over the rampant rod staring into her love channel. Small droplets of cum still oozed from her inner lips as it drained from the fucking I had given her earlier and now gravity was allowing it to slip through that tight channel, still heavy with cum despite the enjoyment I had been experiencing as I ate her. There was very little resistance as the knob went into her. Now her other leg came down and she was seated firmly on my once again hard dick. She eased herself down on the full length of it until our pubic hairs mingled and joined, then she slowly retreated until only the head remained in her.

I didn't expect the acrobatic skill this lady could generate when she wanted to be fucked, but they were exhibited in the abandonment with which she fucked me. I had only to remain still and hard as she used my dick. She worshipped it with a tight set of lips; a hot juicy cunt, and a speed that told me she wanted another orgasm before we returned to the living room. I was very near to shooting the load of hot semen into her which would have delayed any further games for some time when, with a howl, Sue had her next orgasm. The speed with which she had been screwing me increased, if anything, and each thrust drove my dick into her so hard it felt as if she was hammering my pelvis. She was moaning now as she ground her cunt into my brush patch. I was barely able to keep from shooting into her. I wanted to, but I also wanted more of this fascinating woman as soon as we learned whether or not we would be spending the night together.

I needn't have worried. Once Sue and I had cleaned each other using our tongues, perfumed wash clothes and heated towels, we went into the living room with prim and proper robes covering our nakedness. Norm had Linda spread-eagled on the couch, her perfectly shaped ass balanced on the arm, and he was eating her cunt as if there would be no tomorrow. Linda was laying quietly, only the rapidity of her breathing showing the sensations which were coursing through her body. Even as we watched, her body arched and Norm was treated to some of the tastiest feminine juices I've ever tasted. He continued sucking and kissing that offering until her eyes opened and she grinned at us.

Linda reached out and took Sue's hand. "Norm has asked me to spend the night with him, would you mind, Sue?"

"Not at all, Linda," Sue answered. "I see that Norm has been trying hard to convince you." Eyeing the limp cock that dangled between his legs at least eight inches, "and I'm glad to hear he has."

"I'll say he has," laughed Linda. "This man of yours is like a bear. I don't believe there is a spot he's missed, but I'd still like to find out – that is if he's game. How about it Norm? Do you want to try for another round?" 

It was Norm's turn to laugh and he did, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth as if trying to remove the cum that smeared his face. "I certainly wouldn't want to miss the opportunity to have you again, young lady. I just hope we can enjoy the rest as much as I have up to now." Linda sat up on the edge of the couch an Norm settled beside her, his arm over her shoulders and one hand cupping a generous breast. The towel she sat on caught the cum that was seeping from her still slightly open cunt lips, but I suspected there was a lot more inside her, and I knew she had been royally fucked. It was equally probably that she had enjoyed his cock immensely. Linda had spent the night only with one other man before, and I wondered how she would weather being taken again and again by someone with Norm's thick manhood. Then again, maybe it was she who was doing the taking. I recalled that she had spent the night at least once with Ralph and apparently enjoyed him enough to see him after that, often, so perhaps I really had nothing to concern myself about. I would certainly welcome the opportunity to feel Sue tucked in close during the night, especially if there was an early morning fuck as an appetizer for the day.

Little more was said. We spent the next hour or so cleaning up and freshening up so our partners would have clean bodies to work with. We enjoyed some coffee although I doubt we needed anything to keep us awake. The anticipation of what was to come for all of us was more than adequate for that!

The girls started the action this time. As if by mutual agreement, each leaned over us and began sucking our cocks. Almost simultaneously Norm and I were ready, so, kissing our wives we took our partners for the night to our bedrooms. Norm couldn't resist walking behind Linda and cupping her tits as he used his big cock to push her along. I had to stop once or twice to kiss Sue and feel her soft, full breasts as the thrill of watching Linda's breasts being fondled and sucked overcame me.



Another Afternoon



Today was to be like any other with Mistress Mona except that when I arrived at Her dungeon home, I saw a beautiful tall blonde woman there. Soon I learned that this was Mistress's new friend and a new Domme. New to the art of Domination that is!

Mistress informed me that I was to address this new woman as Lady Denise until She had sufficient training, than as Mistress Denise. 

I was more than nervous and intimidated around this beautiful woman. I had never before "played" with an audience, let alone, another partner! I was red with humiliation as Lady Denise sized me up. She seemed to look right through my soul, as if reading my deepest darkest secrets.

Mistress Mona informed me that today, Lady Denise would be joining in on our scenes from now on, and that she was briefed about my life as Mistress's slave. I looked upwards and stole a glance at Lady Denise's face. She had a very mischievous smirk on Her face, that told me she knew everything about me. Mistress must have told Her about my past year serving Her and all that She had put me through! 

Mistress Mona caught me staring at Lady Denise's face and soon jolted me out of my mesmerizing stare! "Slave sonny, that is not proper behavior for a slave, you are obviously in need of some correction I see!" "Denise, grab the slave's boymeat and lets get him over to the horse!"

Lady Denise took hold of my cock and yanked me down the hall. Once in the dungeon basement, Mistress stood next to the whipping horse holding the cuffs. Soon, I was stretched out face down on the horse. My legs were spread wide and attached to the cuffs on the spreader bar. My wrists were cuffed and pulled back to my ankle cuffs and secured there too. Mistress Mona often liked to secure me this way. She says it forces me to be more submissive, as I cannot hold onto anything and the punishments are much more effective this way! 

Next, Mistress Mona tightened the waist belt which will hold me tight to the horse. Mistress Mona handed a thick leather spanking strap to Lady Denise, who was now standing directly in front of me. "Here you go Denise, I think you should have the honor of doing him first, since it was you he was staring at so disobediently!" "I will just hold his head right here and put his tongue and mouth to good use while you teach his naughty butt some manners!"

Mistress Mona the grabbed the back of my head and forced Her crotch into my face! Her heady scent was strong as it filled my nostrils! I stuck out my tongue and began to lick her wet lips and taste her secretions! I was soon brought back to reality when Lady Denise's strokes of the strap sent a sharp stinging pain through me. Over and over again Lady Denise swished and cracked that vicious strap over my butt. My oral attentions had Mistress Mona moaning in delight, and soon She flooded my face with the wave of her juices.

Mistress let go of my head as she sat down briefly to recover from her orgasm. "That should be enough correction with the strap Denise, why don't you get me the cane over there now." "But first, I think my little slave needs to be properly plugged before we continue with his respect training!" 

I watched in horror as Lady Denise took down the rattan cane from it's hanging spot on the wall. Equally alarming was seeing Mistress Mona make her selection from the tray of vibrators, butt plugs and dildos. She was holding one of the widest and longest plugs She owns!

Mistress Mona was instructing Lady Denise on how to use the plugs and dildos and to make sure the toys are properly lubed. Mistress Mona told Lady Denise that normally, some type of lubricant will be used on my boyhole and the toys, but occasionally, if she really wanted to add to my punishment no lubricant would be permitted! 

This time however, Mistress Mona was smearing her own juices around my tight puckered hole. Lady Denise was also busy, but she was milking out the precum from my cock and applying the cream to the butt plug! Then, Mistress Mona was instructing Lady Denise to hold my butt cheeks wide apart and watch close as she worked the plug into my hairless tight hole! 

Mistress Mona took her time teaching and showing Lady Denise the fine points of tormenting my rear hole. She would push just the tip of the wide plug into my hole, then twist and rotate the plug as she drilled it in deeper. She would stop right when the widest part was stretching my anus as wide as possible and just hold it there. I was moaning as the pain felt like I was being ripped apart! "Your moaning is too loud slave!" "You have just earned additional punishments that you will receive after we are finished with your caning!" I tried to tone done my moaning, but Mistress Mona continued her one on one training with Lady Denise!

Mistress would hold the plug so the widest part just stretched me painfully, then she would pull the plug all the way out. Then push it in again to the wide part and hold it there while she discussed her instructions with Lady Denise! Finally, she just shoved the butt plug deep into my hole and a loud moan escaped my lips! "That's two more punishments slave sonny!" I acknowledged my errors by saying I was sorry Mistress, and tried to muffle my moans. Mistress Mona then placed her hands on my hot butt cheeks, and told Lady Denise to give it a try.

Then I felt Lady Denise grab the plug, and under Mistress Mona's instruction, she twisted and rotated the plug as she pulled it out! The feeling was indescribable as she pulled the plug from my tormented anus. I could not help it as another moan filled the dungeon! "Now there are three additional punishments waiting for you sonny!" "Denise, you must never allow the sub to get away with his disobedience!" "Always hold him accountable for all of his misdeeds, even if he can't help himself!" 

I knew Mistress Mona was smiling when she said that! 

Lady Denise was now repeating the steps she watched Mistress Mona do to me. First she pushed the huge butt plug into my hole until the widest part was stretching me open. Then she rotated the plug which caused me to squirm and moan again! "You are not being a very good slave sonny, and you are beginning to annoy me!" "We have a new guest and you are continuing to break the rules!" "You now have more punishments coming, and since you insist on being disobedient in front of Lady Denise, I will make sure that we both deliver them to you and they will be severe! I think it is time to administer his caning, it looks like he has earned enough punishments to keep us busy disciplining him all day!"

I rested briefly while Mistress Mona told Lady Denise to have me orally service her. Mistress picked up the cane and told me that she would punish my bare butt now for my earlier offense of staring rudely at Lady Denise! And, that I should do my best to give Lady Denise a nice orgasm, only then would the caning stop!

Lady Denise picked up my head and whispered into my ear that she loved tormenting me asshole, and that she has many more wicked plans in store for me before we were through! She then placed my head tight against her very wet crotch! I inhaled deeply her strong womanly scent! She tasted much sweeter than Mistress Mona, and I lovingly licked and sucked her pussy for all I was worth! 

Meanwhile, Mistress Mona gave me stroke after stroke my sore bottom! Each stroke seemed to cut into me, and my butt was on fire from the start! It was hard to concentrate on pleasing Lady Denise, but I pushed my own limits until Lady Denise was howling in her own throes of passion! I felt Lady Denise release my head as she slumped into the chair in front of me, her eyes connecting with my own and that wicked mischievous smile on her face! 

Mistress Mona was giving me a few final strokes before she stopped her assault on my poor welted and swollen behind! I was breathing heavy and sobbing as the tears ran down my face washing the wetness from two sexually satisfied women's orgasms. Mistress Mona told me to stay right where I was, because after a short break she was going to start with the 'extra' punishments that I have earned! "Stay right where I was", I thought? Where could I go? Mistress likes to torment me in so many ways! 

Mistress Mona reminded me that I would now receive my 'extra' punishments for disobeying her and acting rudely in front of our new guest. I watched again in horror as Mistress Mona retrieved the short cockwhip. This whip was a multi-braded rubber whip. The tails of the whip were just like regular rubber bands, only much longer. 

My cock was rising to the occasion, and it was not all of it's own doing either! Lady Denise was fondling my cock and balls, which were growing steadily larger. I was about to protest, and beg and plead with Mistress Mona for mercy, but I know that would only worsen the situation for me. Once I have earned a punishment, Mistress will not ever back down or allow me any mercy. I learned the hard way many times before, that if I earned the punishment, then I must accept it. In the past if I had begged for mercy, Mistress would simply double the punishment. 

Mistress Mona handed the cockwhip to Lady Denise and told her she would have the honors of starting with this punishment! And while Lady Denise was whipping me, Mistress backed up to my face and presented her beautiful bare butt for my inspection.

Mistress Mona then told me to put my tongue and mouth to good use, since her tight little asshole was planted right on my nose. I was forced to inhale her animal scent deeply as the first crack of the cockwhip caused me to gasp! I tongued and ticked Mistress Mona's hole wildly! But there was no way to move my head or my nose. I was trapped and forced to inhale my Mistress as she just settled in for the ride!

Lady Denise was enjoying her time with the whip! I was being expertly flogged from my balls to the tip! Over and over the strokes would snap like a rubber band into my defenseless boymeat. My hips were bucking with each stroke of the cockwhip, but being securely tied down there was not much I could do about it. Mistress Mona was rocking on my face now, and each time she would pivot, she would just grind my nose farther into her asshole. My head was reeling from the mixture of her butt and pussy dominating my senses!

Without warning the swatting at my crotch had stopped and Mistress Mona was climbing off of me. Next, she came over to me, my face shining from her juices, and in her hand was a wash cloth saturated with coconut flavored rum. She wiped my face clean and spoke about how we can't have a messy face for our guest to mount now can we?!

Lady Denise took her place on my face, and after she settled down, her asshole was pressed tight against my nose too! Maybe it was the rum, but Lady Denise's pussy tasted great and the tiny starfish of her asshole was stronger and more feminine than Mistress Mona's! 

Suddenly, I moaned loudly into Lady Denise's pussy, as the whip lashed out at my penis and balls in the same stroke! Mistress Mona was standing on the opposite side that Lady Denise was on, and now my poor cock and balls were being punished from a slightly different angle! Another loud moan shot up through Lady Denise's pussy as the painful, 'combination' cock and ball strokes continued.

Lady Denise was slowly rocking on my face, and I could hear her moaning loudly. I must have made her cum as my mouth was being flooded by her juices and I had to swallow repeatedly to drink down her cum! The next thing I realized was that my penis whipping had stopped, and lady Denise was standing beside me smiling down on me! I was allowed to rest for a few minutes while my Mistress took Polaroid close-ups of my freshly punished privates. When they had developed, she held them before my eyes so that I could admire her handiwork. I almost did not recognize my own cock and balls, not only were they as red as a cherry but as I lay there they were still twitching and throbbing painfully as if they had a life of their own. 

"Well, sonny, I see you have taken several of your punishments so far, ready for the next one? Denise, why don't you remove that plug that has been stretching sonny's boyhole for so long. We don't need that in the way of his next punishment!" Lady Denise was teasing my asshole again as she first twisted and rotated the butt plug before trying to pull it out! Then she pulled on the plug but was purposely pulling the plug out very slowly, allowing the most pain and agony she could inflict on my poor stretched hole! Once again, she stopped when the widest part was at my anus stretching it to the limit! Then finally it was out!

Mistress Mona had an elastic bandage in her hand as she grabbed the butt plug from Lady Denise. "We can't have the flavor from his butt go to waste, now can we?!" Then Mistress shoved the hot butt plug under my nose and told me to open wide! I hesitated for only a minute as the cockwhip caught the backs of my balls very hard! I opened my mouth as the wet plug was shoved into me. I was about to gag, but soon adjusted to it's size. Mistress then went about her duty of wrapping the Ace bandage around my head to hold the plug in place! "There, that will keep him quiet while he receives his next punishment!" 

I was confused at first, because my bare butt was already beaten as punishment. But then I felt a set of hands pulling my punished ass cheeks apart. Then a new searing pain shot through me! Mistress was whipping the crack of my ass, and the first few strokes landed directly on my punished asshole! I was jerking wildly with each swat. Mistress aimed each stroke carefully to really hit the bullseye and I was jerking and flopping and howling into my gag! 

Another set of hands were now pulling my butt cheeks apart again. I can only assume that Lady Denise was yielding the cockwhip now! These strokes were much harder than Mistress Mona's, or so they seemed. Over and over again, I jerked and twisted in my bonds trying to get free or get away from the punishing strokes! Nothing I could do would stop this punishment, and then I heard Mistress talking again! "You will learn sonny, I told you that your punishment would be severe!" "I hope you will not disappoint me in the future either!" 

The whipping of my punished asshole continued, as Lady Denise assaulted my buttcrack with the whip! Over and over again! I was so glad when my Mistresses stopped! I was ready to agree to anything to not let them whip me again! Mistress Mona told me to relax and rest for a bit before accepting my final punishments! The word punishments, (plural), rang through my head! I wondered just what it would be and how much more could I take! Then I saw them standing before me, my Mistresses wearing two of the biggest strap-on dildos I have ever seen!

"You will surrender your butt to me now sonny!" "I know how much you crave a good buttfucking, that is why I needed to punish your little asshole first, so you will remember that this is your punishment, not for your pleasure. This will be an equally severe punishment sonny, as we are going to rape your asshole with these nice hardwood dildoes! And when Denise is done punishing your boyhole, I will have my turn at raping your ass but good!"

As the butterflies were churning in my stomach, I heard Lady Denise talking to me too! "Yes, sonny, and remember when I told you I had a special surprise for you? Well, I was going to give you a special treat by using lots of anal lube on this nice hard dildo, but I forgot to bring any, sort of by mistake. I guess this tube of 'Vick's' will have to do! You may show me your appreciation afterwards with a nice long assworshipping service?!" 

My Mistress just laughed and chimed in about Denise's wicked mind being equal to her own! Then Lady Denise's huge shaft entered me. The Vick's was very cold at first, but the pain from stretching my very sore asshole soon had my complete attention! Then I realized that Denise was working the hardwood dildo deep into me! With each stroke she drove the huge shaft deeper into my boybutt. Finally I felt her hips and thighs against my hot buttocks! After waiting for a moment or two, she pulled out, all the way out, and then Wham, all twelve inches were shoved hard into me! Again, full deep thrusts as Lady Denise pulled out completely then rammed her strap-on in to my depths! Each hard thrust caused me to gasp into the gag, and it was a strange sound as the butt plug muffled my pitiful moans! I lost track of the time, and it felt like an eternity while Lady Denise hammered her massive dildo into my punished and abused asshole! The Vick's had caused a hot burning itch deep in my rectum which made me yearn for another thrust, like an itch I couldn't scratch! 

Then Mistress Mona was at my asshole, her strap-on just barely touching. Then without warning this new invader plunged into my depths! Like Lady Denise, Mistress pushed deep into me, making the entire length penetrate my punished hole! With each deep thrust of Mistresses hard dildo, my inner rectum seemed to heat up, and that itch was back tormenting me! First the itch then the deep plunge of the dildo as it stretched and reamed my hole! Yes, my Mistresses raped my asshole very hard, and very severely! 

I was one well-punished slave when my Mistress released me! The tears had left my face wet with shame. Mistress Mona removed my butt plug gag and I immediately thanked her and Lady Denise for punishing me! I repeatedly said I was sorry for everything that I did, and I would never again displease her or embarrass her the way I did!

I was then released from my bonds and my Mistress then told me to kneel before Lady Denise and give her a very nice long assworshipping orgasm! I spent the next ten minutes lovingly licking and sucking Lady Denise's delicious butt and pussy! Mistress Mona was so pleased with my performance that she informed me that I was going to be allowed to masturbate to orgasm over my Lady Denise's sexy barebutt while worshipping my Mistress equally attractive hindquarters with my tongue. 

I squirmed in pain/pleasure as I rubbed and stroked my poor whipped penis against Lady Denise's crack, but in no time I was able to enjoy a very nice long orgasm myself, which left a larger than usual puddle of cum all over Lady Denise's bottom cheeks, Mistress then commanded me to lick my cum from Denise's shapely buttocks while my Mistress snapped more Polaroid photos for my added humiliation. 

I was ordered to clean up the dungeon and the toys, and shower before being allowed to sleep. Tomorrow is another day!



Another Afternoon



The alarm went off and Lisa rolled over and pressed the button to turn off the noisy buzzer. She lay there for a few minutes drifting in and out of sleep. Her husband was already gone to work and it took her a few minutes to collect herself. 

She brushed her blonde hair out of her eyes, threw back the covers, and walked into the bathroom. Never wearing clothes when she slept made it quite easy. She sat and let the amber stream go. It hissed against the porcelain of the toilet bowl. As she sat there draining her bladder she remembered that it was Wednesday and that she and Carol were going shopping. 

Her thoughts turned back to last week, when she and Carol made love to each other for the very first time in their lives. Two conservative, straight housewives making love to each other. What would their conservative, Republican husbands think? What would the pastor of their church think? As Lisa contemplated these question she patted herself dry and turned on the shower. 

Once again she thought of her one time fling with Carol and how the two both agreed that it would never happen again. Lisa climbed into the shower and began to soap her body. As her hands moved over he slick, soapy flesh she thought of Carol's hands on her. She let out a long sigh and then quickly came back to reality. "Get those evil thoughts out of your mind," she thought. 

She toweled herself dry and threw on a robe. She made coffee and had a piece of toast. She dressed in slacks, a crisp blouse, plain white briefs and bra. She was putting on her make-up when the doorbell rang. She finished quickly and answered the door. 

It was Carol. "Ready to melt some plastic," said Carol. Lisa just laughed as she grabbed her purse and the two women headed to the mall. 

They spoke about kids, husbands, politics, school, and church, but not a word about what happened last week. Since neither one brought it up both figured that it was a sleeping dog that should be left to lie. 

They arrived at the mall and did some window shopping when Carol said, "I need to get some new bras and panties at Victoria's Secret." Both women moved to the store. 

They walked in and began to look at the vast assortment of lingerie. They both picked out bras and panties and decided that they would take them to their respective homes, try them on, and then either keep or return them.

The two women did a bit more shopping grabbed a quick lunch and headed home. When they arrived back at Lisa's, Carol was just going to drop her off but after a few moments the women decided to go into the house and have a cup of tea. 

The two women walked in and Lisa put the kettle on. In a few minutes the whistle blew and the tea was made. They went into the family room and sat on the oversized couch. 

As they sipped the tea they realized that Lisa had inadvertently brought in both bags of lingerie. After determining whose was whose they sipped their tea until finally Carol said, "Maybe we should try these on."

A hush fell over both of them. Lisa finally broke the silence and said in a whisper, "Yes, I think I'd like that." The two women rose silently and all that could be heard was the rustling of clothes. In a few moments both women are totally naked. They looked at each other and the atmosphere was heavy with raw desire.  

Lisa with her blonde hair, blue eyes, 34 b breasts, flaring hips and sparse patch of blonde hair and Carol with her chestnut hair, green eyes, 32b breasts, thin hips, and thick chestnut pubic hair looked at each other. 

They stood mesmerized, as if in a trance. Lisa took one faltering step forward and Carol took two and the women were soon locked in an embrace. Their warm breasts mashed into each other, their hips pressed together and the mouths affixed to each other. 

Lisa's lips parted first and her tongue came out and licked Carol's lips. Carol opened her mouth and the tongues of the two women touched and their was electricity. All that could be heard was the rubbing of skin, the sucking of tongues, and the sighs of two women becoming aroused. 

As they kissed and caressed each other it seemed like the temperature rose to over 110 degrees. Their bodies were flushed as they kissed and touched each other. They began to glisten and each could smell the arousal of the other woman. 

Finally they broke the kiss and Carol said, "We should stop now." Lisa nodded in agreement and the two women kissed again. They knelt down on the floor as they kissed and then lay down together on the floor. 

Tongues explored each other's mouths as hands explored backs, breasts, necks, spines, hips, and asses. The two women became more passionate as they kissed. Bodies moving together, no longer glistening, but wet with sweat and the secretions of their pussies. 

Legs intertwined, humping each other until Lisa broke the kiss. She turned around quickly and put her head between Carol's legs. Carol opened them and let Lisa in at the same time Lisa opened her legs to let Carol in. 

The two then exchanged the most intimate of kisses. Their lips kissing and licking each other's moist, hairy pussies. The two women, kissed, licked, and lapped each other for several minutes when Lisa wet her finger, slipped it between Carol's cheeks and pressed it gently into Carol's rosebud. 

Carol moaned in satisfaction and pleasure at the intruder in her ass. She did the same thing and in moments both women were fucking each other's assholes with their fingers. 

Once the fingers were moving gently in and out of their tight dark surroundings the women went back to licking each other. Clits were swollen and sucked into each other's mouths. 

Held in place with suction, their lips tongues then went to work on the swollen buds. Up and back the tongues lashed. It was sweet torture as both of them moved toward orgasm.

Both women were torn as to prolonging the experience as long as possible or giving in and cuming quickly. Both opted to try to prolong it. 

Bodies made little sucking noises as they came together and parted. Fingers wiggled in assholes as tongues swept up and back across swollen clits.

And then Lisa could take it no longer. She had to have release. She needed to be washed clean by wave after wave of orgasmic release. She stiffened, hung there for a moment, and then her hips began to buck. Up and back as Carol hung on trying hard not to lose contact with Lisa's swollen, pulsing bud. 

Lisa's whole body thrashed about as though she was having a seizure, her muffled cries coming from between Carol's legs. And as she began to wind down, Carol made it. 

She pushed her hips hard into Lisa's mouth and bucked like a wild horse. She let out along guttural moan as she peaked. She lost control and a small stream of urine was released. Lisa did not miss a beat, even though the warm stream splashed on her face, neck, and in her mouth. She kept licking as Carol moaned and came over and over again. 

Finally, the two women stopped moving and all that could be heard was heavy breathing. Carol spoke first, "I'm so sorry Lisa. I couldn't control it. Forgive me"

Lisa moved around and lay down next to her friend and kissed her softly on the lips. Lisa then smiled and said, "It was just fine. I'm so glad I could help make you feel that good. And besides, you tasted wonderful." 

The two women giggled as they hugged. They then just lay there for a while until the fully recovered. It was still early so they finished their tea in the nude. Then slowly dressed. 

Carol grabbed her bag and headed for the door. The two women paused, looked at each other, and kissed. When they broke the kiss Carol said, "I'm not sorry this happened."

Lisa grinned and replied, "Well, we can't say it will never happen again." As Lisa heard Carol's car go down the driveway she couldn't wait to meet with her again.



Another Afternoon Delight



After numerous attempts of trying to get together we finally made it. We met noonish at a local no-tell motel. It had been over three weeks since we'd met, and I was especially horny. And, I assumed my friend was too.

He met me at my car and gave me a welcoming kiss. I suppose you all have a hunch that I had to restrain myself from attacking him. We walked into the motel and up the stairs to our room. Then the fun started.

Once inside he stepped to me, took my face in his hands and gave me a luscious, sensuous kiss. Then we fell back on the bed entwined in each other and commenced to do some heavy necking. 

Of course with all of this kissing, as usual I wanted to feel skin on skin. Unbuttoning his shirt, I started touching and caressing his chest. My lips moving with my hands down his chest. He quickly unbuckled his jeans and pulled them off. I did have to take a few moments to gaze at his muscular body. Nice tight ass, sculpted arms, muscular chest, flat abs and a delicious looking growing cock.

"You're way overdressed" my friend said and proceeded to pull off my shirt and cover my chest with little kisses. He reached behind me to unfasten my bra, only to discover that today I was wearing a black lacy front hook one. With some assistance from me he did manage to undo it, then planted his lips on one of my nipples. 

I've mentioned that I love wearing lingerie and it makes me feel very sexy. But, my friend would rather have me totally naked. So, he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled off my pants. Then moved his mouth from my breasts to my dripping pussy. I could hardly wait, he does eat pussy so well.

He covers my clit with his mouth and flicks his tongue around it. He starts sliding a finger into my pussy,  I am very wet, so his fingers easily probe my cunt. My pussy is making slurping noises as he rams his digits into me.

I can feel my pussy muscles begin to quiver, his fingers and mouth are going to take me to orgasm land. That familiar pleasurable feeling starts in my cunt and floods out over my entire body. My upper thighs are twitching as he continues to lick my pussy.

He keeps plunging his fingers hard into my sopping pussy. I raise my hips up and grind my pussy onto his mouth and fingers. My hands are on my breasts pulling and stretching my nipples. There is a direct line between my nipples and my cunt. Doing this, my pussy explodes and detonates feelings of gratification and pleasure over my entire body. And, I drench his mouth with sweet pussy juice.

He raises his head, moves up my body and slides his cock in my still quivering pussy. I take his face in my hands and lick my juices from his mouth, chin and face. As I do that, he says "oh baby, your pussy tastes so good." And I did have to agree with him.

His hard cock fills my pussy, and I can feel his cock throbbing in me. I work my vaginal muscles to squeeze on his cock. (Something I've been perfecting over the years.) He responds by driving his cock harder into my pussy. I'm moaning "yes, yes." As I've mentioned before I'm a moaner, but I didn't mention I'm also a mutterer. 

By that I mean words come out of my mouth, but they're not understandable. In my mind I'm saying "Oh, god, that's so good, fuck me more, don't stop, I love your cock." But, what comes out of my mouth is "Oh ga, more, don't, good."

Those feeling of pleasure are still radiating over my body, and I want them to continue. 

My friend is a quiet lover. He does moan some, but not a lot. Sometimes the only way I know he cums is by the warm feeling of his cum flooding into my pussy.

Today is one of those days. As my pussy is pulsating and I'm having a huge vaginal orgasm, I can feel his cum rush into my cunt. This is the icing on the cake, I just fall over the edge. Every part of my body is electrified and nearly humming. 

He stops pumping, and falls against me. While he lays against me, I start having aftershocks. My inner thighs tremble, my pussy twitches and I can feel my abdomen vibrating. It's a heavenly feeling. 

He turns off me, and we both sit up. It's time for a drink and a smoke. (Yes, I smoke. Don't send me feedback on how bad it is for me. I already know.)

I finish my cigarette before he does, and he's sitting on the edge of the bed. I scoot toward him and sit behind him with my legs on either side of him. My hands start to massage his shoulders and I run my hands up and down his back while scattering soft kisses on his neck. 

My hands slide around him and I begin to caress the inside of his upper arms. Not a spot that's considered an erogenous zone, but, just try it you'll be surprised. (In my opinion any spot on the body is an erogenous zone when touched the right way.) My hands drift down his arms to his wrists and I lightly skim over the inside of his wrists. 

I wrap my arms around his body and gently apply soft strokes to his chest. My hands caress his torso and lightly pinch his nipples. Then, I glide my hands to his thighs. Using my fingernails I stroke the inside of his thighs, making an effort not to touch his cock yet. 

By now, his cock has started to get hard again, which was my plan. My hands now concentrate on his growing cock. One hand surrounds his cock, the other captures his balls. Stroking, I run my thumb over the tip and feel the wetness of some precum. I think it's time to change positions. 

"Baby move back and lay down, I want your cock in my mouth." He gladly complies with my request. I position myself between his legs, take his cock in my mouth and begin licking and sucking. While doing this, I move myself and sort of straddle his leg so my pussy rubs against his leg. Hey, I'm selfish, I want some pleasure while I'm sucking a cock.

With his cock deep in my mouth, I rock my hips against his leg and my clit is stimulated. My tongue roves over, up, down and around his cock. I move my mouth up and down. I pull nearly off his cock and my lips and tongue concentrate on the tip. Then I plunge his cock deep in my mouth and take it all in. Bobbing my head I do this over and over varying the speed, depth and intensity of my sucking. My tongue licking around his shaft as I consume his cock.

My clit is nearly in flames from stimulation against his leg. I need to have his cock in me now. I move up his body and impale my pussy on his rock hard cock. "OOOHHHH baby that feels so good" I moan while his cock fills my cunt.

I place my hands on either side of his shoulders and knees alongside his hips and start to move my hips up and down on his cock. I can feel his cock touch the top of my cunt. My friend who is usually quiet during sex is groaning and moaning in pleasure. His hands are on my hips helping me to grind on his cock. 

His cock is throbbing in my pussy, my cunt is tingling and convulsing on it's way to orgasm land. "Yes, yes, so good, don't stop!" Are all the words I can get out. A few more pumps and I explode. My pussy muscles contract around his cock which induces just what I want. His hot cum gushes into my spasming pussy.

I am in heaven. That warm pleasurable feeling engulfs my entire body. I lean down to him and place my lips on his and whisper "thank you baby, that was wonderful."

"Believe me, it was my pleasure." He replies as we roll in unison, his cock still buried in my pussy, onto our sides and snuggle down together. 



Another Alba Story



DISCLAIMER: this story is a work of fiction and does not in anyway reflect the actions or thoughts of Jessica Alba. It is written for the enjoyment of those who read erotic material and I do not make any money from writing it.

*

He stood overlooking the docks, eyes following the seagulls as they soared over the blue ocean. It was raining, no, it was pouring, but he wasn't here for the beach. He loved Cape Town, the mountain the locals called Table Mountain was beautiful, and was well named, the top of it as flat as a table.

His friend was supposed to meet him here over an hour ago. Coming from the Big Apple it couldn't be that difficult to find his way around this city, it was considerably smaller in comparison. He loved football, or soccer as it was known here, his favourite team was Manchester United, and despite him being an American he was not going to be nationalistic, he was going to support Brazil all the way, they really played the 'beautiful game.'

You see, the 2010 FIFA World cup was being held here in South Africa, and he was going to watch every match the Brazilian national team played in. He took out his Blackberry and scrolled through the phonebook, found the name he was looking for and pressed call...

"Dude, where the hell are you?" he asked as his friend picked up the phone.

"Sea Point, that's where I said we'd meet, Clare and Jamie are all here."

"What, you mean that's actually the places name?" he said slapping his forehead because of his own stupidity. "When you said sea point, I thought you meant the Water Front, I'm down here by the V&A right now."

"You are a moron. This chick Jamie that we met at that club Dockside last night is going on about how she hooked up with you, dude I think you were gonna score!"

"What do you mean were? How do I get there?" he asked.

"Forget it, she just got a call from her dad, she's gotta go."

"Well fuck, man, stall her," he begged, gesturing wildly as he spoke on his mobile phone.

"No can do brother, she's already getting up... Oh she says I must tell you hi, and that she'll see you soon."

He was so sour he put off the phone without replying. He looked up at the overcast sky that now perfectly reflected his mood. Looked over at a nearby restaurant he decided he may as well get something to eat, and maybe have a few beers to make him feel a bit better.

*

Heading into the restaurant and sitting down he was greeted by a coloured waiter. He found the diversity in this country amusing, coloured and black were two distinctly different racial ethnicities. And were not to be confused. When he called a coloured guy black, the guy swore at him, at least he was sure it was swearing, the man was talking one of the local languages. Jamie had told him it was called Afrikaans.

