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Wearing

By: KissingMarriedWomen



It was my birthday, and my new friend Teri had arranged to take me out for a day's shopping. I had only known her three weeks, meeting her at an evening dance class, but already we were firm friends and getting closer all the time. She was wild, forever saying outrageous things, flirting shamelessly with men, dressing how she pleased, trying to get me to 'let myself go'. I didn't consider myself a prude - I'd had several boyfriends and was always open to approaches from others - but Teri took my breath away sometimes. Last week she'd invited me to an orgy - I think she was serious - but I chickened out at the last minute.

Perhaps I should tell you a little about us. My name's Lisa and I'm 25, secretary, fairly small but well-formed, short blonde hair, pretty (I'm told), fond of sunbathing so I've got a good tan that covers all but a few strategic square inches. Teri is taller, same age, hair a little darker than mine (when it's not dyed), slimmer but with a nice bust. Her love life is so complex (if you believe her) that she needs a laptop to keep track of who she's dating that day.

Anyway, she turned up on time in a bright pink sundress bearing a huge card and a small gift-wrapped box. We kissed - Teri kisses everybody and I'm getting the habit now. The card bore some obscene greeting, and the box was very heavy. Inside were two smooth balls made of some golden metal.

'Uh, thanks,' I said. 'They're very nice . . .' I had seen similar objects designed for exercising the fingers. It seemed a strange gift. Teri was looking at me with suppressed laughter.

'Don't you know what they're for?'

'Uh . . . '

'They're called ben-wa balls. Lots of women use them. They'll drive you wild!'

I must have been thick that morning, because I still didn't see what she was driving at.

'You put them in your cunt,' she said, grinning at my discomfort. I opened my mouth but no sound emerged.

'Go on, try them,' said Teri.

'Are you sure?' I mumbled. I couldn't imagine using them, and yet deep inside me something subconscious obviously liked the idea because I felt a tiny quiver in my loins.

'Of course I'm sure,' she said, holding her arms out and wriggling like a belly dancer. 

'You mean - you use them?' I was stunned.

'Yep. Quite a lot of the time. I'm wearing some now. I feel great - ready for anything!'

I swallowed. Well, it was my quarter century, so I felt I ought to try something new. And my body was liking the idea more and more, if the trace of hot wetness in my pussy was any signal.

I went to the bathroom (I wasn't going to put them in with her watching, was I?) and took off my panties. I ran the balls under the hot tap for a minute as Teri had advised me, then squatted down in the tampon-inserting position. I took a deep breath, wondering whether to just tell her they were in without actually doing it. Courage, Lisa. Today is the first day, etc.

The warm smooth spheres, about the size of a hen's egg, went in with surprising ease. I stood up slowly, examining the novel sensations: a dragging on my pelvic floor muscles, a satisfying feeling of fullness in my cunt - and a sudden surge of sexual arousal that swept through me and made me clutch at the basin for support. Wow! That was like nothing I'd ever experienced before, neither with a man, nor with myself. There was no focus of pleasure - clitoris or whatever - just a hot glow of sexual power diffusing through my entire body. My breasts tingled and I felt my nipples harden. My pussy grew wet with my juices.

I pulled my panties back on and tried to walk nonchalantly back into the lounge. Every step sent a wave of pleasure coursing through me. I gasped and swayed, and Teri, coming to see what was taking so long, caught me before I stumbled. I felt her warm arms around me, through my thin dress, and felt a definite sexual current flowing between us.

'Good, heh?' she said, 'Here, sit down till you get used to it.'

I sat on the sofa and, once still, the feelings subsided a little. 'How do you manage?' I said, 'I feel like - I don't know what.'

'Like you're going to cum all the time?' she asked, grinning, and I nodded. 'You'll get used to it. You're just on a higher plane. It took me a few hours to be able to act natural.'

I sat there with an inward look, shifting my hips occasionally and analysing the sensations it produced. I did feel as if I was at that plateau stage when you want to cum but need just a bit more stimulation - not much! - to tip you over the edge. It was delicious, in fact, and I could see it would be addictive.

Teri was looking at her watch. 'Come on, we want to get some shopping in before lunch.' I wasn't sure that I could manage walking round the shops, but she persuaded me. I hung on to her arm as we went out to her car, gasping and giggling with pleasure.

The faint vibration of her car set up sympathetic trembling in my 'balls', and by the time we arrived at the mall I was as close to cuming as if I was being tongued by a professional linguist. I had to sit there for five minutes before I was able to get out of the car. Teri looked at me with amusement. I knew now why she out of all my friends had a different air about her, an air of excitement, daredevil, arousal. It was because she was constantly on a sexual high. I found myself looking at her as if I were a man, admiring her long legs, her high breasts with their prominent nipples showing under the dress, her moist full lips, her nostrils flaring with excitement. Faintly I thought I could smell her sexual musk - or perhaps it was mine!

We strolled into the mall, me desperately trying to pretend I was normal. I found myself adopting a slower, more sensuous, hip-rolling walk - sudden movements tended to make the balls bump against the walls of my vagina. I realised that Teri walked like that: it was one of the causes of her innate sexuality. We linked arms and I took pleasure in the feel of her warmth against me.

Soon I had to sit down on one of the benches until I had got myself under control. We laughed together at my predicament, and Teri suggested we grab a coffee and doughnut at the stall opposite. I thought I could make it that far.

We stood at the counter, making small talk with the young assistant, a teenage girl with long black hair. Suddenly she stopped and looked at me directly. 

'You wearing?' she asked.

I didn't understand. 'What?'

'Are you wearing?' she repeated.

'Yes, she is,' Teri said. 'First time today.' 

The girl grinned at me. 'Welcome to the club,' she said. 'Have a nice day!' She winked.

I was stunned. We went and sat down and Teri explained that women who were wearing ben-wa balls, or anything similar, generally had a air about them which was recognisable by those in the know. A sort of underground subculture. 

'I could tell she was,' Teri said, 'and she didn't have to ask me. But maybe you haven't learnt how to show it properly yet.'

I breathed deeply. There was a lot I had to learn about life. The girl flashed another grin at me.

We spent the next half-hour just watching the people walking past. I lusted after the men - anything between 15 and 55 that was halfway decent seemed like a sex god to me just then - but Teri told me to concentrate on the women.

'Here's one,' she whispered, 'Coming from the left.' She was 35ish, business type, smartly dressed, short skirt. But yes, her walk was just a little too slow and swinging, her breasts held a little too proudly, her mouth open slightly, her misty eyes focused inwards on her bodily sensations. 'She's wearing, I'll bet you. Look at the eyes, they're the key.'

By the end of the half-hour I could identify them with reasonable accuracy - probably about 1 in 20. Of course, we had no way of knowing whether we were right, although Teri said that we could always ask. I thought she was joking, but she reckoned that they would be pleased to meet a fellow wearer. There was a sort of freemasonry at work here. Certainly I hadn't been offended by the coffee stall girl - in a way I had felt closer to her.

But the purpose of our visit had after all been some serious shopping. We browsed around the clothes shops, not finding anything that we liked much. I must admit that my mind wasn't totally on the task in hand - every so often a too sudden movement would send a bigger than normal wave of pleasure through me, and I would have to suppress a whimper. One time, I was squatting down looking at shoes, and it was too much. I clutched Teri's arm. 'Teri, I've got to cum!' I whispered.

She smiled at me. 'Me too,' she said, 'Cmon, let's go outside.' We staggered to the bench out in the mall and sat. I was shaking with the climax that hovered just under the surface. 

'Cross your legs,' whispered Teri. I pressed my thighs together and squeezed my internal muscles, knowing instinctively what to do. Teri and I gripped hands and I felt her trembling. The climax burned through me like a hot wind, I felt myself flushing and my vision went misty for a moment. Faintly I heard Teri moaning beside me. I came down from the heights very slowly - it hadn't been like a normal orgasm I get with a man, more of a great heat filling my body.

'Wow,' I breathed, and Teri looked at me and grinned. I could see her lips moist and her eyes smoky with the afterglow of her own climax. We sat there gathering strength - I for one felt as horny as before.

A woman came out of the shop opposite and approached us. She was in her thirties, attractive and well-dressed. I though I could detect in her movements and demeanour the signs of a fellow wearer.

'Hi,' she said, 'Do you want to use one of our changing rooms? You're welcome, you know.'

I was taken aback, but Teri said, 'OK, I guess we need that. Lisa here's not used to it.'

The shop woman smiled at me. 'Quite a buzz, isn't it?' she said. 'Took me weeks to act normal.'

'You're . . . wearing?' I asked, using the accepted phrase.

'Sure,' she said, 'Wouldn't be without them. Helps pass the time. Couldn't stand this job otherwise.'

We got up shakily and went into the shop. She handed us some dresses. 'Here, pretend you're trying these on. Changing rooms are through the back.'

Teri and I got into the small mirrored room and shut the door. I clung to her, feeling another climax welling up in me. She helped me off with my dress and took her own off. I was shocked to see the large damp patch in the crotch of her panties, but I realised that I was just as wet. She slipped them off and leaned back against the wall, sliding her fingers down between her legs. In a few seconds she was shuddering and gasping her way through an orgasm, rubbing her hard nipples with her other hand. I felt more juice spill into my panties, and slipped them off, unable to take my eyes off Teri. My hand found its way to my clit of its own volition and with shocking suddenness I came powerfully. The balls held in my spasming vagina pressed against my sensitive places and renewed my climax again and again.

Eventually Teri and I came down to earth, looked at each other and laughed. 'Like it?' she said.

She pulled out another pair of panties from her bag. 'Got a spare pair?' she asked, and I shook my head. 

'Always carry a couple of spares. Here, borrow one of mine.'

We dressed and tried to make ourselves look presentable. My orgasms had relieved my more urgent needs but I was still on that sexual plateau where a small extra stimulation would trigger off further climaxes. The woman grinned at us as we gave her back the dresses that we had 'tried on'.

'Feel better now?'

Teri grinned at her, unembarrassed. 'You bet. Thanks.'

'I know what it's like. What are you wearing?'

