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Conned

By: Ocallaghan79



This is my first go at writing a story. I am new to this. Be kind or not . So please enjoy or hate. But at least read it. 

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Odd! that's the best way I can describe my life. Well at least in my eyes its odd. I am not saying that things are like a side show at the circus. But up until a few months ago I was just drifting through and enjoying it. My parents have always been very loving and always supportive of everything I do. Which in its self is good but it does not help make a young man smart in the ways of how the world works. At some point you do have to tell them no or at least try and shape a few brain cells so they do less stupid things. 

I have done a lot of stupid things over the years. Having a fake drivers licenses in high school so I could buy beer for all my friends. Breaking into a few places and running from the police. Cheating on a few tests or helping my buddies cheat as well. But my best thing was Pranks! I love to pull pranks on anyone and everyone. Lets just say I could go on for long time telling about all the ones I have done. I did get caught a few times on some of the really bad ones. This is where the overly supportive parents needed to step up. But as you can already guess that's not going to be the next thing I write about. They would just pay it off or get a lawyer. Then turn me loose with a please do not do that again talk. 

This also when I found out I was a peeping tom. I am proud of this fact as I had never been caught. It started out as a bet. That I did win thank you very much. It was very simple. My friend Bard came up with the idea. He bet me that I could not get a camera into the girls locker room. I know it sounds way to easy with all the small cameras they make today. But back in the mid 1990's it was a lot harder to do. But I managed to pull it off. Seeing how I played a lot of sports I was always at school after everyone was gone. So after a few weeks of planning and a little shopping through some catalogs. I put together a nice little set up. Seeing how the girls locker was used to store old and no longer used equipment gave me the perfect place to hide the camera.

The storage room was made of metal grate and never locked. After replacing one of the boxes that was full of old school team uniforms that had not been used since men wore shorts that barely held your balls. I made the switch and even found a plug in the wall to power the whole thing. Needless to say after it was all over I ended up one hundred dollars richer and about fifty minutes of girls changing clothes spank material hornier. I was hooked. No I did not make a huge thing out of it but I did use it to gain a few insights on some of the girls I wanted to nail.

No I am not a bad looking guy by any means just not the popular one with the ladies. Even in colleges I had some luck with them but most of that was from drunk women with low standards at closing time in the bar. Guess its my not so winning wit. I have the looks and a nice body to boot. I am a few steps above an average looking guy but my brain does not always follow up on those parts. I normally say the wrong thing. Normally I have found just showing off my six pack and big arms does for me if I need some kitty. 

Now back to the point of this whole story. My name is Alexander most people call me Xander. As I have never been a big fan of the name Alex. I am five foot ten and two hundred and twenty pounds. I look the part of a 1950's retro greaser. I have a thing for pin ups and the look just fit. 

But to bring this story up to speed here is a short list of things that have happened. Finished college, got a good job, had a great idea, left good job, started my own company, company failed, lost everything and now live with my parents again. So in my mid 30's I am working for my father and trying to start over. 

They moved when I was off on my own and what a house they moved into. It is huge compared to the nice little one we lived in. Eight acres of land with a small barn for the horses my mother always said she was going to have one day. Needless to say she still does not have them. But what they did have is a very sexy neighbor that liked to wear very small bathing suits while sunning herself by the large pool in her back yard. 

My mother said her name is Moon. Yes I said Moon. From what my mother told me her parents are free thinkers also known as hippies. They had died in a car accident. Leaving her with a good sum of money. Or at least what I could gather by the nice car she drove and the size of her house with the massive pool. 

My room was over the garage which over looked her pool and did she spend sometime at her pool. I on the other hand spent lots of my off time when not working or at the gym. Stroking the hell out of my cock as a watched her laying by the pool. Damn she got me going. Between her nice d cup breasts and big ass I was hooked. From what I could see she stood about five foot three. With an hour glass shape to die for. Her breast had to be at least a 38 d with a tiny little 27 inch waist leading down to her big 36 butt. Her skin was a light bronze topped of with her wavy light brown hair. That hour glass figure drove me insane. You would think at my age I would have better control of this but what is a horny lonely broke man to do. Besides beat off and be a peeping tom to such a hot neighbor.

I was just never able to figure out how a woman who looks like that. Spent so much time alone and I mean almost all her time alone. Maybe she was just as bad as me when it came to the keep them coming back for more game. As we all know the hot ones are normally the nuttiest ones.

One day I found myself having to clean out the still unused barn. When by chance I finally ran into Moon. She was out in her yard trying to remove parts of a fallen tree that fell in the storm a few weeks ago. So I watched as she broke a light sweat moving the branches to a burn pile in the back of her property. And I broke out in a massive hard on. She had a nice loose fitting white tank top on and a pair of light brown small shorts with a pair of low cut brown boots. I spent some time tugging at my cock trapped inside my shorts as I watched this should be porn star do yard work. 

That's when my luck started to change. She was pulling at a very large branch when the main trunk of the tree rolled a little trapping her foot under it. She struggled for a few seconds then let out a sweet little yelp. I adjusted myself and headed out to give this sexual goddess a hand. I jogged around to the front part of her house and let myself in through the side gate. I could still hear her yelping in the back like a little lost puppy calling for its mother. As I rounded the corner of the house and made my way past the pool. I could see her sitting on her butt pulling at her foot. But it was no use she was not moving with all that weight sitting on it. 

"Looks like you could use a strong pair of hands and a good back." I said.

She just looked up at me with a pair of eyes filled with relief. "I could use anything that would get this silly tree off my foot. But what you mentioned would come in handy as well." Then she flashed me a wonderful smile and it made her face light up. I felt my cock stir in my pants. But there is work to be done so maybe this sexy lady will at least share a one night stand with me.

So standing back and looking at the tree. I could see it was not going to be that heavy for me too pick up at least a few inches. I leaned down and picked it up on the tree. It was heavier then I thought and after a few good grunts I lifted it. Moon was able to pull her little foot free. She took off her boot and sock to inspect it for damage. Even her feet are sexy and I am not a foot fan. My poor cock was trying to move again. Damn this woman makes me horny!

Then Moon looked up at me. On the way up to my face I am sure she saw the lump that was there. "Would you mind carrying me back to the house so I can put some ice on this?" 

I fought off a grin and leaned down. Picking her up was so easy and so was carrying her to the back door. She could not have weighed more the one hundred and twenty five pounds. I am sure most of the weight was all breasts and ass. I placed her down and she turned to face me.

"Could you be a dear and cut the tree up for me? I can pay you for it." Moons light green eyes did me in as she stared at me. 

"You do not have to pay me. I would gladly give you a hand. Let me go fetch my chain saw and I will have it done in a few hours." "Then I will have to have you over for dinner or a dip in the pool for helping me out. I am going to ice this thing for a little while. I am grateful for you doing this for me. Thanks again." With that she shut the door and disappeared from my view. 

This is about the time when most guys have the sinking feeling of natural born sucker! Yet again in my life I am doing work for free or at the most food and a few hours of starting at this sexy lady's body. So I trudged off to grab the chain saw and knock out a fast two hours of work.

Needless to say her body blinded me more then I thought as it turned out to be five hours of work. The sun was going down as I headed home covered in sweat. As I walked by the house she opened her bedroom window on the second floor. She was wearing a deep blue colored silk robe the hugged what of her body I could see perfectly. Her hair was up in a bun showing off her face. If this is what angels look like I can not wait to get to heaven. Between her eyes and those thick full lips I was getting hard again. I was trying not to stare at her tits but the way the robe held them dared me not too look. 

"Seeing how I was a little caught up in the moment before. What's your name? I am Moon." Then she hit me with that smile again.

I just returned the same grin and told her my name was Xander. I also let her know I was more then happy to help if she needed it again..

"Well seeing how I still need to thank you. Could you come back over this Sunday? I do need a little help moving some old things around in my basement. I would like to cook you dinner as I thank you. Then a late dip in the pool with a few drinks would be nice. I hardly ever have company over. I just like my private time. So I will see you around one then." With that she threw me a wink and disappeared before I could answer one way or the other.

I headed back home only to realize I had a massive hard on pushing the front of my shorts right out. That's why she knew I would be back over to help regardless of how much I wanted to say no. So after a nice hot shower and spending a few minutes with cock in hand. I drifted off to sleep. 

Sunday got here faster then I wanted it too. So I threw on a pair of cargo shorts with plenty of room in them. I was going to hide my hard on this time. I put on one of my tighter fitting black t shirts. If she can tease then so can I. To bad she still holds the grand prize though.

So I headed over and knocked on the door. Moon took a few minutes to open the door. But when she did it knocked me for a loop again. She had on a little tube top showing off how big her breast really are and that flat stomach. I was starting to drool. Then to finish it off a pair of light weight cotton sweat shorts the material was so thin I am sure if you looked long enough you could see right through them. The top and shorts were both a bright white. She greeted me with that half smile and grin look again. I must have born sucker written all over my face. 

"Come on in Xander I will show you to the basement. Thanks again for this. It keeps me from hiring people I do not know to come in here. That just creeps me out." I followed her through the house and tried to listen to what she was saying about her life. But because of those shorts all was lost. Her big beautiful ass was hanging out of the bottom of those shorts. I took this time to adjust my cock as and hope I did not have a precum spot on my shorts. With every step she took I watched that amazing ass jiggle.

Sooner then I was ready for the show of her bottom was over and we were standing in her basement which just happened to be almost as big and the first floor of the house. With boxes and furniture everywhere. She turned around and explained to me what she wanted done. So with a wave she turned and went back up the stairs. I watch that butt again disappear from sight. If I had not been so lost in my trance I would have heard her giggle. Then next few hours I spent moving everything. 

She was nice enough to bring me a sandwich and a few drinks as I sweated myself to death. Every time she left I was treated to another great show of her ass. I looked at my watch when I was finally done. After five thirty in the afternoon. Man what a wasted day!

I headed back up the stairs to tell her I was finished and needed to grab a shower. I found her in the kitchen making a few salads and drink a rather large glass of wine. I also noticed a partly drank bottle of vodka sitting on the counter next to a still damp shot glass. 

She just smiled and handed me a glass of wine she had waiting. "I made you a salad. Why don't we eat next to the pool. That way you can jump in after you are finished." I just smiled and agreed with her. I ate like a starved animal. The wine disappeared just as fast. We sat and chatted for a few minutes. I could feel the wine starting to work. Moon stood up to clear the plates. But it seems her luck does not hold out well. For just like the tree rolling on her foot. Her balanced failed her too. I guess she drank a little more then she should have. Because she went right in to the deep end pool. I let out a gut wrenching laugh. 

Her head popped above the water and joined me in a good laugh. The light was getting dim and thankfully my parents had there room on the other side of the house. She swam to the shallow end of the pool. Soon she was walking up the steps and I could see that amazing ass right through her shorts. I was in heaven!. It was better then I could have believed. As she turned my eyes came up to her face. She had caught me looking and I am sure she saw my poor cock screaming to get her attention. Her smile told me I should look even more. I let my eyes wander down her body. Her nipples were pointed right at me. I could see the dark rings surrounding them and her breast were picture perfect. Down her tight flat tummy. I know I had drool running out the sides of my mouth. When I go to her shorts they were glued to her body. This is were things get odd for me. I have seen enough naked women in my life time to know what should be there. But with her it was not the case. Incased in her now see through shorts was a cock!

Not just a cock but a limp monster. She was twenty feet away from me but it was massive. I could just about make out all the veins on it. That's when I saw it move closer towards me. With every step she took it swayed just ever so little. I was still sitting down when it came to rest a foot away from my face. It had to be seven inches and it was soft. The head was round and almost a purple color. That when I saw it twitch. I swear I saw the blood start to rush into it. This monster was starting to wake up pushing her shorts out ever so lightly.

"I think she likes you! Maybe the two of you could get to know each other better. Why don't you follow me." Moon then ran her hands across my shaved head down to my shoulder. Then she tugged on my shirt and like some little puppy I followed her over to the hot tub. On the way she stripped off her top. I was shedding clothes like a man on fire. 

"Now get in the hot tub and do not turn around till I tell you too. I want to see your face as I show you everything I have." I did as Moon told me to do. My brain still could not handle what was going on. How does a sex goddess like this have more man about her then me. My eight inch cock was pouring precum out of it. I should have run but I was in this one till the end. 

"Turn around and look me in the eyes." 

I slowly turned meeting her gaze. She had a devilish smile on her face. With a nod of her head I took the hint to lower my gaze. She was dancing around moving her body ever so slightly. I took in the view of her big firm breasts. I wanted to dive right into them. Her dance kept going drawing me in deeper and deeper. I could have spent hours watching those gorgeous globes sway. I let my eyes continue down her body. Till I saw her thumbs hooked into the sides of her shorts. Only the front of the shorts was pushed out to the limit. 

My mouth was now hanging wide open. Slowly she pushed those tiny shorts off and more of that beast slipped into view. It was covered in thick wide veins. It was not smooth like mine. More manly reminding me of the trunk of an oak tree. No sooner had that thought crossed my mind then it was free. She wiggled out of those short and kicked them away. Right back to her seductive dance she went. It was hit the insides of her thick little thighs. With each sway my ears were meet with the sound of a heavy slap. It had to be twelve inches and as thick around as a red bull can. Not a hair on it anywhere. The baby arm joke took on a whole new meaning for me at this point. The head of her cock was the size of a small apple. Her balls were just as smooth and each one the size of a plum.

"My lady cock is ready to meet you. If you treat her nice then she will reward you greatly." With that moon stepped into the hot tub and made her way over to me. I was sitting down at this point because my knees had become so weak. Moon grabbed her great lady and slowly began to stroke it for me. With each stroke it got closer and closer to my face. Soon I was cross eyed looking down the shaft of this true monster. 

Then I felt it bump my lower lip and a drop of precum roll down my chin. The weight of her cock had me slightly scared, I thought back to all the women I had face fucked as I rammed my mighty cock down there throats. But I had nothing on this woman's foot long six pound lady sword. Which is aimed right at my face. But I wanted it!

"Go head. Give her a kiss. You know she already likes you a lot and its been suck a long time since she has been kissed. Now look up at me as you kiss her. I am going to love watching those big brown eyes of yours get wider." Moon then moved her hand to the back of my head and lightly push me forward. I put up no defense and started kissing the head. Regardless of how rough the rest of her cock looked the head was soft and warm. 

I kept placing sweet little kisses all over the head. Then my tongue shot out of my mouth and started licking it like a lollipop. But the head is the size of a huge jaw breaker.