He sat there for about fifteen minutes after eating his fish platter nursing his third draft just thinking of how damn beautiful Jamie was, she was coloured with light brown skin and killer legs and ass, and a C-sized cup. As he sat he noticed a woman sitting across the room looking at him. Despite the gloomy weather she was wearing big dark sun glasses and at hat. From the little of her face that he could see, she looked really attractive, especially her lips, they were luscious with a sexy pout.

To his surprise, she got up and walked over after seeing that he had noticed her...

"Hey," she greeted.

"Hi," he responded, her fragrant perfume filling his nostrils.

"I couldn't help noticing you were here all alone."

"Yeah some miss communication with my idiot of a friend," he told her.

She smiled, "I'm Jessica by the way," she said extending her hand as he told her his name, "I could use some company, how about you?"

She certainly knew how to be an independent woman he thought, "yeah, sure." 

She took a seat, and signalled the waiter, asking him for a white wine for herself.

"So, you're not from here are you?" Jessica asked him, "caught up in the football fever like everybody else?" she was looking at the Brazil football jersey he had on under his coat.

"And you're not?" he asked her as an answer to her question.

"Nope, I always wanted to come here, and I got a break from work," she smiled; she had a fantastic smile he thought. "I also need some space from my boyfriend," she added.

"Trouble in paradise?" he hoped that he wasn't pushing asking her about her personal life.

"Just, issues with my job, he doesn't like me staying away from home for long periods of time," she answered looking down at her wine.

"Sorry I didn't mean to pry."

"Relax, everyone has relationship worries..." "What about you, your girlfriend here with you?" she asked turning the tables on him.

"Ehm-no."

"Looks like I have to apologise now," she giggled.

"No, no... It's just, I mean I just got out of a year long relationship."

"Oh, sorry," this time Jessica's apology was sincere, "what happened?"

"We were just different people, too different, you know, I say up, she insists down..." "Anyway, I'm just looking for freedom now, no commitments," he suddenly realised he sounded really vulnerable...

"So, you spoke of your work, what do you do?" he asked, trying to change the topic.

"I'm in acting."

"Really, like, on stage?"

"Not exactly," she smiled. Then she took off her glasses.

He nearly spat out his beer when he saw her face, he didn't know what to do, what to say.

"Yeah, I get that a lot," Jessica Alba smiled, seeing the way he was gawking at her.

He took a gulp of his beer, "sorry, it's just the, shock, I mean you're fucking Jessica Alba!"

"Yeah, can you keep it on the down low, I don't want any attention."

"Sorry, I'm so sorry," he stammered idiotically.

""I liked you better when you didn't know who I was," Jessica said, and he didn't know whether she was joking or becoming annoyed. What he did know was that he was acting like a jackass.

He took another drink of his beer and tried to compose himself, and then he took a breath before speaking again, "I'm really sorry Jessica, but you gotta understand, I mean you are you!"

"No, I don't understand, what makes me different from other girls?"

"Well for one, even though you're dressed in a huge coat now, you're probably the hottest girl, sorry, woman on the planet. And we been talking for a while now, and you're really nice, you know, to talk to I mean," he said.

"Well I'm not always a nice girl, I mean I came here to pick up a guy," she confessed looking up at him her sexy lips just curled into a smile.

This time he did choke on his beer, "pick up a guy, to..."

"Yeah, that's usually the response I get. When you guys wanna pick up a girl all is good in the world, but when a girl just wants to have sex coz she enjoys it she's labelled a slut," this time she was annoyed.

"Hey, I wasn't judging you, I mean that could ruin me being the guy you try and pick up," he laughed, figuring with her admitting she was looking for a fuck, he couldn't be pushing his luck taking it too far. She was shocked, but only for a moment then she looked down coyly and smiled.

"You serious about what you just said?" he asked her.

Jessica looked up at him, "yeah, I like having sex, and I like experimenting, sometimes I just wanna do it for the enjoyment and not having to worry about some guy who wants to cuddle afterward. I mean I'm doing the guy a favour, no strings attached fucking, you'd think guys would be happy not to deal with the awkwardness when it's done. And if he wants to go two or thee times for the night, I'm up for that just don't be there when I wake up tomorrow morning."

He understood now why she had no qualms about approaching him, Jessica Alba seemed to know exactly what she wanted in the bedroom, which probably served as insight to the type of person she was overall. He thought for a second if he should ask the next question then figured she was being pretty open about her sex life anyway, "what kind of experimenting do you do?"

She smiled at him again, seemingly surprised that he asked, "I'm up for almost anything, role playing, fetish sex, spanking, down and dirty rough pounding, toys, I'm really open minded."

"You ever do anal?" he ventured.

"I said almost everything, Cash and I tried once but my sphincter is really tight and it hurt when he put just his head in. Besides a guys penis was made to go in one part of a woman's body!" she said, firmly, still, he thought she'd probably be up for it if she was well lubricated.

"So I guess blowjobs are out?" he could hardly believe he was having this conversation with her.

"Well, there are exceptions", she smiled naughtily. He could see her crossing her legs under the glass table and couldn't help wondering whether she was as horny as he was. Right now his cock was straining against his chinos. He decided to press it further figuring he had nothing to loose now.

"Well, did I blow my chances of being the one you pick up?" he half laughed but hoped to god she'd consider it.

Jessica raised an eyebrow, "You're not even phased by the fact that if I have sex with you I'd be cheating on my boyfriend?"

"You were just..." he started.

"Well, if it isn't sex, it isn't cheating, a blowjob for him and a fingering and moff dive for me and we're both satisfied," she said almost matter-of-factily.

He swallowed when Jessica moved her seat next to him. She looked straight into his eyes as she used both her hands to unzip his trousers. His eyes pinched close as she put her hand in and pulled out his dick. Her eyes widening as she looked down to take a peak at his size.

"I used to have multiple partners before Cash, sometimes I'd fuck two guys in one day," she said as she started pumping his cock under the table. He groaned as her soft dainty fingers pumped his cock up and down firmly, struggling to look her in the eye.

Jessica looked around the restaurant at the few customers eating and talking, "you're making it kind of obvious what we're doing, you need to control yourself." She pumped faster griping him tightly, and then she haphazardly pushed her fork so that it fell off the table and went underneath as if to pick it up. He clutched the table his knuckles turning white, and bit his lip to keep back a groan as he felt her take his cock into her mouth and start sucking on it. She pulled his foreskin back and rubbed his cock against her inner-cheek while still briskly pumping his cock up and down. His toes curled in his shoes as sensations shot through his body with his dick tingling in her warm wet mouth, she gave one hell of a blowjob.

Jessica must have worried that she had been down there a while so she slipped his cock out of her mouth and came up from under the table, smiling at him, seeing the light layer of sweat on his brow. He tried to part his legs as she thrust her hand faster up and down his cock increasing the pace feeling him twitch and throb in her hand.

"God you're gonna cum aren't you?" she whispered seeing the desperate look on his face. She quickly grabbed some napkins off the table and used it to cover his cock as she continued to jack him off as fast as she could.

His balls tightened and he grunted loudly as his sperm shot up his cock, the first string shot onto Jessica's exposed hand. She covered his pee-hole as he came in the napkin gritting his teeth as spurt after spurt erupted from his throbbing dick. Once he was done he breathed heavily as Jessica pulled the sticky napkin from his lap and crumbled it up, "we better take this and throw it outside," she giggled, "wouldn't want our waiter finding a napkin filled with sperm," she giggled naughtily, "speaking of which," she nodded at the waiter coming to check on them, and quickly put her sun glasses back on. He quickly tried to catch his breath as he put his dick back in his pants and zipped up.

"Sir, ma'am, everything okay, can I get you anything else?" the waiter smiled politely, looking at him peculiarly, probably wondering why he was short of breath and perspiring.

"Hot in here," he said, nervously. The waiter looked through the window at the pouring rain and overcast sky.

"You can bring us the bill, please," Jessica said, getting the waiter's attention off him.

"Will do," he nodded, before walking off.

Jessica laughed at him, "Could you make it any more obvious. Imagine if we were caught, I can already see the headlines, 'Jessica Alba masturbates random stranger in restaurant giving him a new kind of fire works for the FIFA World Cup.'"

He still couldn't speak, Jessica Alba had left him breathless. How many times had he watched Into the Blue fantasising over her body in the crystal clarity of Blue-Ray HD? Now here he was panting from a partial blowjob and handjob she had just given, most likely with more to come...

"You know..."

He looked up at her when she spoke, "I never had a sexual escapade in the rain before." He wondered if she was serious as he looked out the window at the heavy downpour that showed no sign of letting up. The waiter came back with the bill.

"What do you do for a living?" she asked him. "Ehm-I, I'm in banking, regional manager," he replied, thinking it really mattered little to a woman that probably earned more than he could make in his lifetime.

"Well, you can take care of this," she smiled, handing him the bill, "then we can get out of here." He looked at her a little confused, "Well, I got you off, you have to return the favour." 

*

His entire body was soaked as he stood there in the rain on the beach, goosebumps causing a prickly feeling all over his body. Jessica and he had made their way down to the beachfront below the docks, she had said nobody would come down here because of the rain; little wonder he thought to himself.

She came up behind him pushing her hands under his Brazilian jersey and running them over his abs. He kept in shape, but he wasn't a bodybuilder or anything, his body just slightly defined because of his workout routine, but the fact was he was more or less an average Joe, making him wonder how he could be standing here with Jessica Alba's arms around him. She didn't seem to mind though rippling her fingers over his semi-six pack and following the trail of hair that ran from his navel into his chinos.

Jessica's pulled her hands out and helped him out of his coat, then gestured him to turn around. He looked into her soft doe eyes as she looked up at him squinting in the heavy rain. God she was beautiful he thought to himself, cupping her face following the contour of her jaw line before running his hand through her soaking wet hair. He was about to close the distance and kiss those luscious rose red lips of hers, but she shook her head, stepping back out of his personal space.

Her coat dropped to the ground leaving her in a maroon and pink striped blouse and a pair of faded blue jeans. She had taken off her boots and socks to walk barefoot on the white sea sand, telling him she loved the feeling of it between her toes. The drenched fabric of the blouse clung to her body making the red bra she wore underneath clearly visible, the cold weather making her nipple protrude through the wet fabric.

"Take off your clothes," she ordered in a husky voice.

He pulled his football shirt over his head and threw it on the sand, then undid his chinos and pulled it down along with his briefs (he had also removed his shoes and socks when Jessica did). She looked at his soaking naked body her eyes coming to rest on his penis.

"Oh my, looks like the cold weather had a nasty effect on you," she teased.

He felt slightly embarrassed, the rain had indeed left his dick shrivelled and a lot smaller than he actually was.

"We'll have to get you nice and hot so you can get nice and hard for me like you did in the restaurant," said Jessica.

"You know for a woman whose adamant about not appearing nude on screen, you're really kinky."

She smiled at him as she undid her blouse and shrugged it off standing in front of him in her red bra, which already caused his arousal to become evident as his cock started to swell.

"I stand by my moral values, I'm not a stripper, and I don't need the whole world knowing what my boobs looks like," with that she unclipped her bra and shrugged it off, "I choose who gets to see them."

He looked at her perfectly formed breasts, round, firm and supple, her nipples standing on end circled by her light brown areolas, the rain splashing and running over them, they were divine. "Well that didn't take much," Jessica giggled with a huge grin on her face looking at his crotch.

His erect cock was dangling and ready fore her. She made a sexy display of popping her jean button open and shimming out of them, revealing a pair of pink lace panties. Jean at her knees she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and seductively circled her waist as she peeled them off. She kept her legs close as she took off her jean and panties, all that was visible to him being the dark trimmed strands of her pubic hair.

"I thought all girls went hairless"? he said looking hotly at Jessica Alba's pubes.

"Nah, I'm a natural girl, I just make sure I'm well groomed," she said opening her legs.

Her pubic hair was trimmed along her bikini line, following the cushioning of her pussy. It was a tender thin puffy little slit, with slight protruding off-brown lips squeezed in her cervix, her thin clitoris peeking and erect because of her aroused condition. His cock ached with need as he drank in Jessica Alba's naked form, she was fucking hot, nothing out of proportion, everything well toned and beautifully curved.

She walked into his personal space again the rain water running down their naked bodies, "I'm really horny," she whispered in his ear, putting one hand around his neck and slowly masturbating him with the other. She parted her legs slightly and rubbed his cockhead over her pussy lips, "Oh fuck," he groaned his eyes running to the back of his head. His body involuntarily jerked his hips pushing forward acting of its own accord trying to push in side her. 

"Easy baby," she purred pulling his cock away from her cunt, "I can't let you do that, only my boyfriend gets that pleasure. I was just giving you an inkling of what it would feel like."

"Fuck, you teasing the hell out of me," he groaned, his balls burning as she still slowly pumped her fist up and down his dick.

"I did it for me too, I'd love to feel this," she pumped his cock more vigorously, "hard dick inside me." She bent down on her knees in from of him, the wet sand flecking over her shins, and took his cock firmly and started to jack him off fast. He looked up into the sky rain falling on his face, groaning and grunting.

"Holy shit," he moaned as she engulfed his dick taking it to the back of his throat and then started bobbing her head up and down in moaning enthusiastically.

She sucked nosily, running her tongue round the underside of his dick as she worked, her hand steadily thrusting up and down his length. His cock popped out of her mouth and she smiled looking up at him twisting her wrist as she rubbed her hand over his knob. He was harder than he had ever been and could feel his orgasm approaching again fast. He looked down at her beautiful face, rain streaming down, dripping onto her chest and running down the valley of her breasts. Reaching down he cupped both her firm melons tweaking her hard nipples between his fingers, Jessica moaning in delight.

She continued pumping her fist up and down his shaft but was now licking along the glands under his cock head before she suckled on the bell-like knob. "fffck J-Jess- his moans broke off, so lost was he in the pleasure of this blow job; Jessica, who was going down on his dick like as if she were professional pornstar instead of a respectable actress, looking up at him with those soulful eyes of hers as she bobbed her head back and forth.




Another 'Alba' Story: the Premier



Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and does not in any way reflect the thoughts or actions of Jessica Alba. It is written for the enjoyment of those who read erotic material and I do not make any money off writing it.



A/N: Guess I'm in the mood to write again. Not too long ago I did a Sin City story and that got the ol' wheels in my perverted head turning for this little parody. To be clear this is part three of a two parter I posted in the "Another Alba Story" series: (1) 'The Rehearsal' (2) 'The Shoot' and now this one (3) 'The Premier. Oh and like with Lela Star in the first story I threw in a special guest; hope you enjoy. And yes; please do comment or e mail –INYOTEF ;) 

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A year and six months had gone by...

A year and six months since that day he sat in those plush offices in LA being offered a once in a lifetime opportunity. Since he had met his idol crush, Jessica Alba and been offered a small part in her movie: of course that part was a sex scene in which- and he still can't believe this- in which he actually got to sleep with her. First in a little rehearsal, along y. of fantastical dream. Like it had happened to someone else. But now with TV, radio, and billboards all advertising the independent films imminent release; 'Desperate Lifestyle coming soon'... not to mention all the controversy on the internet with this being Alba's official first fully nude scene; the whole beautiful memory of it all was fresh in his mind a long with the sting of the clause he had signed that he wouldn't see Jessica Alba again after they had shot the scene.

Since then his life was pretty much back to normal, selling homes, and doing parts in commercials and odd TV series as a hot dog vendor or a cop. He'd even had a couple of relationships along the way, a couple being two.

He'd been following all the movie news online and had found out that the Premier would be shot right here in his home town within the next two weeks, which meant the cast would all be present for the red carpet treatment. Ever since he had read about it and saw an interview in which E Entertainment was interviewing the movie's director John Stockwell; he had been contemplating the idea of crashing the event. After all he was technically part of the cast (he even wondered if he would be acknowledged in the credits).

It was a bold endeavor; and if he were caught the legal ramifications would be catastrophic; still the thought of seeing Jessica again was well worth the risk. All in all, it would take him another three days to work up the balls to go through with it.



*



He stood across the road on Hollywood Boulevard watching as the paparazzi stood waiting in anticipation for the stars to arrive. He was dressed in his one and only black tuxedo, the one he had worn to his high school prom a few years ago; it was dated and looked it, but he wasn't the type who frequented these types of events after all. It took two hours but finally the slew of celebrities arrived. The first among them were Scott Free, the producer, Mark Walberg who played male lead opposite Jessica, and John Stockwell, the movie's director. Jessica Alba arrived next, getting out of the limo and giving the camera's her world famous smile, and he grinned on seeing her. She was dressed in a golden, glittering strapless nightgown, with open-toed high heels. Her hair tied back in a fancy sort of way; looking every bit the Tinsel Town celeb. She paused and smiled and waved as the many different photographers tried calling out her name to take her picture, while tabloid reporters tried to get her to give statements. He was surprised when he saw actress Rosario Dawson arrive and also smile for the cameras too (She herself also breath taking in tight fitting midnight blue dress).

He decided to use the hustle and commotion to try and slip in unnoticed, and quickly moved through the crowd toward the velvet rope. Giving the security a quick glance, he slipped underneath it and mingled in among the stars trying his best to blend. It was forty-five minutes to the opening credits and everyone was heading on into the theater, and he casually walked in along with the crowd, keeping to the back and trying to figure how he'd past all the ushers. As he turned to get a line or two back he knocked into one of the officials...

'Good evening sir, name please?'

Shit, he thought, busted; so close and yet so far.

'His part of the cast,' said a voice behind him.

He turned and was shocked to see Jessica Alba standing there grinning.

'Oh, sorry Ma'am, eh Miss Alba, I didn't realize,' the official stumbled blabbering an apology.

Alba nodded politely and turned to him, 'shall we?'

'Eh- ehum, 'yes, please,' he said following her into the complex.

'I- I thought you were up front with the rest of the A- listers,' he said, still in shock.

'A guy from GQ Mag held me up, wanted to talk about a photo spread they wanted me to do again, that's how it goes in show business,' Jessica replied rolling her eyes, 'people are all as fake as the fiction we make sometimes. You know how many times producers tried getting in my pants to sell me a role; they never said as much, you know with all the sexual harassment laws, but the innuendoes were there plain as day.'

He didn't know what to say to that so he just smiled and nodded.

'Sorry, knowing I was coming to this picture, my husband and I got into a huge fight. He won't admit it, and I wouldn't ask; but I know it's because I did the nude scene. All this drama at home and I have to come here and fake a smile for the fucking press. I wish I could just sit in bed and eat a huge-ass bowl of ice cream. But no; I gotta do the premier and pitch at the after party and deal with probing questions about why Cash isn't with me tonight. Otherwise, how's things with you?'

'Eh, Same ol' I guess.'

Shit, he thought, maybe being the big movie star wasn't as glamorous as he thought. How could you live like this; having your personal life spread all over the news media for the world to see; it sucked, big time.

Thirty minutes later they were all seated and the room went dark as the Paramount Logo opened up the credits for the movie. And there it was: the opening scene where his character walked into the living room and paid to have sex with Jessica's character. There were a few awkward groans in the cinema as the sex scene played; segments edited into each other showing Mostly Jessica in full nude glory first riding him, then of him working her on the bed in a dimly lit bedroom. He swallowed as his erection swelled, remembering how great it felt doing that scene, even in that closed set with people watching (and even though he had a bit of stage fright), she was- felt- fantastic. The movie itself wasn't all that great, with lackluster performances from some of the minor stars and more than a few plot holes. He sat there thinking, Rotten Tomatoes would probably say it was Jessica Alba's raunchy scene that would put asses in seats in the cinemas, and it wasn't her sex scene with Mark Walberg they'd be talking about.

After the movie premier they all congregated in the foyer where more interviews took place and everyone gave their thoughts on the film; even he got his 60 seconds of fame commenting on how he thought it was an apt depiction of the dilemma and moral complexities facing the working class girl (or some other sophisticated sounding bullshit to that effect). He was having a word with one of the gaffers when he felt a tug on his arm and he turned to see Jessica standing there, again giving a pure smile. 

'So, I wanted to ask,' she said, 'are you coming to the after party? We're going up to Mark's pad.'

'Oh, can I..'

'I mean, yeah, yeah I'm going,' he said trying to be cool about the fact that he was actually invited to a celebrity shindig.



*



It was a totally happening swaray with all the trimmings. He walked around trying to use his wit and charm to get to know the VIP's thinking that maybe he could use the boost with his acting part-time and make it a more permanent gig. At present he was having a conversation with Jason Statham who was passing through to have a word with Mark Walberg.

'To tell you the truth, Transporter was almost a no go, but that's how it is in show biz, mate, you have your ups and downs,' he was saying.

'Hey, you!' he heard a familiar voice shout out; and since he still had that guilty sting he kind'a knew whoever it was, they were addressing him.

'I thought we had an agreement,' said Scott Free, the movie producer in an irate tone as he walked over, 'a legally binding agreement.'

The producer gripped him by the arm and nudged him out of Statham's company..

'Hey, what the fuck man?' he squirmed, yanking his arm free with an annoyed tug.

'Now, listen; you can't be here, you signed an agreement that you wouldn't see Jessica again on completion of the shoot, now...'

'Hey, Scotty, everything okay here?'

He gave a sigh of relief when Jessica Alba interrupted the disagreement, walking over with none other than her Sin City co-star Rosario Dawson.

'Jess, hello. I was just enforcing the contract your lawyer had the, gentleman, over here sign. Him showing up here can be very inconvenient, for you if you understand my meaning?' the producer said trying to persuade her.

'Last time I checked you weren't my lawyer or my agent Scott; so frankly I don't see what business this is of yours-' 

'Jessica,' Scott objected persistently. 

'Now I was the one who invited him here, so kindly butt out, or do Dave and I have to have a word about what happened in your office during pre-production?' Jessica said raising her voice slightly to drive her point.

'Ladies,' Scott said clearing his throat awkwardly, 'enjoy the rest of the night.'

Without another word, and giving him a deathly glare, Scott Free turned and made straight for the front door and left the party.

'So, you gonna tell me what happened in his office right?' Rosario piped up, breaking the silence.

Jessica sighed and visibly shook with rage, 'I don't wanna talk about it...'

'This is the guy I shot the infamous scene with,' she added, introducing him to Rosario Dawson, and at the same time changing the subject.

'Miss Dawson, it's a pleasure to meet you,' he grinned taking her hand.

'Hey,' Rosario said smiling back, 'so you're the lucky guy, huh?'

'Well-' he grinned sheepishly.

'Don't mind Rosario,' Jessica butted in, 'she thinks she's a tease. C'mon; I need another cocktail, what about you, whatta ya having?'

'Ehm, I'm good with a beer,' he said.

'Boys and their beers,' Rosario shrugged, 'its tequila and lime for me. I'm in the mood for shots.'

-

To spend the night with a woman as beautiful as Jessica Alba was treat, but having another exceptionally attractive celebrity like Rosario Dawson in his company was just hard to believe. They spent around two hours sitting on a sofa in one of three lounges chatting and talking about general stuff, not to mention throwing back more than a few drinks, and he didn't know about the ladies but he was definitely feeling the effects now.

...'So I was doing Trance with James McAvoy, and my little scene,' Rosario was saying, 'the one-'

'Where you did the full-frontal, oh my god,' Jessica finished for her, and then turned to him, 'have you seen it?'

'Nope, but when I heard about it I checked the clip on the web,' he admitted, avoiding eye contact with Rosario.

'Well, I would just die,' Jessica cringed,' no way I could do that.'

'I knew what I was in for before I did the part,' Rosario piped up, 'Danny Boyle explained what would be expected of me, so it wasn't like I saw the script and thought, oh shit I gotta put the General on display.'

He just had to ask, he couldn't hold back.

'The General?'

Rosario blushed heavily, 'my name for my vagina.'

He burst out laughing, and Jessica and Rosario did too.

'Well,' Jessica said, whipping her eyes from laughter, 'I still couldn't do that, I'd just die.'

'Eh, excuse me,' Rosario said sitting up to look at her in shock, 'were we just at the same premier, you left nothing to the imagination in that sex scene.'

'It wasn't that explicit,' Jessica said defensively.

'My only question is, how was it fucking him on camera?' Miss Dawson asked bluntly.

Jessica and he stared at each other for half a minute.

'I knew it!' Rosario said triumphantly, 'you two were screwing for real, it was all over your face in that scene Jess.' 

'Would you quiet down,' Alba hushed her, 'you wanna announce it to the entire fucking mansion.'

Rosario sat down and put her hands on Jessica's knees looking her in the eyes with an all too knowing grin on her pretty face, 'so, how was he?' she asked pointedly.

This time Jessica blushed bright red, 'Whatta you mean?'

'Sex with him, on camera,' Rosario said with emphases, 'it was like shooting porn, so hot.'

Jessica looked at him awkwardly; he however stared right back expectantly, one might even say- over-eagerly- awaiting her response...

'It was, I mean,' Jessica stammered.

'Oh c'mon,' Rosario egged on, 'we're all adults here, right?'

'Yip, she's right Jessica,' he added, 'sides, I'd as hell sure like to know how I performed with a celebrity.'

Rosario giggled, 'keep that up and you might just get another shot.'

'Excuse me?' Jessica said, shocked, 'no offence, but I did not agree to that, I am not that wasted. Or that angry with my husband.'

'It's not all about you girlfriend,' Rosario said winking her big brown eyes at him, 'I was talking about me.'

He and Jessica exchanged surprised glances again, and he swallowed nervously.

'You're not being serious,' Jessica said.

Rosario made a sexy display of sitting back and crossing her legs, 'why not, lord knows I need to get laid; especially after talk of you two doing it.'

'You, sound like you're back in school at some house party,' Jessica snapped judgmentally, 'next thing, you gonna be looking for an empty room to hook up in.'

'That's not a half bad idea,' Rosario stated, sitting bolt upright again, 'how about it, you wanna find a quiet room in the back?'

'I- eh...' he stammered.

'This is a mansion there's bound to be a dozen empty rooms in the place,' Rosario commented looking around as if she had x-ray vision, and making up her mind. And with that, she got up swiftly, 'you two coming?'

He got up ever eager despite how unreal this all was, but Jessica stayed put, 'are you out of your fucking mind, I'm not having a threesome.. I don't do that shit anymore.'

Honestly he didn't know if he should be bummed that Alba refused or shocked to her admittance that she had been in threesomes before.

'Suit yourself,' Rosario shrugged, then looked at him, 'well, let's go.'

Nothing Jessica Alba could say (short of asking him to do her instead) could keep him there; Rosario Dawson wanted to fuck him, who the hell was he to say no to that.

_



They made their way up the master staircase to the second floor and down the hall looking for a room. Heading for the furthest, they found themselves in a study.

'Guess this will just have to do,' Rosario said, turning to him and pushing him against the door. She kissed him full on the lips, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Her lips were soft and luscious and he nipped and sucked them as they made out feverishly. Rosario slid down on her knees in front of him making a spectacle of erotically rubbing her hands down his tux coat and then undoing his belt and zip; his trousers pooling at his ankles. His boxers tented before her and she grinned looking up at him with those big brown eyes. She then used her teeth to bite and pull his boxers down, his erection springing free and dangling in front of her face- hot damn this lady was so fucking sexy.

'So I know you want nothing more than for me to suck you off, but for right now I need you in me first,' Rosario purred.

'Fuck, I got no problem with that,' he said, already out of breath.

Rosario looked around the dim room for a comfortable spot, 'c'mon, on the chair.'

She got up and went over to the leather wingback in the corner; then slipped off the tight fitting blue dress she wore, standing before him in matching lace red bra and panties, and red open toe high heels. She then kicked the shoes off and slid off her panties then undid her bra.

She was breath-taking; her body was firm, yet supple, her big tits were full and round, her light brown nipples jutting out in the cool air. Her pussy, a bald thin slit without any access lips; his dick throbbed with anticipation. Rosario sat down on the chair and spread her legs for him and he groaned looking at her moist little love pocket as it peeled open just for him. He got on his knees before her lining up, his dick glazing over her sex.

'FFFuck, me,' he whispered as he pushed into her slowly.

Rosario shut her eyes as she felt his hardness sink into her inch by inch, her pussy clenching, and stretching around him. He drove further, finding a little resistance he pulled out and drove in deeper. Slowly she relaxed and lubed up allowing him to have an easier go at it until he was in a steady rhythm thrusting in and out of her.

She was so moist and tight and warm, he worked that pussy, spreading her legs and heaving into her gritting and groaning as he pumped, and pumped.

'Ooh fuck that's good,' Rosario squirmed going cross-eyed. She put her hands under her knees and spread her legs a bit further, 'Ohfuckohfuckohfuck.. Omigod.'

His balls ached with the building pressure but he kept his pace watching as his dick slid in and out, out and in, then in and holding for a second before going again. Soon his face was sweating with all the exertion and his pace slowed considerably until he was just gently thrusting in and out.

He stopped all together and looked down at her, her eyes closed as she mused to herself enjoying the tingles that ran through her delicious body.

'How about that cock suck,' he suggested hopefully.

'Hmmm, I think you earned it,' she smiled, opening her eyes to look up at him.

Too their surprise they both jumped as a third voice spoke, 'just don't finish him off.'

Rosario and he turned to see Jessica shut the door behind her and lock it looking at them with a sheepish smile, 'guess I was tempted.'

'I was wondering how long it'd take for you to come around,' Rosario grinned. 

Jessica walked closer and put her handbag down on the table, then she unabashedly got on her knees and gripped his cock firmly and started jerking him off.

'Oh fuck mee,' he groaned again. 'Holy shit,' he squirmed as she took him into her warm, wet mouth and started sucking aggressively.

This certainly wasn't the apprehensive woman he met in her apartment. Jessica ran her plump lips up and down his cock, her saliva quickly building; using her hand to steadily pump it as she used all her cock sucking expertise. She took a couple of breaths as she relaxed then opened her mouth wider and went down further till her nose was in his pubes, his dick sliding into her esophagus, where it massaged his tip for a few tantalizing seconds. She gasped as she came up, teary-eyed, spit dribbling down her chin, but despite it all she smiled and winked at him.

Alba stood up and slipped out of her dress and was soon standing in front of him in all her nude glory. She walked him back against the wingback and he fell into it, then she spun around and spread her round ass for him teasingly, and he breathlessly looked at her bare moist sex that peeked out between her thighs. She looked back and sat down on his cock, gritting as he penetrated her.

'Jeez,' she was even tighter than Rosario (who was now content to just sit and watch from the office table at the moment), his dick being squeezed by her clenching vaginal walls.




Another 'Alba' Story: the Premier



Alba took a breath and started rising and sinking, working her hips back and forth as she trust, his familiar cock feeling incredible filling her out. She spread her legs and pushed her shoulders to his chest and gripped his knees and kept on thrusting; working her pussy as best she could. He wrapped his hands around her flat tummy and spread his leg, driving his waist up into her humping her and matching the pace she had set. The sizeable study was silent except for the sound of heavy breathing and slapping together of hot sweating flesh, as he and Jessica Alba again fucked with vigor and vim.

Jessica turned her head to him and kissed him between thrusts. He held her chin to steady her a bit, sliding his tongue into her mouth and feeling her lustfully reciprocate. While making out, she continued to slowly work her soft pussy up and down his cock, clenching and gripping it divinely.

He sat up and rubbed her clit and started thrusting a bit faster working to stimulate himself, then he got up with Jessica and pushed her over the oak office desk, her tits squashed atop the cold wood. He got behind, her, dick still snuggly inside her and started driving into her as fast as he could. Alba grit her teeth as his thighs slammed into hers over and over and over again. The way her buttocks rippled with each powerful thrust drove him crazy with lust, and before long his balls were aching. His thrusts became more and more erratic, and Jessica felt him pulse inside her, her perfect pussy narrowing in anticipation as within two more strokes he froze and gushed inside her, pumping his thick white seed deep into her eager body...

The both held still over the desk spent for about a minute before he stepped back and slid out of Jessica who stood up panting heavily and turned to him wrapping her arms around his neck, 'sorry for interrupting the party.'

All he could do was grin in appreciation.

'You damn well better be sorry,' Rosario said, deciding to speak up, 'I wasn't done with him.'

Jessica stepped away from him and looked down at his semi-erect dick (now slick with both her and Rosario's mingled pussy loob), 'He looks all hosed out, we're gonna have to give him a few minutes to recuperate.'

'Fine by me, but we gonna have to pass the time somehow,' Rosario said with a sultry smile that had his cock already swelling up, 'it's been a while since someone went down on me.'

He looked at her and took full advantage of the request as he stepped up to Rosario and lay down between her legs, she looked down at him smiling, then sat straight down on his face, her pussy placed delicately on his lips. He reached up and gripped her hips to steady her as he began licking and lashing at her sweet sex, Rosario immediately twitching and moaning at the sheer feeling.

A muffled groan left his lips as he felt a sloppy sensation around his dick, and he left off his cunning endeavors with Rosario Dawson to put chin to chest to look down his own body to see the heavenly sight of Jessica Alba down on all fours giving him a blow job. She firmly gripped the base of his cock and stroked it as she pivoted her head up and down noisily sucking him off expertly. He meantime, went back to pleasing Rosario (who gave an impatient groan waiting on him), and now used two of his fingers to pry her cunt open so he could stick his tongue inside her. He kept this up for a little while then stuck the middle finger of his left hand deep in her curling it in a way that made her jump.

All the while Jessica had his dick rock hard again as she sucked hard building up saliva and gliding her lips up and down his length with her sultry Prowers. She got up and held his dick steady as she straddled him on the plush carpet, then gently guided him back inside herself not stopping till he was all the way in. She smiled as he groaned then started effortlessly thrusting up and down working her hips back and forth as she worked his hard cock.

Rosario was finding it hard to sit on his face the way she was squirming, and reaching forward to stop herself from toppling over she gripped one of Jessica's tits. Alba jumped with shock, sinking down on his cock. Liking the feel, Rosario reached out a groped both Jessica's tits, and after finding her balance started kneading and molesting them, simultaneously grinding her pussy onto his mouth. Jessica moaned in approval and started riding his cock again, slowly thrusting up and down enjoying every little sensation that was running through her sensual body.