'Lisa here's got a pair of balls. It's her first time. I've got four in. What about you?'

I was taken aback. Four! Teri must be stretched to bursting.

'Just a couple of balls. Sometimes I use a big egg, sometimes a butt plug as well. I like a bit of variety.'

I wanted to ask what a butt plug was, but decided to wait. Teri was talking to the woman, analysing different designs, most of the jargon over my head.

'Some of us here go to a work-out class on Wednesday evening,' the woman said. 'We all wear something for that. It's wild! You should try it. And the shower-room afterwards, wow! We really have some fun.'

'I've got an exercise bike,' Teri said. 'That's nice. I can cum continuously for half-an-hour!'

'I can imagine,' said the woman, smiling to herself. 'Well, guess I got to go in back after that! Have fun!'

We wandered out into the mall again. I felt as though I was in a dream, where anything was allowed and possible. Had I really just cum on the seat there, and again in the changing room?

'Was that true, about the exercise bike?'

'What?' said Teri, distracted. 'Oh, yeah, of course. You should try it.'

We suddenly felt hungry so found a cafe and stuffed ourselves for a while, watching the people walk by and trying to identify the 'wearers'. Teri reckoned that most of the waitresses and assistants were, but I wasn't so sure. I found that I was getting used to the glow of sexual arousal suffusing my body - I could ignore it for periods, although I realised that I was smiling at everyone and unconsciously giving come-on signals to men (and women too, probably). Then I would concentrate on my insides and feel the balls rolling against my vagina, and a wave of pleasure would break inside me. My borrowed panties grew wet.

Over coffee, Teri and I had to let ourselves cum again. I managed it quite well, my breathing growing deeper and louder but no other outward signs. It was a good way to end the meal.

'How many spare pairs have you got?' I asked her, and she laughed. 

'You'll just have to leave them off, Lisa. That dress's long enough - just.'

We strolled around, getting chatted up by a couple of men working on an empty shop. I think if Teri had been on her own she would have ended up fucking them both, but I wasn't ready for that - yet.

'Can men tell?' I asked her.

'No, don't think so. Not consciously anyway. They just know whether a woman's sexy or not, don't stop to ask why. Probably don't even know about wearing things.'

We browsed around a stall selling silver jewellery. The owner was a tall striking Afro-American woman; she radiated sexuality like an electric fire and I felt that no man would have been able to resist her. I found her quite exciting myself. She held some of the chains up to my neck and the touch of her warm fingers sent a spark through me. Teri was looking at another counter.

'What are you wearing?' she asked me in a low voice.

'Couple of ben-wa balls,' I answered, then realised that she might have been asking about my perfume.

'Thought so,' she said.

'What about you?' I was bold enough now to ask.

'Come through the back and I'll show you.' She called to the other assistant to watch the front, and led me through into the storeroom. She put a foot up on a crate, and hitched up her long skirt with no embarrassment.

She was naked under the skirt. Her long brown legs flowed endlessly upwards to her dark crotch. She was shaven, and her labia were black and velvety. But what drew my eye was the large cream object sticking out of her vagina. It looked like a sculpted pair of testicles, and a wire led from it upwards across her stomach. I saw also that there was a silver ring in one of her outer labia. I couldn't tear my eyes away. 

She pulled something out of a pocket in her skirt; it looked like a small TV remote control. She turned a knob on it and I heard a faint buzzing sound. She breathed fast and I saw her hips writhe slowly.

'Batteries are inside,' she said breathlessly. 'I can control the power from this thing.'

She put her leg down, letting the skirt fall to cover her. Her hand gripped my shoulder, and she looked into my eyes as her climax swelled. She turned the knob again and an expression of pure ecstasy swept across her face. She gasped and moaned, her hips jerking. I grew ever wetter. . . 

When she had calmed down, she felt in her other pocket and gave me a small business card. She looked hard at me and said, 'Why don't you visit me and my husband some time? We'd both like to get to know you better. Call us anytime.'

I looked at the card - just their names and a street address, with 'Handmade Silver Jewellery' underneath. They lived not far from me.

'I might do that,' I said, smiling at her, and thinking that I had to get to a place where I could cum quickly.

'I better get back to the shop. You can stay here - if you need to.' She grinned at me.

She left me in the storeroom and I watched her shapely figure walk out into the shop with that sensuous roll she had. I slipped off my panties, pushed my hand between my legs and squeezed my thighs together. The climax burst inside me and I nearly fell over with the ferocity of the heat burning through my body. The spasms lasted for minutes as I fought for breath.

Later, I left the sodden panties on a box and tottered weak-kneed through the shop. The black woman winked at me as I left. I found Teri on a bench, looking as if she'd also just finished cuming. I collapsed beside her.

'I think I've just been invited to a threesome,' I said, and told her what had happened.

'Lucky you,' said Teri. 'Can you bring a friend?'

I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally, and persuaded Teri that we should go home, even though we hadn't bought anything (the object of the trip, after all).

'OK,' she said, 'but don't forget I'm taking you to a party tonight.'

I had forgotten, in the heat and excitement of the day. 'What sort of party?'

'You'll find out.' She grinned.

'What should I wear?'

'What you're wearing now,' she said, pointing at my crotch.

'No, I mean clothes.'

'Oh, anything. Nothing you don't want to take off and probably lose track of.'

So it was that sort of party - Teri had told me about the parties she went to and I only half believed her. Soon I would find out.

Wearing A Short Skirt In Bangkok



Note: If you're looking for dirty hardcore sex, this is NOT the page for you. Some scenes in this story were actually based on personal life experience. Leg lovers, I hope you enjoy!

Hi my name is Katherine, a 39 year old housewife and mom from Florida. I'm 5'11 tall, 34b, with slender built, and dirty blonde hair. My long smooth legs are my best feature, and I enjoy showing them off to anybody who appreciates.

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It was 2 years ago when my husband Steve had to do seminars in several asian cities. I was allowed to tag along with him in that trip. All expenses were paid by Steve's company, not to mention the pocket money provided for us, which meant lots and lots of shopping for me! We enjoyed the whole trip, but I'm going to share the experience I had in Bangkok.

I felt the warm weather the moment we stepped out of the plane. It was warmer than what I expected, but I still loved it. We stayed in one of those middle class hotels located at the center of the city. The place was perfect and the locals were friendly. It was great!

There was a time Steve went to a meeting, so I decided to go see places and have fun on my own.

The weather was perfect. I wore a white tank top, a short denim skirt, a bra, panties, a pair of high heeled sandals, and sunglesses which I used as a hairband. 

Some of the local women also wore short skirts, but I been told that most of the local guys there were more attracted to exotic women, particularly white blondes, and my height at over 6' tall in high heels made me stand out even more.

I recieved a lot of looks the moment I stepped out of the hotel. Most of the men were staring at me as I walked down the street. I was taller than most people, and it attracted more attention.

I was going to a flea market. I had to take the bus as directed by one of the hotel employees. So I got on a bus and sat on an empty seat by the window. My skirt rode up my thighs when I sat down, and guys in the bus were really watching as I crossed my legs. Even the guy seated in front of me had to turn once in a while to just to have a glimpse, but I just pretended not to notice.

My sexy long legs were on display for them to see. 

I didn't mind that, until a middle aged man transferred and sat right next to me. I think he couldn't take it anymore, because he placed his hand on my lap and started rubbing my thighs instantly. I didn't know what to do. He might hurt me or something if I screamed. I didn't want to cause trouble or anything so I just looked out the window and pretended that everything was normal.

I think he really enjoyed how soft and smooth my thighs felt, because he put his hand inside his pants. He played with himself while feeling up my legs. His hand moved higher and higher until he managed to hike my skirt up even more.

Now the full length of my long legs were exposed for him to carress and for everyone else to watch. I had no idea if it's a common thing or what. I looked at another lady seated at the other side and she just shook her head. It looked like she was signaling me not to worry, and that it will be over soon eventually.

When the guy started rubbing my thighs faster with longer strokes. I figured he might be cumming by then. I was right, then he immediatly let go of my legs and got off the bus on the next stop. I felt some sort of relief the moment he got off the bus.

As I was trying to fix my skirt back down, one of the guys who were watching sat next to me. He knew I wouldn't complain 'cause he watched me the whole time. So he pulled my skirt back up, even higher than the other guy. He hiked my skirt high enough to expose my panties.

He rubbed my inner thighs as he partially spread my legs. I realized the guy wanted more after he put his hand inside my panties. It didn't take long, he had his fingers inside my bald pussy. He obviously enjoyed what he was doing. He thrusted his fingers deeper and harder inside me each time. 

I bit my lower lip to prevent myself from moaning. Another man from behind my seat slid his hands under my top. He was squeezing my breasts and kissing my neck at the same time. He was very gentle so I really did not mind.

I started to give out soft moans. The way the guy was fingering me got my pussy soaking wet. So I willingly opened my legs wider for him. The man behind me was licking my ear, which I always loved. The guy next to me fingered my wet pussy harder and faster until I reached orgasm.

I told the guys I had to get off on the next stop after I came. They just smiled at me, helped me straighten my clothes up, and moved away. 

So I got off the bus and went on with the flea market, pretended that nothing happened. 

That was one unforgettable bus ride for me...



Wearing Down A Virgin's Resistance



A 26-year-old virgin, Tammy had a lot of uneasiness "going all the way" with a man before marriage.

But over time, in her latest relationship, she would allow this one guy she met to engage in some "everything...but" which she believed would be "easier" on her conscience.

After their dates, Tammy and Don, who was a little older, would often make-out on the couch. This was limited to intimate hugs and deep kisses. 

Tammy didn't want to go much farther because she considered herself a good Christian girl, though she was becoming aware of her growing feelings for him and realized she really wanted him and had to admit that she wanted to feel a man inside her.

One night, after some passionate kissing, he did some "dry rubbing" against her thighs, cumming into his pants, leaving a tell-tale sign.

She was a little shocked he did that but soon realized that's what a guy needed to do.

After dating for four months, one night they went back to his place where they laid next to each other and kissed passionately, like before. 