"Mmmmmmmmm. She likes it when you make out with her. Now see if she fits in your mouth." I could hear Moon starting to moan a little.

My manly side was screaming at me to run and get out of there. But I just opened as wide as I could. Taking as much of her lady cock into my mouth. I clamped down with my lips and started sucking as hard as I could. I was still staring up at her. Her eyes beamed with joy as I bobbed my head up and down on her might lady meat. The rough texture of her cock on my lips was driving me insane. My hands had worked there way up to her mind blowing ass. I was squeezing those great globes in my hands. My lord they felt good.

Slowly I moved my right hand up to her balls. Each one was the size of a plum. How in the hell did I never see this before? She was pressing on my head more now and pushing her hips forward with a little force. Each time more and more of cock made its way into the back of my mouth. I could feel the pressure each time it hit the back. I was trying my hardest to take it all but it was just not going to happen. Or so I thought. Precum was pour out of her like a fast dripping faucet. I was so into it that I had taken my eyes off her face and watched her stomach as it pumped closer to my face. I moved my left hand to her cock and stroking it at an even pace. I just could not get enough. Try as I might I could not get my fingers to touch.


Conned



Her moaning had become louder and her breathing heavier. "I knew you had cock sucker written all over your face as soon as I laid eyes on you. Now just relax and let my sweet treat slide down your throat. Trust me it will fit."

With that she pushed forward with a good amount of force. I felt a pop at the back of my throat and watched a few more inches of her disappear as her tummy got closer. I dropped my hand out of the way and placed it on her thigh. But now she had a hold of my head and was pumping away. I could feel her cock getting harder with each push into my throat. With each push the tummy got closer. I was gagging with each push but she was not letting up one second.

"That's it take my fucking lady cock you whore! Feel what it like to have real power in your mouth bitch!" She was screaming now and grunting with each push. I was lost in heaven. Each push forward brought a slap to my chin as her balls made contact. The base was to this that it kept her from bottoming out on my face. But that did not stop her from trying. She had ten inches of her twelve inch beast buried deep in my mouth and throat. 

"God Yes! Look at me! I want you too look up at me now!" Moon commanded between heavy breaths.

I was starting to get light headed. I looked up to see a woman on fire. She stared back down at me as now squeezed her right nipple between her fingers. Her eyes told me what was going to happen. Because with one great thrust she finally rammed all of her cock into me mouth and deep in my throat. Her big balls rested on my chin. 

"I'm cumming you fuckin slut!!" She let out a scream and that's when I felt the first huge load gush into my throat. With each shot of cum she pushed hard on my head as now both hands were holding it tightly in place. It felt like gallons of her nut juice flowing deep into my belly. Still cumming she pulled that demon free of my throat and out of my mouth. Only to blast me with two more thick ropes of cum all over my face. 

With that she let out a sigh and collapse on to my lap panting. To my surprise lost in the moment had cum too. I was so into the pleasure I was giving that I missed the fact that I was just as spent as her. She slowly stroked the back of my head as her own head rested on my chest. Looking down I could she her cock floating around in the jet streams from the hot tub. 

I heard her giggle. When I looked up she was staring at my face. " I am glad you and Lilith get along so well. Sorry she made such am mess on your face. But I wanted to see what it looked like since you had spent so much time watching me. I had to see what my picture of you looked like covered with my lady cream." I grinned at her while she smile at me. : Just to let you know I do have a few more things around the house I need done and Lilith is far from done with you!"



Conner and Rebecca Ch. 01



It was a dark and rainy Friday night as I drove my Mustang down the freeway to Anderson. The heavy rain spattered against my windshield, making it almost impossible to see. My windshield wipers were never very good, and in weather like this were virtually unusable. I had to drive slower than usual, what felt like a crawl on the freeway at 50 mph.

I cursed under my breath. Rebecca was going to be irate with me for being late. We were going out tonight to drink and dance, well, probably mostly just to drink to be honest, at the Rainbow and 501. That meant I was her escort for the night, as usual. 

The first Anderson exit finally revealed itself in the rain and I pulled onto it. Yeah, the second exit was technically closer to Rebecca's apartment, but I was used to taking this one. My parents had used it for year on the way home from town, so it was second nature to me.

The stop sign at the end of the off ramp caught me by surprise again. It had only been up for a few months, and I was still not used to the damn thing. I looked down the road to be sure it was clear before pulling out onto the main road. The Anderson PD was just a block away with a Sheriff substation another block down. Not a good part of town to pull any traffic crazies. Not unless you liked being harassed by small town cops and paying large tickets.

Finally I pulled up into the parking space in front of Rebecca's place. I could see a faint glow from her windows, it pulsed lightly in shades of purple, blue and pink. She was fond of using Christmas lights to light up the rooms sometimes. It was fun, if a little bit more dim. But I couldn't blame her, it was fun.

I hopped out of my car and it beeped as I locked it. I took the stairs two at a time to the second floor door. I tried the door and was surprised to find it unlocked. Rebecca was usually quick to lock the door when she was home by herself. Maybe she had seen me pull up I thought.

Pushing the door open I walked into her living room. "Rebecca, I'm here!"

"About time!", came her playfully terse response. She was sitting in her oversized lazy boy chair dressed for the evening in one of her playful outfits. This one was reminiscent of a schoolgirl with the plaid miniskirt, button up white shirt and tie. She even had her long dark-red hair done up in a pair of ponytails with green ribbons. Very, very cute.

Her apartment was in its common disheveled state. Rebecca worked a lot and wasn't home much, so the place got a bit messy sometimes before she got around to fixing it up. I could see her bedroom from where I stood and was surprised to see that clothes were flung everywhere on the floor. It was a little messy out in the living room, but not quite as much as the bedroom. I noticed her fairy tarot cards were scattered across the inn table. 

Well, actually not scattered I noticed. I'd seen her use them often, she put a lot of stock into whatever she read in them. I'd scoffed at it at first, but after a few readings with her I was almost convinced. The cards seemed to really have some attachment to some source that guided them. It was creepy. 

They were in a complicated spread I didn't normally see her use. It could take an hour to properly read a question like that, usually with a piece of paper and the book of detailed information on the cards. That spread also required specific questions or it was useless. The more details the better, Rebecca claimed.

"Sorry I'm late," I apologized from the tiles in the kitchen. "The weather's crazy and the freeway took forever. Are you ready to go?"

Rebecca raised one eyebrow from where she sat. Her face was a mix of irritation and impish playfulness. I'd learned to be careful when she had that look. "Conner?" she spoke my name like a question.

"Yeah?" I replied. I really couldn't decide what was up from her expression.

She straightened her skirt for a moment restlessly and glanced over at her cards. A brief scowl crossed her face as she glared at the cards. Her face smoothed and she looked back over at me. "You don't seem to be properly prepared," she said, "I thought I told you we were having a girls night out."

I gulped for a moment. She couldn't mean? No.... she was just toying with me. "I just thought you were being cute, Rebecca. You always say stuff like that. Aren't we leaving?" the hopeful note in my tone seemed to amuse her.

"Remember the deal?" she asked quietly, "After what happened?"

I had to fight back a sigh. Things had happened a while ago when Rebecca and I had gone out. At the Rainbow we had picked up a pretty black haired girl named Marie. She had been making out with Rebecca all night long, and the two had gotten quite aroused. At the end of the night, Rebecca had insisted that I take the two of them back to my place so they could have some fun.

Things had gotten a little out of hand. People got naked, a certain girl did things with a certain guy she hadn't planned on doing... The details are another story honestly. The end result was that Rebecca had forced me to agree to a deal with her. She knew me quite well, and the deal had mostly not been anything I didn't desire or want... but its one thing to want stuff and another to actually go through with it.

Back in the present Rebecca was staring at me, waiting for a reply. I sighed. "I remember, Rebecca. But I didn't think you meant that tonight. Not with us going out, surely we're not ready for that? Besides, look at the weather!"

She shook her head. "I was serious, Conner. We're going out for a girls night out. That means you're Victoria tonight, not Conner. Also, you're wearing the collar as well. When you're Victoria, you're mine remember?"

My pulse raced in a combination of excitement and fear. Rebecca knew all about my fantasies of being a woman. She knew of my crazy mixed bisexual thoughts. I loved women, a lot. Her especially. But I also was obsessed with men, or at least with their cocks. It was... complicated. And it made me feel very gay and not like much of a man. Society's norms being what they are.

"There's the price you have to pay for me to go out like that," I blurted out. The thought of going out as Victoria was overwhelming and turning me on. But also the thought of Rebecca following through with her payment excited me. It excited me a lot more.

She turned her gaze to the side to look at the cards. "The cards say I need to do this tonight. They say you need to do it as well... so..." she gave an exasperated sigh herself. She hated 'losing control' or being in a situation aside from one she planned explicitly and this was obviously not completely what she had thought out. She turned her gaze back to me. "Strip, Victoria, you look silly dressed in those clothes."

For a moment I hesitated, then I started to pull off the clothes. Under my shirt you could see my skin was smooth and hairless. Rebecca had insisted on electrolysis to remove my body hair permanently. She said this was my true desire and wasn't going to play around with me shaving regularly. 

Also as my clothes came off you might notice my girlish figure. I had been slightly overweight and very much man shaped when this had started. But she had me on a special diet, regular exercise and hormones to make my shape more girlish. 

It was working, and better than I had thought. I wasn't going to win beauty contests, but my figure was much more feminine and would turn an eye or two even if there were prettier girls around. Under my shirt was binding that I pulled off to free my breasts. That had been my birthday present from Rebecca. I couldn't have saved for the surgery myself, and she said that every girl needed some breasts. They were nice, nothing too large or crazy. Just nice, girl next door breasts that worked with my figure.

Lastly I pulled the hair-band out that had held back my hair. It was wavy, dark brown and hung just past my shoulders. I was still getting used to treating it right for the best look.

Rebecca eyed my body, I could see her arguing with herself as she did. I was her best friend, Conner. But I was also her friend Victoria, who was her sub. "I see your... *ahem* I see your penis hasn't really shrunk much," she said conversationally with a blush.

I looked down and blushed myself. I hadn't been willing to give it up, so I wasn't fully female. Some bizarre in between place. It had decreased in size slightly, that was common, but it hadn't been much. Also it was still functionally, thankfully. That didn't always happen and if it had stopped working right then I might have had to go through with a sex change operation, because there wouldn't have been a point in keeping it around.

"Er, no," I stammered, "Just lucky I guess."

She shook her head and gestured that I approach. I walked up closer to where she sat.

"Get on your knees, Victoria", she commanded in a low voice. She pulled a pink leather collar, my pink leather collar, out from behind her in the chair. It was stylish and could have a leash attached to it, but it could be worn also in public without too much stir. She reached out and clasped it around my throat. She then pulled a metal chain that ended in a leather leash loop out and attached that. She let the chain hang slack and slung the loop onto her wrist.

"I have to punish you for being late and for coming as Conner, not Victoria," she whispered, "The cards were very clear on that." She blushed again for a moment, and paused to reach over to grab a remote off the table. She clicked on the stereo and some random rock from the radio came on. Background noise, boy she was nervous.

"Yes, mistress," I replied softly in my Victoria voice. It was a little deep, but feminine enough. I didn't have to call her that all the time, but when the collar was on and we in private I was to call her that unless she said otherwise.

Setting down the remote she reached to her skirt and pulled it back. I gasped softly as she hiked it up to reveal that she had a pink strap-on attached over a very sexy pair of blue lace panties. It was slightly stiff, but flexible. Silicon I guessed. She reached down and pulled it up into an "erect" position.

"Your... your... ahem... Your late arrival makes me think you're not ready for us to spend any quality time with any people," Rebecca said in a soft voice that I could barely hear above the radio. The colored lights made it hard to be sure, but I was positive she was still blushing. "So we're going to practice your... c... your cocksucking skills for 20 minutes."

Her hand that held the leash reached out to the back of my head and pulled it closer to her strap-on. "And we're not going to settle for any cheap blowjobs, you're going to learn to do it right, girl. Every blowjob you give, whether it's a real cock or some lucky girls fake cock, is going to be a deepthroat. Understand me, Victoria?" She gazed into my eyes with her green-blue eyes. They had a slight fire behind them. She was letting out a bit of her own deep desires here I could tell. She was beginning to enjoy this.

"Yes, mistress," I said.

She tightened her grip on the back of my head and pulled it the last couple of inches to the strap-on. I touched it with my lips for a moment, and then opened them slightly. My tongue slipped out and grazed the tip of the pink cock, then slid over the top and then I swished it down under the head. I slid my tongue out further along the smooth, slick surface and then once it was extended the whole way (which was surprisingly far to me) I bobbed my head forward to take as much of the strap-on into my mouth as I comfortably could.

Rebecca relaxed her grip on the back of my head with a slight moan. Her eyes shined in the flashing lights as she looked down on me. I kept my eyes on hers as I slowly began to tease her cock in and out of my mouth to get the feel of it. It was of decent girth, and must have been about six inches long. 

At least she hadn't started me off with a monster strap-on, but if I knew her she'd work up to larger sizes eventually. She was getting off on this, I could tell. She liked being the one with the cock, and the one in control. It excited her.

I began to set in with an earnest, bobbing up and down on her strap-on. After a minute she moved her hand from the back of my head to the arms of her chair. Soft moans continued to escape from her lips as I went. A couple of minutes passed as I pushed the cock as deep as I could into my mouth. It wasn't enough, and I knew it. She had said deepthroat, and while I was giving a damn good blowjob, I knew she was going to want more.

Maybe 3 minutes in her hand grasped the back of my head, her fingers twisting into my hair. "I said, deepthroat, Victoria. You're doing very well, but that's not a deepthroat." Her voice was louder and more firm than earlier. The excited tone in it was clear to my ears and turned me on more than I already was.

I pushed further, trying to drive her cock deeper into my throat, but it was tough. I just couldn't seem to force myself far enough let along get my gag reflex to let up on me.

"Here, I can see you're trying but that's just not good enough," Rebecca almost purred with her excitement. Her grip on the back of my head tightened and she shoved my head down on her strap-on, thrusting upward with her hips at the same time. I fought down a strong urge to gag as the pink cock pushed into my throat.

"That's it, Victoria. Swallow my cock." Rebecca went into a frenzy, thrusting the strap-on repeatedly into my mouth while keeping my head from getting away with her grip. It took all my effort to not gag with each thrust, especially the ones that didn't' go into my throat but just banged against it without penetrating. 