'I want to fuck him,' Rosario told her friend.

Jessica opened her eyes and smiled, and then she got off him. Rosario shuffled down, back to him, squatting over his thighs and gripped his dick. She carefully aimed it and eased her waist down gritting as he slid back into her needy pussy. She wasted no time, balancing herself she started thrusting her waist up and down. Wanting to help her friend, Jessica knelt over his knees and held onto Rosario's shoulders and she, Rosario, panted and fucked as best she could with him gripping her round ass and slamming it up and down on his pelvis. Jessica's hand went further down and she started rubbing Rosario's clit. She twitched and yelped, but Alba shut her mouth by kissing her full on her lips. Their mouths clashed together, their tongues dueling as they French kissed there right before him. He nearly blew right there with how hot it was... but Rosario was the first to go...

Her eyes disappeared into her skull as her body twitched and tensed. He thrust into her as her pussy tightened around his cock, and drenched it as she lost herself in her ferocious climax. She gave a few more awkward thrusts before collapsing on the carpet next to him out of breath...

'Fuck, that was hot,' Jessica said looking down at Rosario's glistening, naked form.

'Eh-huh,' was her elated reply.

Jessica Alba crawled back on top of him and helped herself back on his cock. She pla ced both hands flat on his abdomen and ground her hips back and forth, thrusting into him energetically. Her gleaming eyes were focused on his as she fucked him without let up, working her swollen sex up and down.

'Holly shit,' he groaned, feeling his balls numb and ache.

'Yeah, yeah, yes, yes, nnngh.. eh, fuckme,' Jessica moaned and huffed as she sat up and bounced up and down.

He groped her firm ass and squeezed her cheeks then spread them wide as he tried to thump into her. Alba fell forward, tits squashed against his chest as she kept right on thrusting, digging her fingers into the carpet and pinching her toes as the blissful feeling swept over her.

She shut her eyes, engulfing his entire dick as she came, her pussy clenching and gripping around his girth as she wet it with her excretions. Freezing as she tensed and twitched, her anus, pelvis, and pussy stiffened momentarily and as she regained her senses she started grinding and thrusting again. Her sex squelched with all the moisture and she soaked his dick as her vagina slid up and down it. She was completely focused on his hard dick that filled her so completely; all she wanted was to pleasure him, to thank him for make her feel like a goddess. She moved slowly, sensually, gliding her sweaty sex up the length of his dick and then sinking all the way down, doing it over and over again, torturing him with sexually agony.

His dick pulsed inside her, is scrotum ached as his load built rapidly. Her pussy gripped so tightly round his member, wet-nursing it, tingle every little nerve ending.

'Cum for me.. cumformecumformecumforme..' she whispered over and over again in his ear, now delirious with ecstasy.

He groaned out loud and gripped her ass tighter forcing her to stop moving then he pushed his hips up, driving deep into her and again ejaculated his load in her wanting sex...

...For a few minutes the trio lay motionless on the floor enjoying the release of endorphins that were humming through their sweat slick bodies...

Rosario was the first to move, 'We better get back to that party before we're missed.'

'You guys will be, I won't,' was his reply.

Jessica and Rosario laughed out loud. They all got dressed and left the study sneaking back down to the party and running smack into Mark Walberg...

'Where the fuck'd you guys come from,' Mark asked curiously seeing people sneaking around his pad.

He, Rosario, and Jessica looked at one another...

'Really Mark, a Lady never kisses and tells,' Rosario winked, then took Jessica's hand and walked on past him.

Mark was flabbergasted as he looked at him; he just shrugged, 'Mr. Walberg I'm a huge fan,' he said.

With that he walked past Mark and followed the girls who had gone outside.

He found Jessica by her limo, 'thanks for the nights events, but I think I'm gonna head home, it was really nice seeing you again.'

And again; without another word Jessica shut the door and the car pulled away. He looked around and it seemed Rosario Dawson had called it night as well...

He gave a content sigh, then spun on his heel and walked to his car with a little skip in his step.

THE END



Another 'Alba' Story: The Rehearsal



Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and does not in any way reflect the thoughts or actions of either Jessica Alba or Lela Star (even if the latter was a pornographic performer). It is written for the enjoyment of those who read erotic material and I do not make any money off writing it.

A/N: Hey guys, as many are asking me to write a story on Jessica Alba (Even posting it in the comments of my DA stories) I decided to give in and add a tale to what will now be "Another 'ALBA' story" series. Keep in mind though that this does not continue the two parter I posted before, it is a stand alone story; in fact I started this idea on chyoo but didn't complete it so I thought I should just make a story of it even if it isn't really related. Anyway the idea is to have this in two parts (part1: 'The Rehearsal' and part two: 'The Shoot'). Oh and I just think Lela Star is the hottest pornstar out there so I had to use her! So to those who enjoy my Alba stories, please show your appreciation by commenting at the end -- INYOTEF ;) 

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'Well, I suppose first and foremost; we should welcome you and thank you for coming...' 'Please, tell us how long you've been in acting?'

He sat there looking around the boardroom; everything looked expensive... Everything screamed Hollywood; and by some unforeseen fortuitous events, that was where he found himself. He wasn't big on acting, hell all he really did was a few foot commercials. So when he got the call to say that some producers from Paramount Pictures wanted to see him, he was shocked.

Over the phone they had told him that he'd been offered a small part in a new movie by director John Stockwell; (he didn't know the name but after checking the Net he found out it was the guy who directed Into the Blue one of his favourite films) so with that knowledge he had decided not to stare a gift hoarse in the mouth.

...'Acting experience sir?' the producer, a man named Scott Free repeated.

'Eh, huh- sorry,' he mumbled, 'I really don't have much experience, did a few powder commercials for Athlete's Foot, and some Nivea lotion adds as well. And last year I did a small part in a movie playing a rent-a-cop; you know one of those one line deals.'

'I see,' said Scott, 'well this part doesn't require much speaking and it'll be shot in a pretty closed set, using only the amount of personnel needed.'

'Oh,' he replied, he didn't know why but he was really nervous, and even though the room was well air conditioned he was sweating like a pig, 'what is the movie about by the way?'

'It's a drama, called "Desperate Lifestyle,"' said the producer, 'it's about a young woman and single mother raising a child and making a living as a self-employed prostitute; the lead will be played by Jessica Alba.'

'Oh... wow,' he blurt out. Jessica Alba was a long time crush his had since her early days in "Dark Angel." 'Will I get a chance to meet Ms Alba?' he asked, unable to hide the hopeful grin forming on his face.

'Of course, you'll be shooting the opening scene with her,' the producer said, smirking slightly.

'Really? What do I have to do?' he asked now too exited to hold himself in anymore; he never imagined he'd get the opportunity to act alongside his idol.

'What you do right now is read through these forms Ms Alba's lawyers insisted on writing up and sign at the bottom; with that out of the way it's best if you meet up with Ms Alba and her associate tomorrow for her to explain the details.'

He looked over the legal document word for word, including the clause at the bottom; it included things like "take legal action if I record the scene and/or release it to the public," and "Will not look up Ms Alba once the contract is seen through," and the weirdest part was, "I will undergo and submit to an Aids test before filming"- either way he thought a chance like this happened once a lifetime, and besides he had recently gone for a test, so he signed it and handed it over.

'Thank you sir,' the producer said, 'tomorrow a limo will pick you up here at the studio at eight sharp and take you to meet Jessica Alba, please be on time?'

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He hadn't slept a wink; he'd just tossed and turned, just way too exited at the prospects before him. He was actually going to meet Jessica Alba- Damn he couldn't even watch "Into the Blue without sporting a boner- sure she was married with two kids, but hey a guy could fantasies right? Besides he caught her spread for GQ magazine and for a woman who brought two kids into the world she looked insanely gorgeous!

He sat in the Limo as it drove through Downtown LA; they were on their way to an apartment that Paramount had rented for Alba while they were filming. It was the only thing she had asked for; which was a reasonable request; unlike two tons of cherries like some music divas demanded.

It took about twenty minutes given the heavy traffic to arrive at the place. It was a modest building for a celebrity to be staying in; but that was probably the point, as most celebs tried to avoid paparazzi at every turn. The limo driver lead the way into the building to the security desk and told the guard Ms Tills appointment had arrived. The rent-a-cop gave a knowing smile and called up...

'Ms Tills says you can come on up sir; number 24b,' the guard said to him.

He nodded and headed over to the elevator...

'That's the fourth floor,' the guard called out as he entered.

He stood in the elevator as it ascended feeling like a clichéd kid on Christmas- this was it; he was finally going to meet, in his opinion, the sexiest woman in the world! He got out of the elevator and walked down the corridor to the apartment- 24b- and rang the bell; then heard footsteps approaching from inside. The lock clicked and the door swung open, and there she stood- Jessica Alba herself.

She was casually dressed as she stood before his with a warm, pearly white smile on her angelic face. She wore a thin sleeveless cream top (through which her lace bra was clearly visible) and white shorts; and as his eyes ran down her long silky legs he noticed her bare feet in a pair of flip-flops. He shook his head and made himself look back up at her face and noticed that her golden brown hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail...

'Ms Alba,' he managed to get out.

'Hi,' Alba said, mentioning his name, 'why so formal; call me Jessica...' 'Please, c'mon in.'

It was a modest place, and he imagined Alba was accustomed to a much more lavish lifestyle; but it definitely felt 'homely.' Alba lead the way to the living room where there was a massive custom made white, leather sofa, and sat in it with her foot under her ass, then gestured for him to join her.

'So; I got off the phone with Scott Free like a minute a go and he gave me the rundown of the meeting you had yesterday,' Alba said getting straight to the point.

'Ehm, yeah, I have to say I was surprised that I was called in, like I told the producer I'm just a guy who does commercials, acting is like a part time gig, I'm actually in real estate.'

'Oh really, residential or commercial?' she asked with a smile.

'Res- residential,' he replied (damn, why was he so nervous, he was actually flustering).

'Well I suppose we gotta talk about the scene,' Alba said, bending over and grabbing the glass off ice water on the coffee table and taking a sip... 'Oh sorry, would you like something to drink?' she offered politely.

'Eh, no I'm good; thanks.'

'Damn,' she said looking up at the clock on the wall, 'Lela is running late, she's supposed to have be here ten minutes ago.'

'Lela?' he questioned.

'Yeah,' Alba said putting the glass back down, 'Paramount hired her as a consultant...'

'This is kind of a risky move for me, I've never done a nude scene before,' Alba said nervously biting the manicured nail of her forefinger.

Maybe he should have accepted the drink he thought, because all of a sudden his mouth went dry as he thought of Jessica Alba going nude on camera... 'e-hum- like I said I'm surprised I was chosen.'

'Yeah well, Mark Wahlberg is playing the lead; his character is an ex-con who falls in love with my character after paying for her services...' 'But you are shown in the opening scene as an introduction to Lexis, my character, you say two or three lines and then we shoot the sex scene that will run through the opening credits,' Alba explained.

He swallowed hard- Did Jessica Alba just say they were shooting a sex scene together...

Just then the doorbell rang; and Alba got up leaving him with his frazzled thoughts.

He heard speaking in the passage after Jessica came back with a cute little Latina woman with an incredibly hot body; she too was dressed in a pink vest and denim jeans, with a pair of high heel sandals which didn't do much as she was quite short. On looking at her face he again nearly felt his heart give out- It was Lela Star the pornstar!

Lela walked over to him with a really cute smile, stretching her hand out for him to shake... 'Hi, I'm Lela; you must be the guy shooting the scene with Jessica.'

'Yeah,' he said getting up from the sofa and giving his name as he shook her hand, 'don't take this the wrong way, Ms Star, but I'm a real fan of your work.'

Lela giggled girlishly and took a seat, 'yeah, I'll bet you are. I'm retired now though, and it's Lela.'

'I read on the internet that you were with a guy,' he commented, taking a seat as well.

'Eh-huh, I got myself a man and he ain't into sharing me with other guys,' Lela laughed, 'So now I get to do producing and consulting work; and I still do a few spreads here and there, but it's all solo snaps...'

'Which brings us down to business,' Alba cut in, 'So welcome Lela.'

'Thanks.' 

Lela turned to both of them getting into "work mode," and he could only imagine that is what she did when she was preparing to fuck some guy in one of her many blue movies (or at least how she used to).

'So this is a sort of first time deal for both of you, and you have to ease into it like the first time you had sex. It's gonna be awkward plus you're gonna be self-conscious about people watching-'

Lela stopped talking when she saw the smirk'ish smile on his face, 'I'm sorry did I say something funny?'

'Eh- no,' he answered, 'I just find it weird that they got a pornstar as the consultant for a mainstream movie.'

Immediately Lela frowned and looked at Jessica, who had a guilty look on her face, 'sorry,' Alba said, 'but we hadn't got into the details yet. I'm not exactly comfortable with it myself.'

'I guess it is kind of daunting,' Lela pointed out, 'should I lay it bare or are-'

'No,' Alba interjected, 'I'll explain the situation.'

Needless to say he was wholly confused as to what the two stunning performers were on about, but he paid attention when Jessica turned to him looking into her beautiful brown eyes.

'I've kinda been out of the limelight for a while just doing odd roles here and there, like in Machete and Spy Kidz 3D, so I needed to get a lead role again. Anyway my PR guy said I should seriously consider doing a nude scene, and after discussing it with my husband we decided it was okay...' 

He nodded as she spoke, not exactly sure how to react, so he just threw out a random, 'okay...'

'When a nude scene became a sex scene, Cash got a little irate, but I assured him it would be tasteful. After the Paramount guys got together with the director and the writers it was decided that the movie needed an edge which upped the age restriction to the max...'

...'And I'm guessing the sex scene was no longer tasteful?' he said putting 2 and 2 together.

Alba took another sip of water, her nervousness now showing, 'well; yeah...' 'I was just supposed to go topless while acting as if I was, y'know, riding a guy- you actually.. But then they wanted the scene to upstage the "Monsters Ball" scene with Halle and Bill-bob...'

His eye widened as he thought back to the scene that boarded on softcore porn.

Jessica stopped talking as if she couldn't bring her self to continue, then she took a breathe and spoke, 'They, suggested,' she rolled her eyes, 'that for it to work, the sex, would have..to be...' ...'real...' she fished turning red with embarrassment.

The words played pinball in his brain before settling and sinking in... 'Real!' he repeated.

'Real,' Alba confirmed, looking down.

'Real?' he asked again as if he needed to make absolutely sure she had suggested what was impossible.

Jessica nodded.

'And you- your husband is okay with this?'

'Are you fucking insane,' Alba blurted out, 'he can't know about this; he won't go and watch the movie,' she put her head in her hands,' thank god he won't...'

She looked back up, 'but yes, I'm up for it. I've never been a prude, so we're here to prepare to shoot this scene; sort of an audition...' 'And that's why Lela Star has been called on as a consultant, she's accustomed to having sex on film.'

'Well,' Lela grinned, feeling the tension in the room and trying to relax the mood, 'now that that's all out in the open let's get started.'

She turned to Jessica first, 'I think for this to become comfortable we need to get into a "comfort zone" of sorts, meaning, like maybe you two should figure out here how to proceed, maybe even get the really awkward stuff out of the way. I mean he'll blow his load in ten seconds otherwise...'

'Excuse me,' he blurted out.

'Look I know you're a guy and you got that whole ego thing,' Lela said waving her finger dramatically, 'but you one of a million guys who would wanna fuck Jessica Alba...'

'Performance anxiety could set in or you could be overwhelmed by the reality of it.' 

'Reality of it?' he questioned.

'Of actually pushing you cock in her sweetie, once you do you'll probably blow sooner rather than later. 

Jessica Alba had a worried yet bemused expression on her face listening to how frankly Lela Star was talking, which she, Lela, caught.

She smiled at Alba reassuringly, 'what I'm saying is with all this pressure, it may not be a good idea to do it on the day of the shoot.'

'Then what do you suggest?' Jessica asked again nervously biting her fingernail. 

'Well wherever I have the opportunity I try and, like fuck the guy I'm performing with beforehand so that we're a both a little more comfortable with each others bodies.

Jessica gulped and he tried to hold himself together...

'Making out is something you do in all your movies so why not start with that,' Lela proposed.

'You mean now?' Alba quipped, sheepishly.

'Well, you did say this was like an audition, so why don't we turn it into a rehearsal instead?'

Alba looked over at him and in stupidity, while trying to respond all he managed was a stupid grin, which made her roll her eyes...

'Ok,' she said, nonetheless.

His heart beat faster as Alba shuffled closer to him across the sofa. She sat next to him and stuck her tongue out wetting her plump lips then leaned in and pressed them against his. They were so soft and delicate as they pushed against his; Alba opening her mouth slightly and letting his lower lip slide between hers then sucked it gently. Boldly he slipped his tongue into her mouth and his tip made contact with hers; he felt her go rigid momentarily then relax before running her tongue in his mouth in return.

They were in a full make out session and he reached up and cupped her face as she took his tongue into her mouth and sucked on it. God he was getting hot, his erection already straining in his trousers. He pushed forward trying to guide Jessica down onto the sofa but her body stiffened again before she broke the kiss, breathing irregularly.

Lela grinned widely, 'now that had to of got you both riled up, huh...?' 'So why don't we kick it up a notch?'

She moved next to him and smiled sweetly, 'Just relax,' she purred, and then reached for his groin and groped his hard-on through his trousers and fondled it.

Oh.. Fuck', he whispered. This wasn't happening! He had just made out with Jessica Alba and now Lela Star was rubbing his cock. 

Next to him Jessica gasped as she watched the pornstalett, fondle the man looking down at the bulge in his pants.

Lela smiled then reached for the waistband of his pants and tugged it down releasing his rock hard cock- Both woman gasping at the sight of it.

'That's a nice cock,' Lela laughed, 'I like it when it curves like that.'

She looked up at Jessica, 'it's been a while since I've been with another man too.' With that she gripped his dick firmly feeling it throb as his body stiffened, then slowly stroked it.

His eyes snapped shut as Lela Star gave him a handjob, groaning in sheer pleasure; and when she gripped the tip of his shaft and rolled her fist in circles he nearly came right there and then. Lela started jerking faster and harder watching his face as it reflected the pleasure he felt; he was so close, he was going blow any second. She winked at him hen moved her hair out of the way before running the flat of her tongue over his knob. He twitched at the feeling of her wet tongue, then grunt out loud as she slipped him into her mouth- 'HOLY FUCK!' 

Lela ran his pulsing cock in and out of her wet oral cavity bobbing her head steadily; spit drooling over his cock flesh. She slurred him out and sniffed then masturbated him again- then to torture him she stopped letting go of his aching dick.

'No!' he cried looking up and opening his eyes; then fell silent as he watched Lela take Alba's hand and guide it to his raging cock!

Jessica's eyes widened and she wanted to pull away, but instead grabbed hold of the long smooth penis, feeling it throb.

His groans were renewed as his idol took firm hold of his erection and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Jessica could feel Lela's saliva as she gripped firmly then gasped as she jerked down and with his foreskin pulling back; sticky pre-cum oozed out of his pee-hole. Attentively she started jerking his cock, running her hand up and down it, feeling every pulse and twitch as it livened to her touch. She leaned a bit over him and worked a bit faster, squeezing his dick slightly.

'Awwwe, fuckmee,' he growled.

Alba gasped again as his throbbing increased, his dick pulsing as if it were alive, then all at once spurts of thick white ropes of cum shot into the air, several at a time before she felt his erection go soften in her hand. She wiped the mess on her hand over his trouser that was already messed from his ejaculation and sat back a bit unsure of herself. It had been a long time since she had done that to a man, but she wasn't surprised, men usually couldn't take her jacking them off- proudly she smiled to herself- she still had it.

He sat there momentarily caught between two worlds, the one was reality (one he didn't believe he was in), and the other was in a place where pleasure was the very air you breathed. he opened his eyes to find Lela smiling brightly at him and turned to find Jessica slightly embarrassed.

'So, that was something,' Lela said happily, 'at least we broke the ice.' 

Jessica gave slight plaintive smile, and he could see she was still guilty about doing this- guilt which was compounded by her just masturbating him.

Lela looked at him and spoke sweetly, 'So, are you still with us baby?'

He sat up and caught his breath rearing to go, wondering what could possibly be next the stared gobsmacked as Lela stood up and pulled off her vest revealing her firm round tits, taught, pierced tummy and cute little star tattoo above her left hip. She then unbuckled her denim shorts and shimmied out of them standing before him in a sexy black thong.

'How you doing there, is that cock getting hard again?' she asked turning around and showing him her succulent round butt, her firm buttocks begging to be squeezed.





Another 'Alba' Story: The Rehearsal



His cock was definitely swelling again, as Jessica's hundredth gasp notified. Lela grinned and sat back down next to him and went to tug his pants down his hips then gripped his growing erection and jerked it again, looking up at him with her sparkling eyes.

To his surprise Jessica moved closer again, and pushed her lips to his, immediately slipping her tongue into his mouth.

'There you go,' Lela giggled before engulfing his cock again and gliding it in and out of her mouth briskly.

He groaned into Alba's mouth while sucking on her bottom lip with Lela working wonders on his cock. Jessica moaned in return and slid her tongue over his following his lead as they kissed. Growing ever bolder he slipped his hand under her top and groped her tit through her bra. Alba moaned again and deepened the kiss; slowly but surely she was giving in.

Lela tore herself off his cock and watched them as they made out then got up and climbed on top of him. He stopped kissing Jessica and was now focused on her breasts in front of him- which he took hold of and gently kneaded. He moved in and latched onto one of Lela Star's rigid nipples, suckling and gnawing on it before lapping it with his tongue. He licked and kissed her tits, worshiping the soft fleshy mounds as she moaned in approval. He looked down to see her fingers dancing in her thong between her legs wondering how far she was supposed to go as a consultant; but that question was answered with her taking his hand and guiding it between her legs.

'Ahh,' Lela cried out as he touched her core, feeling his hand cup her fully. She bucked her hips and ground them down on his hand.

She was wet, nearly dripping wet he thought as he ran his fingers over hers sex- and shaven clean, with just a tuft of pubic hair above her clit. She responded to his touch; moaned as he rubbed her clit with his thumb, her body quivering in pleasure. Next to him Alba sat and stared at the two of them, she watched as Lela gripped his cock again and stroked it steadily while he rubbed her quim- and despite herself the flushes of arousal were growing stronger.

Lela fell back onto the sofa and splayed her legs then pulled her thong from her crotch revealing her fat pussy- her plump clit peaked from its hood and her brown lips were soaked. She starched her thong and looked at him filled with lust... 'Put your cock in that pussy,' she soughed.

It was what he was hoping to hear with his cock now aching with need. He went to lay over her and she ran her legs up his waist as he pushed his knob against her pussy lips. He gave a thrust forward but it was too high and his cock slid over her pussy; then getting back in position he nudged at her entrance and drove forward.

'Oh god!' he groaned as his cock slid into the slick vaginal tunnel of Lela Star, her ample folds smearing him with her sticky secretions. He drove further filling her slowly and feeling her stretch around him. She held onto him and whimpered as more cock filled her. Halfway in he pulled out slightly and eased back thrusting deeper, her walls closing around and massaging his cack with a moist warmth. Slowly he started moving inside her, thrusting in and out- god did it ever feel good!

'Ohh, oh god,' Lela moaned like the professional tart she was, holding him close as he fucked her, 'yess fuck my pussy, fuckitfuckit,' she squealed.

Behind them Alba watched on in awe as they fucked on the sofa he body betraying her mind as it broke out in a cold sweat and her pussy getting moist; she bit her lip and wanted to share their lust.

Lela's eyes snapped shut as she tried to buck her hips and take his cock in the angle she wanted, hotly moaning with every plunge into the slick depths of her vagina; wholeheartedly urging him on. He in turn worked harder and faster, now slapping between her thighs, her heavy breathing and the squeaking of the leather upholstery filling his ears. Suddenly Lela's legs slackened and she halted his movements...

He stopped and looked at her to find her smiling, 'I think Jessica wants some too.'

A mid the intense pleasure of being nestled deep in Lela Star's swollen sex, the words sunk in and settled and he looked up at Jessica- something was different; the apprehension was gone, or at least buried under unbridled lust that flickered behind her soft doe eyes. He slid his throbbing member out of Lela who whimpered at the loss of feeling and sat back up on the sofa. Alba's eyes gazed down at his swollen cock now slick with Lela's fluids and swallowed.

Then she slowly got up and kicked off her flip-flops then loosened her shorts and slid them off standing before him in a pair of lace turquoise panties. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and held her breathe as his cock twitched with anticipation; then slid them down her smooth, silky, tan legs. She stood up and he looked down at her clean shaven quim; her clit was peeking and her dirty brown lips were glistening with her moisture- Goddamn, he thought; did Jessica Alba have a beautiful pussy or what! 

Alba looked at him, her cheeks pink with embarrassment, slowly letting out the breathe she held. She straddled him and he looked at her thin, tight pussy hovering above his cock. He held his breathe as she reached down and gripped him firmly, stoking him a few times, and then gave a loud grunt as she settled his tip against her hole. 

He couldn't believe it, this was it; he was going to have SEX with JESSICA ALBA!

'OH shiiit,' he growled as Alba dropped her waist and swallowed the tip of his cock; after all the unease and uncertainty she had hit the point of no return; she had gone through with it.

'Ohh,' she mewled as his dick pushed into the squelching folds and into her sex, gliding up her caressing vaginal duct. She was so tight, he thought, so warm and wet; her walls gripping around his penis and tickling all his nerve endings sending shudders along his spine. Alba stretched open and filled out around his throbbing cock; she adjusted her hips and bucked them pushing her ass out and pressing down until he bottomed out. She held still, savoring the moment and trying to grow accustomed to the feel of an unfamiliar penis filling her pussy, while he just revelled in the sheer mind blowing experience of having speared this stunning Hollywood celebrity. He opened his eyes and looked at her; her face was tilted to the side and her eyes were closed while she clenched her jaw. She took a deep breathe then lifted her waist feeling him slide out of her halfway, clenching her vaginal muscles, then pushed down again with a heavenly shudder. She did it and second time, then a third, slowly getting a feel for the shape and length of his cock then gently fell into a steady rhythm.

He griped her waist and watched her beautiful face as she rocked up and down; watched her scowl then grit her teeth as the pleasure of sex reflected over her angelic features. She moved a little faster, getting used to the size of him, sliding her vagina further up his length before slamming back down. He felt her pussy grow warmer inside as it gripped and clamped around his dick slipping up and down. God it was incredible; she was incredible- she slowed to a near stop, taking him all the way inside her greasy pussy and sat back so that he could watch her circle her waist; her pussy lips pressed against his pubic hair.

She leaned a little back and put her left hand on his right knee then bucked her hips and ground back and forth while squeezing him with her cunt, it made him grit and leak some seminal fluid inside her. Jessica reached for the hem of her top and pulled it off; strands of her hair catching on it then sticking to her sweaty brow. She then reached behind herself and unclasped her bra and shrugged it off, freeing her clammy breasts. They were firm and round without any sag (which he couldn't fathom seeing as how she had children), her stiff brown nipples jutting out erotically. He went in to grope her but she pushed him down and hugged him then started thrusting her waist up and down with her butt pushed out. 

Her tender cooch slid up and down his cock in a blur, her spill leaking and smearing over his shaft; her divine ass rippling as it tapped on his lap over and over. Jessica was breathing and moaning into his ear over come by the coiling euphoria in her body.

'Ohh god nnnfff, yes- Ah fcknnngghnnth,' she gasped and whined.

He grit as the friction of her slippery, swollen cunt persistently waxing his cock was growing too much for him and he felt the on coming of his second climax.

Alba held her steady pace, her tits rubbing against his chest her sensitive nipples grazing over the coarse material of his T-shirt. Her pussy was growing numb, her clit starting to throb; her body quivering in mounting bliss. She could feel him pulse as his dick continued to piston in and out of her body; but could he just hold out a little longer?

'Jessica, huh I- I'm gonna cum,' he warned her, not sure if she wanted him to let go inside her.

Her response was to move slower until she was just humping a portion of his dick. His cock throbbed almost painfully now his balls tingling...

'I- I got morning hrrn- morning after pills,' he heard Jessica say as she continued the pleasurably torturous slow humping, flexing her cunt around his dick.

It was all he needed to hear- He gripped her buttocks, pulling them wide apart and stretching her pliant pussy then trust up into her slapping his thighs into her ass feeling his load draw from his balls...

'Shiit, here it-' FFFFFFfffck,!' he groaned as he exploded in her, Jessica Alba grimacing as she felt the gush of sperm fill her; her pussy clamping down and milking his pulsing dick...

She gave a few more awkward thrusts until she felt him calm and his dick go flaccid in her vagina; he in turn slumped back on the sofa; spent. 

He felt Jessica get off him and winced as his sensitive cock slipped out of her sex. She gathered her clothing and looked down at him then over at Lela who had watched the whole thing... 'I- I'm gonna take a shower, the details of the scene is in the file,' she said softly then left the room.

He and Lela heard the bedroom door shut and knew she wouldn't be returning.

He was still completely exhausted having to have sex with two of the hottest woman in their respective industries, so for now he kind of just stayed put slumped there on the sofa. Sitting up against the sofa arm, Lela Star watched him with a knowing smile on her face.

'Well, you look pretty beat,' she giggled girlishly, 'I think Jessica may have been too much woman for you. Sista's got skills.'

He looked up at Lela questioningly.

'That whole hip role thing she did; damn I thought you'd blow with that one,' Lela explained with a flustered look on her face.

He found his stamina and sat up, 'I thought you didn't perform?" he asked her.

'Eh, was that a complaint?' Lela snapped playfully, not at all bothered to be sitting there naked while chatting with him. 

He raised his hands in defence, 'not at all, I was just curious.'

Lela pouted, and then smiled at him rolling her eyes, 'I don't actually perform anymore,' she replied. 'Well not on film; I'm out of the, fucking, side of porn. As a consultant I deal with girls in the industry, helping them ease into guy/girl shoots...'

'Paramount called me for this gig and I thought cool y'know, coz I, like, get to work with Jessica Alba; I mean it may help me catch a break into mainstream media. Then they asked if I'd consider fucking you for another eight grand, so that I could get the whole vibe going for Jessica, and I was, like yeah that'd be cool. Only I explained that I haven't really been with another guy in a while...'

'But yeah, it was fun y'know; I miss fucking other men, I mean I love sex, like, a lot...' 'Too bad we couldn't finish up, huh?' she finished with a wicked grin.

He was again looking at her heavenly, petit body; his penis coming to life again, 'Well we could, I mean-'

Lela grinned as she looked down at his dick swelling to full length, 'technically, my job is done.'

'Technicalities,' he shrugged, 'never believed in them.'

Lela bit her tongue and thought for a moment... 'Ok, sure.'

She got up and moved toward him and turned her back on him as he sat up. She sat down craning her neck to see how he held his cock steady for her. They once again whimpered together as they were intimately joined, the firm clasping of Lela Star's sex filling him with bliss. Lela fell back against him and lay her head on his shoulder moaning as she worked her hips back and forth, picking up where they had left off.

Her fat pussy sloshed as it ran over his cock slipping up and down his length. He reached up molesting her tits and rubbing her nipples making her bite back the moans.

'You like Fat cat?' she whispered as they fucked.

'What's Fat Cat?' he asked.

'I call my pussy Fat Cat,' Lela giggled.

'In that case, yeah,' he laughed, 'I love Fat Cat!'

He slid his hand down over her stomach and down to her clit and rubbed the bundle of nerves as she hypnotically worked her hips in circles while she simultaneously trust up and down; it made her shudder and squirm, her pussy walls clenching his dick and pulling it deeper. She sat up and put her hands on his knees, then looked back at him smiling.

He admired the detailed tattoo that covered her back then lowered his gaze to her ass that was pressed firmly down on his pelvis. He groaned as he watched her waist rise and saw his cock pull out of the slick cooch, her brown pussy lips sticking to his shaft, then all at once she slid back down. She pulled her left buttock for him showing off her little creased asshole and stretching her pussy as she slued it up and down his length.

'Jeez, fuck,' he squirmed mesmerised by the sight.

'You like that?' Lela Star teased, 'you like watching that hard cock fill my pussy?'

He couldn't answer as Lela still slowly teased him, working "Fat Cat" up and down his cock sexily. Lela stood up letting him slide out of her, then slapped her ass making it jiggle and winked at him...

'Enough fooling around, I need a good hard fucking.'

She knelt on the sofa over the backrest and thrust her ass out waiting for him. He got up and swallowed looking at her plump pussy that was gaping slightly to give him a peek at the moist pinkness within. He got behind her and nudged her sex then pushed into her, shivering as he thrust in to the hilt.

'Fuck that pussy good and hard,' Lela simpered.

He kissed her cheek then started thrusting, plunging into her recesses then pulling out and driving in again. He worked faster making her squirm, slapping against her round ass sending ripples thru it. Lela breathed heavier with every thrust, taking his cock like the pro she was. She pushed back into him letting him get deeper, then she rotated her waist so that he could tease the girth of her sex.

Their sweaty bodies rubbed against each other as they slapped together over and over again. He gripped Lela's forehead and pulled her up her thick dark hair flinging all over the place. She felt so good inside, her pussy was so delicate and soft, yet so hot and wet, and he felt himself building to quench that heat with his load.

'Ohh god, oh fuck, yess, yess, god, yess!' Lela squirmed as she shoved her hips back and forth feeling his throbbing cock thrust deep into her small body and nudging her cervix over and over again.

'I'm gonnacumI'mgonnacumI'mgonnacum!' she chanted over and over again.

It imbued him with vigour and as numb as his dick and balls felt he drove a bit harder and a bit faster. He let go of her forehead and she lurched forward, and he grabbed her waist and slapped his thighs into her furiously, his cock, a blur as it slid in and out of her soaking slit.