He wanted to take things slow because he knew she was a religious woman and didn't want to appear like he only wanted to get into her pants, even though that was his goal.

Don began caressing her breasts and started to move his hands into her shirt.

"....Not... not yet, love.....," she said nervously.

Don caressed her breasts more but kept his hands on the outside of her shirt.

Encountering no resistance, he moved his hand inside her shirt and cupped one of her breasts under her bra, bringing her some thrills through his squeezing. 

After bringing her some pleasure that way, he moved his hand down to her womanhood and brushed her outside her clothes. Tammy moved her vagina and down, signaling contentment with his hands journeying to that intimate place.

Tammy noticed a bulge growing in his pants and touched him.

"Unzip it," he asked her.

Tammy opened the zipper and Don's manhood popped out. She stroked it for a little while as Don caressed her breasts.

Shortly, some precum oozed out.

Feeling more comfortable with the sexual feelings, Tammy pulled off her shit and removed her pants while Don disrobed.

He saw her beauty as she lay there in her bra, which her breasts well-filled. He noticed her panties were a little darker.

Don began to unbutton her bra.

"....Don... don't..." 

Don retracted his hands but continued kissing and hugging her, and then started to caress her breasts, still inside her bra, with his hand. 

He noticed the feelings getting to her and quickly began unbuttoning her from behind her back.

Sliding her bra off, Don started kissing and sucking her breasts as Tammy reacted with excitement.

As he kissed her boobs, she took his penis by her hand and caressed it. He jerked a little as she cupped it with her nervous hands.

Sucking her breasts gave Tammy a new feeling in her clitoris and she spread her legs a little. 

After the light sex-play, Don told her he thought it "was time" he showed her some things a woman needed from a man.

As he made his request, he began to pull her panties down.

Tammy resisted and moved them back up, telling him, 

"... Wait until time, dear," she said, almost terrified.

Don kissed her breasts more and Tammy seemed overtaken by the passion. She'd caressed a man before, but never had one entered her panties. This gave her feelings she'd never felt before and noticed she was becoming wetter.

After sucking her breasts, Don moved his fingers into her panties and felt her more.

Don ran the palm of his hand up and down it, felt its wetness. As he rubbed it, he would occasionally slip his finger inside. 

His digital stimulation gave her new feelings as well, shuddering as he moved his fingers in and out.

Becoming more interested, Tammy removed her panties, exposing her womanhood in all its beauty to Don as she lay on her back.

Spreading her legs wider, she allowed Don to caress her vaginal area more. He lightly moved the palm of his hand up against her bush, which was very wet. 

"Tammy... I love you and respect you, but I need to show you what a man can do," he said.

"....Okay," she said, sounding less worried.

Don moved his head to her pussy to begin kissing and sucking.

He started slow, kissing her, inserting his tongue, which caused her to shake some.

She rocked her hips up and down as his tongue entered her. 

She'd never had a guy go down on her before. For the first time in her life, she orgasmed as Don sucked her even more, swallowing her juices as his hands caressed and squeezed her breasts.

Finishing the oral, Don enjoyed looking at the sight of her face from the angle of her vagina. Was quite a sight peering into her laying back with her legs spread wide and he seeing her face between her sexy breasts as he wiped his mouth wet with her juices. 

He knew he really wanted to fuck her even more. And she knew she wanted him as well, despite her protests.

"Let me show you some things, luv," she said to him as she took his penis in her mouth.

He thrust it a little as entered her.

"....I don't want you to fuck me -- yet.... I'm a virgin, Don..." she said as she sucked Don's penis even harder. "But that doesn't mean we can't do 'other' things. I'm not a prude," she said, pausing between her suckings.

Her language sort of gave away her growing lust and signaled she might be willing to "give away" something else....

Raising her head up to his, Don "distracted" her with some sweet talk, moving his erect penis between her upper thighs as he told her how much he cared for her.

She positioned her vagina next to his penis and seemed like she wanted him in her. 

She seemed a little more at ease as he began thrusting between her thighs, and she responded favorably.

She told him, "Ah... but don't go in ... yet..." 

Raising his back up a little and placing his arms around her, Don moved his penis up and down against her wet clitoris.

Though he wanted to enter her then and there, he wasn't "overtly" trying to enter, but wanted her to feel his manhood and thought he could try breaking down some of her resistance by rubbing up against her vulva.

A "religious" man who shared similar beliefs with her, he nonetheless had sexual feelings and wanted to experience the sexual love a woman could give him.

"...Don... that's very close. I'm a virgin... I believe in waiting. I don't want to...."

Shh.... he interrupted as he kissed her lips.

His thrustings increased with intensity and she breathed even more heavily as he made love to the outside of her vagina.

As he thrust up against her wet vagina, she began losing some of her inhibitions. 

In her mind, she wondered what it would feel like if his penis went in and fantasized about making love. She'd heard of other friends letting other guys screw them, and as a Good Girl who kept the no sex before marriage ideal, wanted to feel it inside her as well. 

Yet, she seemed to fear the loss of her innocence.

Sending she wanted him, Don raised his body a little higher and began to move his forehead into her, which see seemed to be silently screaming for him to enter....

"...I love you and really want you, but Don... not yet."

Her pussy was getting wetter by the moment.

"...I want you, girl," he told her, as she "blocked" his penis from entering her with trembling hands. 

"I respect your morality, but I really want you. I've done this with some other ladies who wanted to remain virgins, but I need a good woman's love now."

She didn't respond but knew he desired her.

Rubbing and thrusting some more, he increased his pace and realized he couldn't take anymore of her vagina in front of him and sensed he was about to cum. 

As he rubbed up against her vaginal walls and pubic hair, he shot his cum onto her tummy, careful to not aim it into her vagina. 

A few more thrusts sent the rest of his love juices onto her. He wrapped his arms around her tighter as he cummed and she felt his wet juices and knew she'd brought him to excitement and realized she was close to becoming a woman, which kind of frightened her.

"....Girl, I want to enjoy ALL of you ...." he said as he pulled his penis from her pussy area.

She caressed his hair and kissed him as he held and cuddled her, caressing her breasts and entering her still wet vagina with his fingers, giving her more sensations. 

She thanked him for not entering while she caressed him and his fingers kept exploring her innocent womanhood.

Still, she knew her time as a virgin was coming to an end.

They kissed and hugged more. Exhausted, they soon fell asleep in each other's arms. 

Later, while still dark shortly before dawn, as they slept together naked, Tammy awoke and tried to bring Don back through caressing him.

Asleep while she caressed him, she awoke him by putting his manhood in mouth, which she sucked bringing him to attention. 

Awakening, he said, "You're awake, love..." as he played with her hair as she sucked. Her oral delights caused him to slightly jerk himself in her mouth.

Not wanting him to cum, Tammy removed his penis from her mouth and moved her body alongside his.

She took his penis by her hand and moved into her vaginal area, which wasn't "wide open" yet. He started to move and rub against her bush, and expected to fuck the outside of her virgin vagina like earlier.

After beginning some rhythm and light thrusting, Don noticed she opened her clitoris a little wider than before. She seemed "more interested." She wasn't as nervous as earlier as Don positioned his forehead right up against her vulva.

Becoming more at ease, Tammy rolled over on her back and pushed up her hips, placing her naked pussy fully on display as she spread her legs wide.

She let him thrust even more up against her vaginal lips, which were even more wet now. 

The sensations Tammy felt with Don's penis between her labia were indescribable. She loved the feeling he gave her as he rubbed his head right up against her vaginal opening. 

He kept slowly inching closer and was so close to entering and fucking her. 

Tammy didn't move to stop him, like she did before. This time, she seemed to enjoy all the great feelings his penis provoked in her.

As he moved closer into her looser labia, he looked up to her and they both looked like they understood what was going to happen next. 

Don looked in her loving eyes and sensed she was ready to let him fuck her.

Realizing she'd played the "Good Girl" and had dangled her vagina in front of him long enough, Tammy figured it was time to let him in, like she knew he wanted and as she had also been secretly increasingly desiring.

"...I want you...." she told him. 

"If you're sure," he said.

"....I'm sure," she said, pausing as she took-in the gravity of what she'd told him and how it would change their relationship – and her life – forever. 

"....I'm ready and want you too...." 

Don's forehead remained paused in the front of her vagina's entrance

Before she let him proceed, she had one request. 

She told him she wanted him to pull-out "just in time" before he cummed. 

"...As I'm a no-sex before marriage type of girl, and as I don't want to become a mommy, if you pull-out in-time, it should be okay."

"....and please, don't tell anyone we made love..."

Nominally agreeing, Don kissed her even more passionately. 

Finally, he knew he'd be able to enjoy this sweet innocent woman he'd wanted all along.

He was about to change her life, and she his, by giving him her sweet virgin pussy.

There was no stopping them now as her demeanor gave him tacit approval to advance his forehead into her.

Careful of her comfort, Don he moved his penis in even more but slowly. 

She reached her arms out and moved his face closer to her's and kissed him even more passionately.

He kept telling her he loved her as he moved in farther.

Shortly after he entered, he felt a little resistance as he broke her hymen, causing some bleeding. 

"uhh...uhh," Tammy said, trying to hide the slight pain she felt his enormous cock bring.

He pulled-out and the blood was evident.

He asked how she felt.

"....I'm fine..... It doesn't hurt as much as I thought. I love you and want you. Please don't stop..."

Don lined his cock up against her entrance and moved in more, entering and going out, slowly, as she slowly started rocking her hips to move her clitoris against his pelvis.

He thrusted a little, slowed, pulled out a little with his cock in her wet vagina's entrance, then went back in, each time a little deeper, increasing the speed of his movement as he thrusted his love into her. 

The obedient Christian, she opened her legs even wider and wrapped them around the man she loved. She liked the sensations and moaned with excitement. 

Her rocking her hips against his allowed him to feel her move her vagina to the rhythm of his movements, and held him even tighter. This gave Don an incredible and unexpected sensation, one he'd never felt before her.