Rebecca looked up at the clock then back down at my coughing and gagging face, "Only 15 minutes of training left to go, pet. But I think you're getting the hang of it. Just relax your throat a little and try not to think of gagging." She emphasized the last sentence with a few extra strong thrusts timed with the words relax, throat, not, think and gagging. My eyes watered up with effort and I coughed and gagged on her strap-on.

Her hand twisted in my hair painfully for a moment, "And a good cocksucker maintains eye contact while she works, pet."

I raised my watery eyes to watch hers as she continued to fuck my throat. Her eyes continued to shine with excitement in the dim, flashing light as she thrusted. After about 10 minutes I seemed to get the hang of it and the gagging faded away. Her plastic cock was sliding in and out of my throat smoothly. 

Once she saw I had gotten the knack down she leaned forward in the chair and grabbed the back of my head with both hands. She slowed her thrusts slightly and pulled my head in deeper, burying the strap-on fully in my throat so that my nose was hitting her stomach with each thrust.

She held the last thrust for a couple of minutes as my hands tightened on her thighs as my breath began to run out. A laugh escaped her lips as she ended with a final thrust and then let my head go and pulled the strap-on out of my mouth. I gasped for air, resting my head on her thigh. I noticed that Rebecca's breath was a little labored. She'd been putting some effort into it.

I sank back to a normal kneeling position, my breasts heaving slightly as my breathing evened out. I wasn't quite sure what to make of what just happened. Rebecca had been rough with me, but I had enjoyed it and was turned on.

Rebecca got up out of the chair and adjusted the harness so the strap-on swung down between her legs out of the "erect" position, then swung her skirt back down and smoothed it. She grabbed my leash and walked towards the middle of the living room floor. I started to get up but she reached over to push me back down to my knees. "Nuh uh, girl. You're still being punished, so hands and knees only until I say otherwise."

She started back towards the center of the living room so I crawled after her on my hands and knees. The carpet dug into them slightly, but I could see her blue lace panties just barely from where I crawled so it wasn't all bad. From what I saw of them I think I saw a damp spot... the thought of Rebecca being turned on excited me even further.

Once she had me positioned in the middle of the living room she pushed my head down to the carpet and then pulled my arms behind my back. "Stay here a moment, Victoria. I'll be right back."

Rebecca walked to the back of the room. She paused for a moment to light a stick of incense and then stride back to her bedroom. I heard her rummage around for a minute then she walked back into the room. She came up behind me and lightly ran her hand down my spine. "Time for your next punishment."

I craned my head to look back at her, "Next punishment?" I said incredulously, "But you just punished me!"

Rebecca smiled evilly, "The deepthroat session was for being late, and to prepare you for whatever happens tonight. This," she paused to pull her arms from behind her back. One held a leather arm binder glove, the other a red paddle. "Is for coming as Conner instead as Victoria."

I gulped slightly and at the same time felt a strange arousal. Rebecca's earlier hesitation seemed gone, now she was focused and in the moment. She put down the paddle for a moment to slip the arm binder up both my arms. 

The leather glove slid up past my elbows and then zipped shut. My hands were clasped together inside the leather, it was closed at that end. On the top above my elbows it laced shut to secure it better. I noticed Rebecca had gone through the trouble to find a shade of pink leather that matched my collar and leash. Victoria, or me rather, liked pink leather gear for these sorts of things and Rebecca loved that.

"Bad girls that pretend their boys deserve to be spanked," Rebecca said in a soft voice in my right ear. I could feel her running the paddle along my back as she picked up the leash with her other hand. "Since this is slowing down our girls night out I'm going to have to give you more swats than usual. I think 50 firm swats should remind you."

50? I hoped they weren't hard. Sure, I wasn't afraid but 50 just might hurt and leave me sore for a few days. The pain might even force some tears out of my eyes too. Hopefully she wasn't planning on hitting me hard.

"One!", Rebecca called out gleefully as the paddle connected with my raised ass. I let a squeal escape in surprise. That had stung. She was swinging hard.

"Two!" I choked back the squeal this time.

Rebecca continued to swing, using her full strength each time and counting each one out loudly. After 10 strikes I couldn't hold the squeals back anymore. I made sure to keep them feminine, otherwise she'd probably punish me with more.

At 25 strikes it was more like a small shriek/sob with each hit. Tears were certainly in my eyes by that point and if anything she was swinging harder than earlier.

My ass felt like it was one fire and I was softly sobbing by the time she hit 50. She had held nothing back and I could hear her panting from exertion. She rested one hand on my ass lightly, it stung fiercely. The other hand pulled back the leash to arch my back. "Did we learn our less, pet?" she panted.

"Yes, mistress," I said around the sobs.

"Good girl," she said impishly and smacked my sore ass with her hand. "Just one more thing and we'll get ready to go out."

She hauled me to my feet and pushed me into her room, arms still bound. Her black silk sheets were pulled back and she shoved me down onto the soft material. "Since we're going out, you get to be fucked in the ass by my cock. That was the deal, right, Victoria?"

"Yes, mistress," I replied warily. She had used to swear this was never going to happen, but something was different tonight. I could only wonder what happened to put her in this mood. Maybe something in the cards? My ass was red and sore, but I couldn't resist my arousal. "P... please do me, mistress."




Connie



Connie is twelve years younger than me and has an athletic body with a great ass, firm erect breasts and long legs that seem to go on forever. We have worked together for about ten years and I have seen her through two divorces. There have been many fantasies over these years but one summer, the best of these came true.

I had been promoted to the head of a department and managed to get Connie transferred to work for me. After about six months, I arranged a trip to California to visit a plant we owned in the L.A. area. The company had a corporate apartment in Seal Beach just outside of Los Angeles and Connie and I moved in for a two week stay. The apartment had a common living and kitchen area and the two bedrooms were on either side of this common area.

The first evening in the apartment, I was the perfect gentleman. After dinner, we watched a little TV and then I retired to my bedroom for the night. Connie did the same. The next afternoon, after we left the office, I suggested we stop by a small bar for a couple of drinks. During the conversation that followed, Connie began to tell me of her unhappy marriages and how she missed good sex. Jokingly, I told her that I could take care of that. She smiled and said, "We'll see about that."

After dinner that night, Connie excused herself and went to shower for the night. I had stopped on the way home that afternoon and bought some wine which I brought out along with two glasses. I lit some candles, turned the stereo on with some soft, slow music, dimmed the lights and waited for her to return. A few minutes later, I could see her silhouette in the doorway leading to her bedroom. She was wearing a sheer negligee and her drop-dead figure was highlighted by the bedroom lamp. Smiling sexily, she moved to the couch beside me and ask if I would massage her back. 

"Sure," I said. Just let me get some lotion from my bathroom.

I began by kneading her shoulders and back, moving down to her long legs. Using a mixture of hard and soft strokes, I could feel her body loosening up. I slowly turned her over and unbuttoned her gown, exposing her firm breasts with erect nipples surrounded by dark red areola. Connie looked up at me dreamily, her eyes half-closed, her crimson lips parted. I bent forward, kissing her softly at first, then more vigorously. I felt her tongue enter my mouth and felt her body press upward against mine. As we parted from the kiss, I moved slowly downward, kissing her neck, ears, shoulders and around each of her breasts, occasionally letting my tongue circle her erect nipples. I took one of those rosebuds in my mouth and began to nibble on the nipple, very gently and letting my tongue swirl around the growing erectness. My free hand released the belt to my trousers and I pushed them to the floor. I moved away from this beautiful creature just long enough to remove my shirt, and returned to kissing her gorgeous body, working my way down her creamy stomach, tracing around her silk panties and along her long, silky thighs. I could smell her pussy juices and couldn't resist letting my tongue flick her steaming cunt through the panties she was still wearing. I knew she was ready, but I wanted to torture her a little longer. My own growing cock was straining against her bare leg and she could feel the full 8" length, hard as a baseball bat. Short gutteral sounds were coming from her mouth, followed by short breaths. I slowly moved back up her body, kissing each exposed part of her body, her breasts and then returned to kiss her waiting lips, plunging my tongue deep into the back of her mouth.

Connie's hand reached down and took my dick. A small gasp came from her lips as she felt the thickness and length of my shaft. She rubbed it against the silky material covering her wet pussy, contacting the swollen lips surrounding her clit. Wiggling her ass enough the let her spread her legs, she placed my swollen cock against her clit, separated only by her panties. I reached down and gently massaged her clit through her panties, feeling it become erect. I continued to deep kiss her while massaging her. Connie raised her hips and quickly removed the panties. My raging cock found the exposed clit and Connie began to move her hips to keep the enlarged head of my dick against her clit.

"Not yet," I whispered. "I still have a lot of thing to show you."

Moving down her body, I kissed her breasts, stomach and easing down on the couch, let my tongue find her swollen clit. It was fully erect now and as I teased it with my tongue and lips, Connie began to moan loudly. 

"God, that feels good. Please don't stop."

With a slight movement of my body, I moved a free hand under her firm ass and inserted a finger into her wet pussy, moving it along her vagina until I found that spot just behind the pelvic bone. Applying a little pressure, I located her "G" Spot and began to massage with the finger while my tongue was lashing her clit in earnest. Connie had found my dick and was pumping the long shaft with all her energy. I knew she was close to an orgasm, so I slowed my actions. This caused her to begin to press against me, desperately seeking the feeling that was now being withdrawn. 

"Not yet beautiful," I said. Continuing to finger her pussy, I let my thumb move across her clit while my finger pressed and massaged her G Spot. She couldn't hold back and began a shuddering orgasm. It lasted for a few seconds and then she pulled me up toward her face, trying desperately to get my hard, thick cock into her waiting pussy.

"Please, fuck me hard," she pleaded. "I want that monster in my pussy now!."

"All in due time beautiful," I responded. Gently I kissed her lips, letting one hand return to her breasts and the other to her now swollen, red clit. With just a few stokes, Connie began to quiver and began another orgasm. Slowly shifting my hips, I moved my manhood and positioned it just inside her waiting pussy lips. I removed my hand from her clit long enough to gently stroke this with the head of my dick. At the same time, my tongue was now moving around her breasts, licking her hard nipples and with my teeth gently pulling on them. Connie was now pressing hard against me, trying to get my swollen shaft into her dripping cunt. 

Slowly, I entered her. First moving in an inch or so, then withdrawing, letting the enlarged head brush softly across her clit. It was all I could do to keep from savagely thrusting into that luscious pussy, but I felt I had to please her more than relieve myself. This time, I let it penetrate about 4 inches, continuing to kiss her erect nipples, and moving my hips to apply pressure to her pelvis. As I did this, the head of my dick would contact the upper wall of her vagina and drag across her G-Spot. I felt Connie's hands grab my ass and pull me toward her. I let my full 8 inches go deep into her pussy, feeling resistance as it reached the mouth of her uterus. 

My pelvis was now contacting her clit as I began to slowly move in and out with long, smooth strokes. Each stroke would take me up across her clit, past her g-spot and back to the back of her vagina. I began to pick up speed, and with each thrust, Connie would thrust back as if to ask for more and more. With a loud moan, Connie began to orgasm, floods of pussy fluids gushing from her cunt and spilling out around my dick. By now, I was pounding into her with all my weight, the strokes long and hard. The orgasm continued without ceasing, each shuddering contraction coming on the heels of the last.

I slowed long enough to withdraw my cock from her pussy and turn her on her stomach. Lifting her waist, I entered her from behind and began the long strokes again. This position let me make full contact with her G Spot, while my balls were lashing against her clit. I moved a hand under her waist and let my finger, wet and slippery from her pussy juices, find the clit. While pounding into her hot, wet pussy with my full hard dick, my finger was circling her clit, flicking, rubbing vigorously and pressing hard against the lips of her pulsating pussy. The orgasm began again in earnest. Harder and harder I thrust into her, feeling my own orgasm building. The head of my dick was now a good two and a half inches in diameter, and the length of my shaft had grown to over 8 1/2 ." My other free hand found the taut, erect nipples and I began to pull them while massaging her soft breasts. With a loud scream, we both reached a fulfilling climax, my thick come gushing from her pussy, mingled with the creamy juices from her own climax.

I glanced at the clock and saw that we had been making love for over two hours. Naked, we sat up, kissed deeply as her soft hair fell gently across my chest. I reached for the bottle of Dom Perignon and poured us a glass of champagne. The candles now burned low, the music in the background softly played, and the afterglow of love lingered. I knew that the next two weeks would be heavenly.



Connie



My name is Connie. Bob was the man that took my cherry when I was 17 and in High School. That happened in the back seat of his Father's car out by the lake. I had been out with a few boys before Bob but none of them got too far with me. 

My first real puppy love, though, was Terry. I let him play with my sweet young breasts and he was the first boy to touch my vagina. I didn't know what was happening to me when my body began to tingle all over. I know now that I was about to have my first orgasm with Terry. But I made him stop when my body started responding in this new way. Terry stole a car not long after that and he ended up going away to boy's school. That was the end of our relationship. I then started dating Bob.

Soon after high school we were married. A few years into our marriage Bob started bringing these men's magazines into our home. You know the ones, Playboy, Penthouse, Gallery and some others. At first I was upset about these magazines. I felt like he liked looking at other women over me. But Bob assured me that I was the only woman for him. Sure he looked at the girls in these magazines but none of them held a candle to me, he would say. He knew just what to say to smooth me over.

Anyway Bob said he got them for the stories. He couldn't believe all the things that guys got their wives to do. I told him they are not true stories, just some perverts writing them. In any case Bob would read the stories for hours on end.

One day I was home alone and picked up one of his magazines to read what had him so engrossed all of the time. The first one I read was about some guy that liked for his wife to go out and screw other guys. Then come home and have sex with him with the other mans sperm still inside her. I was thinking how sick this was and how could any guy enjoy something like this? 

I went on to the next story. It was along the same lines, wife getting fucked and her husband going nuts about it. The way some of the stories were worded was starting to get to me. I don't know why but I slipped off my shorts and started rubbing my pussy right through my little red bikini panties. 

I've never masturbated a lot in my 25 years but this story was getting to me big time. I got the crotch of my little panties super wet. Without even thinking about it I slipped my hand under the waistband of my panties, my fingers ran down over my clean shaven mound to my wet slit. I ran my middle finger up and down my pussy slit a few times making it very wet. I then started rubbing my hard clitoris with my index and middle fingers. I put the magazine down, closed my eyes and made up my own story in my head. 

I imagined I was having sex with my brother in his bedroom. It was hot and sweaty and after we both came he left the room leaving me flat on my back in the middle of his rumpled bed with his cum running out of me. Then Bob came into the room and climbed between my legs. He slipped his rock-hard cock in my cummy pussy and moaned how good it felt with his brother's cum inside me.