Her pussy flexed and squelched as he slid in and out of her holding her delectable body steady. he slowed abruptly and pushed deep into her holding there for a second groaning as she squeezed him inside herself, then slid out and slammed in again before starting to fuck her roughly again.

Huh, Ahh, ahh,' Lela moaned then bit her lip hard as she came, her juicy pussy tightening around his cock as her oily flow leaked over him. Her body was thrown into spasms and shudders before she calmed. He slowed down and gently slid in and out of her quim working toward his own orgasm.

Lela recovered from the blissful experience and felt him pulsing inside her; she craned her head, 'no d- don't cum inside me...'

He groaned and reluctantly slipped out of her pussy; then to is satisfaction Lela turned and slid his dick in her mouth and sucked him off, running her lips over his shaft. Her tongue lashed against his dick and her hand jerked him to the point where he just couldn't take it- with a jerk he shot a few weak spurts of cum into her mouth- all that he could muster after all the exertion of the day. Lela smiled up at him, her face glowing with sweat as she squeezed the last drop of cum from his limp cock and licked it clean.

She stood up and kissed him on his lips, 'well that was so much fun,' she smiled.

She then turned around and picked up her clothes and started pulling them on, 'God I need a hot bath. It was nice meeting you; oh and you better clean that stain off your trouser before you leave,' she finished nodding to the dry cum on it.

Dressed and looking presentable again Lela left the living room and then he heard the front door unlock, then open and shut...

...On that note Jessica came back in dressed in a skimpy satin gown (that showed off her protruding nipples) and towel wrapped around her wet hair, and froze when she saw he was still there.

'Ehm,' he stammered pulling up his pants, 'sorry Ms Alba, I- I mean Jessica, I was just about to-'

Jessica shook her head and made her way to the kitchen to her fridge and pulled out the orange juice, 'you can use the bathroom if you like... 

...'And since you're still here we may as well talk about the shoot.'

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NEXT: Another 'ALBA' Story: The Shoot By Inyotef© 



Another 'Alba' Story: The Shoot



Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and does not in any way reflect the thoughts or actions of Jessica Alba.It is written for the enjoyment of those who read erotic material and I do not make any money off writing it.

A/N: Thanks for the response on "The Audition" I'm glad y'all enjoyed it, even had a few who mentioned how much they loved that Lela Star was in it. Sorry if this disappoints but Lela is not in this chapter. If you didn't get it thus far- This is the continuing chapter of "Another 'ALBA' Story: The Audition"- Enjoy- INYOTEF ;) 

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Her skin was glistening, glinting, from the perspiration; her tanned body nicely oiled up as he cupped and massaged her generous, round breasts, her erect nipples chaffing under his palms. She threw her head back moaning in delight, her sensual body thrusting slowly up and down. Jessica Alba's soft bedroom eyes fluttered open and she looked down at him; her full glittering lips curling in a smile, her face haloed with an ethereal light that made her look like an angel.

He groaned as she shifted her hips and started grinding them into his, her tender, tight quim sloshing so agonisingly slowly over his erect manhood, squeezing him in her gorgeous body. He took firm hold of both her firm buttocks and rubbed them, guiding her movements; her pleasurable response being to ride him faster and then--

Then he groaned as he awoke in his bed to find his erection bulging in his Kelvin Klein boxers that were slimy from his emission- Another fucking wet dream about Jessica Alba!

It had happened twice a week for the last three; ever since the audition with her and Lela Star, in which he had had sex with both his idol and the pornstar. Since then he had been waiting for all the preparation work to be over and done with then he was to travel to Philadelphia where the movie would be shot on location...

It'd been a month now and his flight was booked for the morning; which Paramount Pictures were kindly paying for. 

He looked at the digital clock on his bedside table; 03:45 am... Six hours to go till he needed to be at LAX for his flight. He sighed and then swore finding that his sheets were wet from his wet dream as well, 'fuck!' he swore again, this time out loud. He got out of bed pulled his duvet off, threw it aside then ripped off the sheets. He took the stained sheets to the bathroom where he threw it in the washing machine after which he ran the shower... 

'Better make it a cold one,' he said to himself, adjusting the taps; images of Alba still flashing through his mind...

*

The flight to Philly was an uneventful affair with the only notable event being a bible missionary trying to preach to him on the flight. He arrived at the hotel he was staying at and there he unpacked his suitcase when the phone rang...

'Sir,' the clerk at the reception desk said,' I have a Mr Scott Free for you, shall I patch the call through? Though it may be a practical joker,' he quipped.

'Eh, yeah- yes; please do.'

'Hey buddy how you doing?' the movie producer said as he came on the line, 'I heard good things about your meeting with Jessica and Lela (Read "Another 'ALBA' Story: The Audition").'

'Went as well as it could have I suppose,' he said, wondering exactly how much he HAD heard.

'So,' we need you here at around six this evening so I hope you're good. I'd love to chat but y'know how it is in the movie biz; busy, busy, busy. See ya man, chow...'

"CLICK!"

He stood there with the phone still to his ear, a bit stunned; then he just sighed and put it on the hook. Oh well, he thought, at least he had a couple of hours to kill. Still, he was kind of edgy- it was sort of nervousness compiled with anxiety, mixed with some excitement as well. He was nervous about having sex on camera and a little anxious that he might freeze up; at the same time the thrilling prospect had him as giddy as a horny teenager- 'cause lord knew he wanted to have sex with Alba again. 

And it wasn't just that she was so goddamn gorgeous, or that he had a long time crush on her; the fact was- a fact that a bona fide professional pornstar attested to- Jessica Alba fucked like a minx! She had him cuming within two minutes when she gave him a handjob; and when they had sex, it was the most phenomenal experience of his life. The woman knew the effect she had on men; she had feigned being shy, but once she let go she used her body to make his head spin when he came inside her; besides all that the whole experience had been so surreal, like he had dreamt it- Really? Who the fuck would believe him! 

No wonder he couldn't get her out of his head he thought. And now he was hours away from having her again. He groaned as the thought made his dick swell, 'shit,' he grumbled and headed to the bathroom for a cold shower...

*

He found himself in one of Philadelphia's poorer districts, a place he sort of recognised from one of Stallone's "Rocky" movies. The entire block had been blocked off and a crew of at least two hundred were busy working. Over on the field he saw a bunch of trailers and by one of these he saw a man bench pressing with weights. When the man sat up and dabbed himself with a towel, he was stunned to realise that it was Mark Wahlberg. And looking over the street he saw Mel or Malcolm, the guy who played the son in "The Cosby Show" drinking coffee. The man who was talking to Malcolm he recognised from his search on the internet as the movies director, John Stockwell.

Since it was cold in Philly he wore a thick commando jacket over a Lakers shirt and a pair on black jeans and Bronx boots. He walked over to the coffee and helped himself to a cup trying to eavesdrop on the director and actor's conversation...

...'That's after the shootout right?' Malcolm was saying.

'No, no that's before. While we do the closed set shoot, you and Mark will do the fight scene in the alley. So after the fight your character, "Big Boy the pimp," then pulls a gun.'

'Right, right,' the actor followed, 'I scream, "I'm gonna fuck you up cracker" and we go into the shootout.'

The director nodded and patted him on the back, 'you got it Mal...'

At this point John Stockwell caught sight of him, 'I'm sorry; who are you...?'

'Oh no wait, you're here for the opening scene with Jessica right,' he smiled taking your hand, 'John Stockwell, director.'

He smiled back and gave his name, 'pleasure to meet you sir.'

'Me too. I'm kinda balls to brass, so le'me see about getting you where you need to be; le'me think- Jessica...'

'So, Jessica is; where the fuck is Jessica?' he said looking confused; clearly stressed.

'Make-up,' Malcolm answered.

'Oh yeah, right,' the director said scratching his hair, 'I guess you can drink your coffee, then what you want to do is head into that building there (he pointed across the street to what looked like a derelict apartment building) and go up to the second floor which is where we'll be shooting the scene in about an hour. I'm gonna be down here-'

'Shit,' he interrupted himself, 'where are those fucking gaffers going with that equipment?' he yelled walking off.

While they were talking Malcolm had gone over to Mark (Wahlberg), - probably to discuss the big shootout they were going to do- so he was again standing by himself. He decided to go and have a look at the set where they'd (Jessica Alba & him) be filming; walking across the street and into the old building. He trudged up the stairs and into the apartment on the right. It was a small two bedroom place (bedroom and living room with an open kitchen and a small bathroom) the wallpaper on the walls peeling and wooden floors tarnished. There was an old tattered two-seater sofa in the middle of the small living room, and a small TV set in a wall unit on the side. The whole place was fully kitted with lights and microphones and video camera's all ready for filming.

He saw some photo's scattered around and had a look at them; they were there as decorative props- photos of Jessica Alba looking poor with a little girl in her arms. She had said she was playing a prostitute with a daughter. On closer inspection he noticed Jessica was using her own daughter, Honor, to play her child. 

He wondered why on earth she'd use her daughter in a movie in which she was actually going to have sex for the sex scene; then he thought it was probably for the same reason; authenticity. They wanted the fiction to be as believable as possible.

'E-hum,' He heard a throat clear behind him and turned to catch Jessica Alba grinning at him.

'Hi,' she greeted walking up to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek and a hug.

'Hi yourself,' he greeted back looking at her. She was dressed in a floral dress with a denim jacket over it and wore a pair of flat sandals. Her hair (dyed chestnut brown and not a streaky blonde as it was the last time he saw her) was tied up in a bun. She also had a modest application of makeup and large cheap looking hoop earrings in her ears, 'so are you Jessica or Lexis (her characters name)?' he grinned.

Alba laughed, 'yeah, this is basically me in character.'

'I'm really freezing in this dress though,' she whined, 'so how are you?'

'I'm good,' he said, turning and looking around the room, 'never been part of anything like this,' he commented.

'Nervous?' she asked giving him a knowing look.

'N-no, I'm cool.'

'Really?' Alba smirked, 'you're not even a little nervous about what we're going to be doing here tonight?'

'Well; I mean it's not like there's that much of a down side for me,' he sallied.

Jessica nudged him in the ribs, 'you ass,' she said. 'Well, I don't know about you but I still have butterflies about playing an exhibitionist and putting my sex life on camera.'

'I'm part of your sex life?' he quipped, 'I thought this was just casual.'

Alba gave him a miffed stare...

'Relax Jessica, I'm trying to lighten the mood, y'know, settle the nerves,' he said smiling at her.

'So you do have nerves then,' Alba accused, turning and running her finger across the tattered upholstery of the sofa, 'or was that also false sensitivity?'

He gave a mock gasp of shock, 'false sensitivity, Ms Alba you cut me deep just then.'

'Sure; tell me you getting in my pants again is not a factor here?'

'Nope; I'm just in it for the money- Sorry to disappoint.'

This time she couldn't contain herself and laughed out loud.

'I still can't wrap my head around why you're doing this though,' he said taking a serious tone again.

Alba shrugged, 'like I said, I needed a push into the spotlight again.'

'Well yeah,' he said giving her a nod of acknowledgement, 'but I mean appearing nude in a love scene would be enough to get you noticed. I mean you could have done a topless magazine spread for FHM for that...'

'But why agree to have sex with a stranger?'

He noticed the uncertainty and comfortableness on her face so he decided to back off; just because he had sex with her didn't give the right to pry... 'Look if I crossed a line; I apologies,' he said sincerely.

'No need,' she said half sitting on the back of the backrest of the sofa and folding her arms, 'I guess I wanted some excitement in my life. Needed to escape the whole nine to five mommy and wife routine... When I was younger; before Cash, I had a really adventurous sex life..maybe I just wanted to know what that was like again I guess-' she trailed off.

It wasn't really an explanation for cheating on her husband; but he figured it was what she needed to tell herself and he'd be damned stupid to press the matter further, so he decided to shift the conversation... 'And? Was it?' he asked.

'Sorry?'

'Was I exciting?' He grinned.

'Easy cheesy,' Alba beamed back, 'you were- manageable..' she said with a quizzical frown.

'Manageable? What the fuck is manageable?' he asked confused, 'a dog or a bank account is manageable.'

Jessica laughed out loud again, 'sorry, I couldn't think of a word.'

'Yeah I guess that's why actors need scripts.'

'Hey,' she snapped playfully, 'that was below the belt...'

This time he laughed, 'I must say, you're really something else for a celeb Ms Alba.'

'Meaning?'

'Meaning- You're..manageable,' he grinned.

'But really, I mean call it male ego if you must- was I all that bad?'

Jessica stood up- and did what was becoming a tell of her nervousness- she bit the fingernail of her forefinger, 'I dunno,' she smiled.

'You don't know?' he repeated in disbelief.

'Well, maybe my memory needs to be jogged,' Jessica said; her voice low and scraggy.

'Wh-' he paused as what she had just said sunk in and his brain caught up. He looked at Jessica and found her looking back intently- She was being dead serious.

'Aren't we about to start, shoo-'

'Thirty minutes,' she said looking at her watch, 'John is all about punctuality; and the crew won't come up here till the shoot; and...'

She looked back up at him, 'like I said I'm knotted up with nerves so I could use some kind of release.. You think you could get your shit together in fifteen minutes?'

'I thought you said thirty?'

'The crew preps in fifteen,' Jessica clarified, 'so how about it?'

He moved toward her and she quickly shuffled her ass over the backrest of the sofa rustling her ankle-length dress up to her waist. He came between her legs, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock as Alba tried to get her clothing out the way.

In her personal space he started pumping his cock trying to get it stiff while Jessica tried shifting her panty aside to uncover her crotch.

'You good?' she asked him, riding her legs up his waist.

'Gimme a second here.'

'Hurry up,' Jessica urged a tad annoyed.

His cock swelled up and he guided it between her thighs and pushed forward, feeling it graze over her hand.

'Sorry,' Jessica said and stopped rubbing her quim; pulling her hand from between her spread legs.

He shifted his cock down again and pressed it against her moist lips then pushed; groaning in frustration again as he slipped over her soft snatch down towards her ass.

'Need directions,' Alba quipped in a mocking tone.

'Seriously!?' he shot back, the frustration getting the better of him.

He pushed against her slit a third time; this time pushing down to her entrance before slowly thrusting forward.

Alba's mouth opened as she felt him slide into her pliable vagina, her muscles stretching around his girth. He grit his teeth and pushed hard, feeling her smooth walls slowly release for him. God she was tight, her pussy barely even moist.

She latched onto him and groaned as he slowly filled her out, trying to buck her hips. Filling her all the way he instantly moved inside her pulling out and pushing back in. She let go of him and gripped the sofa her knuckles turning white as she felt him starting to slowly fuck her. He gripped one of her legs under the knee and started grunting as he picked it up a bit working his cock in and out of Jessica Alba's spongy sex. She grew wetter with each trust; her moans picking up. She bit her lip to keep from yelling out as she lift her dress and saw his hard penis piston in and out of her vagina.

'Ohmigod' Jessica grit, clenching her ass. It felt extraordinary. She hugged him again, wrapping her arms and legs around him. He was throbbing inside her, god his dick felt good.

He nearly lost his mind with the way Alba was clenching at his cock with her vaginal muscles, but he loved every moment of it, her pussy felt so wonderfully moist and warm...

Just then they both froze mid fuck as they heard voices coming from the stairwell.

'I-I thought you said-'

'Fuck, pull out,' she said, really not wanting to argue about this.

With a groan he withdrew his hard cock from her sex and uncomfortably pushed it back in his pants as she fixed her panty and dress and stood up next to him.

She gave him and awkward smile as the director and filming crew walked into the room. 

'Jess, you're here, I sent someone to find you; we caught a break with the last scene and did it in one take so we're good to get started here.'

'Oh, great,' Jessica said, too embarrassed and breathless to say any more.

John Stockwell walked over to him, 'well I don't think we need a wardrobe change for you sir. You know what you're doing right?'

'Yeah- yes,' he said, 'I get brought in by the pimp and I meet Jessica or Lexis, say a line, and she sends me to the room where we say a few more lines then we shoot the scene.'

'Excellent,' John said, 'so we should get it all in one take, 'cause I tell you, the budget Paramount gave for this film is ridiculous!' he continued, apparently addressing the room showing how stressed out he was.

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Within fifteen minutes the crew had prepped everything and were ready to roll cameras; he was standing outside the apartment with Malcolm and Jessica was inside with her daughter (whom her nanny had brought). There were two other men behind them; one with a camera and the other with a microphone...

'Quiet on set!' he heard Stockwell say... 'And action!' 

He followed Malcolm to the front door where he, Malcolm, knocked on it. Alba opened the door in character with her daughter on her hip. She had the look of a junkie as she waved us into the apartment. They walked in and Malcolm put on a mean face as he took Alba to the corner of the room and whispered to her.

'You'll get a cut, same as always,' Alba said as Lexis, 'I don't work for you Big Boy.'

Malcolm snorted and then walked past the camera out of the shot.

Alba turned to him as Lexis, 'price of running your own business huh?'

He controlled his nerves, took a breath and spoke his line, 'Whatever; so how much?'

Alba put her daughter down; careful to point her in the direction of her nanny, who she walked to, then stood up with a smug look on her face, 'Hey, not in front of my kid ok. Into the fucking bedroom- move!'

He turned and walked to the bedroom with Alba following behind him...

'And cut!' Stockwell said, 'good take guys.' 

John Stockwell stood up, 'alright we're chopping and changing, moving to the closed set; if you're not supposed to be here, kindly leave please.'

Most of the crew started filing out leaving only about ten people left along with Stockwell, Jessica, and him; a third of them female.

Jessica was taking a minute to kiss her daughter and say goodbye before the child left with her nanny.

'Okay, alright, Jess honey, you feeling good about this?'

'Yeah magnanimous, Jessica mocked sarcastically.

'Yeah. So let's just shoot the business scene and then prepare for the, ehm, love scene.'

'Oh, Johnny, stop being so 1930's,' Alba quipped, 'just say sex scene.'

'Right places everyone,' John said ignoring her last comment.

He walked to the bedside and Jessica moved to the dressing table while the crew set the sound and cameras...

'Action!' Stockwell ordered...

Alba walked to the drawer and opened and shut it for no apparent reason then turned to him, 'so, what service do you want,' she asked once again in character. 

He again got his nerves under control, 'there some sort of premium package?'

'Very funny,' Alba as Lexis smirked, 'It's 70 for a blowjob, 120 if you cum in my mouth; 250 for sex and 400 for anal.'

He reached into his pockets for the cash he got from one of the crew members then spoke his final line, 'I got 300, what's that good for?'

Jessica walked up to him and took the cash then pretended to count it, '300's good for a blowjob and a fuck; but you wear a rubber...'

'Cut!' Stockwell said over his megaphone again, that's great work, we got it all.'

'So Jess the balls in your court you wanna take some time to figure things out?'

'Figure things out?' she repeated, 'you really suck at this don't you; no we'll do it now if it's okay with him,' she said looking at him.




Another 'Alba' Story: The Shoot



'I'm- yeah I'm good.'

'Alright then, we do the first scene and then you guys tell us when you're good to- to go- to continue.'

He moved into position and sat on the bed, Jessica moving toward him and kneeling between his legs. He unbuckled his belt and she helped him slide it over his hips... 'So just how much of your nakedness will be showing in this movie?' he asked.

'Not nervous, huh,' she smiled, 'worried they'll be exposing your happy bits?'

'Don't worry, they'll focus on my boobs, my bum, and a glimpse to just above my clit; you're safe, only your ass will be shown.'

'Who said anything about me worrying,' he said, pretention written so obviously over his face.

'Please; I doubt you're hoping to get glimpses of me on cinema after already fucking me.'

With that she tugged down his boxers and released his half-erect dick, 'shit, you're still a bit messy from me,' she whispered looking around at the crew careful to hide the view of his cock.

She gripped his dick and slowly started stroking it; a groan- coming from the men on the crew and not from him- going through the room. He bit his lip as his dick hardened in her hand as she jerked his cock steadily. She looked up at him and started wetting her lips and preparing to go down on him. Just the thought that Jessica Alba was going to give him head caused a dribble of pre-cum to leak from his dick and trickle over his hand and she looked at him with a slight gasp...

'Okay quiet please,' Stockwell's voice interrupted the moment they shared, 'set marker, and...'

'Action!'

Alba took a breath and lowered her head to his lap and closed her luscious lips around his cock. He groaned as it twitched and his hips jerked, his body shuddering from the sheer elation. Jessica slid her lips up and down his length her tongue running along the underside of his flesh as she bobbed her head steadily. He looked up at the flacking ceiling and groaned feeling her work up and down his dick with her wicked mouth. the wetness and warmness of her mouth felt so good and when she slurped up and lapped along his knob and jerked his shaft further in and he had to pinch not to lose it right there.

Jessica took a second to catch her breath and just rubbed his penis for a moment; then she collected some spit in her mouth and drooled it over his dick before taking him in her mouth again and sucking hard. She worked him more persistently jacking him off and bobbing her head in unison..he could feel his balls start to tingle and wiped his forehead and shut his eyes- Then he did something stupid-

'OH fuck, Jessica,' he squirmed...

'CUT!' came John Stock Well's yelling voice.

Jessica stopped in her tracks and looked up, some of her saliva clinging to his cock. She wiped her mouth and looked at the director, 'what the hell John?'

'What the hell? Ask him what the hell...!'

Her name is Lexis buddy, not Jessica, alright; try to keep up.'

He looked up feeling stupid for the blooper but Jessica came to his rescue.

'I'm giving the guy a blowjob John; he made a mistake, deal with it...'

'Besides, I think we did this long enough, we can move on.'

Stockwell lit a cigarette and took a drag to counter-act all the anxiety, 'yeah, I guess you're right.'

He turned to the crew, 'okay places people lets get moving we got work to do.'

Alba got up smiling at him, 'that's our cue to strip,' she said.

He looked up at her trying to put on a let's-do-this face, but the reality was that her words had sprung the reality on him: he was going to have sex in front of all these people!

Jessica shrugged off the denim jacket then loosened the dress she had on and took it off handing it to one of her assistants. Standing there in her lace cream bra and matching panties; she bent over and unfastened the sandals she wore and kicked them off. Pulling the blankets of the bed open; she climbed in, shuffling underneath, then tossed her panty on the floor (again to the tortured groaning of the two men on the crew). After that she unclipped her bra and exposed her supple tits to everyone in the small room. 

Stripped naked Jessica Alba looked at his expectantly...

He swallowed hard then started pulling off his clothing; first his coat and T-shirt then long sleeve top underneath. He then pulled off his jean and; kicked off his Bronx, then pulled off his socks as well. Now only wearing his boxers, he climbed under the cover with Alba quickly, shivering as the coldness in the room was quite nippy. Finding a little warmth he flicked off his underwear and also tossed it aside.

And so there he was; butt naked and in bed with Jessica Alba on the up side, but about to perform a public exhibition on the down...

Alba lift her leg as she slid the blanket off her so that her privates was hidden and then motioned him closer. He went to lie over her while she also tried to get comfortable. As she moved her breasts wobbled enticingly like jelly which had the men in the room wishing they were in his position.

She looked in his eyes and smiled nervously, 'you good?'

He returned her smile, 'yeah,' he lied; truth was his heart was pounding and his palms were clammy; and despite the fact that he was lying on top of a naked Jessica Alba, his cock was limp with no intention of "rising to the occasion.' Shit, he thought; Lela Star was right, he had performance anxiety.

'S-so- so, let's, e-hum, p-places,' he heard Stockwell mumble, 'c'mon people let's get them cameras rolling...'

Jessica put her hands on his shoulders and pulled him down over her, spreading her legs wide open so that he could slide between them. He looked down at her clean shaven vagina to find her brown lips still parted from having already penetrated her; her sex already glistening and ready. Even the lust filled look reflected in her dark brown eyes told him that she wanted to do this. He went down and put his face in the crook of her supple neck then took hold of his dick and rubbed it over her bare sex trying to stimulate it (Jessica's body twitching in response).

'Action!' John said...

Alba held her breath waiting for him to push into her... It didn't happen; she merely felt him brush his cock over her pussy, and, she could feel that it wasn't hard. Oh no, she thought...

She reached down and took firm hold of his shaft starting to jerk it and get him erect. 

'Try and relax,' she whispered in his ear, 'it's just you and me; look at me?'

He raised his head and looked into her soft bedroom eyes trying to ignore everyone else in the room...

'Keep looking at me,' she repeated in an undertone, 'I'm gonna come on top now.'

With that she shuffled up and he got on his back. Alba pulled the blanket up to just cover her butt as she straddled him and took his cock masturbating him again. He looked strait into her eyes blocking out the world around him. Soon his feeling returned and he felt his blood rushing to his groin. Jessica gave a little smile feeling his penis swell in her palm. She lift her waist and guided him to her sex, nudging his cock against her hole then steadily swallowed it in her tight twat.

He groaned out loud as again Jessica Alba's sheathing warmth surrounded him. She pressed her waist down slowly working him inside her body, her slick cunt stretching around him. 

'Yess..' she whispered when she felt his balls press against her ass.

Jessica took only a brief moment to adjust to his size then slurred up his length before dropping down with a slap again. Her scrumptious, round, buttocks tapped against his ball sack as she rhythmically thrust her waist up and down riding his cock persistently.

The crowd in the room didn't matter; their uncomfortable and covetous grunts were ignored as Jessica bounced on his hard dick. She was hot and wet, spilling over his testicles as she gave in to all the exasperation, all the build up. She pushed down on him, making sure she felt him hit her cervix before she rose up to do it again. Her face contorted, her hair flailing over it, her soft bounteous bosom jiggling up and down as she worked her taut body sexily.

He gripped her hips as she thrust her waist up and down taking his cock so graciously; holding her as he tried his best to thump into her. The squeaking of the mattress filled the room as they fucked on top of it just giving it to each other with unbridled fervour. Alba fell forward; her tits crushed onto his chest, her stiff nipples rubbing against him as she moved her body back and forth. She bucked her hips and now slowly ground them up and down, her pussy sloshing up and down his hard cock. She looked him in the eyes again, clenching her jaw as she worked his manhood, watching him flinch as the pleasure she gave him spread in his body. She then stopped moving and rolled off him and onto her back...

He pulled himself up and rolled on top of her, lowering his head and kissing up her neck and down to her collarbone then down to her breasts. There he sucked her nipple and bit it gently before licking the soft flesh of her firm mound. Alba moaned as he gave her body so much needed attention before she reached down and gripped his dick again wanting him back inside her...

'Ahh shit,' he grunted as he pushed back into her again.

He lifted himself over her and worked his hips up and down making her whine and spread her legs further apart. His cock pulsed inside her sex; it felt so goddamn good. his grunts came out as gasps as he felt her strong walls clamp around his cock and then pushed deep into her- There he held, shuddered, and without warning or control grimaced as he erupted inside her. Alba's mouth opened wide as she felt him let go; her pussy going rigid and milking him. She latched onto him and her body jerked as the strong spurts of seminal fluid ejaculated into her womb...

Out of breath, cock now sensitive, he looked down at her to find her looking up to him in shock. Then he realised how short a time he had fucked her for!

He pulled out of her and tried to avoid eye contact then sighed in relief when he heard the director yell cut.

Alba didn't look at him either, she just grabbed the robe that was brought to her and put it on then got out of the bed. She walked over to John Stockwell and spoke to him privately for about two minutes then left the room.

'Okay,' Stockwell said, 'no worries buddy, it happens to all of us. Why don't you take a nice hot shower and we'll do another take in about thirty minutes.'

'Another take?' he said shocked.

'Yeah Jessica suggested you both take a chance to recover.'

He took the robe that was handed to him and put it on, 'I think I need a cold shower,' he said out loud.

*

After half an hour he came back into the room still wearing the robe; he had decided to come back like this because he figured it was no use getting dressed. He probably looked like a dick to the others; all of them probably out there making fun of him for blowing his load after barely two minutes. For fuck's sake he had quite a build up after screwing Alba up against the couch; but no, they didn't know about that- but she did; he hoped she knew that was why he had cum so quickly; but then there was that look of utter shock on her face...!

He looked around at the crew that was preparing to retake the shoot and sighed. Neither Jessica nor John were here yet...

'Coffee?' he heard a voice behind him say and turned to find Alba (also again in her robe) behind him with the piping hot beverage.

'Thanks,' he smiled taking it from her and blowing it, 'look about earlier-' he began only to have Jessica shake her head. 

'Spilt milk; it happens,' she dismissed.

'I just thought you'd be upset, y'know having to do this again, you probably wanted it over and done with.'

Jessica smiled at him but didn't respond; so he figured he'd better drop it. She swallowed her last gulp of coffee and looked at her watch; it must have been around ten o clock. Jessica then walked over to the bed and got under the blankets and then took off the robe to lie there utterly naked again, and it didn't matter how many times he saw it; he was always gobsmacked at just how hot this woman was. He saw her grin while looking at him then realised his erect cock was poking out of his robe. Red-faced he pulled it close and walked over and got in bed with her.

'Do I really excite you that much?' she asked; but before he could answer Stockwell walked in and started getting everybody ready.

'I know this isn't really a controlled- thing- but we need to get it all this time please,' he said looking at him and Alba.

'Can't you just edit the first footage and mix it with what we shoot now?' Alba asked him, 'I mean the scene is what, five to eight minutes long?'

John looked at her pondering it, 'well yeah that'd work..thanks Jess.'

Another pearly white smile was her reply.

She spun over on her stomach and he looked down at her, then at her smooth slit peeking out.

'We may as well try another position,' she said.

He lied down on her and pushed his cock over her sex, but she pulled away just as he was about to enter her.

'I need some stimulation first, or else it'll hurt,' she explained to him.

He grinned at her, and she looked up at him a bit bemused; but her eyes soon glazed over and her lips parted as he rubbed her pussy gently. He reached in and fondled her warm sex pushing his fingers against her clit, her body stiffening from the shocking effect. Alba shut her eyes as he pushed two fingers in her hole, driving the deep into her depths before curling his fingers. She shuddered as he worked them in and out of her, paying special attention to the sensitive bundle of nerves which he rubbed with his palm.

She gasped out loud as he pressed his body over her and pushed his cock into her slit. She clamped down on him and he groaned feeling her quim shut around his tip; then braced himself and ploughed forward, pushing hard. She gripped the sheet and pushed her ass into his groin as she gave way, her muscles stretching around his cack. Filling her out and nestled inside Jessica Alba's tight pussy he began fucking her- driving in and out of her slowly. She followed the motion, working her waist up and down, his cock sliding in and out of her sweet sex...

'AA- ACTION!' Stockwell squealed, finally realising he wasn't filming them...

As the cameras rolled the two on the bed took no note. They just continued fucking, seemingly trapped in their own world...!

Jessica snapped her eyes shut and moaned... 'Ahh-huhh, ohh, ohh, yess, neernnfffnnnfck...' as she felt him plunge into her again and again, going deep and hard; his cock throbbing in her body. He was in utter, exhilarating ecstasy as he speared Jessica's sweaty pussy, trying to focus and remember every little feeling, every smell; knowing he'd never have her again.

He drove deep into her, hearing her actually yell out; then held there, slowly humping a bit of his dick in her cunt. She lifted her ass pushing it into him trying to feel him fill her more, her wetness dampening her inner-thighs. He kissed her cheek then grimaced as he started thrusting in and out of her again; slapping into that perfect ass of hers, making it ripple. 

'Ohgodohgodohgod, Ohmigod OHhh!' 'Jessica squirmed, knuckles turning white, her fingers still clutching the sheet.

Abruptly he slowed down and then stopped; pulsing there nestled in her steamy sex. Alba turned her face to him and kissed him. She slid her tongue into his mouth, receiving his in return. She sucked on it as they made out desperately. He started moving again; just barely slewing in and out of her, but it was enough for her to moan into his mouth. Stopping again she whimpered as he pulled out of her.

She turned over on the bed and looked down at his glistening cock and stroked it a little for him. He sat up on his knees and took her hands pulling her up onto him. There she reached down and took hold of his penis again, steadied herself then dropped her waist and swallowed it in her hungry cunt. 

She hugged him tightly, feet firmly flat on the bed for support; picking up where they had left off and thrusting her waist up and down, sliding her delectable quim over his erection. Immediately the feeling enveloped her again, and she started moaning uncontrollably. She looked up and shut her eyes continuing to ride his stiff cock. He swore her pussy was growing hotter as it slid rapidly over his member, it felt hotter, as if it were gonna explode (which wasn't figuratively far off). He pulled her buttocks apart as he had done before and fucked her back, her tight pussy stretching open to show off her rich pink inside.

All at once Alba bit her tongue and groaned then swooned as the building pleasure flooded her system and washed over her; a sensual bliss that swept her very soul consumed her- then she jerked in spasms as she again clamped down on him then drenched his balls with her flowing, oily mess. Seeing Jessica Alba come was all that he could take and it was enough for it all to cave in on him; and he shuddered as, again, he filled her with his sperm; burst after burst erupting out of his pulsing cock until it went flaccid deep in her aching sex...

They breathed heavily sitting there holding each other closely trying to register the world around them. Jessica moved first and looked at him; her face glowing from perspiration, strands of her hair clinging to her brow; yet she looked so relaxed. She pulled on her gown and then carefully got off him, some of their mixed fluids spilling as his cock slipped out of her vagina. She fastened the gown and loosened her tangled hair, then drank some of the water the assistant had brought her. At this point he got up as well and covered his nakedness.

'Cc-cut..' Stockwell suddenly said, finally catching up...

'That- that's a wrap guys; nice work.'

He tried to look at Alba but she turned and left the room again; probably off to have a shower again he thought...

-

Two hours later he was dressed and standing at one of the caravans waiting for Scott Free the producer. Scott came out of the trailer followed by a short blonde woman...

'Well I'm hearing things went well, so thank you for doing the part,' he grinned... 'Unfortunately as stipulated in the document you signed that finishes your contract and you have to move off location.'

'What; why?' he asked.