Her gold cross and chain dangled between her breasts as his thrustings took away her innocence. She knew she was finally becoming a woman and prayed she'd be okay.

Don was impressed. Tammy seemed to know some things about sex and knew she wanted to please her man. Though she called herself a Christian, she didn't consider herself a prude and felt it "was time" she experience some physical pleasure as she'd seen some of her Christian friends experience with their guys.

She breathed heavier as his pounding brought her to climax. 

"Faster, my love," she told him drawing him even closer to him as she wrapped her arms around his back. She closed her eyes, breathing heavily as Don continued pumping into her with long heavy strokes.

Sensing she was more comfortable, Don drove in her a little harder and plunged deeper, showing her his confidence he could please her. 

As he pierced her womanhood, Tammy raised her vagina up from the bed a little, bringing it closer to the man she loved and the man she gave her sweet virginity to.

"....Oh, my God.... Keep thrusting, Don... I want all of you... Fuck me more and more...."

This was what she'd wanted. Getting older, she really tried to remain chaste but still wanted a man to fulfill her. For a Christian man, Don seemed to know what he was doing and she liked his confidence.

He kept making love with her, entering, going deeper, pulling out, thrusting more and increasing his pace of thrusts and both were breathing heavily.

Sensing he was about to cum, Don began to pull-out of her wetness, as he'd halfheartedly "promised." He was a gentleman, after all.

Unexpectedly, Tammy grabbed his buttocks and held him even tighter, pulling him closer and preventing him from withdrawing out of her. Surprised, Don paused his thrusts.

"Don... I love you. Fuck me even deeper... God.... I want you so bad...."

"...Tammy... You're a Christian lady. I thought you didn't want a guy's seed in you. If we do this, there may be no going back...."

Tammy sighed and said, 

"...I know I SAID that, but I want ALL of you.... I'm a big girl. I'll take the consequences...."

Confident she wanted him and felt comfortable with him inside her, Don pushed his penis even deeper, deeper than he'd ever gone that beautiful night. And deeper than he'd ever entered a woman's vagina. And Don hadn't had much sex, only a handful of partners, lonely Christian ladies who gave their virgin and non-virgin vaginas to him.

Tammy felt him quiver as he made his final thrusts. She held him even tighter. 

Soon, his penis began spasming deep into her clitoris, a spot no man had ever visited. 

Don's juices flowed freely into her, with no restraint. 

In a matter of seconds, without the protection of a condom that many unmarried Christian couples who don't use the pill depend on, she kissed him more passionately and maneuvered her pussy even closer in alignment with him as he shot his sperm-laden semen deep inside her. 

She silently prayed Don's seed wouldn't impregnate her and prayed that she'd be forgiven.

She felt bad for carnally desiring Don, though she tried to hide her cravings.

At the same time, she was maturing and realized she as a Christian woman was still human and subject to temptation.

It was okay, she now understood, for a woman to desire a man's penis, at least once in a while, and let him fulfill her.

She recalled all the times she secretly wished she could've gotten laid by some of the guys she dated, but never expressed overt sexual interest in them. 

"... I love you, girl," he told her as he couldn't control his pulsating penis. He clearly felt her Christian love.

Feeling his warm creamy juices, she moaned even more as the rhythm of her vagina accommodated his thrusts which satisfied her to no end.

As he began to go limp, he pulled out of her and she saw some of his cum intermixed with her warm pussy juices sticking on his penis.

"...I love you, too," Tammy told him as he laid, exhausted, on her, his flaccid penis now spent.

After a brief pause, Tammy took his penis in her hands and moved it into her mouth, sucking out any remaining juices, which she found salty tasting.

They laid together a little while before rolling over.

Tammy and Don made love more in the future. She would spend some evenings at his place and sometimes, after a passionate night together, the two would attend church the next morning.

They later got engaged and married.

Even if they didn't work out, as a committed Christian, Tammy could date other men and have some sex inside loving relationships. 

She realized she as a Christian woman had sexual desires and allowing Don to express his carnal desires freely with her was a natural and normal thing. She wouldn't feel as hung-up about not letting guys express their feelings that way. 

If they hadn't gotten married, she wouldn't have felt ashamed to tell her future husband, even if he was a Christian man like Don, about her past and he wouldn't have thought "less" of her because he too likely indulged in some sex with some women before meeting her, the love of his life.



Wearing Her Clothes



This is going to be the best Halloween ever! I took off from work early to avoid the holiday traffic; it's always crazy on Halloween, with people becoming absolutely desperate to dress up as a nurse or a caveman or a pirate. Rushing around, going to their parties... I'm not going to a party; I'm spending Halloween on my own. I have a plan... I also have the best costume in the world!

I sink into the bath, watching the bubbles rise and almost spill from the tub as I relax in the warm water. I usually shower - I haven't had a bath in years. Bubbles and stuff always seem to be something that women do. Still, the bubble bath did come with the outfit! It was hers, so obviously I'm going to use it tonight!

I got lucky this year, real lucky. A few weeks ago, I'd been in Miami on business and stayed at one of the better hotels. On the evening of my third day, I went to reception to check for messages. Unbelievably, she was checking in! And they put her on the same floor I was on! We shared an elevator and engaged in small talk and, by the time I got to my room, I was ready for the best wank of my life!

We met a few more times after that, in the restaurant and bar. I actually sat with her in the bar for a while on the last evening of my stay in Miami. She was waiting for someone and he was running late. I never actually found out who she was waiting on, but I presumed it was her boyfriend or husband or something. I had another glorious wank that night, and in my fantasy she had been waiting for me at the bar. We'd come back to my room and I'd slowly remove her dress... I'm sure you get the idea!

Anyway, I booked out the following day and somehow the hotel managed to mix up her overnight bag with my luggage. I was so stunned at meeting my teenage idol and talking to her that I didn't spot the extra bag until I arrived home! My own overnight bag was in my suitcase - all my samples had been distributed, so there was plenty of space for it.

Here I was with the best possible souvenir ever! Inside the bag was the dress she had worn on that last night in the bar, the dress that had played a pivotal part of my fantasy! I had photographs of her in that dress, of the two of us sitting at the bar! Me and Molly Ringwald!

I lathered my legs and shaved them. It wasn't too difficult, I'd seem movies where women sit in a bathtub, a towel wrapped around their hair, to shave their legs. It always looked so feminine, and I was glad I had lit some scented candles as I imagined Molly shaving her legs... I felt my cock stiffening up as I stroked the razor over my legs, pretending that I was Molly. Of course, she didn't have to shave her chest!

My lust for Molly Ringwald began after seeing her in a few movies back in the eighties. My favorite was Breakfast Club, where she does a little dance... I guess I was drawn towards her because I have red hair too, unlike most of the people at my school. I could identify with her; we had something in common.

Now I had the chance to really identify with her - for one night, I could become her! I finished shaving my chest and stood up to depilate all those areas that had been under water. My cock was rigid as I worked, and I thought briefly about shaving my pubic hair off. No, perhaps later... I didn't know if Molly shaved down there, so for my first transformation I decided to keep my hair although I did even it out a little.

After discovering that I had inadvertently brought Molly's bag home with me, my first reaction was to return it to the hotel where they could re-unite it with Molly. My curiosity got the best of me, and as I looked through the contents of the overnighter, a plan began to form in my mind.

The bag held the black dress she had worn on that final night, some underwear, a skirt, three different tops ranging from smart-casual to lounging around in leggings, leggings, two pairs of shoes, a toiletry bag and a digital camera. I was amazed by how much she had managed to cram in there! With all of this stuff, it would be easy to imitate her for a few days...

I decided to return the camera to her - it was an expensive model, really top quality, and I couldn't keep that. I'd return some of the other stuff too, but only after I'd had some fun.

My body felt really smooth and tingly as I stepped from the bath. I dried myself as I contemplated my next step; should make up go on before or after my clothes? I decided to do my make up first, that way I could spend all my dress-up time in complete enjoyment of being Molly.

The Internet is a wonderful thing, with all sorts of pages on how to do make up properly! I'd even found some pages that explained how to achieve a realistic pair of breasts - that was on a site for cross-dressers. I picked up a few other hints and tips there, especially for men who want to look like women.

The make up went on easier than I thought it would - I really didn't look too bad once I had finished! My cock wasn't as hard as it had been earlier, it was still longer than usual but it was kind of relaxed... just nice.

Molly Ringwald wouldn't be Molly Ringwald without wearing pink, and the bra and panties I had decided to wear were the perfect color! They weren't too skimpy but as I adjusted the panties, I realized that there wasn't enough give in the front of them for a cock. That didn't matter too much; the fact that I was now wearing Molly Ringwald panties was enough to please me and provoke another erection from my restrained cock! It looked really obscene, my cock pushing the pink triangle of material away from my body...

I fastened the bra and put in the special padding I had ordered from the web site. These were false breasts, but totally unlike any you would find in a Halloween store. They were very realistic, and they came with surgical glue to keep them attached to my chest. I moved them around a little until I was happy with their positioning, then glued them into place.

Molly's pantyhose were next... I wondered if she had washed them? They smelled clean enough, and I gently eased the sheer black fabric over my toes and up my leg. It felt really nice, that sensation of being encased in something so light and stretchy... I eased the other leg on and then stood up to bring the waistband up, feeling the pantyhose add to the constriction that my cock was under.

I looked in the mirror and was amazed by what I saw there! I didn't really look like Molly, that was too much to hope for, but I did look enough like her to make me very happy. I guess the main difference was that Molly wouldn't have had an erection sticking from the front of her pantyhose... Looking at myself just made me even harder, and I could feel my cock throbbing, desperate for a good wank.

I set my camera on self-timer and took a dozen pictures. If I were only going to do this once, I'd make certain that I'd have as many memories as I could!

I wasn't finished yet, however. I pulled the dress on and adjusted the fit in the mirror, once again noting how my cock pushed the clingy fabric out. Finally, I stepped into her shoes... They were black with silver trim, sort of like strappy sandals but with high heels. My toes slid in to a little pointy part at the front of the shoe while a few straps tied to my foot at the ankles to keep them on. I practiced walking in them for a few minutes before returning to my camera for more pictures.