As I played this out in my head I had this great orgasm. Well, I was hooked now. I would read some of the stories over and over again. I didn't let Bob know that his sweet little wife was reading his books and getting herself off sometimes three times a day. I was now happy when I would see him bring a new magazine home with him.

One night we were laying in bed reading. I was reading my People magazine and Bob one of his men's magazines. I looked down and saw he was sporting a big hard-on in his boxers. I wrapped my fingers around his hard cock and asked him if the story he was reading was that good?

"Yes." He moaned.

"What's it about?" I asked.

He said, "It's about some guy's wife taking turns fucking her husband and then his friend in the same bed."

As I stroked his cock I said, "Oh, so that stuff really turns you on does it?"

Bob moaned, "Mmmm, yes."

Stroking his cock faster and keeping the game going I then said, "Would you like to watch me screw one of your friends?" 

Closing his eyes and laying his head back on the pillow Bob moaned, "Mmmm, oh yes, that would be so sexy." 

On the one hand I was half-angry and on the other half turned-on to hear my husband say that. I then asked, "So you would like to feel another man's sperm inside my pussy, would you?"

Bob moaned out, "oh god yes!" His hard cock jerked in my hand and sperm came flying out. A big wad of cum landed on his belly and I milked more out, running over my fingers as I kept jacking him off.

Once I had him milked dry I asked him in an angry tone, "So who would you like to see fuck me? He knew that from the tone of my voice I wasn't happy.

Bob said, "Oh honey, I would never let some guy fuck you. And I wouldn't like to see that. It's just a fantasy thing. You know a guy thing."

I looked at him and said, "A guy thing? What's that? I don't have a fantasy of seeing you fuck other girls." 

He tried to hug me but I pushed him away and told him to go clean up his fantasy cum and leave me alone. I let him go to sleep that night thinking I was mad at him. I for sure didn't let him know that I was just as turned-on about the idea as he was. 

The next morning I woke up dreaming about sex with strange men. My hips were moving up to meet my dream lover as I moaned out that I was cumming. As my orgasm flashed through my body I opened my eyes to see that Bob had the crotch of my little black lace panties pulled to the side and was sucking on my hard clit. I held his head in my hands, rolled my hips up to his mouth and groaned, "oh god yessss I'm cummiiiiing!" 

Finally my orgasm came to an end as Bob kept licking my pussy from top to bottom. When he stopped licking, he said, "What were you dreaming about baby?"

I lied and said nothing, that it was what he'd done and that it just felt so good.

Bob laughed and said, "Bullshit. Is that why you moaned out, 'oh god fuck me Sam' before you woke up? Sam who? What Sam were you dreaming about?"

Well it was time for the truth so I said in a very low voice, "Your brother. I was dreaming that your brother was screwing me. Don't ask me why, it just came to me in my sleep."

Bob smiled and said, "See, you're just like me. Is it so bad to have a fantasy?" he asked as he was moving up over the top of me.

I said, "Well, maybe not, as long as it's just a fantasy. I would never really want have sex with your brother."

"I would hope not! But you can always pretend like you're having sex with Sam if you want. Just close your eyes and think that Sam is sliding his hard cock in you right now." Bob lined his cock up to the entrance of my very wet pussy and pushed just the head inside me. I moaned, "Mmmmmm yes."

Bob then said, "Why don't you tell Sam what you would like him to do to you?" 

I closed my eyes and played right into his hand. I moaned, "Oh god Sam, fuck me, please fuck me."

Bob pushed is hard cock deep inside me and said, "Does Sam's cock feel good deep inside your pussy?"

"Oh god yes!" I moaned out as I pushed up to meet his thrusts.

Bob started pump his hard cock in my wet pussy fast and hard. He then whispered in my ear, "Would you like Sam to cum inside you?"

Pumping up to him I moaned, "Yes, YES! Cum with me, cum in me. Yes! YES! Give me your cum."

Bob was now pumping in and out of me at full speed. He was fucking me like he had years ago. I was going out of my mind under him as I tried to keep in time with him. All this time my orgasm was building deep inside me. 

Then Bob pushed deep into me and moaned out, "Oh God! I'm going to cum in my brother's wife!" 

That did it for me as I pushed up to Bob's jerking cock. His sperm was squirting deep into me as I moaned very loud, "Oh yes Sam! Fill me with your hot cum!" My orgasm took over my body as I milked Bob's cock with my twitching pussy, imagining that it was his brother Sam cumming deep inside of me.

Well, that was the real start of our role playing. From that morning on we would read sexy stories together then play them out in the bedroom. Bob even went so far as to get some sex toys to add to our fun. One of our favorites is this rubber-vibrating dildo. It's over a foot long and a little bigger around than a D battery. It is dark brown and looks just like a real black man's penis. Not that I've seen any in real life. Bob used that thing on me and we acted like I was getting fucked by a black man then Bob would have his turn with me. Our sex lives just kept getting better and better.

It was right around this time that we started thinking about having children. With me being 25 it was about time to start a family. So the birth control pills went in the trash. Each time we made love I was hoping that this would be the time his little sperms would make their way to my eggs. And you know what they say. If at first you don't succeed keep on trying until you do succeed. We tried a lot and a lot more.

But after a year or so of no luck in the baby department I started thinking that something wrong with me. After a few trips to the Doctor and a ton of test she told me that I was fine. She said to have Bob come in and have some tests done. I told Bob this and he got mad and said bullshit, he was fine, and that we'd just keep trying. 

It was also around this time that our sex lives became a little wilder. 

We were having a ‘cook out pool party' in our backyard one afternoon. Being the hostess I usually don't have time to play in the pool so I didn't dress in my bikini. I just slipped on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. After getting dressed, as I was coming out of the bedroom Bob stopped me.

"Why don't we tease the guys at the party a little today?" he said.

"Tease them like how!" I asked.

"I don't know, maybe you could wear a mini skirt with no panties and flash our male guests from time to time." 

I looked at him and said, "Yeah, keep dreaming big boy. That's not going to happen."

Bob started playing with my left breast and said, "Well then, how about you go braless today? It would really turn me on to see the guys checking out your great set of tits. You have nice tits, what would it hurt teasing them a little?"

I said, "Are you kidding me? It would turn you on to see guys checking out my boobs?"

"Hell yes it would," Bob replied. "Will you do it for me baby?"

I smiled at him and said, "Okay love, if it'll make you happy."

I went back in the bedroom and removed my shirt and bra. With the bra gone I put the white tee shirt back on. The A/C in the house was really low and the cool air had my nipples sticking out a good inch. My breasts stand up real nice with out a bra with just a little sag. They just bounce all around like water balloons when I walk. Plus I had to be careful when I bent over. My V neck tee shirt would give anybody looking a good view of my breasts down the front of my shirt. 

I went in the kitchen and started getting things together for our guests due anytime now. 

Bob came in and said, "Now that's what I'm talking about." He came over to me and started playing with my breasts right through my shirt. He had been out cleaning the grill.

I pushed him away and said, "Stop it, you're all dirty." 

As he was walking back outside he said, "The guys are going to love your hard nipples. They'll be wishing they could have a go with them."

I just hoped the wives and girls didn't think I was acting too sluttish by letting my boobs bounce all over in front of their husbands and boyfriends.

Our party was in full swing by early evening. Everybody seemed to be having fun and the beer was flowing like water. Bob and I are not big drinkers so we had to pace ourselves. The guests were drinking the stuff like it was the last day they were going to get any. Me, just three beers and I'm out of it. Bob always says I'm a very cheep date. But then, all he can do is a six pack and he passes out, drunk. 

So after two beers I started drinking the punch. I wasn't sure how many Bob had had. Then I was in the kitchen getting more buns out when one of Bob's friends named Mark came in. "Shit Connie, is it cold in here or are you just happy to see me?"

I looked at him and said, "What are you talking about?" Thinking he was drunk and just not making sense.

Mark laughed and pointed at my chest and said, "Your nipples are really sticking out. Not that that's a bad thing. I like it. I was just asking if you're horny or cold, that's all?"

I turned a real dark shade of red as I turn way from him and said, "Mark you're crazy." 

Mark moved up behind me and said, "Don't be mad at me. I was just hoping that I turned you on and that what was making your nipples so hard."

I knew I shouldn't be talking to Mark about the state of my nipples so I just said, "Mark I think you've had a little too much to drink. Maybe you should go back out by the pool."

He put his hands on my shoulders and turned me around facing him, "Would you mind if I give one of your nipples a kiss first?"

I was just about to go running for Bob, when he came in the door and said, "Where's those buns?" I took the opportunity to follow Bob back outside with the buns in my hand, leaving Mark in the kitchen alone.

As we walked back out I thanked him, "You just saved me from being raped in the kitchen."

"How's that?" he asked.

"I'll tell ya later," I told him.

So after the party was over and things were all cleaned up I headed for bed. I had just taken my shirt off when Bob walked in the bedroom. He walked up behind me and cupped my breasts in his hands. 

As he was rolling my hard nipples around he said, "Your tits were a big hit today." 

"A big hit in what way?" I asked.

He said he was in the pool floating around and floated over by a group of guys standing next to the pool. They were talking about how nice your tits looked. They were hoping that you would get pushed in the pool so they could get a good look at your hard nipples. He said this gave him an instant hard-on hearing them talk like that. 

When I told him what had happened in the kitchen and Bob went nuts. He picked me up and dropped me on the bed. "Why didn't you let Mark kiss your nipples?"

I hit him on the arm and said, "Yeah, right! If I did that he'd tell all your friends and the guys would be lined up. I'm sure you'd like all your friends kissing your wife's nipples."

Bob had my shorts and panties off in record time. And just as fast he was on top of me and between my legs. As he was slipping his hard cock inside me he asked, "Do you think you would have liked for Mark sucking on your nipples?"

As Bob shoved into me I just moaned, "Mmmmm, maybe."

"Next time, will you let him kiss them?"

As I hooked my legs around Bob's hips and pushed up to him I moaned out, "Mmmmm yes, next time."

That statement made Bob into a wild man. He started pumping into me hard and fast. I don't recall him ever screwing me as hard and as fast as he was right then. And feel good, wow, it felt great!

I had no idea that this little boob show that I put on that day would make us both so horny. We didn't have sex that night; we just fucked. In fact, we fucked almost all night. Bob just kept going forever that night. I'm not sure how many orgasms I ended up having.

The next morning after a long slow wake up screw Bob told me he had a plan for our next party. It didn't have to be a party it could be any get together. He wanted me to dress a little sexier and do a little teasing. He would have a few drinks and act like he was really drunk and falling asleep in a chair near me. I could lead some guy on as he watched though slits in his eyes. If the guy started getting too out of control Bob could wake up and look around like he didn't know what was happening, putting a stop to anything going on.

I said, "You're asking me to act like a slut with one of your friends?"

"It could be anybody," Bob replied. "It doesn't have to be one of my friends. It could be just some guy that you find attractive, it doesn't matter who. After all you're not going to be doing anything but teasing him."

"And just how far would I go with this person?" I asked.

"Just as far as you want. If he starts thinking that he's going to get into your panties, I'll wake up and save you. Then I'll be the one getting in your panties later. You know how good that'll be."

I told Bob that he was nuts and that it was a bad thing to do to some poor guy.

He laughed and said, "Fuck him, he'll have to take care of himself later. And guys like being teased. Then after we're done with him we can go take care of each other. What ya think?"

I smiled and said, "I think I'll need a few drinks to do this, but what the hell, sounds like it could be fun."

Bob hugged me and said, "Maybe we could try something next weekend." 

I gave him a hug and kiss back and said, "I'm sure you'll think of something."

Well the next Saturday Bob came in from doing his yard work and asked if I would like to go for dinner later on and then stop by Mo-Joes for a drink?

Mo-Joes is a dive bar that a lot of his friends hang out at on the weekends. "Why that shit hole?" I asked.

Bob came up to me and took me in his arms. Squeezing my ass with both his hands he said, "I was thinking we could try teasing someone tonight, if you're up to it? And that would be a good place to find someone we know."

"You want me to tease someone we know, out in public like that?"

"Oh no," Bob said. "We'll get whoever it is to come back to the house with us. That way we'll have control over what happens. And other people won't get the wrong idea about you."

I felt a little better after hearing that, but I still wasn't 100% sure about what we were getting into. This was going to be a first for me playing a slut housewife with some other man. But the idea of doing it had my nipples hard and I was soaking wet.

A few hours later after a shower I asked Bob what he would like me to wear?

Bob just smiled and said, "You pick out your outfit, just make it a skirt or dress, okay?"

I said, "Okay, but it's not going to be too dressy, seeing how we are going to Mo-Joes."

Bob laughed, "You're right, you might get your clothes dirty just sitting on the barstools in that place."

As I was fixing my hair Bob dressed in some nice jeans and a dress shirt. After he was dressed he left the bedroom leaving me alone to get dressed.

First I slipped on a little pair of powder blue French-cut bikini panties. They are very sheer and see-through both front and back. Next I put on my Victoria's Secret matching push-up bra. It is also very sheer and see-through. You could see my dark nipples right through the lace front. Next I rolled on a pair of lace topped suntan colored thigh-high stockings. They came up just an inch or so below my crotch making it easy to wear a shorter skirt or dress that I knew Bob would like. I wasn't sure what skirt or dress I should wear.

As I was looking through my closet I came across my little blue and light blue plaid Catholic Schoolgirl skirt. It comes down about mid-thigh with pleats that flare out making it look shorter than it is. I'm thinking this will do, Bob loves me in this skirt. I stepped in the skirt and pulled it up my legs. I zipped up the back then checked myself out in the mirror. Oh my goodness this skirt looks really short, oh well.

I then picked out this white long-sleeved front button shirt. I buttoned up the middle of the shirt, and then tied the bottom of it in a knot right below my breast. This left my tanned midriff fully exposed for everyone to see. And the fact that my push up bra was pushing my breasts up and out I was showing a lot of cleavage. 

I slipped on a pair of sexy 4-inch heel ankle strap sandals. I was happy with what I seen in the mirror as I checked myself out one more time. I did my make-up and went to meet Bob in the living room.




Connie



When I walked into the living room Bob's mouth fell open as he glared at me. "Holy fuck! Do you look hot!" was the first thing he said. "Turn around and let me see all of you."

I did a full turn around as Bob walked up to me. Standing right in front of me he ran his hands up the back of my legs. Right on up under my short skirt until he had my panty cover ass cheeks in his hands. As he was squeezing my ass cheeks he said, "Do you have to wear these panties?"