The blonde handed the producer an envelope which Scott in turn gave to him, 'this is your pay, you'll find it's quite generous considering how small the actual scene is...'

'But we have to protect Ms Alba's reputation and private life, so it's best you're kept from seeing her again.'

'That's it!?' he asked stunned, 'so you're just chucking me out?'

'Like I said,' Scott said, 'It was all in the document YOU signed. Look on the bright side; when the film releases next year you'll have a unique connection to it.'

With that Scot Free and the blonde walked away, and he heard a security guard behind him-

'Sir, I'm here to escort you off-'

'Yeah I know!' he said glumly.

With that he walked away, and as he did he thought about what the producer had said about the movie and him having the unique experience of knowing he was really fucking Alba in the opening credits...

He looked back and saw her standing by her trailer... Jessica Alba smiled and waved at him then stepped back inside...

Shit he thought; he needed another cold shower.

***

And the moral of the story is: always have cold showers when thoughts of Jessica Alba crop up-INYOTEF ;)

END



Another Alba Story



Jessica got to her feet and turned around pushing her ass against his groin, his cock spring up against her pussy. She took his hand and guided it to her womanhood hissing as it made contact. Her pussy felt warm, his hand brushing over her pubic hair and grazing the folds of her soft labia. She closed her legs, her inn-thighs squeezing his cock and hand.

"Fuck you're incredible," he mumbled in her ear, his hand finding her clit. He rubbed his palm against the little nub applying pressure as he tried to push a finger inside her. She was tight, her pussy squeezing his digit as he slid it in making her moan loudly, she moaned again as he curled his finger up into her going as deep as he could. Her legs tightened around his hand and cock as he started slipping his finger in and out of her, moving it around to get her nice and loose.

She was hot and wet inside, more than she should have been, he thought, she was really aroused.

He moved his free hand up and cupped her breast using his fingers to pinch and twist her nipples, "you're so wet Ms. Alba, you sure this is going to be enough?" he ventured as he slowly stimulated his dick, rubbing it between her clasped thighs.

"I-Ohh, fuck," she was cut off when he inserted a second finger..."I'm not gonna fuck you." He pulled his fingers out of her, and pulled his hand from between her legs.

"Hey, I was almost ready to cum", she whined, "please don't stop." "I guess we'll have to keep you at your peak then," he said cockily. He groped both her tits and squeezed them together massaging them hard.

"Fuck that's so good, please put your fingers back inside me?" Jessica begged.

"How bout I just put my tip in? I just want to feel what you feel like inside," he whispered.

"I can't," she whined. Despite the weather he could feel how hot her body was, she wanted to be fucked, but she was holding out.

He pinched her nipples and gnawed at her neck, "God, stop, you're driving me crazy!" Jessica breathed in a stifled moan. He molested and massaged her tits trying to cause different sensations within her. Slowly he started moving his waist back and forth again rubbing his cock between her thighs. The top of his dick brushed against her pussy. 

"You're so wet Jessica," he whispered again huskily feeling his cock get wet. He hoped to god she would give in because his balls were really aching now.

"Okay," she said softly, "Put it in."

She bucked her hips and opened her legs so that he had the proper angle to push into her. He took hold of his cock with one hand and held her steady with the other. He then nudged his cock head at the opening of her slit, she, moaning in anticipation, "hurry up," she pleaded.

He pushed forward, his cock penetrating her lips and sliding into her pussy. Her inner-walls squeezed him and he grunted as he pushed the first inch of his cock into her tight slit, but he continued to ease in further. She felt like a slippery warm glove inside, the sensations pricking at the nerve endings of his dick sending incredible sparks through his body. Half way inside her, he stopped and pulled back causing another whimper to escape her lips. She looked back at him, her eyes alive with desire. Even with him only partially inside her Jessica could feel him pulse and twitch and she loved it. She began to rotate her waist and pushing back into him, he in turn pushed forward not stopping till he stretched her open his balls pressing against her clit letting him know he was fully inside her.

Intimately joined, his hard, stiff cock filling out her tender, soft pussy; they both held still standing there in the rain. Pleasure- it coursed through them both the pitter-patter of the rain cooling their heated flesh. Jessica's pussy was gripping around his dick as it throbbed resting snugly inside her, until, finally he moved, pulling out of her an inch his cock slipping from her vagina slightly before pushing back in.

"Oh that's it, just there," Jessica moaned as he started pumping half his cock in and out of her, she reached back taking hold of his thigh to brace herself as she tried to meet his thrusts loving the feeling of his erect penis sliding in and out of her vagina.

Suddenly he stopped; pulling his cock out of her moist sex. Jessica looked back at him confused and moaning at the loss of feeling, "What are you doing?" 

"I thought this was a pleasure reserved for your boyfriend," he teased.

"Shit, put that fucking thing back in," Jessica whined, desperation tainting her words.

He gripped his dick and entered her again pushing all the way in holding there as she again rotated her waist moving his cock inside her. Slowly he began fucking her, slapping his pelvis into her ass making it jiggle. Every thrust was rewarded with a moan from Jessica's luscious lips egging him on, letting him know she wanted more. She was getting wetter as he worked her tight sex, her pussy gripping and wet-nursing his cock, it made him groan louder. He drove in further and harder, rocking her body on the beach. She widened her legs a bit further, the feeling of his cock pumping in and out of her making her hotter as her orgasm grew inside her. 

He eased his cock into her again going deep filling her with his length and holding there. He then pulled her face to him and kissed her, Jessica immediately pushing her tongue into his mouth so that he could suck on it. As they made out passionately he slowly thrust lightly in and out of her making her moan into his mouth as she nipped at his lower lip enjoying every titillating sensation. Wrapping his hands around her waist he pulled her into him his cock shoving into her again; then bracing himself he started pumping into her as fast as he could slapping audibly against her ass drilling his cock rapidly into her hot, wet pussy.

"Haah, ah, of fuck, huhh, hahh, huhh," Jessica whined in short breaths her mouth open and her eyes shut as he rammed into her deep and fast; her legs closed together as pleasure pulsed through her body from her vagina. "Ahhrrgh, hrnt ahh," he groaned as he slowed down again grinding his waist over her ass, his cock sloshing in and out of her lush slit.

Jessica moved his hand from his thigh and stepped forward letting his cock slip out of her. She turned to him, "lie down," she said.

He didn't hesitate, he lied on the ground the sand sticking to his body. Jessica Alba quickly straddled him bending her knees with her feet on the ground, her pussy just inches from his cock, "Shit," he said cock twitching as he looked at her filled with lust, she looked really hot positioned like that,, "if I had a camera this would make a great POV porn shot for the internet, then everyone could imagine they were fucking Jessica Alba."

"Don't get any ideas," she smirked as she took hold of his dick and stroked it a few times, " Just don't cum in me okay," she warned before easing her hips down and accepting him back inside her. She pushed half way down his cock then resting her hands on his stomach she eased her tight little snatch all the way down. 

She looked so goddamn hot he thought looking at her, her knees in line with her elbows her pussy bulged around his dick, her tits swaying slightly, and the rain pattering over her wet body.

She started thrusting her hips up and down looking between her thighs how her pussy slid up and down his cock. Slowly, teasing him, she eased her pussy all the way down, his pubic hair tickling her velvety nether-lips and rotating her hips, "ohh, that's so good," she moaned. As he lifted his head his chin resting on his chest, "yeah," he groaned looking at her soft cunt pressed against his groin, he mumbled closing his eyes shut as she moved her waist in circles a few times again before she held still bracing herself on her forearms.

Jessica bucked her hips and started thrusting up and down as fast as she could briskly humping his cock. He grabbed hold of her forearms as she thrust up and down her pussy gripping around his member as she just concentrated on exiting both of them. 

"Hah, ohh, ohmigod, shit," Jessica moaned as she crouched over him bouncing her tight little pussy up and down his dick. He could feel how slippery his cock was becoming as she slid up and down it, she was getting really wet. "Oh fuck, yeah, fuck it like that," he groaned watching her pussy piston up and down his dick. Her beautiful face was contorted as she worked, eyes pinched shut as she bounced up and down, her jaw clenched, the rain mixing with the sweat of her exertion.

He bit his lip as he felt her pussy tightened around his cock, her fingers pushing into his abs as she slowed down running her pussy slowly over his cock. Jessica bit her lip moaning as her body tensed, she sank taking him deep inside her as the blissful pleasure consumed her for a few sensational seconds. She lifted her body up, his cock pulling halfway out of her so that she could get on her knees. Once she had done that she sank all the way down his length again, and then bent over him resting her forehead on his shoulder breathing heavily. 

He let her lay like that for a while allowing her to enjoy what must have been an incredible orgasm. His dick throbbed inside her as it rested about halfway in her pussy her juices running down it and onto his balls.

"You still with me beautiful?" he asked, a little out of breath.

Jessica rose herself onto her arms and smiled at him, "god I came so hard..." She seemed to let her world trail off still enjoying her fading orgasm, then kissed him again massaging his tongue with her own. He broke the kiss lifting himself up and sucking on her nipple making her moan again. He then groped her tit and took some of it in his mouth, and she responded by slowly grinding her hips into his moving his cock around inside her slippery cunt. Jessica gingerly started bouncing on his rod again as he held her lower back and continued sucking on her left tit. She was oon panting again as she sat up and thrust up and down grinding her hips into his as her pussy slid up and down his shaft, the juices of her orgasm trickling over his balls. Holding his hand she kept her pace looking into his eyes, his brow twitching as she rose and sank in a steady rhythm fucking him slowly. Her pussy gripped round his cock greasing it with clear flow of her excretions as she rode his cock, thrusting up and down gingerly.

His eyes started to flutter as she bounced up and down, making him leave her tit and rest his head on the wet sand. He held her waist watching her as she thrust her hips in a fluid motion. She was looking him in the eye as she slowly rode his dick, her tits bouncing up and down. He moved his hands to her ass rubbing her firm cheeks, Jessica bending over him and pushing her butt into his hands letting him grip and massage her buns. He grit his teeth together as his cock began to throb inside her, "Haaah, ffck," he grunted as she kept up the pace she had set sitting there and fucking him with leisurely thrusts.

Jessica slid her pussy up feeling it pull through her lips and plop off his cock, making him groan and catch his breath. She sat next to him on her knees then bent over him and took firm hold of his cock starting to pump it. "I can't have you unloading inside me, you know, better safe than sorry. So how about we get this baby satisfied," she winked at him then went down and started sucking him off. 

"Fffck Jessica you're killing me," he moaned as she pumped faster and bobbed her head up and down. Jessica plopped his cock out of her mouth but still slowly pumped it, "Don't get me wrong, I like you, but I don't want your baby."

He put his hand on hers stopping her, "Just a little longer, I'll pull out," he pleaded, desperate to get his dick inside her again. Jessica looked at him unsure of whether she should chance it. "You'd better," she said finally.

She sat up and put her jean under her ass sitting in front of him with her legs partially spread. He got the message and sat up, his entire back ass and legs covered in wet beach sand. 

He used his body to push her down onto the sand gripping his cock and pushing it against her pussy as she spread her legs for him. "Yess," Jessica moaned as he pushed into her cunt again, slipping all the way in. He pulled out slightly and eased in again, and then again. Slowly he started rocking her body as he slid in and out of her tender slit. Jessica's legs rode up his waist and she wrapped her arms around him as he fucked her, moaning as her arousal grew anew.

He went faster and faster with every thrust until he was slapping into her hard and fast. He enjoyed the way her moans grew louder as he fucked her faster her pussy lips curling around his shaft as it pistonned in and out of her.

"Fuck, you're close aren't you," Jessica huffed in a husky voice as her body rocked with his thrusts, "can feel you throbbing inside me, I'm ready baby."

He just grunted in reply as he gripped her thigh and slowed down easing in and out her cunt his cock aching as it twitched sheathed inside her warm depths. Jessica gripped his ass and pressed her waist into his moving it side to side loving the feeling of him twitching inside her. He thrust slowly enjoying the feeling, her pussy was so delicate, so tight, yet so soft, her lips following the movement of his cock, curling up into her cunt when he thrust in and sticking to his dick when he pulled out. His balls burned as he moved between her thighs but he tried to hold out, knowing that once this was over he would never have Jessica Alba again.

"Fuck, yeah god that's good," show whispered in his ear, 'cum inside me."

He paused at her change of mind, his cock burning as he held back his load.

"Do it," she said again grinding her waist into his, "I want to feel you fill me."

"FFFUCK," he finally yelled out slamming into her hard holding there unable to hold out any longer, his load gushing up his shaft and exploding inside her. Jessica's mouth opened in a breathless scream as she felt him ejaculate inside her, her pussy sealing around his cock and milking his hot sperm. Her thighs tightened around him, her toes curling and her eyes drove to the back of her head as she pressed her groin to his, the feeling of him cuming inside her, tipping her over the edge again as she came with him. He ground his waist into hers as he shot strings of cum into her body his cock throbbing as the pleasure filled his entire body. Jessica was with him enjoying her second climax holding him close to her shuddering body her back arching pressing her tits to his chest.

His cock twitched again as he emptied his balls in her. Her legs went slack after he was done his weight resting on her slender body as he spent his energy. She could still feel the soft pulses of his dick inside her as it deflated. He kissed her cheek and jaw line for a minute then pulled out of her getting up. Jessica lifted herself up on her elbows most of her back covered in sand, and smiling at him, "that was incredible."

He smiled back then looked around; the rain seemed to have stopped. "What's wrong?" Jessica asked him.

"Ehm-no nothing," he said returning her smile.

"Hey, it's okay, I wanted you to cum inside me," she reassured him.

"We better get out of here," she said getting up and using her coat to get the sand off, "I need a hot shower, this weather is starting to chill me to the bone."

She was right, he could see the goosebumps forming on her body, and he himself felt the nip in the air. They both threw their wet clothes on. Jessica looked at him rubbing her hand through her wet hair, "So my hotels not far from here and I need to clean up, you care to join me for a shower?"

"I thought you were the wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am type?" he replied, raising an eyebrow, hoping he didn't ruin his chances of having sex with her again.

She laughed, "I also said if a guy wanted to do it more than once I was game, so how about it?"

She put on her glasses and hat, walked up to him, and pecked him on the lips after which they walked toward the docks anticipating things to come...



Another Army Conversion



This is a true story as told to me in an email from a reader.

I looked forward to joining the Army. The only choice I had, really. My parents had no money, and we lived in the poorest town in the poorest part of Alabama. Jobs were hard to get and paid only enough to make crime worthwhile. Aside from the part about you-might-get-killed, the Army was the original Great Escape.

The day I turned 18, I walked into the recruiter's office, and I never looked back. In answer to my prayers, the Army took me far, far away from our little, shabby house of unpainted, cracked boards with the smell of garbage, the grit of sand and dirt, and the roar of trucks, machinery, and arguments. The Army marched me away to a new life in a barracks, moving me from a shanty into an apartment building. 

The barracks was solid, red brick, and smelled of floor wax, bleach, and the odor of railroad-ties -- creosote, the stuff the Army used to preserve equipment in storage. I loved the barracks. It was simple and Spartan -- tile floors, tile walls, everything easy to clean. It didn't have the old-fashioned "troop bays" in which a platoon of men slept in cots lined up along each wall. Our barracks had two-man rooms almost like a college dormitory. 

I came in sandy and gritty every day, but the barracks was clean (we had to clean it), the Army laundry washed my clothes, and every week we got clean sheets. Sounds around me were men's voices, motor vehicles, and bugles over loudspeakers. I never heard gunshots and screams at night.

Life was good. I was lucky on a couple of counts: I got into the Army, and I was saved from sin. 

Back home, the church was a refuge from the drugs, gangs, whores, and gunfire. The pastor liked me. He called me "Little Saint Luke." The church taught me to put on the armor of righteousness to protect me from the evil -- until I joined the Army, where suddenly the armor was a shiny silver advantage over other men: they were sinners; I was saved. I tried to share my righteousness with the others, who knew only wickedness.

I was in the infantry for about three years, trying in my quiet way to improve the lives of the sinful, hedonistic men around me, trying to get them to show a little restraint in their personal lives -- easing off on the drunkenness every weekend, not cussing so much, showing a little more respect for women.

I had not been very successful. Every time I straightened a guy out, got him trying to improve himself, reading and praying, a bunch of the others would take him downtown and get him drunk (again), ruining all my work.

My last bunkmate, nice guy from Philadelphia, had left the Army a few months earlier. I had worked with him patiently, gently trying to lead him into the path of righteousness. One day I got a postcard from him. At first I thought it would be a message of thanks for showing him the evils of his ways, but it started out "Dear Saint Luke" and went on to describe leaving the Army as "a dance out of the gates of prison." I was astonished to read at the end, "So long, Holy Joe, hope I never see you again!"

Holy Joe? I thought we were friends. I thought I had improved his poor, low-life, self-indulgent character and helped him to have more self-respect. So he was just putting up with me, "gnashing his teeth," as he put it, until he could get away from me, a kindly man trying only to save the sinful wretch. He called me "a self-righteous prick."

Well, that was a downer. But what could I expect? The man was a low-life, profane, and sinful.

His replacement was a Corporal Ron XXXX, a California surfer-type used to life on the loose, a real hedonist, no self-control at all. Man, I've got my work cut out for me with this guy!

Ron was a giant, real big, muscular and strong. He stood 6'6" and I guess a good 215 pounds, a real chunk of US Prime Beef in Army fatigues -- but whenever we were in the barracks, he was usually "out of uniform." Shirt off, boots off, pants off in that order the second we walked into the room. 

The guy loved to lounge around in his boxers so much, I figured he was imagining himself back home in a surfing contest at Huntington Beach, lying back on the sand wearing nothing but a green pair of Army-issue baggies. 

Somehow without his uniform, he was an even bigger dude -- broad shoulders, big muscles, big chest -- and unlike most blond guys, he was very hairy, covered with a coarse, wiry, golden thatch that made him look like some sort of Viking warrior. 

Okay, most soldiers in the barracks lounge about in their underwear -- something I always, in my quiet, humble way, tried to get them not to do -- but Ron took it one notch further. He was even worse than my previous bunkmate (the ungrateful lout back in a life of drunken debauchery in Philadelphia). After a shower Ron toweled himself off but stayed naked. Never put on clothes. Didn't get dressed until he had to put something on to leave the barracks. 

Ron would walk around bare-skinned all day if he could. I wondered if he was a nudist back in California.

At first it was not a problem -- I saw dozens of naked guys in the showers every day, and I had all my life. I preached to him from time to time about decency and modesty, but Ron ignored my kind, reasonable encouragement. And gradually . . . 

Gradually, gradually, gradually . . . 

I began to notice that Ron had a big one. 

At first it was a casual look at Ron's lower abdomen -- that his wedge-shaped torso narrowed down to his hips with a treasure-trail of that coarse golden hair leading down over his chest and belly to a curly mass at his crotch. 

And a big penis.

At first I didn't think about it -- some guys have big ones; others don't -- but it crawled into my brain like a small ant at the edge of my plate. I should have flicked it away. 

Ron would walk around, pulling on that big penis, feeling his testicles, and talking to me like nothing was wrong. I found myself reading the same page of my book over and over. Polishing the toe of my shoe for a half-hour. Cleaning my rifle for so long I was wearing out the ramrod. Couldn't concentrate. Distracted.

Ron's penis was nearly always partially erect -- heavy, fat, ponderously swinging as he walked around. Never little. Never short. Never at full-retract like I always get after a hard run or when I'm cold. 

Ron's penis was always at Extend. Not quite a full-on erection, rubbery enough to hang down and swing between his legs. 

I didn't mean to. I really didn't. But I began to pay attention to it. Look at it. Watch it. Wait for it.

He had a foreskin -- He's lucky he's in the Army today. Back in WWII, the military circumcised everybody who wasn't already. It made the whole organ look like a smooth, tapered missile. The head peeping out at the end looked like the radar-eye in the front of a laser-guided bomb.

And it was thick. Even when he was walking around, rummaging in his locker, or sitting on his bed shining his shoes, it was a fat cigar, a thing so big I wondered how it felt to walk around with such a mass between the legs. I bet it's 2½ inches thick! My heavens, what would it be like if he gets any bigger with a full-on hard? 

But what on earth am I thinking?? He's one of God's creations! Not an object of lust!

About then Ron looked my way, so I averted my eyes. Oh, right! All I need is to get caught staring at another man's penis. All my careful years of good behavior would go up in smoke.

One day we had counterinsurgency training out in the desert. Ron and I moved with the squad among the buildings of the fake village, on guard and alert, watching for the enemy. When we got the signal warning about an enemy sniper, we scattered. 

I climbed away from little trail between the shacks, and Ron rolled into a dry ditch. From the hillside, I looked down at him. His sliding down the bank had pulled his pants up tight against his buttocks. 

A wedgie! I snickered, but it did accent the sensual lines of his hard, rounded buttocks. Man, look at that! Like hard loaves. Then I snapped my eyes away. Heavens, what's coming over me??

I slid down the bank into the ditch with Ron. The sergeant on the cusp of the hill motioned to us to be still, so we crouched there, and as I lay behind Ron, my view was between his legs, at that gorgeous rear end -- at the big penis I knew was packed inside those camouflage pants.

Then I rolled away. No, no, no! I've got to stop thinking like this!!

The rest of that patrol was hell. Inside the enemy buildings, I caught myself noticing that Ron was like a lithe cougar, moving smoothly and powerfully around the obstacles. Walking through the courtyards and streets, I watched how masterful he was, how in control, how sure of his decisions.

Okay, both of us were just corporals, hardly at the top of the food chain, but within the range of his authority, Ron took charge and called the shots. As we moved on, I stayed behind him -- so I could watch. 

And that made me ashamed. I'm watching the guy like looking at the pictures in a sexy magazine! And that's evil! Even worse than reading a Playboy. He's a man! I can't be lusting after a man! Lust is sin!!

Sweat popped out on my face -- and not from the heat of the day. I've got to get out of here. I have to take leave. Spend a week in the Catskills. Go to Disneyland. Wish I had a girlfriend.

I thought for a moment. It's true: I need a woman, somebody to get me back into Proper Attitude. I wish I could pick one up somewhere. That's easier for these other heathens. They don't have any standards. I sighed. I couldn't pick up a whore in a bar. Somehow I had to get Ron to stop going around naked.

When we got back to the company area that afternoon, I rehearsed a little speech I was going to give Ron, but he quickly stripped down, grabbed his towel, and took off toward the showers. Nuts. 

I gave him a good 10 minutes before I left for the showers myself because I didn't want to see his naked body slick and shiny with water running in rivulets over his big muscles and dripping in streams from that big cock. I wanted to be free of the sight of Ron and his big one. Somehow it had stuck in my mind, and, God help me, I wanted to look at it. And that was evil.

As I walked to the showers, sure enough, I passed him in the hallway on his way back to our room with a towel around his hips. I made it: while washing myself I would not have to watch that big thing swinging back and forth between his legs. I could look at something else. Think of something else.

Still I worried. I had an erection just thinking about him. I walked into the shower room, hung my towel on a hook, and looked down. I'm okay. A little bigger, a little extended, but nothing serious. I tried to remember the words to a hymn to take my mind off sex. It worked. I replaced Ron and his big one with Bringing in the Sheaves, and with a shrinking penis, I washed up and padded back to the room.

There I found Ron moving around the room hanging up his field gear. 

Naked.

Penis swinging back and forth like a giant clock pendulum. 

Naked.

Bare. Hot. Long. Thick. Oh, look at that thing! It was huge. Is that bigger than normal? Is he turned on? I could hardly breathe. Look at that thing!!

He turned from his locker and faced me, and I was powerless as his naked body -- and that giant penis -- came fully into view. I sat on my bunk, speechless. I could hardly breathe.

He moved slowly toward me and stopped a foot away, hands on his hips. It IS harder! It's up! Aiming straight at my face. I should stop him-- 

--"You're breathing hard, man." Ron's voice was soft. 

Oh, no, it's true, I am panting! With his body that close, every breath brought me the clean scent of Army-issue Ivory soap. And a fainter, background odor of male: his skin, his muscles, his scrotum, the smell of sperm. I should be nauseated! But it was overpowering, intoxicating. 

He reached down, took my hand and put it on his cock. No! Evil! This is evil!! But as much as I tried, I could not resist. The big thing burned my hand! A penis from Hell! The devil squeezed my hand, making me grip it, and I felt my own penis jolt to erection under my towel. 

Still holding my hand, he started stroking himself -- making me jack him off, and the loose, velvety skin slid back and forth over his hard meat. My heart pounded. "I knew it!" His voice was a hiss. "You want it! You're a fag!" 

He let go of my hand, and I kept stroking. I can't believe it! It's thrilling! Like the control stick of a fighter plane! A dizzying feeling of power. His control stick. Ron's gearshift. I was controlling his body! Holding his throbbing penis was a tremendous rush of power. Like holding the Eject-lever for an atomic bomb in a B-52.

I grasped his foreskin and pulled it all the way back. I wanted to see the head. And it appeared: the head of Lucifer: red, moist, flaring, evil! I was hypnotized.

"Wanna taste it?" 

I could barely hear him for the roaring in my ears. When I didn't answer, his voice grew hoarse and urgent: "Go ahead. Suck my cock! You know you want to!" 

I was dumbfounded. Suck his cock! A man has actually told me to suck his cock! I never imagined I would hear such blasphemous words! Cock! Suck his COCK! Even the sound of the word was wicked. A single syllable. Nothing but two clicking sounds from the back of the throat -- like the sounds a cock makes sliding down it.

I still held it in my hand, still stroked it, and all I could see was Satan's red face, that giant eye staring into me, commanding me to open to it. Open my mouth to a cock! And the smell. The aroma of Ron's crotch overpowered the clean soap, and it overpowered me. In every breath was the scent of sin! 

I leaned over and licked it, but I was drunk on it before I ever touched it with my tongue. After two licks I spread my jaws wide, and Ron sank the slimy, hot bulb into my mouth! This is evil! The work of the Devil! Indeed, his cock seared my lips like brimstone as he worked it in, and Ron's voice was like the grunts of a demon: "Ah, God, that feels good." 

He shouldn't take the name of the Lord in vain! 

I wanted to swallow the big cock, but it was so fat it wouldn't fit down my throat! God, he's big! Nobody on earth could suck this goddamned thing all the way down. All I could do was slurp his cockhead, licking around it while I stroked the shaft. With both hands. Son of a bitch, it takes two hands to stroke it!

As sat on my bunk sucking and stroking Ron's cock, he reached down and pulled my towel away from my hips, revealing my throbbing erection. "Got a hardon for me, do ya?" He snickered.

I blushed. It's true. I've got a hardon for him. My cock is hard for him. Those words burned through my mind like forced confession. My cock is hard for him. My cock. I have a cock, not a penis. And it's hard! For him!!

Knowing my cock was hard for him turned him on. His hips lurched at me, bruising my mouth, and his hands clenched the sides of my head. Oh, my God, he's going into an orgasm!

He let out a deep, throaty groan, and a huge gush of hot, thick slime shot down my throat. I almost choked. Sperm! Satan's brew! I'm drinking the sinful liquor of a man's balls! I was participating in the most degrading, humiliating act possible.

I expected it to taste like something from a sewer pipe, but it had a strange, haunting taste. Like what I couldn't exactly say -- something terribly evil -- but it was . . . familiar. Like a memory I couldn't quite place. The taste of power. The taste of strength and violence. 

The taste of male! 

I liked it. Made me drunk. I gulped for more, and Ron ejaculated a good six or seven times. Incredible!

I am ashamed to admit that in moments of weakness, I have occasionally succumbed to self-abuse, but I never shot as much sperm as Ron did. And I'm drinking it! Swallowing his sperm!

Again the voice of the Devil: "Yeah, swallow my jizz, man!"

Jizz! That's what it is -- jizz! I'm swallowing another man's jizz! I'm sucking his cock! I'm a cocksucker!

Horrible words. The undoing of any righteous man. I was ashamed. Mortified. 

Worse, somehow I knew, deep inside, I was discovered! Ron had opened a door I didn't know existed. Laid bare a part of me I didn't know was there. As bad as I felt, I was more horrified to realize I was okay with it: I LIKED sucking Ron's cock. 

I licked around his cockhead, slurping up more of his jizz. Remembering what I did in the last stages of "playing with myself," I thumbed the big tube on the bottom of his cock and pushed more sperm up to the tip, and there I slurped it off.

And I came! Without touching myself -- my cock bobbing alone and horny in my lap! 

A red haze blinded me, and a hard, boiling orgasm started in my balls and spread through my body! I shot rounds of my own jizz onto Ron's leg and the barracks floor. Much more than I ever shot before. 

I was dazed. Sucking a man's cock gave me the biggest orgasm of my life. My own body betrayed me! It cummed for this man, speeding my descent into hell. 

Finally Ron finished, and his cock shrank back to only Super-Large. When he pulled it out, streams of his jizz leaked from the sides of my mouth. I licked my lips, but sperm drooled over my chin and onto my chest.

I had but one thought: God, that felt good! I looked at the big cock. It was handsome, a pleasure to look at. It was beautiful. I realized with a jolt that I was in love with it. I wanted to suck it again. 

Ron looked down at me. "Well, Corporal, looks like we got a new bunk arrangement."

Bunk arrangement? What's he thinking?? "Now wait just a minute--"

--I started struggling as he shoved me back onto the bunk and fell forward onto me. I fought like a like a badger. I am a trained soldier, after all, and what he intended disgusted me. Impossible! The ultimate evil! Surely he can't want to--

--But Ron was so much bigger, he overcame me simply by lying atop me. Again I fought not to inhale, to keep from breathing in his male musk. But I had to breathe, so I stayed drunk on the smell of his cock, his balls, his jizz. I can still taste it! My mouth is full of it!

Once he pinned me on my back with his naked body, he raised my legs, spreading and raising them. "You got a nice ass, man." Satan's voice.

He likes my ass. Cool air tickled between my buttocks, and I knew my rectum -- my asshole -- aimed at him, ready for him. I fought and struggled, but the feel of his hot, sweaty skin and his hard muscles made me weak. He knelt between my spread legs in spite of my writhing, and he wiped his cockhead up and down my ass-crack. 

From the corner of my eye I saw him scoop some Vaseline from an open jar nearby -- I'll be damned! He had this all planned!! I fought, wrenching away my hips, but he slathered the Vaseline onto his cock then swiped it over my asshole! 

Then it happened! Ron won. He pressed his cockhead against my clenched hole, and Oh, shit! Son of a bitch!! IT HURT!

Nothing but a doctor's finger had ever jammed through my rectum, but Ron kept pressing, and gradually he forced it through. Almost with a pop, his cockhead slid inside me! I'm fucked! I've got a man's cock in my ass! The ultimate perversion! Indecent! Evil!

And it hurts! God damn, it hurts!! 

Once he conquered me, got his cock inside my tight opening, Ron held it there, not moving. Satan letting me adjust to life in hell! Damn, it hurt! Tears streamed from my eyes -- and I sure as hell would have been screaming if we hadn't been in an Army barracks. 




Another Army Conversion



Even in that extreme moment, I knew that to get caught (even being raped) would have meant prison time or at least being thrown out of the Army.

But heaven blessed me, and my asshole slowly stretched to accommodate Ron's huge cock -- God, it's like a telephone pole up my ass! -- and after a few minutes he pushed in a few more inches, again letting me savor his size, letting me stretch to him. "Goddamn it! You bastard!" I hissed. "This is fucking wrong!"

Ohmigod! Did I just say that??

"Tsk, tsk! Lucas, Lucas, such language!" The Devil was laughing at me. "Chill out, Luke." His voice was low and guttural. "Be patient. You're going to like it."

That was hard to believe. My asshole was on fire. Gradually, in a desperate search for relief, I relaxed a little, and the pain lessened. Then I tried very hard to relax, and taking advantage of that, Ron slid in a couple more inches. Again I stiffened in pain, but when he stopped, I relaxed again, and the pain was not as sharp. 

I was panting, staring up into his face, and his eyes were dark, insane, the eyes of a demon. He gave me another lurch, then another, and another, and finally, "I'm in you, man. To the balls." 

I looked down. My god! My poor, tortured asshole had swallowed Ron's huge cock! All of it! His golden cockhair was an erotic sunset over the point of his violation, and my spread thighs were like mountainsides forming the Valley of My Shame. It still hurts! No way do I like this! It's unnatural! Evil! The Devil's work--

--but just then he pulled back. His huge cock slowly retreated, sensually sliding back through me, slick and slimy with Vaseline and my gut-juices. My ass, stretched impossibly tight around him, was hypersensitive and sent me fiery, heavenly, unbelievably pleasurable shivers of ecstasy! 

The pain faded away, blended somehow with the pleasure into a breathtaking ecstasy! When he started the in-stroke again, it was almost more than I could take! My head rolled back on the bunk, my eyes closed, and all my struggling ceased. Satan is torturing me with his evil pleasure! 

The Devil's angels danced in front of my eyes, and I writhed and squirmed in hellish pleasure! It was terrible, awful, wonderful!! I fought heroically, struggling against the wickedness of having a man fuck me, but I was naked. No armor of righteousness. And Ron did fuck me. His giant cock lunged in and out again and again, and as I heard his breathing grow labored, I realized I was panting, too. 

Succumbing to the torture. Broken on the evil rack. The Devil had conquered me with hellish pleasure. By skewering me on his evil rod, Satan got to me! I clawed at the sides of the bunk, and my hips worked with him, matching his strokes, driving his cock deeper. "C'mon, you big son of a bitch! Stick that big thing in me! Fuck me! FUCK ME TO DEATH!!"

I was no longer in control of myself. I was Satan's plaything, the California Demon's pleasure-hole, a tight rectum with one purpose -- to please the Devil! 

Ron fucked me to death. No longer in slow, tantalizing strokes, the Demon battered my poor hole with short, vicious jabs, and -- I never would have believed it -- we came together.