As I posed, I became incredibly aware that I was wearing Molly Ringwald's clothes. This is how Molly's dress felt on her body, this is how her feet feel in these shoes, her pantyhose hugs her waist in exactly the same way that her pantyhose hugs my waist...

I was very hard and aching for release, but I wasn't ready for my wank just yet - I had many more pictures that I wanted to take! However, the memory card soon filled up on my camera and it was time to transfer the first batch to the computer. Sitting at the computer I crossed my legs, something I had seen Molly do in the restaurant and bar. It felt really good as my legs rubbed together, separated by only the thinnest of material, and I was soon looking through the results of my first photo session. It was fantastic, truly incredible, and I considered making up a web page to display this transformed me in all my glory! Then I remembered that Molly's camera had been in the bag...

Molly had been doing what I was doing! Self-portraits in this very dress! As I looked through the transferred pictures I saw that Molly was doing a slow strip down to the pink bra and panties that I was wearing! Then she took them off, her body intensely moody and seductive, for some nude shots. I searched through them all but it was all very soft-core stuff, not even one nip-slip...

I almost ran back to my impromptu studio and took another batch of pictures, this time posing as much like Molly as I could, right down to the nude shots. As soon as the camera filled up, I got dressed again.

The latest set of pics could wait - it was time for a break. I also had to eat, and I made up a sandwich to enjoy as I watched a movie - the one where Molly gets topless, of course! I'd watched all of my Molly Ringwald collection in the evenings running up to tonight and had saved Malicious for last. I only intended to watch that one scene, and settled down with my sandwich and a glass of wine.

Twenty minutes later, I switched the DVD off completely stunned by my reaction. I was rock hard again, of course, but while watching the scene I had begun to imagine that I was Molly Ringwald. I yearned to kiss her lover's chest and take my top off for him; I longed to feel his penis slide inside me... This is not what I had expected, and I sat for a while trying to figure out what this meant.

Was I gay? Did I want a sex change? Did I want to be Molly Ringwald? These were the three main questions in my mind, and I finally decided that the answers were no, no, and yes but only if I could change back to being me again. Perhaps wanting to be Molly made me want to do the things she did on screen...

The doorbell rang. Shit, the doorbell rang and I was dressed like this! I started to panic but then remembered that it was Halloween - lots of people were dressed differently! I decided to answer the door dressed as Molly Ringwald.

Molly Ringwald stood there. She too was dressed as Molly Ringwald.

"Hi, you might not remember... We stayed at the same hotel a few weeks ago. One of my bags went missing and..." she said breathlessly. Then she did a double-take. Molly's jaw dropped as she saw what I was wearing. "Is that my dress? Are those my shoes?"

She glared at me and I almost wilted, such was the intensity of the look in her eyes. I couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't do anything except for start to cry. I am a grown man and now I start to cry? What was happening to me?

"I suppose I'd better come in," she said, looking disdainfully at the dress.

"I never even imagined that I was popular in transvestite circles..." she said as she sat on my couch. (Molly Ringwald sitting on my couch! Exactly where I had sat!) "Cher, Madonna, Janet Jackson, yes... but not me!"

"Sorry," I managed to say.

"I suppose I should be pleased... Still popular after all these years? Okay, I came here to see if you had my bag. Obviously you do, and you've... ah... looked through it. There was a camera in there with some very personal pictures in it. Give me that back and I'll leave, although I should really have you arrested!"

I went and got the camera, placing it on the table next to the couch. Molly looked at it and then looked at me.

"There's no point in asking if you looked at the pictures or not, you'd probably lie," she said.

"I did," I replied. "They were beautiful."

"Okay, that is so not the answer that I was expecting!" she said, turning away from me. "Have you worn everything?"

"No, just this... just for Halloween." I said.

"So you're going to a party?"

"Um, no..." I replied. "This is... This is just for me."

"Well," Molly said, looking at me appraisingly. Something seemed to pass between us just then, some spiritual thing, as if our souls recognized each other. "You've done a great job! Do you do this sort of thing often? Dress up in someone else's clothes?"

"No, first time," I said.

"Why?"

"Why?" I replied. "I'm not really sure... I think it was mostly for an adventure, you know? To be a bit more like you, after identifying with some of the characters you played in your early movies."

"Back when I had a career?" she laughed. "Oh, I should be furious..."

"Would you like something to drink?" I asked.

"Yes..." she replied. "Iced water, please."

"Sure... It's the least I can do."

We sat together on the couch, a big distance between us, as Molly drank her water and asked me lots of questions. Mainly she asked about why I had done this, but then she asked me how it felt.

"Good, really good," I said. "Very intense... I think I almost feel like I am you, or at least my projection of how you are."

"What do you mean by that?" she asked, turning to face me and moving slightly closer in the process.

"I lost my sense of self, to an extent. I wasn't me anymore, and it was nice to be someone different, to do the things they do. Come on, I'll show you."

I led Molly into my home office and sat her on the computer chair, pulling up the folder I had transferred my photographs to. I also opened the folder containing her own photos so that she could compare.

"Oh my god!" she cried as she saw the first of my photos. I had forgotten all about being very hard when I took those! "Well, you can keep those panties!"

She looked through the rest of the photos, her face becoming thoughtful as she progressed through them all. Finally she turned away and looked directly at me, appraising her dress on my body.

"I might have an idea..." she said.

We returned to the couch in the living room to discuss her idea. Molly was in the process of setting up a production company doing offbeat human dramas and was searching for stories to transform into tele-movies. Her idea was that a man, me (and played by me!), would dress up as a woman. The man dressed as woman role would be played by Molly - this is how the man would picture himself as he interacted with all of those he came into contact with as his evenings progressed. It would have one of those clever twists at the end when the man dressed as a woman suddenly gets reality intruding in on his perceptions and fills with the knowledge of how those little meetings with other people actually went.

"Too depressing," I said. "This experience, if you pardon my saying so in the circumstances, has been incredible. You should make it a story of empowerment, of those little things that people do to get through the day. I do like the idea of you playing me when I'm dressed up, though. Nice touch."

"Okay," she said. "Tentatively, you'd get credit as a co-producer and story by... would you be willing to develop this further?"

"Yes, yes - I think so," I replied. "There should be a scene where we meet... I mean, the me dressed as a man and the me, that would be you, dressed as a woman..."

"Oh yeah," laughed Molly. "And what would we do?"

"I don't know," I replied. "Make love or something!"

"You want to make love to me?"

"With all my heart..." I replied before realizing what I was doing. I was no longer talking about the movie...

Molly placed her hand on my thigh. I think she was trying to be comforting, but the feeling of her warm hand through the pantyhose was absolutely wonderful. I felt my cock grow stiff once more.

"What possible reason could there be for that?" asked Molly. I hoped she was unaware of what was happening in the panties she no longer wanted.

"Hope," I replied, thinking quickly. "Oh, I've got it - it's a fantasy sequence, yes? His male side feels like it's constantly at war with his female side, but then they join together at the climax of the lovemaking scene. The whole transcends the sum of the parts, yin and yang combine, anima and animus unite... and there's the climax to the movie, I can dress how I want and when I want and I'm a better person for it!"

"You want to make love to me," said Molly.

"Yes," I replied. There was nothing else that I could say. "I want to make love with you."

Molly slid her hand up my thigh, under the dress. Her skin felt electric as it brushed along the pantyhose until her fingers connected with my erection. She moved closer to me, bending her head towards me. Her lips parted slightly and she licked her top lip before moving even closer to kiss me.

I wrapped my arms around her, feeling how warm she was and breathing in the scent of her perfume. The fragrance brought an image to mind - strawberries on a warm summer day, and my lips parted to taste her tongue as it pushed into my mouth.

We moved closer until my false breasts were almost touching Molly's real breasts, her fingers still on my throbbing cock, our pantyhosed legs brushing together as we embraced. It was an uncomfortable position - too many points of contact and not enough direct access, and we stood up to face each other. Molly wrapped her hands behind my neck and drew me close for another kiss.

We pressed together properly this time, our breasts (fake and real) touching through our dresses, my hard cock pressing against her as we kissed. I felt my legs go weak but I never wanted to end this moment as Molly pulled away slightly to look at me, biting her bottom lip as her eyes stared into mine.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she said as she backed me towards the bedroom.

I reached up to undo the strap behind her neck. The front of her dress fell free as we edged towards the bedroom and I looked at her creamy skin, her cleavage almost bare now. She stepped away from me as we reached the bedroom door, pulling her dress down to expose her wonderful breasts.

Reaching out very slowly, I gently stroked the skin between her breasts, barely aware that she hadn't been wearing a bra. The cups of her dress must have built-in supports, as her breasts sagged slightly without the material over them. My fingers explored outwards, gently touching her soft skin and brushing past her proud nipple.

Molly sighed and closed her eyes, content to enjoy this exploration as I enjoyed it. I briefly wondered if Molly was imagining it to be herself that was touching her as I cupped her breast. My fingers moved gently as my palm supported her, and I could feel her cool breath against me as I moved my hand lower.

Eventually my fingers slid under the waist of her dress, touching the top of her pantyhose. I slid my other hand around her back, undoing the zip to let her dress fall down, while easing my fingers into her pantyhose.

I'm not sure if it was Molly or me who trembled slightly - perhaps it was both of us as we stood there, my hand on her abdomen under her pantyhose. Finally I moved closer to her to kiss her again, my cock throbbing as never before under my layers of clothes.

Molly turned away from me, walking towards the bed. There was just enough light in the bedroom for me to see that she hadn't been wearing any panties, and I decided to try that for myself as soon as possible.

I couldn't believe how beautiful she looked as she lay down, waiting for me to join her. I walked to the side of the bed, watching her carefully all the time, committing every detail to memory...

Molly reached up under my dress, feeling for my erection again. She stroked me through the panties and nylon, and I swayed in time with the movements of her fingers. Molly hadn't taken her shoes off when she got onto the bed and I decided to do the same, kneeling beside her with her hand exploring me as I bent to kiss her tummy.