I gave him a kiss and said, "Yes I do, sorry but this girl wears panties when she goes out."

Bob said, "Okay if you have to." He then stepped back and took hold of the hem of my little skirt and pulled it way up, totally exposing my sexy little powder blue panties and lace stocking tops to him. "Mmmm yes, we're going to have some fun tonight."

I pushed my skirt down and said, "Don't wrinkle me up," as I stepped away from him. Picking up my handbag I asked, "So, are we ready to go?"

After dinner, as we walked into Mo-Joes we both about fell over from the stink of old cigarette smoke, booze and body odor. Through the haze in the place we saw the only place to sit were two stools at the bar so we made our way to the bar. I felt like a hooker on display the way all the men in the place were checking me out. 

We ordered a drink and sat talking to each other. Then about ten minutes later one of Bob's friends whose name is Paul, came up to us slapping him on the back. 

Paul said, "Shit man, did you pick up this sexy young thing in here tonight?" Laughing he then said, "Hi Connie how are you? You look nice tonight."

I could see his eyes roaming from my breasts to my legs, never quite looking me in the eyes.

Bob and I both turn around to face Paul as we continued our conversation. Not only were Paul's eyes stuck on my legs and breasts. The guy sitting next to me at the bar was eyeing me from top to bottom. I could feel his eyes undressing me.

Paul talked to us for a half-hour or so before he said he had to get going. We said our good-byes and he left. When he'd left Bob asked, "What did you think about Paul?"

I smiled and said, "Not my type."

About that time the guy sitting next to me asked if he could buy my boyfriend and me a drink. 

Surprised by this I smiled and said, "Sure, thank you and he's my husband."

He introduced himself as Steve. We shook hands and did the cheer's thing with our drinks. ‘Turns out Steve was a salesman from California. He was just in town for the night and was headed back to the west coast once he made a meeting in the morning.

He was pretty good-looking in a rough sort of way, maybe ten years older than Bob. I could see a wedding band on his left hand. I asked if he as married.

"Yep, 15 years with the same old girl," he replied. 

Bob asked him, "Were do you stay, when you're on the road?"

Steve said, "I got into town late and the two motels hear about are sold out. So I have to look for a place down the road."

Bob saw this as a big opening to his plan. I could see the light go on over his head. 

After one more drink I was starting to feel tipsy. Then Bob said, "Hell Steve, you seem like a nice guy. We have an extra bedroom at our house. You're welcome to it if you would like."

The three drinks that I had had made Steve look pretty good. As I saw him eyeing me up he said, "You're sure you wouldn't mind?"

Bob answered for both of us, "Hell no, we don't mind. I'm getting a little sleepy myself and I'm about ready to get out of here. How about you honey?"

I looked at him and knew right where this was going and said, "Yes I'm getting tired myself plus I'm getting a little drunk."

We all laughed and Bob said, "Okay it's a deal lets get out of here." 

Steve asked. "Should I ride with you; will you give me a ride back in the morning?"

Bob said, "Oh sure, no problem."

Once at home we showed Steve the extra bedroom and were the bathroom was. Then Bob said, "We're going to watch a little CNN and have another beer if you would like to join us come on in the living room."

We went into the kitchen for the beers and Bob asked me if I was still okay with the plan. 

I grabbed his cock through his jeans and said, "I am if you are." 

He said, "Then don't forget to wait until it looks like I've fallen asleep before you do anything. He'll think he's going to get lucky."

I laughed and said, "After I have this beer, he may get lucky."

Bob slapped me on the ass and said, "We're just teasing him. I'm the only one that's going to be getting into these sexy little panties," and he rubbed my ass under my skirt.

We made our way into the living room. A few minutes later Steve joined us. Bob had flopped down in his Lazy-Boy. Steve sat next to me on the couch as we watched the news sipping our beers. I had my legs curled up under myself. I could see that Steve had a good view of my lace stocking tops and just a hint of my little blue panties. I felt so sexy showing off for this man and acting like I didn't know that I was. 

After five minutes or so Steve said, "It looks like Bob's out for the night."

I looked at Bob and said to Steve, "Great. Once he passes out it takes a bomb to wake him up."

Steve said, "Do you need help getting him to bed?"

I laughed and said, "No, he can just sleep in the chair tonight." 

Steve had moved up closer to me and asked if he could ask me something personal.

Not sure where this was going I said, "Sure, what?"

"I would like to get my wife a pair of stockings like you're wearing, were did you get them?" 

I looked down at my legs and said, "Hell I'm not sure, K-Mart or Penney's, no place special." 

Steve said, "Oh okay. You know you have on some of the sexiest little panties that I have ever seen. Where did you get them?"

I gave him a funny look and said, "You've been looking at my panties, shame on you looking under a ladies skirt."

Steve smiled and said he was sorry but he couldn't help looking. He then added, "I must say that you have the nicest little ass that I've ever seen."

I smiled back at him and said, "Well thank you. I got my panties from Victoria's Secret. I get all my underwear there. They cost a little more but they seem to last a long time."

"Well they sure are sexy and they look good on you."

I thanked him again.

Then he asked, "If it would be okay, could I see the front of them?" 

I looked at Bob and said, "Steve, I don't think my husband would like me showing you my panties."

Steve was now moved up right next to me and he started rubbing my stocking clad thigh right above my knee as he said, "I won't tell him if you don't."

I looked at Bob and said, "Promise?" 

He got a big smile on his face and said, "Not a word, I'll never tell him anything."

"You better not," I said as I took a hold of the hem of my short skirt and started pulling it up. I was thinking that Bob would stop me before this went too far. 

Bob never moved as I continued raising my little skirt. I got it up to my waist fully exposing my powder blue panties to Steve.

Steve moaned softly, "Mmmmm, god those are some sexy little panties you've got there lady." He was looking closely at my crotch when he said, "Are you shaved, are you totally shaved?"

I took a deep breath and said, "Yes, I'm totally shaved down there, my husband likes me that way." 

"Shit, woman, I can see your cute little pussy slit right through your panties. Can I touch your panties?"

I looked at Bob then Steve and said, "I don't think you better." 

Right then Steve put a hot lip lock on my mouth.

I didn't stop him, for that matter I kissed him back. I dropped my skirt down and put my arms around him as we kissed. Then I felt Steve's hand moving up the inside of my thigh. I still didn't stop him.

Once his hand got up to my stocking top I moaned in his mouth and opened my legs a little, what the hell, Bob would stop this before anything serious happened so I might as well enjoy the moment. Steve's fingers started playing with the bare skin on my thigh between my stocking top and the crotch of my little panties.

Then it happened, I felt Steve's fingers run right up and down my slit through my panties. I moaned against his mouth again and opened my legs even wider to give him more access to do his thing.

Just then Bob let out a yawn and started moving. Steve pulled his hand out from under my skirt and moved down to the end of the couch away from me. I straighten my skirt and looked at Bob. He stretched and yawned again. He looked at Steve and me and said, "Shit I can't keep my eyes open, are you guys ready to hit the hay?" 

I stood up and said, "Yes, that sounds like a good idea."

Steve also got up and said, "Yes I better get to bed, it's getting pretty late. Can you drop me off at eight o'clock?"

Bob was now up on his feet and replied to Steve, "Sure thing buddy, I'll wake ya up around seven."

Bob then went into the kitchen to turn off the lights.

Walking down the hall to the bedrooms Steve said, "Hey Connie, if you can't sleep come to my room after Bob goes to sleep."

I smiled at him the Bob walked up. We said our good nights and went into our bedroom.

Once in our room Bob took me in his arms kissing me. "Shit! Was that hot or what? Did you like it?"

I kissed him back and said it was okay. I now felt Bob's hand moving up under my short skirt and start up my leg. 

Once his fingers made their way up to my crotch Bob moaned, "Fuck Connie, it was just okay? Your panties are soaking wet. I think it was more than okay, I think you loved it." Then he pulled the crotch of my little panties to the side and started running his finger up and down my wet slit.

I moaned quietly in Bob's ear, "Oh god Bob, fuck me... I'm so horny."

That was all I had to say. Bob had me stripped down to just my sexy little panties and stockings in record time. He had me flat on my back in the middle of our mattress and was taking turns sucking and kissing my hard nipples when he said, "Close your eyes and imagine I'm Steve kissing your nipples.

He didn't have to tell me this. I couldn't get Steve out on my mind. I was thinking what he would do to me if I had the nerve to go to his room after Bob fell asleep. 

By now Bob had my little panties off and was licking my wet pussy slit. I held his head in place and moaned out loud, "Oh god Steve!" That feels so good!" My hips were working up and down in time with Bob's licking. When he gave my rock-hard clit a little suck and bite my orgasm went right through the roof. I pulled Bob's face tight to my pussy and moaned out loud, "Yes! Oh god YES! I'm cumming!"

As my orgasm was wound down Bob got over on top of me and lined his hard cock up to my pussy entrance. The dirty talk now started as he asked me if Steve got to feel my pussy.

I moaned, "Yes," as Bob slowly sank his hard cock into me.

He then pushed deep inside me and asked, "Did you like him playing with your pussy?"

I moaned in his ear, "Oh god yes, I loved it."

That was all Bob could take. Hearing me tell him that she loved another man playing with my pussy sent him over the edge. He pushed in hard and deep and moaned, "Aahhhhh! I'm cumming!"

I worked my pussy lips on his cumming cock and milked all his sperm out. Then Bob kissed me and said he was sorry that he'd come so fast. To give him a little while and he'll be ready to go again.

I kissed him back and said, "That's fine honey, I love you so much."

But the beer and good sex had taken its toll. It wasn't more than three minutes before Bob was out like a light for the night. 

I'm bad! I started thinking that maybe I should go down to Steve's room for a second round. But I told myself that I better not screw up my marriage over something as trivial as sex with Steve. I was sure Bob wouldn't understand if he woke up to find me screwing Steve.

So I just settled for a slippery middle finger in my cum slick pussy and started masturbating as Steve played through my head. In no time at all I was cumming hard again and after a while I passed out next to Bob a very happy woman.

The next morning Bob woke me up after he returned from dropping off Steve. I was disappointed that I hadn't gotten to say good bye.

Bob said, "I have his address and he said if we are ever in LA he has a place for us to stay."

I was still dressed in just my thigh high stockings as Bob got in bed and asked me to tell him again how it had felt having another man play with my pussy.

I told him again how hot and horny Steve had made me last night.

Bob was disappointed when I told him that Steve never really fingered me. He said the way my hips were moving when Steve had his hand between my legs he was thinking he had his fingers inside me and I was about to cum.

I laughed and said, "Oh I was about to cum alright, but it wasn't from finger fucking, he was just rubbing my pussy through my panties."

We ended up screwing like teenagers again and for the rest of the week too for that matter. I was always horny and couldn't seem to get Steve out of my mind. Each time we had sex I would superimpose Steve's face over Bob's and screw him like I was putting on a show to show him how good I was in bed. Bob was really eating up this change in our sex life. He once said that he had made me into a wild woman. I think that was a good thing coming from him.

Two weeks later Bob asked if I would like to do some teasing again that Friday night.

This time I was all up for it and said, "Sure, I was hoping you'd want to do it again."

Bob said, "Fuck yes, but let's go to a nice place for drinks this time. That Mo-Joes is really a dump."

I smiled and said, "That's a great idea. How about we go to the Zone? It's a big dance club that has a dress code, no jeans, tee shirts and stuff like that. Everybody has to look nice to get in."

Bob said that that sounded good to him. That some of the guys from work went there and had told him that the place had people with some class. So we had a date for Friday night.

Friday night Bob showered and dressed in some black dress pants and a nice blue dress shirt. He told me that he was going to run to the liquor store for some beer while I got showered and dressed.

I did the shower thing and then fixed my hair. I wasn't sure what to wear tonight. I knew it had to be something sexy to keep Bob happy. I picked this cute little black dress out, its mid-thigh so not super short. The bottom half is glossy black satin. And the top half is this black velvet bodice with a row of rhinestones right under my breasts. It is fitted just right to show off all my curves but is not super tight.

Having my dress picked out I now had to pick my underwear. I was thinking Bob loves me in black underwear so why not go all black tonight. I put on one of my front close Victoria's Secret push up black lace bras. This bra really made my boobs stand up and out. Next on was the black lace matching garter belt. I don't really like wearing garter belts but they drive Bob nuts. So I put it on for him.

Next I rolled a pair of off black stockings up my legs. These are some real sexy one's that have the black seam right up the back of the leg. A guy thing, guys like them. I hooked my stockings to the garter belt and went looking for my matching little lace panties. I started thinking oh hell I'll go with out panties but couldn't bring myself to do it.

I stepped into my little panties and pulled them up my legs. The small v-shaped back was sheer see-through and the small front was v-shaped see-through lace. Then next I slipped on a sexy little black half-slip. Having all my underwear in place I got up and stepped into my sexy little dress. I pulled it up in place and zipped up the back. Looking at myself in the mirror I knew I was going to be lucky if I got out of the house before Bob tried to fuck me. With my make-up done just right I went to the living room and waited on Bob to return.

When Bob walked in and saw me he about fell over. The first thing he did was drop to his knees and grab the hem of my dress and pull it up to check out what I was wearing under it. His one hand went right to my crotch feeling my pussy through my panties and the other went to feeling up my sheer panty covered ass.

He moaned, "Oh god, I gotta have some of this before we go." 

I laughed and said, "Hold on, you'll get some later on."

Reluctantly, he dropped my dress back down and got up. He then said, "God Connie, some poor guy is going to go crazy trying to get into you tonight."

I gave him a kiss and said, "He can try all he likes but you're the one that's going to get it."

We had a nice dinner then took off for the Zone. We got there and there was a line to get in. We got in line and were told it could take up to an hour to get in the door. After a long time we started talking about going to some other place.

Just then some guy that Bob works with came out of the bar and walked right passed us. Bob yelled, "Hey Jack!" 

Jack stopped and turn around then came back to talk to us in line. He said, "Hey what's up Bob, what're you doing here? Does your wife know you have some hot little thing out on a date tonight?"

We all laughed and Bob introduced me to Jack.

Jack then told us that he and Bob's Brother, Sam, had a table inside with two extra seats. He knew the doorman, and maybe he could get him to let us slip in the side door. He was going to his car to get his phone and he would be right back.

About five minutes later the doorman let us in the side-door along with Jack. We made our way over to where Sam was waiting and took a seat at his table. The place had a DJ that was playing some great dance tunes.