As he rammed into me with a last, violent lunge that sank his cock practically up to my lungs, a wave of ecstasy again swept over me, and I spurted my own jizz all over his belly and my chest! God, what an orgasm! Even bigger than before!

I came in gigantic globs, and at the same time I felt a hot, wet swelling in my guts as Ron dumped his load in me. Biggest climax I ever had. Never shot so much. Never had such a long ecstasy. Never so intense. 

Ron had indeed fucked me to death. The old me died, melted into a piece of soft, loving meat wrapped around Ron's devil-cock. The old me sank back onto the bunk in total, complete surrender -- and died. A good, righteous man was fucked to death. 

Reborn was a sinner, a cock-loving slut. 

Ron's big cock fucked me into a new life. I couldn't believe how much ecstasy could come from my asshole! I'd never known such pleasure, and I wanted it never to end. From then on, Ron's magnificent cock was my obsession. 

I would have lain there, skewered on the end of his wonderful cock for the rest of the week, but that, of course, is not the Army way. As Ron's great power cooled, he finally pulled out, and my ass, stretched to a size I knew could smuggle baseball bats, felt empty, abandoned, missing the big pole. 

Satan had won. I was his cum-sucking servant.

Ron brought his face closer to mine, and I kissed him. A stallion had just fucked me, stabbing pleasure into me against my will and breaking me to his service, and my kiss was of gratitude. Our tongues wrapped around each other the instant our lips met -- like jacking off in our mouths. 

I was in a new world. Ron's world. A man's cock in my ass! I never dreamed it could be so fabulous! I wanted more, of course. From then on all I could think about was Ron's big cock and how my asshole longed for it.

We didn't dare sleep in the same bunk. Anybody -- especially sergeants -- could open the door to the room to call us out for whatever duty they wanted, so for all outward appearances, we were just two infantry soldiers sharing a barracks room. But when things were quiet and nothing was happening, Ron took me whenever he wanted, and I wanted him all the time. If he was tired or just wanted a quickie, I eagerly sucked his cock. I loved his jizz. My favorite bedtime snack.

My favorite position was one we sometimes used when people were moving around outside the room and the danger of discovery was greatest. Naked as usual, Ron stood facing me, and naked too (I was learning to live like Ron), I jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He hooked his arms hooked under my knees, supporting me, and forced me back against the wall, suspending me in mid-air as his cock sank through my asshole.

The barracks wall was cool against my bare back, and Ron's cock was a red-hot poker up my ass. As he leaned against me, my arms wrapped around his shoulders, and I begged him for it. "C'mon, you big fucker! Pump me so full I leak!" 

But my voice was a hiss. We could hear other men's voices through the wall, and they could hear any yells or moans from us. At any second somebody could open the door, and we would have only seconds to untangle before they looked around the door and saw us. The danger added to the excitement. 

I loved to watch Ron's face at the end of a fuck-session. Lost in his own passion, he lunged into me in short, deep, violent strokes, jamming as deep as he could possibly reach. Usually seeing Ron get his gun pushed me over the edge, and when we had orgasms together, it was like they fed off each other, increasing the pleasure until the ecstasy was unbearable. Damn, this is fabulous! "Take me, you bastard! Take me! Fuck me DEEP! DEEPER!"

For as long as Ron and I were bunkmates, we fucked an average of about once a day. The back of my underwear was always wet from his jizz leaking back out of my ass.

But our world came to an end. The Army transferred Ron to another unit. Damn! The dream is over.

Another guy was assigned to my room, a decent, upstanding young man who didn't drink, didn't smoke, and attended church regularly. This is good. Now I can get back on the straight and narrow.

But after a few weeks, the new guy said, "How come you always walk around naked? You only put on your uniform when you have to go out of the barracks."

I smiled. "Goddamn, man, don't let it bother you. We're both men here." And my cock swelled a little. 

I spotted him looking at it, and when he looked up, he saw that I caught him looking. "Like what you see?"

His voice was quiet, timid. "Yeah." Things were moving along just fine.

I love the Army. It's a great life for a guy from the poor side of town. In the Army everybody's equal -- except those guys with the real big ones.

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Another Auntie I’d Like to Fuck



Everyone in this story participating in sexual activity is at least 18 years of age.

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Another Auntie I'd Like to Fuck

This was my senior year at university and I would be graduating in the spring. Then, out to the real world of work and career and responsibilities. Yuck! I would be ready when the time came, but until then, I would focus on the two things that really mattered to me: my education, and keeping my lovers happy. Both would take dedication, but I was up for it, as you might say.

The fall semester flew by. My courses were heavy in writing papers and research while my love life stuttered a bit because of schoolwork. Nonetheless I got enough sex from the women in my life: Eva, Kati and Rebecca, and occasionally Anna and her friends. I could have had a different one (or more than one) every night had I wanted to, but there really wasn't enough time, and my education was important.

By the Christmas break I was starting to go a bit batty on the study side of my life so I decided I would need a real change to recharge my batteries. Sure, I could fuck my way through the full two weeks, but I was already getting a lot of sex and I really did want a change. That's when my big idea jumped into my thoughts.

I would fly back east to visit the family I had not seen since we had moved West when I was a young boy. It would be good to meet my cousins, uncles and aunts as an adult. I had last seen them around age nine — except for Suzanne who have visited us a couple of years prior, and we already know what happened between Suzanne and me, right?

But this trip was about visiting, making new friends and enjoying some winter activities, something not really easy to get into here on the West coast. I found a pretty good deal on flights out of Vancouver to Montreal where my relatives would pick up from the airport. The plan was for me to stay with different relatives for a few nights each. I would find out with whom and where once I was in the city.

The arrangements were simple enough to make, even before the age of the internet and email and when the day came to leave, all I needed was a ride out to the airport. Kati had volunteered to drive me out and I was to leave my wheels at Eva and Ray's house where Kati, their granddaughter, lived.

I was heading out on a late flight so the plan was to have dinner with my friends and then get a ride out for my flight.

We had a lovely meal with salads and light sandwiches and sat around with a bit of wine to have a chat. Eva and Kati were particularly interested in my plans and to find out more about my relatives. Ray seemed less interested, but then again, I would have been much the same if the roles had been reversed. Eventually, he got up and went upstairs saying as he left, "the girls have a little surprise for you, Paul. I should go up."

I must have looked perplexed because Kati said, "It's nothing, really. He's teasing."

My flight was in about four hours so I had two hours to rest, relax and visit before we would go. I asked if they wanted to play some backgammon or cards or something. Or maybe we could watch TV?

Eva sat back and gently shook her head left to right, and was joined by Kati also looking like I had said the wrong thing and they were disappointed. I got the idea very clearly so came back with, "Well, what the hell do you have in mind?"

They had something in mind, and I should have known, but I think I was too focussed on the trip because it surprised me when they told me, almost together, "We want to say goodbye to you in a way you won't forget. Come with us..." said Kati, taking me by the hand and pulling me up the stairs with Eva right on our trail.

It was around this time that I started to get the idea. "Ohhhhhh...." I said on the stairs. "Right."

Kati pulled me into her bedroom with Eva following me. Before we were even all in the room, Kati had pulled off her t-shirt and was sliding off her jeans. She had a simple but pretty white bra on, just barely holding her breasts in place and offering massive cleavage.

As she stripped, I turned to Eva because I had always believed we did not involve Kati in our games, but this was a new day. Looking at Eva, she also had already lost her top and was demonstrating an ever larger pair of boobs and the requisite canyon of cleavage. She was wearing almost the same bra as Kati, bright white and barely big enough to contain her generous mounds.

Kati had stripped down to bra and panties and as Eva was catching up, Kati took up the task of my clothing. She almost ripped some buttons off removing my long-sleeved shirt. Once it was off, she ran her hands all over my chest showing an appreciation that always impressed me.

Meanwhile, Eva had squatted in front of my and was taking off my pants. She got those off then yanked off my boxers as well. This was all going so quickly that my cock had barely responded. That changed soon enough.

Kati joined Eva at my feet and took hold of my growing erection with her little hands. She pointed me towards Eva's mouth as if holding a hose. I was getting harder, but still had flex and a bit of droop. Eva came at me from below, letting my cock slide into her mouth like she was sucking on a big candy.

I was soon much harder and on my way to total hard-on, especially with these two fine lovers working in tandem.

A few sucks by Eva and a few more pulls by Kati and they had what they wanted: rock hard Paul-cock.

I was pulled onto the bed and placed in a comfortable reclining position. I was happy to be letting the women keep control because I had always had a good time with each of them. Together, though? Never. This was a brand new experience. I was getting blowjobs and likely much more from the two most beautiful black women I had ever been with, once milk chocolate, one dark chocolate and me, white chocolate at best.

Eva was talking to Kati as she played with my cock. I could hear a few words that suggested she was teaching Kati something.

"You have given Paul some good blowjobs, as he's told me, but I know you want to get more out of it, and to give your man more pleasure, right?"

"Of course," replied Kati. Turning to me she said, "how much do you tell her and Ray?"

Eva came to my rescue, "you already know how open we ALL are, including you, so please don't be upset."

"I wasn't upset, I promise. Just surprised is all."

I piped up, "besides, didn't you tell me once about fisting Eva? That was incredibly hot, by the way.

For the next hour, Eva and Kati worked over my cock. Eva taught her granddaughter how to keep a man from coming and how to feel when he was getting close.

They took turns using their mouths on me. They licked my glans, up and down my rigid shaft and even my balls. Kati seemed to like having one in her mouth and playing with it with her tongue with just the right amount of effort. For her part, Eva spent lots of time demonstrating deep throating and having Kati try it. Much as she practiced, the younger woman only ever got about two-thirds of my meat down her throat.

When the time came for me to come, Eva asked me how I would like it and with which of them?

I had a very difficult time deciding, especially as Kati was stroking my cock at just the right pace to keep me going, but not quite enough to make me shoot.

"How about I come in Kati's mouth and she snowballs it to you?" I asked tentatively because it wasn't something I was sure Kati could handle.

"Do you know what a snowball is, Kati?" asked Eva.

"No idea, but I am curious."

"It's when a woman takes a man's load into her mouth then transfers it to a second woman, or third..."

"Wow. That's so fucking hot," said Kati. "Let's do it!"

With that commitment to expanding her sexual repertoire, Kati covered my cock with her mouth as Eva jacked me off to the same rhythm. In no time I was ready and mumbled something so Kati would realize it.

Knowing what was about to happen, Kati slipped one hand underneath my cock and grasped my balls just enough to push me past the point of no return. I had not had an orgasm for almost two days, plus this hour or so of teasing, so I was sperm-heavy and when it let go, I shot off enough to fill Kati's mouth to the point where there was overflow. Eva knew what to do and quickly licked up the excess even before Kati's lips had come off my shaft.

Then Eva lay on her back right beside me, in line with my cock. Kati had a mouthful and, cheeks bulging slightly, put herself into position above Eva's face. She slowly dribbled out a long rope of my semen, letting it fall a foot into Eva's open mouth. I watched in total amazement. My two best lovers were now sharing me in a very new and very private way.

Eva gave back the load to Kati who made a big show of swallowing it all. She jokingly burped afterwards, and said "tastes like sperm, mixed with hot older woman."

We still had time before I needed to leave so there was a little more fun to be had. As I was getting back my erection, I arranged Eva on her back in the middle of the bed and had Kati lie in the same position, but on top of Eva. She was quite short so when I had their pussies lined up one above the other, Kati had Eva's generous boobs for pillows.

I had them in that position as I moved around the bed, dragging my hardening cock along their bodies. I dipped my glans into Eva's mouth, then did the same for Kati. Eventually, we all knew I was full-on hard. It was time for me to fuck my lovers.

I knelt between their legs and aimed my cock at Eva's pussy, just below Kati's. I pushed in most of the way and thrust in and out half a dozen times. Then I pulled out and placed my cockhead at Kati's bare entrance. She was whimpering in anticipation so I pushed in just a bit, leaving at least five inches to go.

Kati usually knew what she wanted, and right now, it was to be fucked. She grabbed me at the hips and pulled me hard towards her pussy, burying me balls-deep as she did so. I took up the work and started to fuck her pretty hard, and always deep. I soon felt a hand between our bodies. Eva had reached in and was feeling around the area where Kati and I became one, where my cock was penetrating her young cunt.

As I continued to thrust into Kati, Eva put her fingers to work playing with Kati's clitoris. Feeling this, she moaned and told us: "finger me Eva... fuck me Paul!"

And we did indeed. It was quite a while before I started to feel like I might be coming. I took that moment to pull out of Kati, "just for a minute, sweetie," I said. I dropped to the lower level cunt and gave Eva a massive fuck, pounding into her as hard as I could until I couldn't hold off any more. That's when I pulled out of Eva and quickly thrust completely into Kati. She felt my renewed attack and was soon having an orgasm of her own.

Eva's hand was still at work on the younger woman's clit and I could see she was also masturbating herself at the same time. All I had to do was to have my orgasm now.

"Gusher!" I cried out quite loudly, making all three of us laugh as I shot off inside Kati's hole.

Apparently we were a bit noisy because I heard the sound of the door opening and Ray came in. He'd also undressed and was sporting his big, thick hard-on and said, "Eva, I need to fuck you now. You kids can watch if you want."

With that, Ray moved to the side of the bed and realigned Eva so her hips were facing off the bed. He spread her wide and in one easy move, had buried his thick nine inches into his wife. There was nothing special about his fucking this time. Just plain old thrust and pound, and that he did.

As Kati and I watched the action she snuggled up to me and whispered, "will you fuck me like that, too?"

It took very little time before Ray was ready. I knew that Eva had been working him over with her amazing cunt muscles, something she'd done to me many times. It took a lot of concentration not to shoot too soon when she did that.

Ray was finished so he fell onto the bed beside Eva. Laying on his back, we could see his sloppy, wet cock as it deflated. Ray had his eyes close; I was staring at Eva's lovely nakedness; Eva was watching Kati whose eyes were locked on to Ray thick meat. Her eyes never moved until he was fully soft. Then she turned her head towards Eva and mouthed, "can I fuck that one day? Please."

We showered up quickly and when Kati was all set, she drove me to the airport. I had enough time so we made out in the car a bit. This little minx was into sex as much as was her grandma. She had me slide the seat back so she could straddle me right there in the parking lot. She was wearing a short skirt and no panties. As soon as I had an erection, she dropped herself down onto my lap and fucked herself on my cock. I had little to do with it, other than enjoying her young and increasingly capable cunt.

We kissed and held each other and I assured Kati that I would be coming back in two weeks all ready to lose some loads to her, "after all, this is just a visit with the family, not exactly a sex-cursion."

When I checked in I made the offer to allow myself to be bumped if they needed a seat. "I'm not in a hurry so I can wait for a later flight if you need me to."

The airlines always like having this flexibility and I have been bumped just once, and made $500 for my trouble. This time, no need, but they did upgrade me to business class "for being so understanding," they said.

That was all part of my plan, but they didn't need to know that.

The flight to Montreal was uneventful. I was in the upgrade cabin so had free, top-tier liquor and a warm facecloth to refresh with as we took off. The meal and complimentary wine were delicious and the seating was quite luxurious.

Of course, there were very attractive flight attendants who enjoyed flirting with me and being flirted back at. The older one, probably at least 30, seemed to enjoy showing off a little and found reasons to bend over me to serve more wine or take my dishes. Each time I would get a generous view of her cleavage and she found reasons to bend over near my seat and always in my line of sight. I gently explored the possibility of taking things further, but she subtly clear we were just flirting. It was innocent fun so it was good for me, too.

When the time came to land, my flight attendant woke we up with a quite whisper right into my ear. "We going to be landing in a few minutes, sir. Can I get you anything?"

I had been sleeping lightly so I just opened my eyes to a perfect view of her breasts held snugly together to form an equally perfect little valley. Openly staring down her top, I just said, "There sure is, but I don't think I am allowed."

I looked into her eyes and got a lovely, sexy smile from her. "It's too bad, but I am flying right out again so maybe one day."

The routine of deplaning (what a dumb word!), chasing down luggage and finding my way through the airport took a good half hour, but at the end, I walked right out into the concourse and there were my aunt Jeanie and my cousin Astrid holding up a sign with my name on it.

We greeted each other warmly, if a bit cautiously, after all it had been about 15 years since I had been her. But their hugs were warm and welcoming.

We hit the road heading to a small town about an hour outside Montreal where I had been born and where all my relatives still lived. This was going to be my home for almost two weeks, starting with aunt Jeanie's.

I was surprised at the ease with which we fell into conversation even though we were basically strangers. They wanted to know all about our family out west and I about those we'd 'left behind' so many years before. I got updated on some of the biggest changes in the community like a new six-plex movie theatre and recreation centre and don't forget the new mall! I do love small towns where this stuff makes the news.

We finally arrived at Jeanie's house and it was almost as I remembered it: an eastern Canadian red brick and stonework classic; two floors with a small veranda at the back. And as we went in through the back entrance, I saw that other classic winter special: a backyard ice rink. This was a huge surprise as I hadn't even considered it. But here in this winter place, there was real snow piled up by the roads and around the driveway; real icicles coming off the roof and now, a real ice rink. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face, something they both noticed as we went into the house.

"You look pretty happy there, Paul. Glad to get home are you?" said Jeanie.

"I have been gone so long that I forgot about real winter... and the ice rink! I couldn't ask for more. It's perfect!"

"I'll take you skating tonight if you like," piped up Astrid.

"Awesome, but I am going to need skates."

After my very long overnight flight I asked if it would be okay for me to get a few hours of shut-eye before heading out to do stuff. Astrid led me up to my room and made sure I was comfortable. It seemed a bit odd how she was acting, like she was holding something back, but I couldn't figure it out. Probably I was too tired.

I slept for three hours until mid-afternoon and woke up from a dream about Kati and her hot body, and of course, the morning wood. Recalling where I was and with whom, I was soon cured of my rigidity and I went down to the kitchen to see if I could get a bit of late lunch.

Jeanie was sitting at the kitchen table reading a book and drinking coffee. She welcomed me down and offered me coffee and a sandwich — both went down perfectly. I was set to get exploring and asked if Jeanie was ready to escort me on a tour of the town.

"All set for you," she said, "and Astrid will be driving if you can believe it."

"What do you mean?"

"She just got her learner's permit to drive and is officially our only driver so she can get practice."

"Just got it, you say?"

"She turned 16 in October and was already set to get her written test and when she passed it, I had committed letting her learn to drive."

I was reminded that Jeanie and Astrid lived alone as my uncle Theodore had passed almost two years prior and I got the sense they both appreciated having a man in the house (no, not like that).

I got bundled up with the heaviest coat I owned and had brought with me, along with a toque and good warm gloves and we were off to see the town.

We drove pretty much everywhere. I got to see the new mall, the new six-plex of course, and a few other sites of note. There was the outdoor community rink where a pickup game of shinny was under way with at least 40 players getting into the play. Friends, families and girlfriends surrounded the ice, cheering loudly at every pass and goal. It was a wonderful environment that brought back so many memories. We spent an hour joining in with the cheers and hoots and I had the best tasting hot chocolate of my life... it could have been the situation, too.

The three of us closed out the afternoon by going for a burger at 'the best place in town' I was assured. It was a great burger, poutine and a super slice of peach pie with ice cream for dessert. I was stuffed and said as much. We decided to head home for a Spanish coffee and more visiting.

It was after 9 pm when the topic of skating came up again. Astrid was prompting me to go out skating in the back yard and I was game, but had no skates. No problem, she said, as they had a number of pairs they kept for when friends dropped by, almost like the skate rental at the local arena, I thought.

To make sure I was properly dressed for the skate, Astrid dragged me upstairs and told me what to wear. I was to have longjohns (check), snow pants (check), gloves and my toque (check, and check). She told me to come get her when I was ready.

It took me only a few minutes to suit up for the night so I went by her room to let her know we were ready. That's when it got weird for me.




Another Auntie I’d Like to Fuck



Astrid's door was open about a third and as I walked up I realized that she was wearing only her bra and longjohns. I had already stepped in when the scene became clear. I was turning away with an "I'm so sorry, Astrid," when she reached out to pull me further into the room.

Now this was a very attractive girl and while nothing was really on show, she did have a lovely young body that I could appreciate. But no chance that I would ever consider it as anything but my underage cousin.

"What are you so scared of? Don't you think I have a good body?" she asked with innocence.

She followed this up with a tug on her bra so more of her soft breasts showed, and she twirled to show off her perfect little bottom.

"Um, yea, you do, but you're so young!" I stuttered at her.

"No I'm not. I'm sixteen and already driving."

"Sixteen is way too young; I'm 23 for God's sake. It's not only wrong, but I could get in a lot of trouble for this."

"No way. I'm legal and you're not too old," she stated.

"You may be legal here, but where I come from, you are two years too young. You have to be 18 years old and I would get into serious trouble for even this."

"No way! You have got to be joking," she pleaded. "I am totally bummed about this."

My heart was in my throat as I felt her absolute sincerity and disappointment, but she'd had no effect 'down there,' something I felt good about to be honest. It might have been otherwise difficult.

"I would love to be friends, Astrid, and to do fun stuff with you, but that's all I can offer right now," I told her.

She put on a very cute powty-face and admitted she'd be okay with just being friends.

I decided to tease her back a bit, though: "What are you doing in two years, though?"

She jumped into me and gave me a most delicious hug, bra snug against my hairy chest, but that's all it was.

"Ready to go skating, then?" I asked.

In a flash she had pulled on a very tight turtleneck and a pair of skater's tights and we were trundling downstairs for a bit of fun on the ice.

We did have a good time and I think Astrid understood she had to be off-limits, but that didn't keep her from flirting, asking about my girlfriends and what was it like at the university. We skated in the semi-darkness for a long time until we were exhausted and fell into a snowbank. Naturally Astrid fell right beside me and squeezed up tight. Her excuse? "I'm cold, Paul."

We finally headed in and joined Jeanie for more hot chocolate, mine and Jeanie's with a little adult splash. 

Astrid went off to bed soon after, leaving her mom and I to relax by the TV with our drinks. Jeanie had changed into some baggie pyjamas plus a thick, warm robe. Much as she'd been dressed earlier, everything was very conservative: tight to the neck, nothing showing and loose fitting. Even so, Jeanie had beautiful features and judging from her face and neck, she was pretty fit under all that fabric. (Stop! I said to myself. You can't do another one of your aunts you pervert. I smiled at that last bit actually.)

Eventually, it was time for me to head upstairs and get ready for bed. Jeanie showed me where the linens were and gave me towels and an extra pillow. Then she went off to her room across the hall. I closed my door and got ready for a shower. My room had an ensuite so the shower and bathroom were completely private.

I stripped in the room, leaving my clothes in a pile by the door and padded into the washroom for a well-earned shower. Once in a while you get the perfect shower experience with lots of room so you don't hit your elbows every time you turn around, and there's great water pressure. And this shower even had a very effective massage/pulse setting, perfect for my sore muscles.

I soaked in the experience and left the pulse pound relaxation into my shoulders and legs. I only realized I should get out when the water started to feel cooler. I rinsed off fast and was jumping out of the shower when the water hit COLD. 

I dried off with these great towels, enjoying every bit of the experience. I felt great. It was time for bed.

I stepped out of the washroom and headed to the bed. Strangely, the lights were off and I was sure I had left them on. 'Some kind of timer,' I said to myself.

Not bothering to look for the light switch, I made my way over to the queen size bed and pulled back the thick duvet and silky sheet, sliding in bare as the day I was born. It felt amazing and I was instantly relaxed. I settled in then rolled over to my favourite sleeping position.

It got weird again. There was somebody in the bed with me!

"Who's that? Astrid — you can't do this."

The whisper that came back wasn't Astrid. It was her mother and my aunt, Jeanie, "it's not Astrid, Paul. It's me."

"But what are you doing here?"

"Do you want me to leave," she replied, very uncertainly.

"No. Of course not. I'm just surprised is all. But why ARE you here?"

"I doubt you will understand, but I have not been with a man since your uncle died, not one, and..." she broke off with a little cry, then added, "I had a long talk with Suzanne before they headed off to Mexico again this winter. She told me I could trust you."

What a turn of events, a real shock in fact. I had expected aunt Suzanne to go to the grave with our secret tryst for a week two summers prior, and here was her sister telling me she knew. "What did Suzanne tell you exactly?" I queried.

"She said that you were open to her when she visited you, and that you'd let her seduce you. She didn't tell me too much, but I know you had amazing sex with her — she was very proud of herself when she told me."

I simply did not know how to reply, what to say. This was too much for me to comprehend.

"Can I trust you, Paul, like your aunt told me?"

"Of course. I am just so surprised she told you that. Completely surprised."

Jeanie explained what had happened. One night the two sisters were just hanging around at the end of a long day. They were drinking and both got a little tipsy which led Jeanie into feeling maudlin. This turned the conversation to how lonely she had been for so long. Jeanie had always been very shy and reserved so finding a date in a small town became a challenge she simply could not take on. She was entirely alone, she told her sister.

Suzanne and Jeanie had always been very close, the only two girls in a family of eight kids and only a few years apart, Jeanie was older by two years. So when things got really difficult, they would turn to each other. Suzanne had been true to her word and had never said a thing about our week of hot sex. But now her sister needed some encouragement, some support. That's where I was supposed to come in.

Suzanne had told Jeanie enough about our activities that Jeanie got very interested. She had 'sold' me as both trustworthy, and a good lover. (Thank you Suzanne, I said in my mind.)

Jeanie went on: "When we found out you were coming to visit, Suzanne suggested I give you a home for the time you were here, and oh, I should get you into bed somehow."

"You are putting me in an interesting spot, aunt Jeanie," I said, "but it's quite an honour and I accept your suggestion. We should be a little more intimate."

"I was hoping you would say that, which is why I wore this into your bed."

She took my hand and pulled it onto her shoulder. I felt skin. Just skin. She pulled it down onto her breast, guiding me very gently. "I love what you're wearing, Jeanie."

"I'm glad. I am so nervous I don't know what I am doing and I was so scared you would not want an old lady like me, and what if I wasn't good enough for you, and I wondered if Suzanne was lying and playing a trick on me, and what if..."

"Stop. I am so happy you did follow her suggestion, and yes, I am sure she told you the truth about her visit — she probably even missed some things," I reassured her.

I could hear Jeanie's breathing slow down from the near-breathlessness of her a moment ago. I had kept my hand where she had left it, laying softly on her breast. And leaned in, putting my face close to hers and whispered, "You feel amazing auntie. I love how soft your skin is, so perfect under my fingers."

As I was talking, I moved my hand around very gently, first down over her tummy which was not yoga-tight but still felt good under my fingers. I moved my hand up to her other breast where I found a nipple starting to respond to my touch. I caressed her neck, then into her hair and I played with her earlobe, something that appeared to trigger a new level of response. I would remember than spot for later.

She whispered back to me, "I want you to explore all of my body... it's been so long since my skin has been touched by a man, and you are doing my confidence wonders."

I didn't answer, just kept my hand moving over her body. I glided my fingers over the face, her cheeks and over her very full lips, something I had not noticed earlier.

From there is grasped one breast completely in my hand. She was medium sized and I could tell they drooped a bit, but for a 40-odd-year-old woman, she had a lovely body. I knelt beside her so I could run both hands over her skin. I moulded her breasts, holding them together or working them individually. By now she was breathing more quickly and her hips were starting to move around a bit. I knew I was in complete control of my aunt, and that I would be showing her a very rewarding night.

My hands travelled over her hips, passed ever so lightly over her pubic mound, just barely touching the soft hair there, and worked down to her thighs. Also a bit soft (mature, you might say) they were nicely shaped and pleasing to my touch. I massaged her calves, slid past her ankles and gave her a short foot massage. That ended quickly because she was so ticklish I could do little more than touch and it was over.

It was time to go back up to the real playground... I slid my hands along her legs, working up to the triangle between her legs. When I got there her hips started shaking and she whimpered in expectation. You might say I was mean to her, but all I did was to flick her clitoris with my thumb, then I fell onto my back as if for a rest.

"Why did you stop, Paul? I love what you have been doing and it's not fair you should stop."

I replied that we had a long night ahead of us and we shouldn't rush this first time. It must have been the perfect thing to say because she gasped and let out a little mew of a cry. "Suzanne was right: you are a wonderful lover, Paul."

"And I want you to get to know me as well as I just discovered your lovely body. I want you to do the same thing to me, to explore my body all over so you get to know it intimately."

Another little gasp, this one in anticipation I think. "You want me to pass my hands all over your body?" Now she was teasing right back.

"Yes, please."

Aunt Jeanie did much as I had, travelling her hands over my chest and arms. She cupped my face and gave me a most amazing kiss with the lightest touch of her tongue to mine and over my lips. As you might imagine, by now I was seriously ready for sex, my cock being at full strength, but I knew I had to be patient. I wanted so much for Jeanie's 'first time' to be as special as it should be. I almost treated her as if she was a virgin again.

Jeanie was touching my biceps, then she knelt beside me and in the very dim light of the room I could see her lovely body for the first time. Her face was hidden but I could see that she was smiling, and concentrating. And I could see how great her breasts really looked. As I had noticed, there was sag but it just made her look bigger and softer. I could have fun with those.

She slid her hands together and followed my side down past one hip and onto my thigh. I knew she could see my erection but it seemed to be making her even more careful not to touch me there.

As she caressed my muscular thighs and calves, my cock said what it had to by bobbing back and forth as if calling out for attention. There was a bubble of clear liquid leaking out, something Jeanie must have known because as she massage my thighs, she leaned over and gave it a quick lick with the tip of her tongue. Nothing more. I was electrified, likely as she had been by the touch on her clitoris when I was exploring her body.

When Jeanie had finished exploring my body, she came close to me, putting her face right above mine and staring into my eyes. It was all I could do not to grab her right there and start pounding my cock into her. But I was a gentleman, after all.

Jeanie said to me in a little girl voice, "I know you will take care of me now, and that you will respect me."

"I feel so close to you already, Jeanie, that I can assure you with total certainty that I will respect you completely. I want tonight to be so special for you that I will do anything you want me to."

"In that case, could you make love to me, now?"

As she spoke she had moved one hand onto my thick shaft and was 'measuring' it with her hand. "I didn't realize you were so big, Paul. I mean Suzanne told me you had a nice penis, but she didn't say 'huge' like this."

I could barely contain my smile and added confidence.

"I think I should be riding you, Paul, so I can take you at my own speed. Would that be okay?"

"I am happy to provide this penis for you, Jeanie. Do with it as you wish."

"Yummmmm...."

I just lay back as I had on so many occasions — I just love the woman-superior position and I know it's better for them to control how deep I go. Then again, it's great to pound my cock into a willing and deep cunt, too.

Jeanie reached into her night stand and pulled out what turned out to be a tube of lubricant. She puddled some in her hand then slathered my cock with it. She finished up by wiping her palm against her pussy. We were ready to go, I thought.

For a woman who had not been touched in almost two years, I would have to say she'd not lost one iota of what to do. She straddled my thighs and with both hands, worked my cock up and down, using the lube to get real pressure. She did this for a few minutes, but not so much that I was in danger of coming already. No, she knew what she was doing.

Jeanie knelt on one knee and raised the opposite leg to reach over my erection. Using one hand, she placed my well-lubricated cockhead at the entrance top her pussy. I couldn't tell if it was all lube, but my aunt was absolutely sloppy wet and I went in very easily.

"You are so much bigger than your uncle, Paul. Bigger than any man I have ever had sex with, to be honest."

"How many men have you fucked, auntie?" Not exactly classy, but it seemed right for the moment.

"Five, including my loser boyfriend in high school; I don't think he even counts because he came on my panties before getting near my pussy. Does that count if he never got it in?"

"Nope. It is four, then."

"What about you? How many women had you had sex with?"

I hesitated long enough for her to say, "You can't remember?! How many have you slept with this month?"

"About six," I mumbled, embarrassed.

"So you're probably as good as Suzanne promised, then," she replied.

"I hope you thinks so Jeanie."

I barely got that out because as I was talking, she was sliding more of me into her cunt. I felt her nudging back out a bit, then going another inch deeper. She did this for a while, always in total control of her pussy, until she was sitting directly on my crotch.

"I took it all!" she exclaimed. "I didn't think I could do that after all this time, but I have all of your penis inside my pussy."

"You mean my big, thick cock is buried in your juicy cunt, right?"

"God I love dirty talk like that. Yes, your giant cock is in my tight cunt. Do you like it there?"

I answered by pushing my hips up against her, getting her to start riding me properly. She had been at it for only a few minutes before I started hearing her breath getting shorter. Her hips were now slamming down onto my rock-hard cock, in total control of her needs. I felt her hand between us as she rubbed her own clit, working herself up to an orgasm, a very welcome orgasm I could sense.

Then she came. I cannot remember a woman responding so well to a good fuck, nor one who was that active astride my meat. She kept thrusting herself against me for a long time after she first signalled an orgasm; she kept having repeats, each a little less intense, until she had orgasmed to exhaustion.

I still hadn't come, however. But I held off for now, just letting her lay across my chest and stomach, cock still buried inside her vagina.

In a few minutes Jeanie had recovered enough to realize we were not finished. I felt her pussy squeeze my cock, much like Eva always did, and I felt my erection resurrecting itself to full glory. "Want to fuck me now, Paul?"

I didn't say a word. I just rolled her off my body and positioned her on her knees in front of me. Kneeling between her parted knees, I pushed my cock towards her cunt, placing myself at her entrance. She was still very wet and my cock was as hard as it had been earlier.

I knew this rear-entrance would force my cock deeper into her than she'd done while riding me, I was initially quite careful, starting with a gentle but firm push to get about half my erection into her. I felt Jeanie push back against me, but I still held back a bit. I pushed another inch or two into her lush cunt. Again she pushed back, and this time I pushed gently until I was fully encased in her sheath.

Jeanie called back to me, "that is so much cock I feel like I can't take any more."

"You have it all auntie. I have my whole cock inside you now. How does it feel?"