I rested my hand on her thigh as I kissed and licked her tummy, working my tongue down to the waistband of her pantyhose as my fingers slid up the inside of her thigh, feeling how damp and hot she had become.




Wearing Her Clothes



Just as my fingers brushed against her pussy for the first time, Molly sat up and took her hand out from the dress. Damn, I thought - she's changed her mind! I was wrong, though - Molly had only moved because she wanted my dress out of the way! She pulled the hem up around my waist and then grasped my pantyhose in her hands, pulling it down along with the panties until my cock sprang free.

The cool night air hitting my cock was such a wonderful relief as I knelt quivering beside her. Molly wrapped her hand around the shaft and looked up at me, biting her bottom lip again as her hand squeezed my cock. She kicked her shoes off and pushed herself up from the bed, every movement transmitting through her hand and onto my cock...

I pulled her pantyhose down just like she had done to me, just enough to free her pussy from the warm embrace. I stared at her hair, wondering what it felt like against my lips. I longed to drink her in, to explore everything that she had to offer...

Molly rolled away from my, onto her side. I lay beside her, my cock nuzzling against her ass as I kissed her neck. Molly raised one leg and slid her hand under it, moving away from me slightly. Her hand wrapped around my cock and she guided me towards her with unerring accuracy.

I felt her warm, wet lips parting as my cock slid deep inside her, Molly pushing back so that I would go in all the way. I kissed and nibbled her ear as I reached up to fondle her breasts, pushing my cock as deeply as it would go into her wonderful body. Molly pushed back, and then we began a slow dance of separation and reunion as I thrust in and out of her.

Molly took my wrist and brought my hand away from her breast. She sucked on my fingers for a few seconds, fireworks exploding inside my mind as she got them good and wet, and then she guided my hand down between her legs.

Molly moaned as my fingers found her clit. I stroked gently at first, gauging her reaction as her body tensed and relaxed, and her sighing becoming louder and softer. My cock plunging into her as my finger circled and rubbed her clit...

Molly began to tense up and she reached her own hand down to her tummy, rubbing herself there as we lay on our sides, my cock sliding in and out of her as I fingered her. She began to press her legs together, almost squeezing my hand away as her moans became louder and louder until she stopped breathing, her body tensed up and up and up until finally she exhaled.

"Aaaahhh..."

Molly Ringwald was having an orgasm! I was making Molly... I jerked, the feeling coming from nowhere. My hips thrust forward and my cock pushed as deep as it could into her as my hot cum shot into her body.

"Mmh, yes..." Molly whispered as she pushed back onto me. I thrust again, feeling how slick she had become as my hot semen filled her. Time slowed down and I became very aware of every sensation I felt, from the pressure of the bed supporting me to the way Molly's clothes felt on my body, from the way Molly breathed as she orgasmed to just how smooth and hard her clit felt.

Our orgasms faded mutually, leaving us lying happily on the bed. I held Molly, my arm across her tummy and my lips on her shoulder, until slowly my cock softened and then slid out from her. We lay together like that for a while longer, watching the moon through the bedroom window.

"You should take my clothes off now," Molly whispered as she moved onto her back. She sat up to pull her pantyhose off, then lay down again to watch me as I undressed.

I undid the straps on the side on the shoes and then stepped out of them. I took the dress off next, then pulled the pantyhose and panties down and off. Finally I took off the bra, the surgical glue keeping the false breasts attached to my chest. I started to walk over to the dresser to find the instructions for removing the glue, but Molly stopped me.

"Leave them, I don't want to wait..." she breathed. Then she spread her legs wide. "Lick me out..."



Wearing Her Panties



After such a long time of my girlfriend knowing that I love her panties and like to have her wear them while we fuck like rabbits, and that I love for her to take her silky or satin panties and wrap them around my dick while she jerks me off, we did something a little different the other night...

The two of us went out with a couple friends and had a fair amount of drinks during the course of the night. The sake and beer at the sushi place was just getting us started. What finished us were the vast amounts of various colored beers we had at the bar. The other couple had to take off early so we decided to finish our drinks and catch a cab home. Neither one of us was in the right state of mind to be driving, but that means we were in a great state of mind for some kinky sex! When we finally got home, we got about as far as getting a glass of water in the kitchen before we started undressing each other and running our hands up and down one another's bodies. I thought we were going to be fucking on the kitchen floor right then and there, but things went a different way. As we stand there, she thought it would be funny to put my shirt on that I had worn that night. Being the good boyfriend that I am, I went along with her and I put her lacy white bra on that was sitting on the floor. It didn't exactly fit, but it was all in good fun... it's not like I was trying to be a Victoria's Secret model or anything like that! :P She got one up on me after that, she grabbed my boxers off the floor and pulled them up her silky smooth legs. After the boxers, she was quick to pull on my blue jeans to complete the attire.

Now here we are, my girlfriend standing there dressed in my underwear, jeans, and t-shirt, and I'm just standing there with her bra around my chest. It felt a little uneven so without thinking, I grabbed her sexy little thong panties and pulled them up my legs and the fabric of the thong nestled tightly in between my cheeks. My girlfriend has a tight little body so her panties weren't exactly the best fit, but I'll tell you one thing... the feeling of her stretchy thong panties around my waist was a strangely erotic feeling! My dick was so hard at this point that there was no getting her polyester/spandex blend panties over my goods. She was laughing and having a good time watching me basically stretch out and ruin her panties, so I knew things were going to get hot! There were two things left of hers to put on before we went upstairs to do the dirty... her tight, but stretchy jeans and her skimpy tank-top. I barely got the jeans pulled up and I certainly wasn't able to zip them up or button them, but my outfit was nearly complete... once I got the tank-top on, we were both having a great time and couldn't keep our hands off each other. She tried grabbing my thong-clad ass, but her pants were so tight that she couldn't get her hand inside of them so she hand to settle on grabbing my ass through her tight jeans. We hardly even made it to my bedroom...

When my girl and I really get excited and into it, we can never keep her lingerie on for too long, let alone full outfits. She does keep her little panties on quite often though because it feels so good and looks amazingly hot when she pulls them to the side while I fill her wet and warm hole with all I've got. This time was no different. We both were fully dressed (in each other's outfits, but still fully dressed) and we were already quick to strip down nude. She took her shirt and bra off of me while I pulled down her jeans, my jeans, and my boxers. So there we were... horny as can be, her fully nude with the moonlight coming through the window reflecting off of her perfect smooth curves, and me almost fully nude, but wearing these skimpy thong panties that my girlfriend was wearing less than 10 minutes before. My dick was at attention while the soft stretchy panty fabric was encasing my shaved balls and the thin fabric of the thong resting peacefully in the crack of my ass. This was definitely a new experience. These thong panties are actually some of her sexiest panties and I always love when she wears them, so it was indeed a change for me to be sporting her black Victoria's Secret thong that has sexy pink lace trim and cute little pink polkadots and is accented on the back with a pink lace corset-like pattern with a sexy little bow on the top!

At this point, both of us had enough foreplay and I was ready to fill her dripping wet pussy that was aching for my cock. Instead of taking off her little thong panties off that I thought had felt so good, I got on top of her and slid right in to her with the accompaniment of a loud moan. I don't think she's ever been as wet as she was that night. This is definitely a good sign that she liked what was going on, including me in her little lace trim thong. It didn't take long for either one of us to reach full bliss. Shortly after she orgasmed and moaned and screamed her lungs out, I couldn't take anymore. While wearing my girlfriends little thong panties, I unleashed deep inside of her one of the most complete orgasms I have ever had. It was simply amazing, to cum deep inside of her while wearing her own panties! This is most certainly an experience that was a first, but it surely wasn't the last time it will happen. 

We jumped in the nice hot shower to start round two. This time we were both naked! 



Wearing My Kilt



Miss you my love. I am lying here thinking of you, even though we are thousands of miles away I feel you are near me when I put pen to paper.

I was lying on my bed, about an hour ago, naked, my cock was rock hard, as I thinking of you. I miss your dark skin, my love, seeing the beads of sweat on your skin, turning it into a shiny mirror. I can wait to see my hard white cock entering your perfect wet ebony pussy, seeing it disappear inside you and looking at your face, as each thrust stretches you. You know I love to tease you, remember how I thrust into, at a steady rhythm, but I keep from thrusting my long cock all the way inside you. So, when I see you relaxed and enjoying my thrusts, I take you by surprise, thrusting my cock deep inside you, feeling my knob hit inside you, and you groan. Then you looking at me, surprised, your eyes wide with annoyance and excitement, smiling that wicked smile, "Fucker." you grin, " Yea." I reply with a bigger grin, like a boy caught doing something he shouldn't. 

Remember my love, when you teased me, getting your own back, he he. It was when we came back from a night out. I was wearing my black kilt, black ghillie shirt and black brogues. You were so sexy, in your red backless mini dress. I remember your breasts moving and swaying as you moved, your nipples so erect, god you were so sexy. Your think hair flowing over your shoulders.

Remember when we got home, you pushed me up against the wall, slowly lowering yourself to your knees. You pushed my legs apart as I saw your head go under my kilt. I feel your perfect lips grab the head of my cock and you started to suck me. I felt your slim fingers wrap around my thick shaft as you start to move my white foreskin back and forward.

I looked down and see your back, and the tight skirt moulding itself against your firm booty. As you move your head back and forward, the front of my kilt goes in ant out following your motion.

I feel your mouth around my hard purple head, your tongue exploring it, prodding it, tasting it. It feels wonderful you know what to do, your fingers moving up my tummy and around my sack, I feel my sack swaying to your motion, now and then, your mouth would go done my shaft, tasting me, licking my erect muscle. Now and then you gentle bite my shaft, pulling my skin back and forward, sometimes faster some times slow, teasing me drinking in all the taste.

You move from under my kilt and stand in front of me kissing me so gentle, I can taste my excitement on your lips, your tongue exploring your mouth wanting your to penetrate you. I go to touch you , feel you , and you push my hands away.