Both guys asked Bob if it was okay to dance with me. Bob laughed and said I had a mind of my own, and if I wanted to dance with them it was okay with him.

I ended up taking turns dancing with all three of them. They kept buying drinks and I was starting to feel a real buzz.

Jack got a call from his girlfriend. After the call he told us it was nice but that he had to go. He told Sam that he would talk to him in the morning and left.

We sat at the table talking and soon the conversation turned to football of all things. Sam and Bob were talking about last week's game. Who did this and who did that. It was just boring to me.

Then Bob said, "I have the game on tape if you would like to see it."

Sam said, "No-way! Maybe I'll come over tomorrow and watch it."

Sam and Bob had both been doing shots. I told Bob once to take it easy on the booze that he was driving.

He said he was fine and did another shot. 

At this point I said to myself fuck it, if he's going to get drunk I might as well order another beer. 

The guys kept going on about this football game until Bob said, "I'll bet you 50 bucks that's what happened. We can go to my house and watch it right now."

Sam killed his drink and said, "Okay, fine let's go."

We all got up and walked out to the parking lot together. Bob said, "Why don't you just follow us to the house."

Sam said, "Okay, will-do," as we got in our cars and started home.

I asked Bob, "Why are you fighting with him over this stupid game?"

Bob smiled and said, "I didn't know any other way to get him to the house tonight."

The beer I had, had me thinking a little slow, and then it hit me. "Oh I see! Your brother, is our victim tonight!"

"Duh, yes! Why would I have him over at this time of night?" Bob replied.

I moved over next to Bob and gave him a kiss and said, "You know Sam was feeling my ass when we were slow dancing don't you?"

Bob said, "Did you like it?"

As I sat there I opened my legs wide and let Bob rub my clit through my panties and said, "Yeah, it was okay, he got a hard-on."

"A hard-on?" Bob asked. "How you know that?"

"Because he was rubbing it against my leg as we danced, I could feel it through his pants."




Connie



As we drove, Bob pulled the crotch of my little panties to the side and sank his finger deep in my soaking wet pussy. He moaned, "Mmm, feels like Sam got you a little worked up."

"He did," I said as I moved my hips to Bob's slow finger-fucking. It wasn't long at all before Bob had me cumming right in the front seat as we drove down the street.

As we pulled in our driveway I asked if this was the same plan as last time.

Bob said, "Yes, I'll act like I'm sleeping and wake up to save the day before Sam goes too far."

I gave him a kiss before we got out of the car. I was excited.

Once in the house Bob put on this football video and asked if anybody wanted a beer. 

I said, "No thanks, I'm over my limit now." And I was, I could feel things spinning around when I closed my eyes. I knew Bob was well over his limit too as he got Sam and himself a beer. I gave him one of those looks that only a wife can do.

He looked at me with a "what?" expression as he sat down in his Lazy-Boy. 

Sam and I were sitting on each end of the couch. I curled my legs under myself as I sat there. This made my dress ride up over my stocking top on the side giving Sam what I hoped was a good view of my stockings.

Sam looked over at me and said, "You don't like football very much do you?"

"No I don't," I replied, "but Bob loves it. My problem is I don't understand what's going on."

Sam then said, "Well, it doesn't look like Bob likes it much either."

I looked over at Bob and he looked like he was passed out with his beer still in his hand. I laughed and said, "Well he didn't last long tonight."

Sam moved over a little closer to me and said, "It looks like you'll not be getting any tonight."

I smiled and said, "I think your right, when he passes out he's dead to the world."

Still moving a little closer Sam said, "That's a shame; you look so hot and sexy. And then your man passes out on you." 

By now Sam was right next to me as I said, "Thank you."

Then Sam put his hand on my knee and bent over by my neck and sniffed, "Mmmmm, what kind of perfume do you have on? It smells sexy."

I thanked him again and told him it was something from Avon.

It was right then when it started. Sam quietly said, "God you're so sexy and beautiful, would it be okay if I gave you a kiss?"

I looked over at Bob in his chair and said, "I shouldn't, I don't think Bob would care for me kissing his brother."

I'd just gotten the words out of my mouth when Sam locked one right on my lips! I didn't put up a fight and I kissed him back. We were into our hot kiss for a while when felt Sam's hand moving up under my skirt, between my legs. I moaned against his mouth and opened my legs just a little to give him a little more freedom to work.

He broke the kiss and asked me if I would like to go into the bedroom.

I hit him on the arm kidding and said, "No, I can't do that. You're my brother."

"How about we take a ride over to my house? Bob will never know and I'll bring you back before morning."

Again I told him no, that I wasn't going anyplace.

Sam said, "Fine I like it here on the couch anyway," and went back to kissing me. 

By now one hand was playing with my left breast and the other made it up under my dress to my bare leg above my stockings. As his hand was rubbing my leg just inches from my crotch he came across the strap of my garter belt that was holding my stockings up.

He broke the kiss again and asked me if I was wearing a garter belt.

All the beer I had consumed and his fingers had me feeling pretty sexy by this point as I moaned, "Yes it is. Do you like it?"

Sam gave the strap a little snap and said, "God yes I like. There's nothing sexier than a girl wearing a garter belt and stockings."

Just then Sam moved his finger right up to the wet crotch of my little panties. 

I moaned, "Mmmmm," in his mouth as we started kissing again. 

He was running his fingers up and down my wet pussy slit right through my little lace panties. His other hand was still on my breast and was now rolling my hard nipple around right through my dress and bra. 

Then Sam said that he needed to get me out of my sexy dress.

Before I knew what was happening he had the zipper down on the back of my dress. Sam then pushed it off my shoulders fully exposing my bra. As he grabbed my breasts and started feeling them up he moan, "Mmmmmm, I like your bra, very sexy."

I looked over at Bob thinking he would be putting a stop to this very shortly. I wasn't planning on Sam undressing me right there on the couch, but he had let go of my breasts and was now pulling on the hem of my dress. "Raise your butt up a second baby," he said as he tugged on my dress.

Don't ask me why but I raised myself up and let Sam remove my dress and slip. He then moved me around so I was more or less laid out on the couch flat on my back with him next to me. Again I looked over at Bob for help. He had a smile on his face with his eyes closed.

Sam leaned over me and started kissing me again as his hand slid down my belly. Once his hand made its way down to my garter belt and panties it slipped right inside the waistband. His hot fingers made their way down over my mound and came in contact with my hard clitoris. I moaned and rocked my hips up to his fingers.

Sam moaned also, as he sank one or two finger inside my wet pussy. He then said, "Mmmm god Connie, your pussy is shaved all clean, I love a bare pussy."

He was running his fingers deep inside of me and then pulling them out, rubbing my juices all over my clit. I looked over at Bob again and knew what he was doing. He was waiting to see if Sam was going to make me cum. And I knew that I couldn't take much more of Sam's expert fingering. He was going to have me cumming in a very short time.

All at once I felt a blast of cold air on my breasts. Sam had unhooked my little bra and my breasts sprang free for him to view. I tried to cover my breasts but Sam quickly moved my arms out of the way and sucked one of my hard nipples right into his mouth. He then started taking turns sucking and kissing one nipple then the other.

I moaned out, "Oh god!" and looked over at Bob again. I knew that my husband was about to see me cum from another man's lips and fingers. Things had really gotten out of hand by now as I held Sam's head to my breast and was working my pussy up and down in time with his finger fucking.

Sam broke his nipple kiss and said, "Go ahead Connie, go ahead and cum for me." As his fingers sank deep inside me his thumb was working my clit.

I was now bucking my hips up off the couch as I moaned out, "Oh yes! YES! Don't stop! Oh god that feels so good!" I took one more, fast look at Bob as I yelled, "Oh god YES!! I'm cumming!!" I pushed my hips up in the air as I started cumming on Sam's fingers. Sam kept playing with my clit as I kept cumming and cumming.

I looked at Bob with a tear running out of my eye. I think I had just made his dream come true. He got to see another man make me cum. I was still surprised that he hadn't acted like he was waking up by now. Then I felt Sam kissing my belly.

He looked up from between my legs and asked if I enjoyed the orgasm I just had? I moaned, "Oh god yes it was great, thank you."

"No problem, I enjoyed it too," he replied before he went back to kissing my belly.

I then felt his finger hook around the waistband of my little black lace panties. Slowly he started pulling them down. Again just like the dress I raised my hips up off the couch to help him remove my panties. My little panties went down both legs. He guided one foot out of my panties and left them hanging around my ankle of the other foot. I about went through the roof when I felt Sam's hot tongue run up the full length of my wet pussy slit.

I moaned, "Oh god!" as I looked over at Bob. I couldn't believe he was letting Sam go this far with me. And with all the drinks I had had I sure wasn't going to be the one to put a stop to these wonderful feelings going through my body.

Sam was now finger fucking me as he licked my pussy lips and sucking on my clit. I was going out of my mind as I held his head tight to my wet pussy. I was pumping up to him and knew that he was going to have me cumming again very soon. 

It didn't take very long at all before I yelled, "Oh fuck yes! Yes! YES! I'm cumming again!" Sam sucked very hard on my clit as this orgasm went through my body. I don't think I had ever cum as hard as I was right then.

Finally, as my orgasm wound down, Sam kissed my wet pussy lips and asked me how I'd liked it.

I looked at Bob then back at Sam and said, "Oh my god; that was so great."

Sam kissed my pussy one more time and said, "Well then, you're going to love this," as he pushed my legs back and up in the air. 

My calves were now on his shoulders and back and my knees pressing into my breasts. I looked down to see that Sam was nude from the waist down. His cock was hard as a rock sticking out from his body. I knew right where he was planning on putting it. 

I looked over at Bob again and then back at Sam and said, "No! No we can't do that, your Bob's brother, please!"

Sam smiled and said, "Sure we can," as he held his hard cock in his hand a few inches from the wet entrance of my pussy.

I tried to get away from him but couldn't with my legs being up over my head the way they were. I said more urgently now, "No Sam we can't do this, I'm married to your brother."

Sam said, "Oh come on Connie, I'm so fuckin' horny now, I have to fuck you."

I pleaded, "No, please no, maybe I can do something to get you off but please don't fuck me." I looked at Bob one more time for help. He was still just sitting there with that big smile on his face and his eyes closed. He didn't seem to care that his wife was about to have another man's hard cock shoved in to her unprotected pussy.

"Come on Connie, nobody will know. Bob's passed out, please let me fuck you I need it so bad?"

I looked and him and said, "Please don't Sam; I've never cheated on Bob before."

Sam then said, "Okay, how about I just rub my cock up and down your pussy and not stick it in? Can I do that until I come, is that okay?"

I shook my head yes and said, "Okay if you have to, that's fine if you do that, but nothing more."

I just about came when Sam laid the bottom of his hard cock right down on my wet pussy lips. I was so wet his cock could slide up and down my slit very easily. 

Very slowly Sam began rocking his hips; sliding his cock up and down my pussy lips. With each upward stroke the bottom of his cock was rubbing my clit. Oh God did it feel SO good! His cock sank in between my pussy lips as they went about half way around his cock during his sliding action. The head of his cock moved up deep in my pussy lips and would pop out right below my clit. Then it would continue on up rubbing my clit in a way that was unreal.

Sam moaned, "Oh god your pussy is really hot and wet. I think I'll make you cum again."

The way his hot hard cock was rubbing on my clit I knew he was going to have me cumming again very soon. Bob had never rubbed the bottom of his cock on my clit the way Sam was now doing. God did it feel good.

I soon felt yet another orgasms starting deep inside my body. I moaned, "Oh yes!" as I started rocking and pumping in time with Sam's hot cock. Sam also picked up speed by this time.

As my orgasm was coming to a head I was rocking my hips and pussy faster and faster on Sam's cock. Then it happen, I felt myself cumming for a third time with Sam. I pulled my hips down and rolled them up to get his hard cock to rub my clit really hard, as I was cumming. 

But then something I hadn't planned on happened then. As I pushed up I felt Sam's hot cock sink deep inside me. As I pulled away to get it out he pushed in deeper. Then my orgasm hit me and I was helpless to stop him. I let out a loud, "Oh my god!!" as I pushed up to his hard cock and it sank deep inside me again as I started cumming on it. 

Sam was enjoying this slip up also as he groaned, "Mmmmmm yes, got your tight little snatch," and he pushed as deep in me as his cock would go.

Right then my husband was totally forgotten about. All I knew was that I was cumming with another man's hard cock buried deep inside of me. Sam was now holding my legs straight up in the air as he was driving his cock in me hard and fast, right in front of my husband. I was getting fucked like a bride on her wedding night.

In a very short time Sam pushed deep inside and his body shuddered, Oh fuck yes!" And he was filling me with his hot sperm. I did my best to milk every last drop of his cum out with my pussy lips. What else could I do?

After a few more jerks Sam had emptied all his hot seed deep inside me, then panting and out of breath Sam fell down on top of me. We looked over at Bob and saw he was still just sitting there; not acting like a thing was going on. Sam had let my legs fall back down as we locked in a hot hard kiss.

Sam broke the kiss and said, "Mother fuck! Connie that was some of the best pussy I've ever had."

I'm thinking that that was a compliment. "Thank you Sam. You were very good yourself." I panted.

Sam got up from between my legs and stood next to the couch. His cock made that wet suction sound as it popped out of me. I felt his warm cum leak out of me and run down between my legs onto the couch. Sam was just standing there looking down at me flat on my back dressed in only my black lace garter belt and stockings. 

This was the first time that I got a good look at him naked. His penis looked to be about the same size around as Bob's but it was so much longer, maybe three inches longer than Bob's, making it maybe 10 or 11 inches long when it was hard. Now I knew why it felt so good when he was screwing me. I've never had a man that deep in me before.

All at once Sam picked me up off the couch in his arms and said, "Fuck you one sexy broad, are you ready for round two?" He carried me down the hallway towards the master bedroom.

"Wait! What are you doing!?" I asked as we entered my bedroom.

"Fuck that couch," Sam said. "I've got to have you in your bed now." He then dropped me right in the middle of my bed. I tried to squirm free and out of the bed but Sam held me in down saying, "Where you going young lady?"

I said, "No Sam not here, not in our bed, that's just not right, plus your brother can't see us in here."

Sam laughed and said, "You're right he can't see us in here. That was fuckin' weird, fucking you with him right there in the chair. I kept thinking he was going to wake up and knock me in the back of the head. In here we're alone and it's more personal. And I love the fact that I'm going to fuck my brother's wife right in his own bed, right under his nose."