Her reply was to push her hips back against me, reminding me to fuck her.

I started to do as she wanted, slowly at first, careful, then a bit more aggressively until I was doing her from behind as hard as I could. Once in a while I would go balls-deep and stay for a moment. In those instances, she would reach between her legs to my balls molded tightly inside my ballsack and she'd give them a soft squeeze.

"You remember all the tricks, don't you Jeanie?"

She tickled my balls with her nails as a reply. This just made me want to fuck her even more. I was only able to push into her a few more times before I announced I was going to come.

"That's it Paul. Fuck me until you come. I have wanted to hear those words for two years... fuck me hard. Come in my cunt. Soak me with your sperm. Fuuuuuuuuuck....

That orgasm, deep inside her body, was tremendously satisfying. No big load over her back or into her mouth or face, just a great completion into her wonderful cunt.

We slept all night in my bed, waking up around 8 am. I was curious about how Jeanie would handle her daughter's questions if she 'caught' her sneaking out. Jeanie had an easy answer: "she sleeps in until at least 10 when she doesn't have school."

When I headed down for breakfast a little later, I found both Jeanie and Astrid having a coffee with breakfast. I was surprised, but felt safe that Jeanie knew what she was doing. But that Astrid had an odd little smile on her face that said more than she meant.

After having sharing coffee, Jeanie excused herself to go have a shower, she said. Astrid and I were left to visit and plan something for the day. I asked her, "What do you have in mind for today?"

"Did my mom sleep with you all night?" she asked.

I was flabbergasted. "What do you mean?" was my only response.

"I saw her sneaking out of your room this morning, and she wasn't wearing too much. I thought maybe she had been visiting you."

I was feeling defensive for Jeanie and wanting to disavow any idea her daughter might have that we'd been playing together. "You must be mistaken..." I trailed off, not quite able to complete the lie.




Another Auntie I’d Like to Fuck



"Not likely. I know what I saw with my own eyes. She was sneaking out of your room."

"That's not something a gentleman should talk about with a young woman." I figured I had shut down this little train-wreck-to-be.

"Don't be so defensive. I am glad she spent the night with you. Did you fuck her?"

"Uh. No."

"You're lying, Paul. My mom really needs a man in her life, at least for a little while and for a lot of pleasure. And I am glad it was you, you know."

"Why are you glad?"

"Before you came to visit, I overhead auntie Suzanne telling my mom that she had seduced you when she visited, and that my mom would do well to take you to bed, too."

"You're kidding. You overhead that conversation? Quite the little spy, aren't you?" 

"My mom has been moping about my dad for two years now and I can't do anything to get her out of the house to meet other people... okay, men. And I was getting really worried because she's usually such a fun person, but now she is all withdrawn and uninterested in stuff. I even told her, 'mom, you need to get laid!' one day."

"What would you think of me if what you're saying is true, that I slept with her last night?"

"I would call you my hero. I love my mom so much that when she's hurting like she has been, it hurts me as well."

That was the moment Jeanie chose to join us in the kitchen. "What are you guys talking about — it sounded interesting?"

Astrid, smooth as could be, replied, "relationships, mom. Paul was telling me about some friends of his."

Even though this was all new to me, and I did not know either of these women very well, I felt a distinctive new feeling in the room. Jeanie had changed — she seemed to be glowing, and she was enthusiastic about our activities for the coming day.

We made our plans to go skiing for the day. There is a pretty good hill half an hour away that I had been wanting to visit while I was here, and this was the perfect opportunity. The girls got ready quickly enough and soon joined me outside where I was sitting on a bench beside the ice rink. When they came out side by side I was blown away by the sight. Both Jeanie and her daughter were wearing matching ski-bunny outfits with very tight leggings, snug ski jackets and the cutest hats.

"We're all set. Let's go, Paul. Don't want to waste all day, buddy," said Jeanie. Oh, yea, she was much happier.

We drove in silence, just listening to the holiday music on the radio and looking ahead to a fun day on the slopes. We finally arrived, bought out lift tickets and unpacked our boots and skis (I had rented what I needed at the lodge as they had been buying the passes).

They were as eager to ski as I was, and I found out they were both very good at it. I had been skiing for years so there was no problem keeping up, but they skied fast and hard. Each time we finished a run we had to choose who'd get on the chair solo; all three chairlifts on the mountain were for two people and I was used to three and four-person lifts back in the Rockies, but this was nice.

The first time I went up together with Astrid she got right back into interrogation mode. Boy she had a lot of questions, and few barriers to hold her back. Eventually, I decided I would be honest with her, if not entirely detailed.

"So, did you fuck my mom?"

"We made love. Yes."

"How many times?"

"Twice, and once in the morning."

"What else did you do with her?"

"Stuff, you know."

"Did she give you a blowjob?"

There really were no barriers holding her back.

"Not really."

"What does that mean?"

"Not really. Period."

"Did you do it to her? You know, taste her pussy?"

"Yes. She liked it I think."

"How big is your penis? Was she happy with it?

"That is way more than I want to discuss, Astrid. Maybe you should leave it alone."

"Just a hint... bigger than a hotdog wiener? A banana?"

"Big enough..." then I was rescued by the arrival of the chair at the top of the mountain. I felt the relief palpably as I slid off the chair to join Jeanie who was waiting.

It had been very interesting to listen to Astrid's concern for her mother, but a little off-putting. I was ready to have that sensitive a conversation with her, though she seemed entirely happy with it.

I was able to avoid going up with Astrid until one of our last runs. We were about to get on the lift when Jeanie announced she was done, but 'us kids' should get one more run in before giving up. Astrid was ready with her enthusiasm, set to have another chat. Fortunately, this one didn't have her mother in it, nor was I grilled on my preferences or talents.

"I have a boyfriend, did you know?" she asked right away as we slid off up the mountain.

"Really? You didn't mention him before."

"He's in my grade at school but he's immature. I am way ahead of him in so many ways."

I knew better than to ask. Didn't need to, naturally.

"Yea. I am already planning for after graduation. I want to go to university to study to be a veterinarian. He's not even sure about getting his driver's license. He's such a little boy."

"Oh. That's good for you, and being a vet would be a great career, too."

"I am thinking of dumping him soon." She left that statement hang out there, adding nothing

Naturally, I had to open my big mouth to ask, "why?"

"He's such a baby and I am getting bored with him. Do you know that he wants to stay a virgin until he gets married? I can't believe that!"

It was time for me to just shut up and let the cold wind blow past me on the chairlift.

"I have been hinting in every way I can to get him to make a move on me, but nothing. I tried to let him get to second base at the beginning of the school year and nothing. It's starting to bother me. I'm a woman now, and I have needs."

It was time for me to shut down this train of thought so I started asking her about where she'd go to university and why and when and anything else I could think of to keep her from the earlier complaints about her frustration.

As we were about to slide off the lift, she turned to me and said, "I understand you can't talk about this stuff, but one day I would love to see you do something about it."

She gave me a peck on the cheek and took off down the fastest run on the mountain with me right behind her. We raced all the way back to the lodge (she won) and had a terrific last run. Just the right way to wrap up a day's skiing.

We all went to bed early that night, right when we got home almost. Each of us was exhausted from a wild day on the snow.

It was very early in the morning, 4 am when I checked the clock, when I heard a knock at my door. I was actually pretty happy that Jeanie was coming back for another visit. I quietly opened the door only to find Astrid standing there in her nightclothes... good, thick flannelette two-piece pyjamas. She whispered to me: "I think you should go to see my mom, Paul. It's your last night here and I know she'd like another round."

"How could you know that?"

"She told me."

"No way. She told you?"

"Not in so many words, but she told me she had had the best night ever and was feeling so great this morning that she hoped to have another night as good. She had no idea I knew she'd been with you."

"You really think I should do that?"

"Yes. Go now."

I was only wearing boxers but didn't feel undressed. I closed the door behind me and headed right to Jeanie's room. I was about to enter silently when Astrid reached out and knocked loudly on the door. Then she took off giggling as she did.

I went into the room. A full moon lit up the room like it was day and I saw Jeanie as she sat up in bed, still very sleepy. I saw the recognition on her face as she realized it was me. She reached both hands out in welcome, calling me forward.

It was a fun, very exciting night. I had now been seduced by two of my aunts, and I had a cousin wishing she was in on the act.

---- 

Exactly two years later, at Christmas vacation time, I got a knock at my door. I was studying for my Master's degree so was still at university, but would be finishing in two months. I went to answer expecting it to be a friends dropping in for a seasonal drink or what have you. I did not recognize who it was at first.

Standing at my door was a young woman all of five feet, four inches with long blonde hair all the way down her back. She wore a micro-mini and knee-high leather boots which showed off her great legs. She had on a tight leather jacket open at the neck. It was tight enough to show off all of her attributes: well-rounded breasts perfectly proportional to her torso and forming a lovely cleavage as tempting as I have ever enjoyed. Her tiny waist snugged up with a belt on the jacket rounded out her outfit. And she wore a most genuine smile. I had no idea who this was, but that didn't stop me front inviting her in.

I must have looked stunned or at least I was showing I had no idea who she was. She stood there for a good while awaiting my response. When it came, I was overjoyed. "Astrid? Little Astrid? Is that you?"

"I'm glad you remember be, cousin Paul. I wasn't sure you would since I am all grown up now."

In reality, it was the makeup and long hair that had fooled me. When I got past those (I did linger for a while of course) I realized it was my younger cousin from back East. And here she was, completely unannounced.

"When did you get here, Astrid?"

"I got off the plane 71 minutes ago and took a cab right to your door — I really wanted to see you this Christmas and didn't want to waste any time. Have I come at a bad time?"

"You are absolutely welcome. Better yet, there would never be a bad time. I am so glad you're here. Is your mom with you?"

"Nope. She stayed home when I told her how I wanted to spend my first visit with my cousin... now that I am 18 finally."

Now I got it. This horny little minx had been waiting for all this time so I would be able to get into her pants without getting into trouble. She certainly had been trying when I visited, but I had held firm (no, not like that) and almost shunned her. In truth, her teasing and eagerness to let me taste her sexuality did tempt me, but it was her mom, my aunt Jeanie who got the benefits. Now things were going to be different. Astrid was of age.

"Whatever made you come all the way here? I would have thought there were lots boys competing for your company at home."

"Sure, but I have been waiting for all this time to be with you, cousin Paul. I talked to my mom a lot after you left, and she talked to me. I told her what I had been doing to maybe get you into bed, but she explained to me why you couldn't, and wouldn't do anything in response. I completely understood what she was telling me. But it only made me want you more. That's why I am here."

This might be the most amazing compliment I had ever received, and trust me, I have had lots of beautiful women pay me the ultimate compliment of their sexuality and desire, but this girl had been waiting since just after her sixteenth birthday.

"I can't believe you did that. How could you wait? Don't tell me you have never, you know, had sex."

"No, Paul. I am not a virgin, but the little boys from home did nothing to satisfy me in the way you satisfied aunt Suzanne and my mom. Both of them think you are the best lover they've ever had. At least, that's how they talk about it."

"How do you know all this?"

"When Suzanne came back from Mexico, the first thing my mom did was get her drunk and tell her all about your visit and the time you spent in bed together. I was a bit shocked at what they said, especially Suzanne."

"A few days later I took a chance and had a talk with my mom. I told her that I had been listening to her and Suzanne and that I knew all about how you had slept with them both. She was pretty shocked, but since my dad died we have always been close and have always shared our secrets."

"You are an amazing young woman, Astrid, and I just love your attitude. It's so healthy and positive."

"I learned a lot from my mom about how a woman can satisfy a man, and even more about what he can do for her, and I am hoping that you will find me attractive enough to want me... that way."

As if there could have been a doubt, "I have always found you to be a hot little number, Astrid, but until now, that's all I could do about it: think. And I am really happy that you're here. Welcome to the west coast. I will be at your service for the duration of your visit."

She giggled, a real little girl giggle, then she shrugged off her coat on top of her bag and jumped on me where I sat on the sofa. "We are so going to have fun, cousin!"

After her long trip, I suggested she should get some rest. She seemed unimpressed, but after a light lunch of salad and a glass of wine, Astrid went off to my bedroom where she fell asleep in no time. I went in after to make sure she was comfortable.

She lay there on top of the thick duvet wearing only her bra, a totally sheer little number, a her little mini-skirt. She'd kicked off her boots and her legs were bare. Lovely, so lovely, and shapely. It took most of my strength not to reach out to touch her young body, to run my hands up those lovely legs up to where I could see the edge of her sheer panties, just like her bra.

Instead, I put a light blanket over her and gave her cheek a soft peck, and let her sleep.

I was watching an evening football game on TV when Astrid stumbled out of the bedroom. She was still wearing the mini-skirt but now had on a loose t-shirt and some fuzzy slippers. I was happy to see she was making herself at home.

"Hi, sleepyhead," I said. "It's about time you joined the rest of the world."

"How long did I sleep? What time is it?"

"About five hours, and it's just after dinnertime. Are you feeling hungry?"

"Am I ever. I think that's what woke me up. What's for supper?"

She was still a kid in some ways, including the idea that I was to look after her mealtime options. I was okay with that.

I made a big Caesar salad for us and added some fresh lox to the croutons and shredded parmesan. We enjoyed a bottle of wine with the meal and spent the whole time reminiscing about my three days visiting. We talked about her new school career mid-way through her second year on the way to a degree in veterinary science.

"That is so cool that you followed up on that dream. I wondered if you knew how hard it would be, especially for someone so young straight out of high school."

"I told you I would do it, and I am. I'm getting good grades, too. If that continues I will be allowed to apply for Vet school after my third year instead of after graduation. I know I can do it."

I found out that she was not only doing well in school, but was just as active in the athletics department. Astrid was a low-ranking speed skater at her school, "but I made the varsity volleyball team this year," she countered.

"That's great. I didn't even know you were into volleyball," I said.

"Sure. It was my best sport in high school, too. I have always been the setter, of course. I'm not really built for spiking and blocking, that's for the girl giants, but I set them all up for their big points."

Thinking about it, I realized how much sense that made. An gifted athlete too short for most sports, would fit right in as the team leader role that the setter played. And she was varsity in only her second year. This girl was the real deal.

While we were talking after dinner, finishing up our wine, Astrid began to snuggle into the chair directly facing my position on the sofa. She was sitting with her legs together at her side, and she'd worked her arms into the t-shirt, as if she was cold. I could see her legs most of the way up to her hip as her skirt had slipped up that far. Her fair skin contrasted so well against the dark brown of the sofa, giving me a perfect view of her tender but strong thighs.

I knew she was watching me look at her, but she was enjoying it as well. She turned to another topic. "I have booked my return flight for a week tomorrow, Paul. Will that be okay with you? I don't want to be a burden, but I also don't have anywhere else to stay. I could change my ticket if I have to, of course."

"Don't be silly, Astrid. I am thrilled that you chose to visit me this Christmas. I did not play much more than some reading for the next semester and a bit of partying with some friends, but mostly, I planned to stay home, sleep and watch TV. Now that you're here, I can still do those things, but now they'll all be more fun."

"Will I be sleeping on the sofa, or do you have a spare room."

She was playing timid, but knew full well what the arrangement would be. I chose to play it back to her, to call her bluff as it were. "I hadn't thought about it yet, but if you like, the couch is really comfortable. I don't have a spare room of course, but I have lots of blankets and a sleeping bag that will work well out here."

"Oh."

She was buying my tease.

"You should try the couch to see if you like it," I said, getting up and giving her my hand to get up from the chair.

Reluctantly, Astrid let me help her up and dragged her feet over to the big sofa. She plopped down, almost disappointedly. I told her to lay back to see if it suited her for size and comfort. She did, trying to look genuine in her efforts, but not quite achieving the look.

"It's okay I guess. Maybe with a couple of pillows. I will have pillows, right?"

"No problem. I want you to be comfortable. That seems pretty good, don't you think?"

"I suppose." 

She had bought my prank completely. I asked her, "are you really comfortable there? Is it as good as the bed?"

"I'll be fine," she said, "but the bed is a lot nicer."

"Good. In that case, why don't we give you the bed, the big pillows and the soft duvet?"

"Where will you sleep?"

I could see her satisfaction at not being stuck on the couch, but there was still doubt there.

"I was thinking the couch, but it is a pretty big bed so maybe I could take up some room on one side if you would let me."

That's when she figured out that I had been teasing. From her reclined position on the sofa she demanded that I give her a hug for being such a great host.

I was about to lean in over Astrid but before I got there she grasped her t-shirt, hands crossed at the hem and pulled it over her head in one swift move. And there she was. The very hot and delicious young woman who'd tried to offer this to me two years prior. And I now I could partake as she wanted.

I fell onto her, catching myself on my arms on either side of her body. From there I held myself up to get a good long look at Astrid's tight young body. She still wore the sheer bra, but as I watched, she unsnapped the front closure and let it fall to the side. Her breasts were so firm that they barely moved when released form their cups. 

"Oh, my," I said, already drooling I think.

"You like, cousin?"

"Oh, my," I was in a lust loop for a while.

I slowly lowered myself until my face was directly above her lovely tits. I tongued first one nipple, then the other before latching on to one to suck on properly. I played like this with her nipples for a long time; she appreciated it all, not rushing or looking for too much too soon.

"That feels so good, Paul, lick my boobs, please."

I did as she asked, bringing my tongue across her delicate flesh, something softly and other times hard and rough. She loved it all and was mewing deep in her throat as I continued licking her all over her chest, then along her neck and finally, kissed her passionately. Hard, wet, active tongue.

I might have guessed, but Astrid was a fantastic kisser. Her mouth and lips were the perfect match for my own; she met my every move with her own matching ferocity or gentleness. I couldn't believe how good she was at just kissing. "How did you ever get so good at kissing?" I asked her. "You're amazing."




Another Batch Of Porn Reviews



I have many maxims that I live by, and one of them is "Nothing beats lesbian porn." So, in this installment, I'll be reviewing the first four films in Video Team's No Man's Land Interracial series.

All four films cast away plot and go for simple sex scenes. The whole interracial angle is the common thread, but there are others. First, and most disappointing, is that all but the first have at least one scene (if not two) that end just as the action is getting hot. Three of the films have scenes in which one girl video tapes two or more other girls fooling around. Three of them also have women wearing an ejaculating strap-on dildo. Two of them have one scene that isn't interracial. Finally, the first two films have weird Stanley Kubrick homages.

No Man's Land Interracial 1 (Video Team and Afrocentric Productions). Starring: Jill Kelly, Kenya, Avalon, Dee, Charmane, China, India, Gail Monique, Tylene Tan, Violet, and Megan. The first scene has a topless Gail and Kenya (complete with bubble butt and blue velvet dress) in a fancy dining room. "How 'bout Chinese?" Gail asks. Lo and behold, there lies Tylene on a glasstop table. In the oddest walk-on role I've seen for a while in any porn film, a Japanese man in a loincloth carries Tylene to the living room couch. He leaves; probably back to his dungeon cell where he awaits Mistress Kenya and her huge press-on nails. There are some great close-ups while Kenya eats away at Gail, but Tylene should be quiet while Kenya is eating. Both Gail and Tylene act shocked when Kenya straps on a huge black cock, but both are soon sucking away at it. The inflatable penis chair in the background is quite disturbing. I kept thinking of A Clockwork Orange. Kenya screws Gail (who keeps looking at the camera) with the tip of the dildo, but it's Tylene who cums. The others fake it.

Jill Kelly's great dirty talk is nowhere to be found in the next scene. She and Dee are quickly in and out of a tub. There's a great shot of them beside the tub with Dee licking up Jill's puss. There's a little dildo play (including a clear one with a magnifying glass on the end so you can look down into Jill's box), and strange close-ups of their feet for all you fetishists out there.

Scene 3 has Avalon (who looks Aryan) and China (who is black, and not a wrestler either) shooting pool before running to a big puffy chair. Avalon eats China's shaved snatch for a bit, and then bends over and grabs her legs so China can get some. Avalon doesn't smile until she's back on the chair and not having to look at some fat cameraman lying underneath her. They share a double-header on the floor and happily cum.

Kenya is back in her blue velvet dress (but with new press-ons) as she and Charmane go at it. There is an awkward silence before the music starts, and once it does, it's barely audible. There's a nice 69, and Kenya fucks Charmane's bald pussy with a big double-ended dildo, which they eventually share doggy style while Charmane watches herself in a mirror (which I've always found to be an erotic image). Kenya says "Uh!" a lot, qualifying her to sing back-up on a lot of Master P songs.

A threeway is next, as India (the cutest black female porn start to show up in a long while) video tapes Violet and Megan having sex in a Japanese rock garden. They move to the living room so Megan can taste India, and she clearly enjoys her meal. They nonsensically move to the bedroom where India goes back to video taping the others for a short time. She and Violent tag team Megan's puss, and she screams in joy. After India gets some double head, the toys all come out, including a black strap-on worn by India and plunged into a happy Violet. In the end, India wears a Caucasian strap-on and squirts something on the others. Is it milk? Is it mayonnaise? You make the call!

No Man's Land Interracial 2. Starring: Felecia, Dee, Amber, Annie Bunz, Bronze, India, Isabella, Jeanie Rivers, Leanni Lei, Tina Cheri, and Shaena Steel. 

The first scene in this film is painfully short. It features two cuties, Isabella (the one with reddish-purple hair) and Amber (the Chinese one whose lipstick matches Isabella's hair), going at it with the usual toys. There is some good heat here as Isabelle digs her freckled nose into Amber's puss from behind. Both girls hold toy cocks in their mouths and take turns fucking each other with them. Amber has a great time in this scene, chewing on a towel like a dog chomping a rabbit, but it abruptly ends as they really get into it.

Felecia and her disturbing little girl voice hook up with Tina Cheri in a kitchen. The odd thing about this scene is that both women are Caucasian, so there's no interracial flavor. There's a hot shot of Tina munching away at Felecia's cunt while it's perched atop the counter. Tina (who, by the way, is stacked) gets eaten and plunged with a black dildo while spread eagled over the sink. The scene ends as Felecia is cumming from some doggy vibrator treatment.

Like the first scene, number three also ends too soon. Bronze and Annie are in the shower. Bronze fills the bubble butt quota for this film and has bronze fingernail polish. Wow! Her right pinkie nail, however, is silver. I can't decide if it represents a fashion statement or a cocaine addiction. Annie is a cute gen-X moaner with a tongue stud and a butterfly tattoo on her left breast, but she looks off-set too much. She makes up for it, however, with some great close-ups of her in the bottom of a 69. You can almost count her tastebuds. They share a double dildo for a bit, but the scene stops as Bronze is giving herself some anal treatment and Annie is stuffing herself. What the hell are these directors thinking?

My new favorite blond porn start, Jeanie Rivers (whose lips were made for cocksucking), and Dee are playing nude tennis. As Jeanie walks to a fountain for a drink, the camera smoothly tracks backwards as she walks. It is so fluid that I thought I was watching a scene from The Shining. They soon move inside, where Jeanie gets some analingus from Dee. Jeanie looks bored as she screws Dee with a red vibrator, but later cums when Dee gives her the vibrator from behind.

What would a porn film be without a pizza delivery scene? Felecia, India, Leanni, and Shaena all order a pizza. For the record, here is the order: 3 pizzas. One supreme with extra cheese and without onions (Felecia and Leanni), one sausage pizza (India, who is obviously not a Hindu), and one vegetarian (Shaena). It will take a half hour to get there.

They start some touchy-feely stuff while Felecia video tapes them, but India soon takes over the camera work. The touchy-feely gets hotter and someone asks, "What about the pizza guy?" "Who cares!" is the answer. The cue thus given, the doorbell rings and the plot hole of the delivery taking a half hour is quickly glossed over. They run naked to the door, take the pizzas, don't pay the unseen man, and shut the door. He keeps knocking. I would too, but not for the money.

Now we watch them eat. Why? Why are we watching this when we had two other scenes cut short? They finally get back to fucking, and there's a nice close-up of Shaena eating some pussy for a change. She gets some vibrating anal beads as a reward. She also gets some hard dildo treatment from Felecia. We get a brief daisy chain, and Leanni sucks Felecia's toes for a bit. Felecia ass fucks India, and some of the best shots are right there. Both women are petitie, so it's hot to watch one of them get all macho on the other. Felecia then squirts the strap-on mystery goo on all three of them. As the credits roll, we watch them shower and clean up.

No Man's Land Interracial 3. Starring: Silvia Saint, Mocha, Ariel, Ashley Jordan, Brandy, Caroline Cage, Cookie, Dee, Monica, Regina, Shelia, Nefertiti, and Tiffany Mason. Afrocentric Productions is nowhere to be found in the third and fourth films.

Nefertiti, Tiffany, and Ashley are in a kitchen washing vibrators. Apparently, there was a recent party or something. Ashley looks like Jenny McCarthy, so get ready to crank! There's lots of cunnilingus on the counter. Ashley doggy fucks Nefertiti with a G-spot vibrator, much to Nefertiti's glee (great close-ups of her face here, but they sadly cut it short). Tiffany has fun as Nefertiti fucks her with a vibrator, but Ashley looks bored. It ends for no apparent reason.

Both Cookie and Monica are cute and petite, and Cookie's cookie is shaved bald. They move from one perfectly good couch to another and we get some good footage of Cookie licking at Monica's clit. They share a double dildo before the fire, but this scene also ends before it should.

Taking another cue from the second film, we get a scene without an interracial couple. Ariel, whose nipples look like Hershey's kisses, and Regina, who looks not unlike Juliette Binoche, engage in some fun toy work. Regina actually gets away with looking at the camera while she fondles Ariel's ass, because she's so damn cute while she's doing it. Regina is having fun with her, but Ariel is rather quiet at first. Once she's eating pussy, however, the fire is in her eyes. Regina fucks her so wildly with a pink vibrator it looks like she's jacking up a car. They deeply share a double dildo at the end.

Here's another video taping scene. Caroline tapes Shelia eating her while Brandy nibbles at their nipples. It's pretty hot. There are many good shots of close-up pussy eating in this scene.

Finally, we have Dee, Silvia, and Mocha. Silvia Saint (sometimes spelled Sylvia Saint) became one of my favorite stars without me having seen any of her films. Her beauty cannot be denied. Sadly for us fans, she has retired from the industry and moved back to Czechoslovakia. Dee is photographing Silvia in some cowgirl fashion shoot while Mocha watches. Dee is a little thin for my liking, but Silvia's body more than makes up for that. Mocha comes in to give Silvia's puss a touch-up, but is soon eating away. She and Silvia have similar facial structures. It's intriguing. Silvia takes off her cowgirl hat so she can have her face humped by Mocha. She fucks her with one end of a double dildo and sucks on the other. Mocha looks directly at the camera while getting this, and WOW does it make you want to be there! The scene ends short as Dee is squatting on a dildo while pumping another into Silvia from behind.

No Man's Land Interracial 4. Starring: Regina, Nikki Fairchild, Alayla, Dee, Dominica Leoni, Jeanie Rivers, Mariah, Mei-Yu, Pistol, and Taylor St. Clair.

Again, the first scene ends too quickly. Nikki and Mei-Yu get together after a photo shoot to screw on some stairs while several cars roar by outside. Nikki's a screamer, and Mei-Yu loves the vibrator, but we go to the next scene before Nikki can get the chance to really belt out some screams of pleasure.

Pistol and Dominica give us a nice contrast in skin tones and pussy licking lessons. Pistol knows how to tease with her tongue, and I think she's half-Chinese. They have a good rhythm while they share a green double ender on a chair. Inexplicably, they have a black one while they're on the floor. It also appears that Pistol has the word "Rushmore" tattooed on her right shoulder. I could be wrong.

Taylor and Mariah are in a bathtub near a fireplace (?). This scene made me notice that the sound level on this film is rather high. There's the usual licking and toy play, but it ends before it should.

Regina and Alayla quickly strip and then make out on a couch. Alayla is very cute, and she eats pussy well too, judging by Regina's reactions (she holds on for dear life). The toys come out and we're treated to some fun, rough stuff. Alayla has a mini-orgasm while they share a rippled double dildo on the floor. This is the best scene in the film.

Dee (who looks better with her new curly hair) and Nikki are in a kitchen. Dee is talking to Jeanie on the phone, letting her know that Nikki is there and that she should come over. How come I never get calls like this? Jeanie drives over (topless) in a BMW Roadster. She amazingly knows where the sex scene is taking place and heads there without hesitation. We see a lot of breast feeding, and I finally notice that Dee has long nipples. She and Nikki tag team Jeanie's clit with their tongues and it looks real nice. There's lots more pussy eating all around, and the required vibrators come into play. Dee uses the magic ejaculating strap-on to squirt on both of them, but not to plow either of them. This is a shame, because Jeanie Rivers looks fantastic with a face full of cum, and might look even better with a strap-on crammed into her.

These are good films if you can find them for a reasonable price. They should make a "best of" series and weed out the ones that disappoint. Better yet, they should go back and finish the scenes that end too soon.

Until next time!



Another Bathhouse Border Crossing



Telling me to lay back, his finger slid over my hole, the first touch making me falling under the spell of his experience and skill. The slippery sensation was very distinct from getting rimmed, and I couldn't help reacting as his finger began to play over my ass. He was standing between my legs, his arm barely moving as the pressure and motion increased.

'You like it' I heard, making me move my hips a bit while moaning 'oh yeah' in reply. His other hand began to touch my nipple, causing my right hand to grip my till now ignored cock. For the first time in my life, a man was playing with my ass with my very willing cooperation, without my asking first. By this point, all barriers were gone, obliterated by that first wet touch, something no man had ever done before with such thorough preparation.

He knew, truly knew, what I was experiencing, taking full advantage of it, with me completely helpless to withstand the pleasure centered on my perfectly lubricated ass, being played with by another man. He had already cum when I sucked off his condom covered cock, fingers squeezing his sensitive nipples, bringing him to the point of orgasm several times before he could no longer hold back. Finally, unable to stop his orgasm, he began moaning loudly as I went down on him, standing over me on the platform, a finger gently probing his quivering anal ring. His hands barely supported him as he leaned further against the wall, hips pumping his rigid cock into my mouth.

I first noticed him standing next to a red car in the parking lot of a drugstore across the street from the bathhouse. I had gone in to buy condoms, and he was stilling milling around, as I gave him a longer look while leaving. He was Asian, about my height and age. Not for the first time, when looking at another man in the general vicinity of the bathhouse entrance, it seemed certain that he would be a fellow visitor. The offered sexual delights found in the baths become wonderfully addictive over time, and the way he looked at my crotch after I gazed at him provided a bit of insight into his horniness.

Inside the sauna, another attempt to take pictures failed, mainly because the chip wasn't actually in the camera, something I hadn't even thought to check. Drinking a slightly delayed beer helped in changing my attitude. Finishing it quickly, I went upstairs. The porn was not very interesting, though the Asian man was sitting in the first row of the theater, wearing his towel.

The darkroom was empty, making it easy to decide to take a hit of rush before going downstairs again. This cloudy and cool late summer Tuesday afternoon, the sauna seemed to be attracting a steady stream of visitors. Closing the bottle, feeling the familiar effects flood through me, I left the booth, breathing out at the top of the spiral staircase.

Going downstairs, I took off my towel halfway down the stairs, then stepped into the shower are, only a bit distracted when soaping my now swelling cock. Stepping to the whirlpool, a man was resting his head on his hands of the edge directly across from the steps. His legs were spread, his ass displayed, a fairly clear advertisement of his desires. Ones I might not have shared exactly, but long experience has taught me that such obvious sluts rarely turn down any opportunity to have a stranger make them hard.

A trait I share, something that did not take him long to discover. Sitting near him, the seat jets bubbling, it took little time for our legs to touch, followed by my hand beginning to stroke his leg, then moving up along his inner thigh. He sighed when my questing fingers found his cock, which began to grow as his own hand began to explore my body.

Both of us growing hard, he twisted, tempting me to fuck him. A temptation unsuited for the whirlpool in my opinion, not that I haven't seen men indulging it in the past, stroking myself while watching. Our horniness steadily increasing in mutual enjoyment, we grew entwined, playing with nipples and cocks. Several men had entered the whirlpool, though none joined in. When the central fountain started, the splashing was just too much to deal with, though the cock stroking almost balanced it out. Cock jutting, I left the water, went to the shower, again soaping my shaft in public, a habit I'm finding increasingly easy to indulge in.  

Towelling dry with nobody around, I returned upstairs. The Asian man was still in the theater area, on the first row next to the entrance passage, prompting me to sit on the opposite corner of the top row. I spread my towel, and started playing with my cock. But again, the porn was not particularly arousing. The other man was stroking while glancing towards me, holding his left hand over his cock, keeping it from view. Modesty is not common in the baths, and is something that leaves me uninterested. 

Returning downstairs, having done another hit of rush, I went into the steamroom. Holding a couple of condoms in my left hand, it did not take long for me to reach the darkened rear area, following the enticing sounds of cock sucking. One man had been standing near the entrance, another had passed me near the interior shower entrance, both seemingly available. By the time a bathhouse visitor has entered the steam room, 'available' has several levels, most of them easily understood, even when one does not share the same precise framework.

A lot more sex occurs in the dim back section than in the somewhat lit entrance area. Anonymous group sex tends to favor those places where people feel hidden, not that horny men aren't generally willing to enjoy sex whenever it places itself right in front of their naked cock.

Entering the back, the fact that my eyes barely adapted to the minimal light level offered an explanation for my outstretched arms, even if the main purpose was discovering if any horny men were in easy reach. A simple fiction of the polite variety - anyone uninterested would only be brushed before moving away, while those interested generally reply in kind.

Today, such not exactly faux bumbling was unnecessary, as a male figure approached in the slowly lifting gloom. Our hands met as we passed, making both of us stop. Our mutual sighs added to the obvious sexual connection, unsurprising in a male only steambath. Unhurriedly, our hands explored the other's body, cock on both of our minds, both finding it and being found.