You slowly undo my kilt, its heavy and drops to the floor, you push me back to the sofa, and I lie back, my legs open exposed, my cock hard erect and lying on my stomach, my purple firm head just lying past my belly button, you can almost see the blood throbbing.

You moved between my legs, smiling and slowly undo your top, exposing those perfect breasts, I could see your large erect nipple, I move my hand to touch them and I see you smile again. Waving your finger saying, "No, no, just look,"

I lay back, soaking in your breasts, nipples and wonderful shoulders. You start to wank me, jerk me, moving my skin up and down, looking into my eyes as you do. I see your breast sway to the motion of your arm as it excites me, I cant stop looking at those perfect mounds , thinking of shooting by come over them, to see the white liquid on your now sweaty skin.

You expertly play with me, licking the firm purple head and now and then surrounding my cock with your lips and your tongue rubbing against it, inside your moist mouth. I can feel myself start to come, I begin to arch my back, and begin to thrust my hips, trying to fuck your hands. You can feel my excitement and just as I about to release my come, you stop, letting my cock go, I feel it slap against my stomach.

I look at you puzzled, you smile. "Just wait, wait." You said.

You stand up, and tease me by slowly taking off your skirt, turning around so I have the best view of your round perfect booty. I go to grab my cock, and you stop me, "No, No, thats my job." You say.

You push your ass toward me and slowly take your thong off as you open your legs showing me your wet pussy. You go back on your knees and resume you're pleasuring, my cock is still ridged, as you start to stroke me, slow and steady, enjoying the feel of my skin as it glides over my stiff muscle. It does not take long before I feel the excitement build again, I moan, "Eerr, err." as my hips move, thrusting, and I shout "Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk," my come shoots out, having almost climaxed before this climax was greater, the white liquid shoots fast up my chest and hits my chin, "F err errr uckkkk!!" I groaned, surprised how fast and far my come shot out. You continued to stroke my cock, moving it back toward you, so the next spurt shoots over your perfect skin, the think white liquid settling on your left nipple, and you milk me, slowly, putting my purple head into your mouth, sucking the rest of my excitement into your mouth, drinking me.

I can smell my come, the warm smelly musk, reaching my nose. 

You lean over, kiss me and your lips touching mine, I can taste my come in your mouth. You begin to rub my come from your breasts all over me, the come on our chests mingle. You move your mouth to my chin, and slowly lick off my come, slowly moving down my neck returning to my mouth, finishing with a long kiss.

I miss you, miss your touch, soon my love soon.



Wearing My Mom's Panties



For the last 2 or 3 years panties have been my fetish. I am not certain how it started but I am crazy about them. I live with my two sisters and my mom and I often sniff, wear, smell, and touch all of their panties. I love the smell of my sisters dirty panties and I love to wear my moms panties and bra's. This is the story of how my one major fantasy came true.

One Tuesday night my mom and my two sisters decided to go to the gym. When they told me they were all going it was like magic to my ears. I hadn't had the house to myself for a week or more and it meant that I was free to look through their things and masturbate all I wanted. They left and I headed up stairs to look through my 21 year old sisters drawers. She had just moved back home from University and I had a feeling that she must have purchased a sex toy while she was away. 

After searching around for a bit I gave up and went to her panty drawer. I looked at all her sexy thongs and large bra's but I became bored. I decided to check the laundry basket for some dirty panties to sniff and lick but literally minutes before my mom had left she did a wash. From here I went into my mothers huge bedroom and took off all of my cloths. I went to her panty drawer and stuck my penis into it. The coldness from the satin panties made me dribble a little pre cum on a pair of black satin briefs. I decided those should be the ones I wore since I had already made a little mess in them. I pulled them up and they felt so sexy against my ass and my penis that a chill went through my body. I picked out a lacy black bra and put it on. I rubbed my hands down over my 'breasts" and the chill came back. I decided to go all the way since my family wouldn't be home for at least another couple of hours. I took out some black panty hose and pulled them up over my black panties. 

Then I went into my moms' closet and found a white blouse that was very see through. I selected a nice pink skirt and I put it on. Then I went into her bathroom and put on some lipstick. I also pulled down my panty hose and panties and I put a maxi pad on the crotch of the panties. I was so horny now that I knew I was going to explode. I laid down on the bed and I put a couple of phone books under a large pillow and I began to ride books. I imagined how wet my panties would be right now if I were my mom or my sisters. I rode the pillow for a few minutes and I rolled off to relax. Then I heard a car pull into the drive way and it was my family.

I looked at the clock and they were at least an hour early. I ran into the bathroom and listened. I could hear only one door open and close so I knew someone must have forgotten something or must have been to tired to stay. I opened the bathroom door a crack so I could see who it was if they came in. Sure enough a few moments later my mom came into the room. She walked to her open panty drawer and looked in. She must have known I had been in there I thought. She took out a pair of white satin panties that were the same style as the ones I was wearing and she threw them on her bed. She pulled off her work out pants and she was wearing no panties at all. My penis jumped but was cut short by the satin panties. My mom took off her shirt and she was wearing a white bra that seemed a little too small for her. She laid down on the bed and began to pinch her nipples through her bra. I couldn't believe my eyes. I assumed for a moment that she must have just had an itch or something but then she did it again and again and she suspended the pinching once for a few seconds and she let out a little moan. I nearly passed out. 

I began to rub my penis against the bathroom counter and my mom took the panties she had put on the bed and laid them over top of her hairy pussy. She then laid all the way back and begin to finger fuck herself through the panties. I really couldn't believe my eyes know. I thought it must be a dream. I had, had many of them before and they all ended just before I got to do anything. I decided that dream or not I wanted nothing more then to get out there and show my mom how nasty I had been. I burst out the door and stood there in my moms sexy cloths.

She sat up and casually laid back down. She continued to rub her self and she told me to come and sit by her. She told me I looked sexy in her cloths and then she told me to strip till the bra and the panties. In about 5 seconds flat I was standing in front of my maturating mother wearing nothing but her panties and her bra. She stood up with her panties in hand and told me to put them on. I took off the black ones and put on the now soaking white ones. I could smell her pussy and I became even hornier. 

She told me to lay down on the bed and she began to lick her pussy juice off her panties. My cock was throbbing now and I knew I couldn't take it. I told her I was going to cum and she quickly bent down and with her teeth she pulled the soaking panties down around my knees. She asked me if I wanted her to eat it or take it in her pussy and I told her both. 

She took my cock into her mouth and even before her lips touched my cock I blew my load all over my moms face. She licked up as much as she could but some dribbled down onto her huge nipple. I sat up and licked my cum off my moms nipple. I told her if she can eat her pussy juice then I can eat my cum. She laughed and told me I was bad. 

We sat for a while and relaxed. I began to feel anxious and I told mom I wanted to fuck her. She told me that she didn't have any condoms and I would have to pull out before I came and I told her that I knew my 24 year old sister had some in her panty drawer. She told me to go get them and to bring back a couple pairs of panties for us to play with. I did as she told me and I put the condom on before I even got back to my moms room. I came in and my mom laid back on the bed and spread her thighs. Her pink pussy appeared from her thick bush and I mounted her immediately. 

I put the head of my cock in between her pussy lips and I teased her a little until she grabbed me and pulled me into her. My cock slipped into her hot canal and she screamed in pain (She hadn't been fucked in at least 8 years). I humped her and humped her and she panted and moaned and I told her I was going to cum. She told me to pull out and take off the condom. She said she wanted to take my load right in her pussy so I did. I rammed my cock back in her and I cummed all over the inside of her pussy. I pulled out and my cum poured out with her pussy juice all over her bush. I grabbed a pair of my sisters panties and I rubbed them all over the mixture of my cum and my moms pussy juice. We sat there for a good hour just masturbating each other and sniffing those panties sweet smell and we took satisfaction in knowing that we had made that sweet smell together.

Since that day my mom and I have had regular sex and she agreed to buy me my own sexy panties and a couple vibrators so that I wouldn't have to mess in hers anymore. We also share my sisters dirty panties and we often masturbated with each other while sniffing my sisters sweet pussy stains.



Wearing Nothing in the Warehouse



My name is Tim. I'm 35 years old and am married to Lisa. She's just as beautiful as she was the day we were married, fifteen years ago. Despite having two children, a boy, 10, and a girl, eight, her figure is almost the same as it was on our wedding day, too. Her 32A breasts are perfect--small, round with perky little nipples. Her slight figure is rounded out with a 34-inch waist with a flat, taut stomach in between. She works out and it shows. Her soft facial features make her look much younger than 34. Lisa is only 5'2" and weighs about 120 lbs., making her look tiny next to my 6'4" frame, and with a little paunch, I weigh in at 275.

I work as a vendor for a large food distribution company. The hours are flexible and work is mostly independent, making it a nice job. There are about a dozen employees at the warehouse I am based out of. Each man (all the employees are men right now) has his own cordoned off area of the warehouse. We have to load our own trucks at the end of the day, so they are ready to go out the following day. I have to work most Saturdays. Sometimes my wife comes with me to help load my truck on Saturday, getting me done earlier, so we can do something. She'll either drop the kids at her parents, a babysitter, or bring them along and they'll "help" or play around in the warehouse.

After a normally long day on the job, a couple of us will sit around talking to relieve stress before loading our trucks. There is one guy, Jim, that I've gotten to know really well. He's a few years older than me, but acts younger. He's married with a couple kids of his own. We talk about almost anything, from the job to our kids to our wives and even our sex lives. And not just the bullshit talk, but we'll discuss our sex lives and relationships seriously--the good and the bad.

One night, we had been talking about photography and buying digital cameras. Neither of us owned one, but both were in the market for one. Jokingly, he mentioned that one thing he'd like to do with one was take nude pictures of his wife. I admitted that I had some pictures of mine from a long time ago, when she was a little more daring--I didn't know if she'd still do that sort of thing, I told him. Well, from that day on, it became a little side joke with him, that he was always begging me to bring the pictures to work.

I told my wife about it and she was embarrassed that I'd even told him about them. She made me promise not to show them, which I did. I said the real thing is much better anyway. Someday, I told her, she could just show him that. The subject pretty much dropped with her after that.