Wow, what a turn on that was, as he grabbed me with both hands and had me turned around on my hands and knees in the middle of the bed.

Just as I started to protest what was happening I felt his hard cock slipping back inside me from behind. Sam was holding onto my hips as he pushed more and more of his red-hot cock inside me.

I knew it was really wrong for us to be together like this, as I moaned, "No, no, please take it out." But Sam didn't stop; he just kept pushing into me until all of his meat was deep inside me.

Once he was fully in me he took both my breasts into his hands and started playing with my nipples. Then he started slow short in and out humps as he asked me, "You don't like my cock in your tight little pussy is that it?"

Why had I had so much to drink? My mind just wasn't working right as I moaned, "We shouldn't be doing this."

Sam's fingers were playing with one of my hard nipples as his other hand went right between my legs to my hard clit. It was all slick and wet from both our orgasms. He was rolling my wet clit around ever so softly as he picked up speed humping his cock into me. It wasn't long until Sam was pumping in and out of me with long hard strokes. His cock would come all the way out of me then sink back in me as deep as it would go.

I knew it wasn't going to be long before I would have another orgasm with Sam. I started pushing back to his cock and Sam moaned, "Hmmm, looks like the little wife is starting to like it. Would you like me to stop now Connie?"

Sam was right; I liked it, way too much! Bob was now totally out of my mind as I pushed back on Sam's hard cock and moaned, "Mmmmmm, god that feels SO good Sam. Don't stop, please."

Sam was now fucking me at full speed. My sloppy pussy was making wet suction sounds as Sam cock seemed to go even deeper into me. I was now Sam's whore, he could have me any way he wanted. I moaned, "Yes Sam, Oh god yes!" His hard cock felt like it was poking a hole through my uterus as I now begged him not to stop.

Faster and faster Sam was pumping into me. I looked down between my swinging breasts and could see Sam's fingers playing with my clit and his balls banging into me.

My orgasm came hard and fast as I push back on his cock and screamed, "Yes!! I'm cumming!! Oh god fuck me!! YESSSS!!"

My orgasm must have set Sam's off to because he grabbed hold of the back of my little lace garter belt and pulled me tight onto his hard cock and moaned, "Aahhhhhh! Here it comes baby!" And he started shooting his hot sperm deep into me again.

When I felt his cock start jerking deep inside me I knew I was getting filled with more of his hot seed. I did my best to hold his hard cock with my slippery pussy lips as still another orgasm rushed through my body and he gave a few more short hard pushes as he unloaded inside me.

As my orgasm was coming to an end I fell down right on my belly. Sam's cock popped out of me and it felt like a river of cum was running out of my pink pussy lips. Before I knew what was going on Sam had grabbed my legs and flipped me over onto my back.

Looking down at me her said, "You sure do like cock don't you?"

Looking back up at him I shook my head "yes" as I was thinking, what in the hell is Bob doing out there? Why is he letting this man have his way with me? Then looking down at Sam's cock I couldn't believe that it was still hard! Unlike Bob who once he cums I have to wait a while before he's up and hard again, Sam was still hard and ready to go again.

He moved between my wide spread legs again and lined his hard cock back up to my now super sloppy pussy slit. Again I moaned helplessly, "No Sam, no please no more."

But Sam just smiled and said, "How about one more, hard fuck for the road?" And he slowly started pushing his big hard cock back inside my wide open wet pussy. 

It only took maybe 5 or 6 pumps before I had my legs locked around Sam backside, fucking him right back as eagerly as if we'd been lovers all along. 

Sam was picking up speed, I don't know what happened but I more or less just passed out as he screwed me. I don't know if I fell asleep or just passed out from all the beer and sex. All I do know is that I was totally out of it after that moment, our third time screwing each other.

The next thing I knew I woke up in my bed thinking, 'God was that a wild dream or what?' The sunshine was shining through my window as I turned over to give Bob a good morning hug and kiss. As I was about to hug him I got the shock of my life when I saw Sam lying next to me nude. I looked down to see that I was only dressed in my garter belt and stockings. My pussy was really sore and I knew right then that I wasn't waking up from a dream.

I slipped out of bed trying not to wake Sam. I grabbed my robe and went down the hall looking for Bob. When I walked into the living room I saw Bob still sitting in his Lazy-Boy right were he was last night. A beer bottle was spilled on the floor next to his hand that was hanging down on his side. Just then the light went off in my head. Shit he'd passed out! Was he passed out when Sam was screwing me? Oh my God! That's why he never stopped Sam. Oh shit I was waiting for him to stop Sam and I didn't know I was on my own. Shit I let Sam fuck me and didn't do a thing to stop him! Now I was really angry. I was angry at Bob for talking me into this. Angry at Sam for screwing me, and just plain angry at myself for enjoying all that Sam had done to me.




Connie



"Come on in Connie," Sue said, "Mom I'm home!" Sue runs into the kitchen looking for her mother and brushes a lamp with her hip. As its falling Connie dashes forward and catches it just before it hits the ground. Connie's athletic reflexes and aggressiveness have always served her well. So well in fact she received a full scholarship for basketball at the local college. She might have gotten one for a big name basketball school but at 5' 3', she wasn't exactly tall and her 38D tits tended to get in the way on occasion. 

Connie puts the lamp on the table and enters the kitchen a few seconds behind Sue. Sue and her mother are hugging as she enters and Connie can't help but notice where Sue gets her body from. Both women stand about 6' tall with identical full round hips. Lush ripe breasts and raven hair. Connie loves tits. The only thing she likes better than tits is older women and at 51, Mary is 30 years older than Connie. Watching the two women hug, Connie is imaging what their pale skin would look like next to her olive complexion. Connie imagines making Mary eat her pussy, licking every inch of her cunt and drinking her juices. Maybe if Mary does it right and is a good girl, she "might" even eat her pussy. Connie muses to herself as she starts to plot how to get Mary in her bed.

"Mom, this Connie. Connie mom, I mean Mary Stone."

"Pleased to meet you Connie, make yourself at home. The spare rooms in the basement, I just put fresh sheets on the bed, so you're all set."

"Wow, thanks so much Mrs. Stone, if you didn't let me stay here during spring break, I would have had to stay on campus the whole time."

"Think nothing of it Connie; we've got plenty of room. Please call me Mary; I haven't gone by Mrs. Stone in years."

"That's right Connie, Moms a certified hippie chick. Only first names and we have to share our weed with her. All through high school, my friends called her Mary Stoner!'

"They did not you little liar. And what do you mean share Sue? When was the last time you bought?"

"I stopped buying right around the time I discovered where you hid your stash, in the Cookie Monster cookie jar on top of the cabinets. Kind of stupid hiding something from a kid in a cookie jar but I had no complaints," Sue disengages from the hug and tries to dodge her mother's mock wrath but is unable to avoid a glancing blow on her ass.

"You little bitch, get out of her before I take you over my knee," Mary says with a big grin on her face. "Let me know if you need anything Connie. And don't let that little brat corrupt you with lies about me."

"I will Mrs. Ston, I mean Mary. Thanks again." 

Connie and Sue leave the kitchen and head into the basement to check out where Connie is going to stay. Connie is imaging having Mary's head between her legs and is only half paying attention to Sue tell her about her room. She had always thought that Sue would be the perfect woman if only she were 20 or 30 years older. So needless to say, Connie was in heaven when she saw Mary. What she wouldn't give to be with her just once. 

"And what's cool Connie, is you have your own bathroom so you only have to come up stairs for showers or baths."

The two women sit on the bed smoking pot, giggling and girl talking.

"Sue, does your mom really smoke? I mean that must be so cool!"

"Yep, but it's not like all the time, pretty much just weekends and such. Both my parents are pretty liberal and ever since dad left, mom is even more so," The wheels start to turn inside Connie's head.

"How's she doing on the dating circuit since your father left? I mean she's still a hot woman. I bet she gets any guy she wants."

"Not much on that front I'm afraid. My mom and dad were going out since they were like 5. She was crushed when he left. I think she has become asexual."

"That's such a shame, maybe your mothers' a lesbo!"

Sue has a coughing fit and hits Connie on the arm, "Are you kidding me? Mom and dad use to go at it all the time, they couldn't keep their hands off each other." Sue looks at Connie with a glassy gleam in her eye," Why are you always asking if someone's a lesbian Connie? I mean you do it all the time. Are you a lesbian?" 

Connie blushes, "Yeah right Sue, nothing like a nice pair of tits to turn me on."

"You mean like these!" Sue pulls up her shirt and bra exposing her breasts to Connie for the briefest of moments and then yanks them back down, Giggling.

"SUE, what are you doing?" Connie laughs and blushes more.

"Just testing you Connie."

"Did I pass?"

Sue smiles, "I showed you mine, let's see yours," Connie stares at Sue for a moment and after the briefest of hesitations, Connie very seductively exposes her breast to Sue, "Not bad for a munchkin Connie but how do you play basketball with those things bouncing around?"

Not getting the reaction she was hoping for, Connie quickly covers her self up, "I don't know sometimes Sue, if I were taller like you it wouldn't be so bad but at my height they just seem in the way all the time."

"Girls, diners ready come on up!"

Connie and Sue come upstairs to eat. After they are done eating Mary starts to wash the dishes while Sue takes a shower to prepare for a date with her boyfriend, "So Connie, how do you like college?" Connie is so busy watching Mary's ass wiggle as she washes the dishes; she almost didn't hear the question.

"Oh, Uhm, its fine I guess Mrs. I mean Mary. But I'll be glad when I'm done. Hey let me help you with those dishes," Connie comes over to the sink, Mary's ass drawing her like a magnet.

"Well thanks Hun, I can't remember the last time I had help with them."

Connie joins Mary at the sink. The two women continue to talk. As they do, several times Connie's hands brush Mary's and goose bumps pop up on Connie's arms as she becomes very flushed. Mary's right breast is right at Connie's eye level as she takes little peaks at it. At one point Mary drops the dish towel on the floor as she is drying the dishes. Mary bends over to pick it up and her round expanding ass is virtually in Connie's face. "Oh," Connie whispers as she takes in the lovely site before her.

"Did you say something Connie?" Mary says as she picks up the towel.

"Oh nothing Mary was just clearing my throat."

"See you later mom. I'm late for my date! I'll be back later," Sue cries as she bolts out the door.

"Well I guess it's just us two tonight Connie. Why don't you see what's in the cookie jar while I change. Help yourself."

"Ok Mary will do."

Mary goes upstairs and Connie goes into the kitchen to find the cookie jar. She does and opens it up reaching in and removing the baggie inside. Connie watches TV in the living room, rolls a joint and starts to smoke as she hears the shower start to run upstairs. She is so relaxed that she jumps with a start as she feels a tap on her shoulder, "Holy Shit! You scared the crap out of me Mary."

"That's what you get for Bogarting the joint Connie. I figured I better take a few tokes now before my shower. If you're anything like my daughter it'll all be gone before I'm done," She laughs as she reaches across Connie's heaving chest to take the joint. Connie's nipple gets rock hard as it brushes Mary's arm as Connie turns to face her on the couch. She is stunned by the sight of Mary wrapped in a towel that just barely covers her nipples and not quit her ass. But it is the sight of those long slender legs disappearing under the towel that sets Connie's pussy on fire. She just sits there watching as Mary throws her head back and takes a big draw on the joint, seemingly filling her breasts to the point that the towel can no longer contain them. Two more long pulls on the joint like this and Mary hands the joint back to Connie with a smile and she starts heading up the stairs, each sway of her hips threatening to dislodge the towel from around her and seemingly calling Connie to follow.

Connie is stunned and all she can think to do is take a few more drags on the joint as she continues to hear the shower run. Wondering what to do, she soon realizes that the bathroom door must be open as she sees steam start to roll down the stairs. Cautiously, Connie ascends the stairs and heads towards the source of the fog. As she enters the bathroom she sees the statuesque frame of a goddess silhouetted in the shower shrouded in steam. Connie is the fly being lured to Mary's Venus fly trap, unable to say no to her eventual fate. All this time Connie thought she was the predator but now as she removes her clothes she knows that she is the prey caught in another's web.

Connie enters the shower behind Mary and gently cups two full breasts in her hands. Mary leans back into Connie's breasts and says, "What took you so long honey? I was starting to get worried I might have to start by myself."

"I honestly don't know Mary, you turn me on so much, and I get shy around you. That's not me at all," Connie is now massaging Mary's breasts, letting them pour into her hands at each down stroke. Connie's small hands can barely contain them as she rubs them over and over.

"Nothing to be shy about Connie, we both know what we want, I'm use to taking it, you should be too," Mary says as she turns around, leans over and inserts her tongue deep into Connie's mouth as she pins her against the shower wall. Mary's right hand works its way between their two bodies and worms its way downward in search of Connie's pussy. As her finger slowly starts to rub Connie's clit, Connie can feel her body melt and her pussy get juicy as it opens up. Mary can't decline this invitation and she slides her finger effortlessly into Connie's cunt, pumping it while rubbing her clit with the palm of her hand. The only thing holding Connie up is Mary's hand and her body pressing her into the shower wall as the heat from the shower and Mary's expert attentions has turned Connie's legs to rubber. Connie feels her orgasm start to build as she finds the strength to start bucking her hips on Mary's finger. Mary very slowly pulls her finger from Connie's primed pussy. She sees the warm cum on her finger and sucks it all off, licking her lips.

"That is so tasty Connie but I think I want you to suck my pussy now. You think you're up to it? Or are you still too shy?" Mary starts to push Connie's head down until Connie is on her knees. In this position Connie is the perfect height to service Mary and Mary wastes no time as she pulls Connie's head to her mound. Connie is so not use to being in this position. She is supposed to be the dominant one. She is supposed to be pulling Mary's head into her pussy. How is this happening? Connie is so out of her element she finds she doesn't know what to do for an instant. But as she gets closer to Mary's pussy, she gets her first sniff of woman and she knows instinctively what to do.

Connie's tongue shoots out without even thinking about it and is surprised by the thick mat of wet pubic hair it encounters. She opens her eyes and she realizes she has never seen this much hair ever. Even matted down by the water it is a very thick bush of thick black hair. The hair tickles Connie's cheeks as she presses her face into Mary's large mound, her tongue teasing the lips open as it searches for Mary's clit. She finds the rock hard little island and lovingly begins licking it with the middle fat part of her tongue, sliding her tongue up and swirling around and round the clit with the tip.