His cock was thick, already fairly erect, my grasping and playing with it making it stiffer, just as his sliding touch did the same to my lengthening shaft. We drew closer, shifting our bodies from a 180° angle to 90°, then 45°. He bent down, somewhat unexpectedly, his mouth sliding over my willing cockhead. I was able to move his head away, by turning closer, my now slick cock touching his. A compromise, of sorts, one that my cock fully agreed with, the slippery contact making us moan as we kissed, grinding, our bodies melding in the heat.

I was breaking a somewhat flexible rule, cock to cock fun normally only being acceptable in the whirlpool's swirling waters. However, realistically, there is no way to consistently resist the temptation of such purely male contact, at least after experiencing it, especially in the sexually charged environment of the baths. As our cocks continued to press together, we shared the delight of having the other do the stroking, sliding along the sweaty skin of the other. I couldn't stop, and clearly, he wanted to feel another cock along his thick shaft. We were well matched, his thick heft balanced by my length, and he seemed as delighted by it as I was of his size in my hand, too large to be covered by a condom as the desire to suck him bubbled through my mind. 

A man approached us from the better lit passage, cock clearly half hard. It was easy to reach out and bring him closer, his hand stretching to find my cock, encountering the hand of the first man already playing with it. A circumstance that made him step closer, as I felt a hand join mine along the newcomer's cock, completing the process of bringing another man into our circuit of animal pleasure.

It only took a moment before the new man bent down to taste my cock, his lips beginning at my nipple, then sliding down my body. The sensations of two men jacking me off made it impossible to resist when he tasted my cock, my reaction suspended by the pleasure of his lips around my cockhead. However, it was possible to eventually move his mouth off my wanting cock, though slower than perhaps necessary, a certain reluctance continuing to overcome my generally firm adherence to certain rules when playing with strangers at a bathhouse. 

Such as using a condom when getting sucked, a rule still followed in the broad sense. But today, a fog was filling my mind, a fog my cock enjoyed immensely, leaving familiar concerns to fade in the steamy dimness, naked and surrounded by sluts. Both of whom who had already kissed my cock, much like how the man in the whirlpool had rubbed his soft asshole against my stiff rod.

Stroking myself after someone has made my cock wet is not exactly a compromise, being far too fantastic for me to resist. A fourth man was pulled in by my original partner, and as our threesome continued to mutually jack off, his mouth went down on me as the second man played with my nipple while the first kissed me deeply. Again, barely, I broke contact,my cock delightfully slippery. 

Cock to cock again with my first partner, I knew just how irresistible such recklessness could become. One of the first three, or possibly a fourth man, whose erection I had discovered in the dimness, tasted my cock in the sweaty darkness. And the man I had been playing with was equally enthusiastic - bringing in yet another man to our group, as both of us continued to enjoy the attention of the ongoing stream of partners.

The group shifted its various members over time, with plenty of cocksucking in evidence, as one man bent down to satisfy their oral desires. Generally, I and the first man remained in contact, providing a certain focus, our shared skill in enhancing anonymous group sex evident. Like stroking his nipple while watching his magnificent cock be sucked. Or feeling his lips again on my glistening cockhead when no one was playing with it. 

That caused me to pull his head up to kiss him, feeling totally slutty, being turned on at the kinky reality that my tongue was deep in the mouth of a turned on cocksucker, tasting the sexy results of his talent. We naturally turned to keep kissing, our cocks jutting. 

Going cock to cock with him again, knowing his perfectly slippery cock had already been sucked by at least two men, I hoped that one of the willing cocksuckers would take us both at the same time. Knowing my desires had become impossible to resist fully, unused condoms in hand. However, the heat was having an effect, and slowly, the group dissolved.

I spent some time soaping my still hard cock in public in the shower before going upstairs, 3/4 of an hour having already passed.

The Asian man was hanging around the further video booth when I went back into the porn area, where the playing video remained uninteresting. For whatever reason, over my last several visits, the porn choices have not included gay group sex, which is definitely my preferred style of male only porn. 

Walking towards the darkroom cruising area, I stopped to do another hit of rush before entering the darkness. Which turned out to be empty, as is generally the case, even if my very first bathhouse visit had been so memorably centered there.

Returning to the other side, the Asian man seemed to have gone elsewhere, as both private video booths were empty. I went into the last one, the rimming on the screen being at least somewhat enticing. I spread out my towel, taking out the little brown bottle and a couple of condoms from my bag, settling back, beginning to play with my now slowly growing cock.

The Asian man appeared after a couple of moments, physically much closer this time, though carefully positioned to be covered by the door frame. I spread my legs, showing off my almost erect cock, prompting him to step inside. Reaching under his towel and finding his cock, he closed and locked the door.

It took little time for him to make me completely hard, distracting me from doing the same to him. Even in the presence of his modesty, breaking that initial contact, my quite experienced slutty nature had no problem revealing itself, especially after its full display in the steambath. Since he was male, I already knew his basic weakness, my hand easily finding his not yet stiff cock again. At that point, he undid his towel, throwing it onto the platform bed as he stepped closer, my lips closing over his right nipple.

His moaning clearly showed that I was on the right path, his stroking rapidly bringing my horny cock to the edge of orgasm. By now, whatever our differences in upbringing, we had reached the point where shared interest in utterly male bathhouse sex had overcome any superficial differences. 

Starting to open a condom, he commented that we didn't need it yet, as he turned and started to tease me against his balls. Since I had intended to blow him, this was mildly amusing, and quickly remedied by my bending down, a hand bringing his stiffening cock closer to my lips making my intentions obvious.

As it happened, playing with his nipples with my left hand revealed a shared weakness, as he couldn't stop himself from giving in while I unrolled the latex over his cock, my lips and tongue following the condom down his fairly skinny short length. Though it wasn't so long, I still found it impossible to deep throat him, my gag reflex arising as he began to fuck my mouth, with my willing cooperation.

After discovering just how much he loved having his nipples played with, in part by completely stopping my blow job the first time I twisted his now jutting nipples, it was unsurprising when he stood up on the platform, making his stiff cock easy to suck as he leaned against the tiled wall. The noises from my eager cock sucking had grown loud, even considering the locked door and thick walls, and it was obvious that men in the corridor knew what was happening behind the closed door. 

Bringing him to the edge of orgasm repeatedly, always involving playing with his now erect nipples, he finally could not resist my skill, my sucking lips feeling his cock swell in orgasm. My left hand continued rubbing a nipple while an outstretched finger explored his now pulsing anal ring, my palm cupping his hairy sack. An anal exploration that simply reinforced the rhythm of his cumming in my mouth, in case his spread hand on my head hadn't been obvious enough.

His orgasming continued as my finger went deeper into his horny ass, my other hand above me, pinching his nipple as he groaned in pleasure. Finished, he stepped down, standing between my spread legs, his finger touching my ass. After seeing my reaction, he interrupted his touching, then returned, his touch now hot and wet, a clear result of putting his fingers in his mouth before sending me into paradise.

Spreading my legs wider while he explored my ass, I was incapable of resisting the feeling. He smiled before he bent down, his lips taking my nipple into his mouth, my eyes fluttering closed as the sensations increased in intensity. A string of murmured words merged with the sounds of his nipple sucking - 'oh fuck yeah, I like it .. just like that .. that's so good.' 

One reason being how completely he was in charge of me, understanding just how consuming my need for him to pleasure my horny asshole had become. He shifted his mouth to the other nipple, making me sigh and lay back, spreading my legs still wider. He began to push his finger just inside my lubricated anal ring, creating incredible waves of sexual sensation. Shifting position, making it obvious that I wanted more, he raised his head from my chest, beginning to kiss me deeply. A kiss that lasted, making me sink further into the enveloping joy of having a man play with my completely turned on ass, our tongues swirling, lips pressing. 

The fact that the porn remained uninteresting was not a consideration while kissing, eyes closed, nor when he stood again. I watched him step back a bit, seeing him smile, pulling the cum filled condom off his cock. During this very short pause, right hand strayed to my cock, hips beginning to move as sluttily as possible, my head sinking back, eyes pointing towards the ceiling corner. Wondering when he would toss the condom in the trash, the stroking could not replace what had been making me so horny.

The sensations returned with an enthralling shift in feel, making me moan in fulfilled desire, wondering how he was creating such addictive sensations at the center of my body. His fingers playing with my nipple were just a welcome addition, much like that of my own jacking off. The overwhelming reality grew more seductive, that this stranger knew how to thoroughly finger fuck me anally, irresistibly better than anyone in my life had before.

His tongue flicked over my ear before he whispered 'It's good for you, isn't it?' I lifted my left hand to his nipple, making him sigh as his finger went deeper.

'Fuck yes .. fuck me like that .. do it' I groaned, words matched by my hips moving. Looking down, I could see how the used condom was covering two fingers. By this point, several explanations for what had felt so good were slowly arising in my mind. As his fingers slid in again, the kinkiest one made me desperately want him to continue, my gripped cock pulsing in my hand with each of this thrusts, shocked at myself.

The very idea that he was using his cum to lubricate my ass was an unbelievable turn on. Uncertain whether it was true, a small part of me decided it wasn't likely, a decision having nothing to do with my desire for him to continue turning me into a complete slut. The little brown bottle was in reach, though unused till now. 

Barely able to pant out about having poppers, he leaned close again, saying I didn't need them, then taking my nipple in his mouth. His fingers were moving faster in my ass, making me ask him to go slower. He responded, almost stopping as he rose, then added more saliva between my legs, a couple of drops reaching my extended shaft before his fingers slid in again, his teeth lightly pressing an erect nipple.

I couldn't stop from moaning as his fingers began to dissolve me into a new state, one never really experienced until now. I began squeezing his moving fingers, shocked at how fantastic it felt, each contraction making my cock move at its very base. Intensely fulfilling pulses were now coming in unstoppable waves from my erect shaft, without distracting from the pure sexual sensations centered on my finger fucked ass. 

'Kiss me' he said, making me lift my head, parting my lips, feeling his questing tongue move into my wanting mouth. A finger was moving over my wet nipple, my groaning smothered when our tongues met. He was in complete control, and I was loving it, fully aware that for first time in my life, I was experiencing the delights of being some man's bottom, at least in a broad sense. This what the men I had fucked in the bathhouse had likely experienced. Now, it was now obvious why so many waited face down in a booth, legs spread, wanting a man to pleasure them.

At some point, cumming inevitable, unable to do anything but accept it, a stranger's fingers in my ass bringing me into paradise, an orgasm started that only slowly included my pumping balls and rigid cock. His mouth, exploring mine, seemed to be guiding his fingers. Such complete passivity had never happened before, especially just how good I felt as he kept my orgasm going on and on.



Another Battlefield



The evening found the Miriam within the tents of the surgeon, aiding the surgeon in setting bones and dressing wounds. He had a team to aid him already but with the crushing defeat felt that day, there was plenty need for additional help. The cold made her hands stiff and her short red hair frustratingly fell into her face. She was in the middle of stitching a laceration across the torso of a magus when her name was called out. 

"Miriam," said the soldier whom she had encountered on the field and when he saw that she recognized him, a smile once more touched his features. "I thought I wouldn't be able to find you in this mess of a camp" he continued, looking around and taking in the decreasing gore.

Her hands paused in their work for but a moment before returning her attention to the patient at her fingertips. "Why did you seek me...?" but the name of the older soldier eluded her again and she blushed slightly wishing her hair was long to hide behind. 

He answered her, the smile leaving his voice, "It's me, Brendon... you recently joined the artisans guild, no?" but before she could answer, "You didn't remember my name, did you." Miriam stood up tall and swallowed, her eyes closed as she sought an answer but instead felt his steady warm hands as he stepped in to help her finish the stitching.

"I've got it Brendon, you don't have to...." But he chuckled, "You're fatigued from today, allow me to help you." His gentle voice broke the punishment she was putting herself through by working so hard. She watched his nimble fingers knot the ends and cut the sinew. He then packed the wound with a poultice and bandaged over it, she watched his strong features bemused and thankful. "You're right, I'm sorry I didn't remember your name... thank you for helping me."

Brendon's eyes regarded the woman for a moment before he gently took her by the elbow and lead her outside of the stuffy tent. "No need for apologies let me attend to you now for I have had my rest..." Miriam began to pull back a little before Brendon chuckled and increased his grasp on her arm, "We have stew." Was all he said before walking off smiling, lady in tow.

Miriam finished her meal of stew and biscuits with zest; Brendon had shared part of his ration with the woman whom seemed to have no end to her appetite. He maintained an easy silence while she ate and made some small talk with the remaining soldiers from his cavalry; when he realized she had finished her feeding frenzy, he smiled again. "Feel better?" She nodded, her eyelids were becoming heavy and she found herself reciprocating his smile. "You've been infinitely kind to me..."

"Of course, you are not only friend in battle but a guild mate as well. Do unto others or so they say..." He waited for a response, regarding her carefully. 

The fire was smoldering; tended embers gave off low light but good heat and the warmth and sounds soothed her. "I did not expect to see you here, Brendon. Though now I cannot imagine fighting along the side of a more able bodied friend."

Brendon gave a little hum of approval; he too stared into the embers. "You're beautiful Miriam... keep me company through this cold night." And he glanced back to her, continuing. "Just... be."

Miriam blushed again, giggling under her breath as much as possible so as not to attract the attention of the other men and women who all talked in hushed circles. "Aye... I owe you that much, and thank you... you're a kind soul." Her eyes closed fully for a moment before she felt his insistent hand upon her arm again. 

"Come, we should retire." Wearily, Miriam stood and followed Brendon to what was apparently his tent, not far from the fire. She shrugged off her cloak and laid down on the blankets, her eyes were closed almost immediately and a smile found her lips again as Brendon pulled blankets over the top of them and settled in close.

***

By the lack of light illuminating the, Miriam assumed she had slept a couple hours. She had been kept warm by Brendon who still remained close. She couldn't decide what had woken her and so stretched and turned over propping her head up on her hand; she couldn't see well in the dark but could make out and watched Brendon' steady breathing. His smell was warm and heady, his presence ultimately comforting and for the first time in a long time, Miriam found herself overcome with gratitude and attraction.

Tallish for a man and average of feature, she found herself attracted to the aura he exuded. Her friend's shoulder length blond hair was skewed across the floor and she paused for a moment before pushing it away from his face with her fingers. His breathing paused and he turned his head toward her, mumbling lightly into where his face was now comfortably in her shoulder. She chuckled at this and he did wake to the sound, immediately he was sober enough to stare straight into her face from where he lay.

"I'm sorry... didn't mean to wa..." but before she could finish her train of thought, Brendon raised a finger to her lips and totted her for apologizing. "I said there was no need for that." And pushed himself up to kiss her full on the lips. 

He tasted lightly of the mead they had drank during dinner and his lips were gentle yet insistent like he had been the previous evening. The effect was intoxicating and Miriam's breath hitched; hungrily she sought his mouth in return and apologies were forgotten. 

Brendon continued to sit himself up, using a hand to gently lower Miriam back to the floor and he ran that same hand down across her athletic breast to untuck the sweater she wore. His rough hand paused on the skin of her ribs while his mouth moved to greedily kiss her cheek, nip at her chin and kiss along her jaw and up to the delicate flesh of her ears.

A moan of appreciation escaped Miriam and she ran her fingers through his hair and over his well muscled shoulders. She could feel him smile and his breathe tickled her heated skin. She snaked an arm from his shoulders and gripped his lower back, effectively resting more of his weight on her and pressing a burgeoning erection into the warm cleft of her hips. He too moaned in response and pulled away slightly to pull her sweater over her head, setting it to the side. His teeth pinched and teased first at one nipple and then quickly the other; his hands already roved over her belt, loosening it and exploring the soft, curved skin of her abdomen.

Miriam also stripped Brendon of his shirt and rubbed her hand along the now rigid line in his breeches. She was so excited by him that a painful ache began between her legs; her movements were as laborious as her breathing and the exquisite pain only increased as Brendon kissed down her belly to where he was lowering jodhpurs over her hips. His own progression seemed sluggish as though they were making love on a muggy day; he paused again when a low guttural moan tore from her throat. "Are you alright my dear?" His voice was thick with passion and Miriam found humor in his concern. 

Chuckling she replied with an edge to her voice, "I have waited for this release, do not leave me wanting." He complied smiling and his vigor left her breathless. 

His mouth was upon her exposed ribs, just below her breast and he yanked her pants free, wrapping an arm about her waist and stroking her thigh with his free hand. Her hands gripped his shoulders and he touched her slickness for the first time; her hips bucked lightly and she whined quietly. Anticipation was etched into her body and Brendon did all he could to keep from taking her wet pussy hard, then and there.

Lips found their way back to her soft abdomen as he slid his finger slowly but firmly in and out. Her body yielded to his touch and he added another finger to the sweet torture he knew she must be feeling. Indeed Miriam could hardly breathe and felt her body tighten with each stroke; when he kissed her inner thigh she pulled his head to her cleft impatiently and she could feel his smile. She could not reciprocate however as the desire she felt was overly insistent, pulling her sanity apart thread by thread.

Her body wasn't just wet, it was sopping by the time his mouth touched her most intimate area; lapping at the wetness caused his need to grow quickly and he found himself growing rough with her, his hands greedy. The noises she made, akin to mewing and growling at the same time let him know his efforts at pleasing her were not in vain; he held on however for her to find enjoyment first. 

She did so and quickly; the exquisite pain which had built up in Miriam's stomach grew across her body and her skin felt taught in anticipation until she felt her first climax. Her back arched and one of her own hands covered her mouth in a silent scream as she came on his face and hand; her breathing was in sobs and he continued, though more gently, to lap up her cum. 

Brendon pulled himself up to kiss Miriam again, his face still moist from her climax and she returned his kisses, still hungry for more. Her hands rushed to his breeches again and she pulled them from his hips; her left hand firmly on his lower back and the other luxuriously stroking his insistent erection. 

"By the gods" she whispered into Brendon's ear, "I need this too..." And this time it was his turn to moan, it came like a roll of thunder for Miriam's senses and he nearly growled at her to roll over and kneel on her hands and knees. She complied on shaky legs, offering her soft and full buttocks to his viewing. He slid two fingers back into her wetness, working her up to the heightened ecstasy she felt before and with his hands, gripped her cheeks to open her pussy to his cock, lustful strokes buried him to the hilt. One hand moved to her hip, holding her steady while the other caressed her buttocks; his newly wetted fingers finding the guarded opening. 

Miriam tensed up and Brendon whispered to her, "Trust me, dear..." Slowly he worked a finger into her ass and she held her breathe as a new wave of sensations washed over her. He moved his finger in unison with the strokes of his hips and gasped as he felt her muscles tighten around his rigid cock. "I can't hold on for much longer..." He gasped and held her tighter; his cock was pulsating with the desired need to cum and she moaned out the answer to which he yearned for most. "I think... ohh. I'm coming again Brendon. Oh..." 

With these words he released all that he had pent up onto the top of Miriam's ass. The hand which had been holding her hip now held his own cock and slipped across the solid flesh with relief. He kissed her back and wiped her down gingerly with a cloth before cleaning himself. Both were exhausted and she curled up next to him, head on his shoulder; Brendon kissed her brow before both fell into a deep sleep. 



Another Beach, Another Stranger



I was staying in a condo, sharing it with a co-worker during the summer of 1996. He had gone golfing and I wanted to work on my tan. I had brought various bathing suits with me, including several thongs. Thongs, especially on males, were not worn on the main beach, so I put on a gray thong and pulled on a pair of shorts over them. Taking my beach towel and another, I grabbed my fanny-pack (With suntan oil and other necessities) and walked down the path from the condos to the beach. Once there, I checked both directions, then chose to head north. There were not many people towards that end of the Island. 

I walked maybe an eighth of a mile and came to a spot where the water had washed away a 'canyon' of sorts, back into the dunes to near the tree line. It offered me privacy from sight up and down the beach and was high enough from the water at low tide, that anyone walking the water line would not see me. There were several large pieces of driftwood near by; I dragged them closer and formed a small wind and privacy barrier. The only way to be seen was for someone to be walking midway between the dunes and the water. Satisfied with not being easily seen and offending anyone, I prepared my beach towel to lay on and would use the other as a pillow. I put suntan oil on the exposed portions of my body then laid on my towel and stripped down to the thong. I then oiled the newly exposed body parts and lay back on the towel. Because the sun was hot, I rolled about every ten to fifteen minutes to keep from burning, adding oil every other time I rolled over.

I had only seen a few people walking the beach anywhere near me and all, except for a couple, had passed near the water. The couple that was higher on the beach swung away from me once they had spotted me. I had been lying on my back with my head toward the water.

I had been there for about an hour and was lying on my stomach. 

Sweat ran into my eye and I raised my head to wipe it with the edge of the towel. I raised myself with my arms then moving my legs under and between them, sat back on the towel. I reached for the oil and began rubbing some on my legs, then chest and shoulders. It was as I was reaching around to oil my sides that I first saw him in the reflection off of my sunglasses. I did not stop oiling myself, nor did I turn to look at him. 

As I lay back on the towel, I rolled to my elbow to adjust the towel being used as a pillow. It was then that I looked up at him. He sat on a plank that lay across the narrowest portion of the washout. He looked to be in his late fifties or early sixties.


"Hello," he said, "I didn't mean to startle you."

I reached for my shorts and made as if I was going to put them on.

"I was just sitting here enjoying the view. It is...was quite scenic. I saw no need in disturbing you"

I slipped into my shorts, "Hi. I just didn't hear you come up. I was going to be leaving soon anyway. I apologize if I have offended you by my attire." I stood facing him, knowing that I had not, because he would not have stopped there if he had been.

"No! No, of course you didn't! I, as I said, was enjoying the scenery. You don't have to leave if you don't want to... or don't have to. I was not offended...by a long shot. The fact is, I rather liked your attire. I don't see that very often. To tell the truth, I don't recall ever seeing a young man wearing one of those...things?" he was telling me.

"It's a thong. That's the reason that I was this far up on the beach, not to be seen. I had not seen any myself, on any of the women, and figured that it may be, shall we say, LESS acceptable attire, especially on a male."

"It is acceptable to me. I was enjoying sitting here looking at you lying there. You have a beautiful tan. To sit here and watch your body twitch to shoo off the insects... You have a really good tan! With the suit as small as it is, I'll bet your tan looks great when you take it off."

"Yeah, I guess it looks pretty good." I answered him.

"Could you let me see?' he asks.

I nodded then looking around, pulled the shorts down my thighs, revealing the thin grey thong. I slipped a thumb through the waistband, pulling it down to expose the tan line across my abdomen.

"Could I see more," he requested, "...I mean, could I see the back?" 

I lowered the thong a little further as I turned my back to him..

I looked around again, then, leaning forward, pulled the shorts to mid-thighs. I again thumbed the thong down, a little further this time, exposing the tan-less strip of skin until it disappeared between my buttocks.

"Oh yes...very nice," he whispered coarsely, "Turn back around and let me see the front, O.K.?"

Turning toward him, I pulled the thong back back up in the rear. Moving my hands to the front sides of the thong, I hooked the thumbs into the band and lowered it to expose the top of my shaped and trimmed pubic hair. The whiteness of the tan-less flesh seemed to incite him to want to see more.

"Would you pull it aside and let me look at you, " he asked, indicating, with his finger, that he wanted me to pull the crotch of the thong to one side, exposing what was hidden by the strip of thin nylon.

I stepped closer to him, lessening the chance of being seen from the beach. Checking the area and the lines of sight to people down the beach, I determined that I could only be seen from mid-chest up. I hooked two fingers into the leg opening of the thong and pulled it aside, sort of teasing him

"A little further, please. Let me see you...all of you."

Straightening the front, I pulled the thong down to where my shorts were, exposing my groin, then put my hands on my hips, striking a pose for him..

"Now that is what I call, very sexy!" he exclaimed. "Would you come here and sit by me?"

I straightened the thong and, after pulling up my shorts, sat beside of him on the plank. I noticed that his Bermuda Shorts leg was pulled high and he was playing with his cock with one hand.

"Would you slide your shorts down and let me make you hard? I'd like to see how big and hard you get."

I did as asked and we talked as he played with my dick. I pulled his pants leg higher and fondled his hard cock. It was larger than mine was, in both length and thickness. He asks me to jack him off as he stroked my now erect cock. His cock began to throb as I milked his semen from it. He ejaculated a large quantity into the sand as he arched his hips forward. 

He had me close to orgasm when I looked up and noticed a couple walking up the beach. I told him of the approaching couple and then we straightened our clothing. His erection had subsided, but mine was still quite evident. I had to hide it behind my arm as the young couple went by.

We chatted awhile. He told me about a friend of his, ten years younger, that he had been fucking for about five years.

"He likes it when I fuck him from behind. I fuck him for a long time and any time he and I can get together." 

He said that he would like to see me in a more private place. I told him that I came to this place several days a week, around five in the afternoon. 

"Maybe I'll see you again," I told him as we left.

Several days later, my roommate was again leaving to play golf and I decided it would be an ideal time to grab some more rays. I donned the thong and shorts, grabbed my towels and fanny-pack. As I reached the beach and passed the last boardwalk, I met Harold (not his real name).

"I was just up the beach. I was hoping that I would see you there, but there were a couple of teenagers near there, so I figured you wouldn't be there."

"Well, if there is someone there, no sense in my going there."

"That's a shame, I would have enjoyed spending a little time with you. I wish there was somewhere else... nearby...that we could go," he stated.

"Yeah... well...I am in a condo just over there," I indicated the condos behind the dunes. "I have a roommate, but he just left to play golf..."

"...And should be away for a few hours," Harold finished my sentence.

"Right. We could go there. If you'd like?"

"Yes. That would be fine with me."

I told him the number and ask that he follow a few minutes later as I would insure that my roommate was not there. I went to the apartment and confirmed that it was empty. A few minutes later, Harold knocked on the door and I let him in.

Harold came into the living room, "Nice place! You own, or leasing?"

"Monthly rental. I am working near here for the next few months."

"I take it that your roommate isn't gay, and that he doesn't know about you?"

"Right and wrong," I answered, "He isn't gay and neither am I. I am bisexual, not gay."

"Same as me," Harold said, "I love pussy too much to be gay!"

"You want a beer or something?" I asked.

"I'll pass on the beer, but I would like something," he grinned.

"Name it and it's yours if I have it." I grinned back.

"Take off your clothes, I want to see your body completely naked."

I said, "Let's go in here," motioning to my bedroom, "just in case my roommate returns unexpectedly." 

Harold followed me into the room as I pulled my shirt off. He began to massage my back and shoulders, as they become bare. I pushed down my shorts and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of the thong.

"Leave that on for a few minutes," he said, with a look of lust in his eyes.

"You said to take off the clothes, you wanted to see me naked."

"In a minute," he put his arms around me, hugging me tightly, kissing my neck and shoulder.

His hands roamed my body as I stood there then slowly pushed me to the bed. Moments later, his hand rubbed my cock to hardness beneath the material of the thong.

"O.K., take it off, I don't want to stretch it," he whispered, squeezing my cock through the thin nylon material.

I raised my hips and slid the material down, my cock slapping against my abdomen when it finally was freed. Harold held my cock and balls in his hand as he licked and nipped at my hard nipples. He pulled one leg up and ran his fingers through the crack of my ass, pausing to tease the puckered opening with a fingertip.

"Um-m-m," I moaned, my eyes closed, "That feels good."

"Oh yeah? You like that?" he put the finger to his mouth, wetting it with his saliva then easing it into my ass. "You like that?"

I moaned and nodded my head. Precum oozed from the tip of my cock.

"Yes, you DO like that. You'd like to have your ass fucked, wouldn't you? Do you want me to fuck your tight ass? Say it. Say you want me to fuck you," Harold breathlessly whispered into my ear as he continued to finger-fuck my ass. "Tell me you want my hard dick in your ass."

I reached to feel his hard cock through his Bermuda Shorts. Yes, I wanted it in my ass! I had thought about it since that first day. 

"Yes, I want you to fuck me. Do you have a condom?"

"No, I don't. I do back at my place, but that's too far and my wife will want to know why I'm in and out so quick. Your roommate might be back before I get back. You don't have any?" answered Harold, still pumping his fingers (now numbering two) in my wanton asshole.

"I may have some in my truck. I'll go check. There were some in the glove compartment. I'll be back in a minute." 

I got up and pulled on my shorts then rushed down the stairs to get a couple of condoms from the truck. I knew there were some in there because I had just purchased them the week before.

I was back in a couple of minutes. I checked my watch and realized that it had been almost an hour since my roommate had left to play golf. If he couldn't get a game, he could be back any time. I debated for a few seconds and decided that he would probably have a few beers and BS with someone in the clubhouse before he left, so I was going to go for the ass-fucking.

"I'm back," I announced as I stepped into the bedroom.

Harold had stripped to his boxers and I could tell that his cock had softened a bit. I dropped my shorts, then got a tube of K-Y Jelly from the nightstand. Harold removed his underwear and pulled at his cock, making it firm up rapidly.

"Lay on your back and raise your knees to your chest." He opened a condom packet and placed it over the head of his cock.

"Here, let me," I said as I grasp his hard cock and rolled the condom down its length. I smeared some lubrication over the condom then squeezed more onto my fingertips. I worked some into my anus and lubed the surrounding exterior. When satisfied that I was prepared, I said, 

"O.K., Harold, are you ready to fuck me?"

"Oh yeah, I'm ready. Raise your butt some more."

I could feel the pressure of his throbbing cock as it pressed against the flesh just below my scrotum. Pulling my legs closer to my chest raised my anal opening to the point that I could feel the tip of his latex-covered cock pressing against it. Harold pressed forward and I felt myself open as the intruding cock-head slipped passed the muscle ring, before entering my rectum. Moments later, Harold's balls pressed against my ass-cheeks. He was now balls-deep in my ass! I spread my knees and he lay atop me, pressing my cock and balls between us. He laid still for a moment to allow me to relax, and then started to slowly stroke in and out of my ass.

"Oh Yeah! That feels good! Your ass is so hot and tight. It is pulsing, trying to milk my balls dry. Um-m-m! Yeah! You like it? You like my hard cock up your ass? You want me to fuck you, don't you? You are so-o-o good! Ask me to fuck you...ask me to pump my big hard cock in your tight hot ass!"

"Oh yeah, Baby! Fuck me! Fuck that ass-stretching cock into my hot cum-sucking ass! Your big hot cock feels so good...so deep inside of me! Fuck me, Big Boy...fuck my ass like it's never been fucked before." 

I could tell that Harold loved the dirty-talking, so I continued to encourage him to fuck me. It truly did feel good.

He rose to his arm's length above me and continued to fuck at a more rapid rate of speed.

"Yes, I want it! I want your hard cock filling my ass! Um-m-m, Yeah! Fuck it! Fuck my hot ass." 

I was humping in rhythm with his movements, taking all of his cock with each inward stroke. His cock pressed against my prostate gland with each stroke causing utmost pleasurable feelings throughout my body. I was getting a very good fuck. Minutes later, I could feel Harold cock swell as his breathing became more rapid. I knew that he was close to cumming and, although I knew that my roommate could come home any minute, I wanted it to last longer. It wasn't going to happen.

"Um-m-m-m! I'm going to cum! I'm gonna cum up your ass! Are you ready for it?" Harold grunted as he fuck hard against me.

"Yes," I answered, "Fuck your hot creamy cum into my ass! Shoot your load in my ass! Come on! Fuck me harder," I kept humping hard in rhythm with him.

He lunged forward, burying his cock to the base as it throbbed, pumping its cream deep into my rectum. Harold lowered his body to mine and kissed my neck and chest as his cock shrank and slipped out of my ass. 

I pushed up with my hands; "We'd better get cleaned up. My roommate may be back at any time."

Harold just got up and put on his clothes, "I'll just clean up when I get home. I don't want to cause any grief between you and your roommate."

"O.K." I said, still lying on the bed.

"Listen, my friend is coming this weekend. Maybe we could get together, the three of us. The wives will go out shopping and we could be at my place. Think about it. I'll come to the end of the boardwalk where we met today and let you know. It could be a lot of fun and enjoyment for all of us."

"Yeah, sounds like a good time. I'll be on the boardwalk around 4:30 or 5 o'clock tomorrow."

"Okay. I'll phone him tonight and clear it with him and see you there. I'll let myself out. Thanks, it was a great time. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye."

"Yes it was. I'll see you tomorrow. Good night." 

I lay back and waited until I heard the door close as he left. I raised my leg, reached around my buttock, and felt the condom, still located within my anus. I pinched the open end between my thumb and forefinger, and slowly removed it. Holding it before me, I noticed the large quantity of cum that it held. There must have been a couple of teaspoons full.

I got up, grabbed my towel and went into the bathroom to shower. I had just closed the bathroom door when I heard the front door open and close.

"A little better than perfect timing," I said to myself as I flushed the toilet and dropped the cum-filled condom in.

I turned on the shower, getting the water temperature as hot as I thought that I could comfortably stand it. Grabbing a washcloth, I stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain. I allowed the water to soak my head, and then, turning my back to the shower-head, let it flow down my back. Grasping a buttock with each hand, I spread my cheeks allowing the hot water to flush the K-Y from my anus. I arched my back and strained a little to expel air, or...farted, if you prefer. This also expelled some of the lube remaining in my just-fucked ass. The water served to sooth away the tightness of my anxiety and I relaxed for a few minutes before I grabbed the bar of soap and thoroughly washed the smell of hot sex from my body.

After drying myself and wrapping the towel around my waist, I came out of the bathroom, acknowledging the return of my roommate.

"How was the game," I ask.

"Oh, I guess it was alright. I had a few beers and had a good time," he responded. "How 'bout you? Did you go out to the beach? You have a nice time?"

"Yeah, for a short time. It was hot. I really needed a shower to cool off," I said as I headed for my room. 

As a walked past the bed, I noticed the condom foil laying on the night table, and smiled, "Yeah, it got pretty hot," I said to myself.