My friend, however, still kidded about getting to see them. I told him if he really wanted to see them, he'd have to ask my wife. A couple of weeks later, we were she and I were loading my truck on a Saturday afternoon. There were a few other guys there, including Jim. As we were finishing up, he came into my truck.

"Lisa," he started. "Tim has been telling me that he's got some nice nude pictures of you. He won't show them to me, but he said you might."

Lisa shot me a look.

"That's not what I said," I quickly defended myself. "I told him that if he really wanted to see them, he had to ask you, because I wasn't going to show them."

"Well, Jim, I'm sorry I don't have them on me. I guess you don't get to see them."

"That's okay," Jim said. "Just bring them next time." He laughed as he walked away. After he was gone, she and I joked about the fact that he'd probably have a heart attack if she showed them to him. Not to mention, he’d never know what to do.

Three weeks passed before Lisa came and helped me load again. There were only three of us there that day--me, Jim, and another guy. The second the other guy left, Jim was in my truck. "So, did you bring them, Lisa?"

"What?" Lisa asked.

"You don't give up, do you?" I added.

"The pictures. I told you to bring the pictures next time," Jim replied. "And here it is--next time."

I rolled my eyes and turned back to work, but I almost dropped over when Lisa replied, "They're in my purse, I'll get them."

Jim had no response to this. He just stood there with his mouth hanging open as Lisa walked past me to the front of the truck. She dug in her purse and returned with a small white envelope. "Now, no one else hears about this, right?"

"I promise," he said. He quickly fumbled with the envelope and withdrew the photos.

I stood in stunned silence as he slowly flipped through them, studying each one and making very appreciative small comments and moans.

"Of course, Tim says that the real thing is much better," she said and slowly started unbuttoning her blouse. She never looked at me, so she never saw my questioning look and since I had lost the power of speech, I had no way to object. Jim looked at me once and I only shrugged. His eyes went right back to watch as Lisa dropped her blouse to the floor of the truck. A moment later, her lacy white bra joined it on the floor. The cramped quarters of the truck, left me standing behind Lisa, knowing that Jim was seeing my wife's sweet breasts from only a few feet away.

"Let's go out in the warehouse," she said. "There's more room." Jim ran, not wanting to waste any time. Lisa waited for me to press by her, "I hope you don't mind if I tease him a little. He needs to be shut up about the pictures." 

"I guess not," I said, a little unsure. I walked out of the truck into the warehouse. Jim had a big grin on his face, staring at the truck, waiting for Lisa to emerge. I thought maybe she was losing her nerve, because she didn't come out right away. Jim and I shrugged at each other. "Lisa? Everything okay in there?" I called out. Just then, she came out of the truck, completely naked. "I was getting a little warm, so I thought I'd speed things up a little." She came over to us and spun around a few times. "Like what you see?"

Jim nodded, mumbling something unintelligible. She walked up and pressed her body against his, "What did you say, Jim?" Her hand slid down to his crotch, feeling his hardened cock. "Ah, I guess you DO like what you're seeing?" She came and kissed me, asking with her eyes for approval. I smiled and she continued with her little show. She walked over to a short pallet of boxes and sat down. Leaning back, she pulled her knees up to her chest then split her legs out to the sides, revealing her pussy in all it's glory. Lisa slid one hand down her legs until it rested on her pussy. She rubbed herself briefly, before sliding her fingers between the lips and spreading them open, leaving her as exposed as she could possibly be. Jim was almost drooling as he had inched forward and stared openly at her wide-open pussy.

"Wow," was all he could mutter.

Lisa drew her legs together and dropped them over the side of the boxes, sitting up. "Your turn."

Jim was taken a little aback, as was I. Jim and I stuttered, "W-w-what?"

"He saw me, now I want to see him," she replied. "I want to see if it looks as good as it felt."

Lisa reached forward and tugged on his shirt, "Come on, I don't have all day..."

Jim pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his upper body. Jim is a little shorter than I am and probably a good fifty pounds lighter. His chest was hairier than mine. He wasn't ripped with muscles, but his chest and stomach were flatter than mine. Lisa rubbed her hand on his chest, then down to his belt, "Keep going."

Nervous as he was, Jim undid his pants and let them drop to the floor. He was wearing a pair of white boxer shorts with a smiley face on the front. The front was tented out quite far by his hard cock. "Looks like someone's happy to see me," Lisa said. 

Next, Jim hooked his fingers in the waistband and pushed his boxers to the floor, when he stood up, his cock was pointing straight out in front of him. His was hairy everywhere until his pubic area, where he was shaved around his cock and balls with just a little patch of hair above his cock. His cock, by the way, was huge. It stuck out of the hairless area at least 8 inches and was plenty wide. "Oh, my," Lisa gasped. 

"See something you like," Jim asked.

"It's so big..." Lisa whispered, leaning toward him to get a better look.

"Doesn't Tim have one to match?"

Lisa laughed, involuntarily, "Not even close." I flinched at the insult, which she quickly realized as Jim laughed. "Sorry, Tim," she apologized. "I didn't mean...um..."

"It's okay," I said, quite embarrassed.

"Touch it, if you want," Jim said. Lisa looked at me for approval and I just shrugged. Taking that as an okay, she reached forward and grasped Jim's cock. Her fingers barely reached around it. She slid them up and down while cupping his large hairless balls with her other hand. "My wife said that she likes how it looks without the hair around it, makes it look bigger," he explained.

"I don't think it needs much help to look big," Lisa offered. As her hands continued to rub Jim's cock and balls, Lisa's eyes glazed over. She kneeled down in front of him staring at the big cock. She was grinning as she stroked him, letting the end of his cock bump against her face occasionally. I didn't know what had come over her, but she seemed to be lost in another world. Of course, I wasn't sure what had come over me either, as I was letting my naked wife play with my friend's cock and balls.

"You look like you've got something on your mind, Lisa."

"I was just wondering if I could take something like this inside me," she replied. I don't know if Jim or I gasped louder, but he answered first. "You'd just have to try to find out." Lisa just moaned and took the head of his cock in her mouth. She can take my entire 5-inch penis in her mouth, but with Jim, she could only get the head and another inch or so, so she popped it out and licked up and down his shaft a few times, even pausing to lick his balls. Then her tongue roamed back up to the tip and she took the cock into her mouth again. Her head bobbed a few times, then she stopped and stood up.

Lisa got back on the pallet of boxes and laid back, spreading her legs. "Are you going to fuck me with that big cock or what?" Jim was between her legs in a flash. He rubbed his cock up and down her slit which was visibly soaked. Without a word, he slowly pushed his cock into my wife's pussy. The first couple inches went easily, but then he had to slow down and take his time. Gently, he withdrew a little and pressed back inside of her. Repeating this several times, he had all eight inches buried inside of her tight little pussy.

By now, I had pulled out my cock and was stroking myself. I didn't understand the millions of emotions racing through me, from anger to jealousy to surprise to confusion, but I knew that the one that was winning the war inside of me was arousal. I was more turned on than I had been in years at the sight of another man fucking my wife with a cock that dwarfed mine. I watched as he pounded into her, dragging her lips inside on his thrusts and seeing them cling to him as he withdrew. After just a few minutes, Lisa was already starting to moan. Within seconds, she was cumming hard on his cock without any other stimulation. During sex with me, she usually rubbed her clit while I fucked her until she came.

As she came down from her orgasm, Lisa pulled Jim down to her and started kissing him. This sent more pangs of jealousy through me, but also turned me on more. This had gone behind feeling his large cock inside her to making love to him. Their kissing was reaching a frenzied pace as their tongues danced together. Jim sat up a little and said, "I'm going to cum. I want to cum in your mouth."

I knew that Lisa would balk at that. I hadn't cum in her mouth since before the kids were born. She never liked it and stopped doing it just to please me over ten years ago. However, she pulled off his cock and swung around, enveloping the head of his cock with her mouth. She jacked his cock hard until he started moaning and I could see his cock pulsating and his muscles clenching as he came in her mouth. His orgasm lasted a long time as he continued shooting sperm into my wife's mouth, then I got my next surprise as I realized that she had swallowed it all. She had only done that for me once and that was while we were dating. 

Lisa continued to clean his cock of their combined juices (another first--she never sucked me after sex). She repositioned herself on her back, spreading her legs again, while still sucking Jim revitalized cock. She looked down at me, "You want a turn, babe?" I nodded and started to take off my clothes. As I stepped between her legs and rubbed my tip up her slit, she added, "I hope that you can still feel something. Jim might have stretched me out a bit." Jim smiled as she looked up at him, "See what I mean about him not being nearly as big as you." It felt like a kick to the stomach, but it also made me cum instantly as I shot my load of cum all over her pubic hair. "A bit early, babe," she said. I couldn't believe it, I hadn't cum that early since I was a teenager.

I ran to the truck and came back with some paper towels. I quickly cleaned my cum off of her pubic mound. "Jim," she said. "I was really hoping for another fuck yet. Since, Tim isn't quite up to the task right now, would you mind?"

"No problem," Jim replied as he retook his place between her legs. This time he slid his hard cock all the way into her on the first push with ease. In moments, he was fucking my wife at a steady pace again. His big cock sliding in and out of her pussy, rubbing against her clit as he leaned down across her body brought her to another giant orgasm in a matter of minutes.

She lay panting beneath him, "Jim, your cock feels great. I love how it fills my pussy up. It's so big." He pounded into her a little faster and harder, making her moan on each stroke.

"You like this, huh?" Jim asked, "You like it better than with Tim." Lisa didn't answer. Jim fucked her faster still, bringing more moans. "Say it...who's the best? Say it." 

"You are, Jim. You're the best fuck I've ever had..." She screamed. "Your cock is the best ever. You're so much better than Tim. Cum in my pussy..." With that Jim's hard fucking brought her to her third orgasm of the day. As she moaned and spasmed beneath him, Jim thrust one last time deep inside of my wife and filled her with his cum. He collapsed on top of her with his cock still deep inside her pussy. "That was wonderful..."

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