"That's it baby, lick my clit for me," Mary pulls Connie's head tighter into her pussy and starts grinding it on to her lips and face. Little shivers are running through her body as her humping, grinding pace increases with each new lick. Mary suddenly stops with a big shiver and stairs hungrily down at Connie, "I want something special from you baby before I cum all over your face. Will you do it for me? If you do, I will teach you things you never dreamed of. Will you do it for me Connie?"

All Connie knows is she wants to please this woman. She will do anything for her to make her cum. Normally; Connie is the aggressive one, the one that needs to be pleased. This is new to her having to please another woman over her own wants. She's not sure if she likes it but she likes it with this woman. No, she loves it with this woman. She will do anything this woman wants, "Oh Mary, I will do anything for you, you know I will. What is it you want Mary?"

Mary smiles at Connie, turns around, bends over and juts her round ass into Connie's face. Connie is in shock as Mary's widening cheeks loom in front of her. She has never even thought about licking or having her ass licked. But now Mary's cheeks have her head pinned against the shower wall, grinding her ass into her face, "Oh Honey, lick my ass for me. I love having my ass licked, it helps me cum soooo hard. Don't you want me to cum for you Connie?"

Connie cautiously sticks her tongue out to lick her ass. Finding it not unpleasant she starts to lick Mary's crack from the base of her pussy all the way up to her ass with the flat of her tongue. Every time Connie reaches her chocolate star fish, Mary would push into her face harder coaxing Connie to start probing it. Connie gets the idea of what Mary wants and starts dabbing at her brown hole with her tongue. Connie's whole face is surrounded by Mary's hips by the time she starts pushing her tongue into Mary's tangy opening, "OOOOHHH Baby push your tongue in for me, rim me baby," Mary is starting to make low husky moans as she rotates her hips in circular motions on Connie's tongue forcing it deeper inside her anal cavity. Connie is getting very turned on at Mary's actions and she grabs Mary's hips with her hands and rams her tongue into her ass as deep as it can go, fattening it and swirling the rim as she pulls it in and out. A nice warm feeling starts to spread through out Mary's body as she feels that special spot inside her ass start to awaken. The very tip of Connie's tongue is just making contact with it, teasing it to expand to reach Connie's tongue. A strong body length tingle starting deep inside Mary's bowels tell her it's time to move to the bedroom. She pulls her ass away from Connie's talented tongue, pulls Connie to her feet and leads her into her bedroom.

Mary sits on the bed with her legs wide open facing Connie. Her large breasts are swaying back and forth like a pendulum, hypnotizing Connie with each new swing. Her breasts are perfectly shaped and about the same size as Connie's but they look much smaller due to Mary's height. Her nipples are very round and wide but barely stick out at all from her breasts and her stomach is sexily round like the women portrayed in all those renaissance pictures and statues. But oh that bush. Connie has never seen a hairy female bush before and the sheer excitement of the newness of it starts her own pussy trembling. Little droplets of water are still trapped in it from the shower, with ever more of them working their way through the labyrinth of hair to drip to the floor. Connie can just barely see the outline of a large swollen mound protruding through the forest of hair with just a hint of some sort of wetness other than water peeking out from between its crack.

"Connie come her please," Mary says as she opens her arms. Connie walks to Mary and stands between her legs. Because of the height difference Connie is eye to eye with Mary sitting on the bed and it is only natural for her to start kissing Mary gently on the lips. Mary's lips are very full and juicy and Connie finds herself loosing herself in the lushness of them pushing back into her equally pouty lips. Both women's kissing intensifies as they rub their moist soft lips onto each others. Mary reaches her arms around Connie's waist and with an irresistible force; Mary pulls Connie into her body so both women's breasts are messaging the others in an erotic dance.

Mary lowers her hands and starts to rub Connie's ass cheeks in slow soft circles. A shiver runs through Connie as her sensitive ass revels in the attention it is receiving from Mary's soothing strokes and with a breathy moan, Connie darts her searching tongue into Mary's parting mouth. Mary receives Connie's tongue with a smile and she begins wrestling with it with her own tongue. Mary lets Connie keep her tongue in her mouth for a little while before she reasserts her dominance over Connie by pushing her much longer and stronger tongue back into Connie's mouth. Mary's tongue is deep in Connie's throat when Mary starts grabbing Connie's voluptuous ass and kneading it with her hands from underneath her full womanly curves. Connie moans her approval into Mary's mouth as more, stronger shivers awaken every nerve in her body. Mary draws her tongue out of Connie's mouth while sucking Connie's tongue back into her mouth with her lips, finally releasing it only to suck Connie's full lips one at a time into her mouth.

Connie's legs start to wobble from the shivers and she would have fallen if Mary wasn't supporting her ass. Mary smiles at the quivering woman in front of her and stands up. As Connie regains strength in her knees, all she can see is two large breasts in her face. With out even thinking her mouth opens and sucks a nipple into her mouth. A hiss escapes Mary's mouth and she cradles Connie's head to her tit, pushing it further into her mouth. Mary's nipples protrude so slightly, it's hard for Connie to get a good grip on the wide node with her lips so she starts to nibble and bite the nipple with her teeth. This is just what Mary wants as it is now her turn for her knees to buckle from the shivers through her body as she feels Connie's rock hard nipples push into her belly.

"That's it Connie, bite them for me, bite them a little harder baby," Connie is grabbing on to the wide nipples with her teeth, pulling the whole breast away from Mary's body until the nipple scrapes its way free from her teeth sending more shivers through Mary's body. She repeats this several times then begins chewing on the nipple with her molars, gently grinding them between her jaws. Mary throws her head back at this and the shivers are now turning into quivers as Connie feasts on her tit. Connie now reaches down to cup Mary's mound but before she can Mary grabs her hand and pulls away from Connie with a big shiver.

"Ohhhaaa, Not yet baby, you'll make me cum if you do that and I don't want to cum just yet, ok sweetie?"

"Ok Mary, what do you want me to do?" Connie says with an eager look in her eye.

"Hm, lets see, I know, why don't we finish what you started in the shower. Now that you know how much I like it, I'm sure you will be even better than before!" Mary says with a hungry gleam in her eye as she quickly jumps on the bed on her hands and knees with her ass spread wide turned up towards the ceiling.

Mary's tits are swaying beneath her as she begins wiggling her voluptuous, wide open ass in the air, "Come and get it Connie."

Connie hesitates a moment, still not convinced she likes licking Mary's ass. It's not that it tastes bad but more that she feels so submissive when she does it. But there is something about being submissive with Mary that turns her own. Almost as much as being the aggressive one normally does. So with a shrug of her head, Connie slowly crawls on the bed up to Mary's gapping, waiting ass. Connie starts feeling herself become a little excited as she gazes at the sight before her. Mary's full, round, womanly but spreads out nicely in front of her. Just below her ass, Connie sees her true goal. The inner pinkness of Mary's mound can't quit be hidden by the mass of thick pubic hair encircling it. Nor can the hair mask the strands of white female cum caught in it trying to escape its net. Connie can smell the warm earthy odor from Mary's ass mingled with the smell of wet pussy beckoning her forward with each wiggle of Mary's hips as her tongue stretches out to caress her pulsating ass.




Connie



"Oh my God!" Mary moans as Connie takes long cat like licks from an inch below to just above her ass. Each time swirling her tongue softly at her brown opening then trailing it down to her pussy opening just licking the edge, then back up to her ass. Mary is slowly rocking her hips and now buries her head into the bed pushing her ass even higher into the air. At that Connie starts darting her tongue into Mary's ass, as it starts to open to receive her tongue. Connie swirls her tongue in a circle just inside, then pulls it out and travels down to Mary's now drooling pussy and laps up the escaping juices before they can reach her throbbing clit. Then Connie circles Mary's opening cunt with her tongue tasting her inner pussy walls.

"Oh baby your driving me crazy with that sweet tongue of yours. You're making me so wet Connie." 

"That's the idea baby," Connie says as her tongue now travels back to Mary's ass. Several pre cum shivers and shudders rack Mary's body as she pushes her stomach down into the bed and humps it back up forcing her ass into Connie's face. Connie times it perfectly and jams her tongue into Mary's ass with the thrust. Mary starts fucking her tongue with her powerful hips as her ass opens more and more with each thrust of Connie's tongue. That special spot in Mary's ass starts to swell to meet Mary's tongue and her ass opens even further to allow Mary's tongue full access to her brown cave.

Connie pulls her mouth away from Mary's hungry ass and quickly replaces it with one, then two probing fingers that slowly start pumping in and out of Mary's but. Mary's ass gobbles up the fingers looking for more as they are making full contact with the hidden erogenous zone buried in her ass. Mary can no longer control her body as it wiggles, moans, gyrates and groans all by itself to the groping fingers plundering her booty.

"EEAAAA," Mary shrieks her orgasm as Connie all at once jams a third finger in and starts to lick her upturned clit at the same time. Mary repeatedly rolls her hips and thrashes up and down on the bed as wave after wave of molten pleasure rocks her body making it difficult for Connie to finger her ass and impossible for her to continue licking her clit. When Mary spreads her legs out like a dead frog on the bed, Connie is able to resume her assault on Mary's ass and clit with devastating results. A new orgasm, or the same one rekindled, rips through Mary's still quivering body sending her ass shooting to the ceiling taking Connie's head and hand with it. Some how Connie manages to remain in contact with Mary as Mary shudders and humps her way through the powerful rip tides that are taking control of her body. At last after want seems an eternity, Mary's ass returns to the bed, splaying her legs out flat as the last of the shivers and trembles leave her body. She lays there like a ship wrecked traveler washed up on a desert isle as Connie lovingly licks her closing ass.

Mary rolls over on her bed totally satisfied having got what she wanted. But Connie hasn't gotten what she wants and she won't be denied. She yanks Mary's long legs apart with her arms looking at the many thick gooey cum strands interlacing Mary's hairy bush. That will start as an appetizer she thinks as her tongue starts to scoop up the helpless girlie juice. Not so helpless she soon discovers as hair after hair is caught in her throat and she soon decides to go for less throat tickling cum.

Connie's tongue worms it's way between Mary's mound and is immediately assaulted by a fresh ooze of hair free cum and the strong smell of Mary's drenched pussy. The two events send Connie into a frenzy and she starts to rub her face frantically into Mary's opening, drooling cunt. She is like a pig wallowing in mud as Connie makes sure that every inch of her face is covered in Mary's cum and for good measure she rubs her tits into Mary's cunt covering them in the thick goo.

"Oh baby, you love my juice don't you? I can smell it all over you baby. Rub your face in my pussy," Mary says as she feels a new orgasm start to build. Connie finishes with her breasts and dives back into Mary's hairy hole tongue first, getting more pussy juice straight from the source. Connie finishes sucking all the juice she can find and moves to Mary's swollen clit. Licking it for all she's worth. As Mary starts to moan a new orgasm, Connie pulls away to let the over heated clit calm down. Mary is panting when Connie inserts two fingers into her pussy. Connie soon discovers two is not nearly enough and fingers three and four soon join numbers one and two. She is pumping Mary's wide open pussy with four fingers when she sees thick white girl cum seeping out her humping pussy coating her thrusting fingers. Connie slows down her pumping and slowly has her thumb join its sisters in Mary's cunt. She begins pumping again and feels her thumb being forced out but as her thumb starts to be lubed up by Mary's natural secretions, Connie feels her whole hand catch for a second and with a long throaty moan from Mary, Connie's hand slides past the ring of resistance that was holding her back and rests completely inside Mary's pussy.

Mary is shivering like she's freezing, "OHOO.THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD CONNIE," Mary cries as her pussy sucks and grabs at Connie's motionless hand, "I can feel it everywhere at once, I feel SO full baby, so full like never before."

Connie smiles as she has reestablished control and slowly starts pumping her fists deep inside Mary. As her pace quickens Connie rotates her hand with each thrust, scrapping her boney knuckles all along Mary's pussy wall, turning Mary's shivers into quivers as her pussy hungrily sucks at Mary's hand. Just when Mary is about to explode, "Not yet baby, not yet" Connie pulls her cum drenched hand completely out Mary's pussy with a loud "THWOP," Mary's whole body quacks as the hand exists and she bucks like a bitch in heat begging for Connie's fists.

"Put it back baby, don't tease, I'm so close."

"What will you do for me Mary if I do?"

"Anything you want Connie," Mary whines as she thrust her pussy at Connie's hand.

Connie smiles, "I'm going to hold you to that Mary," as Connie slowly reinserts her fists into Mary's gapping pussy. Her hand is sucked right in as soon as she reaches the opening and is greeted by a LONG, hungry, primitive moan from Mary's lips. This time Connie pulls her hand almost all the way out then back in with each thrust, spinning her hand each time. Mary is bucking like a bronco when Connie dives on to her clit and rams her fists into Mary's humping pussy.

Mary arches her back to its apex, is dead silent for 3 seconds and releases a glass shattering scream as her orgasm pummels her body with mind wrenching ecstasy. Her pussy sucks Connie's hand deeper inside and baths it with cum that slowly but relentlessly oozes out her pussy down her legs and Connie's arm all the way to her knees. Connie can feel Mary's pussy muscles rippling all along her hand and her opening clenching her wrists with a bone breaking force. Shutter after shutter thunders through Mary's body as her back remains arched and the pussy juice continues to leak out until finally Mary crashes to the bed in a quivering heap. Connie with great difficulty manages to remove her hand from Mary's warm embrace licking the womanly goo off as best she can.

Mary's eyes open to a warm satisfied feeling deep within her womb and wondering where she is. As she rolls over she encounters Connie's smallish body and it comes back to her. What a little minx Sue brought home for her to play with, she muses. Sighing like the Cheshire cat, Mary starts to nuzzle a full breast with her mouth and accepts a plump nipple between her lips. She notices the smell of her own pussy permeating through the room and revels at the work out that produced it. As the fat nipple grows in her mouth Mary reaches down and starts to rub Connie's sleeping mound. A warm content smile comes upon Connie's cum stained lips and a sexy, "PURRRRRRRR," Rumbles out her mouth as Connie feels her nipple expanding in Mary's mouth and her own pussy awakens with its need.

"What a nice way to wake up Mary," Connie says as Mary's head leaves her tit and starts to lick down past her belly to her pussy. Mary removes her finger and replaces it with her mouth, covering almost all of her pussy with it. She sucks all of her into her mouth bringing Connie to her elbows at the thrill. After a bit Mary releases her and starts licking Connie's opening with her tongue. Connie moans with lust as she feels her own tight pussy start to churn cum like butter inside its depths. At this point, Mary's tongue is too big and Connie's pussy is too tight to allow Mary's giant tongue to fully enter, so Mary reluctantly leaves the now percolating pussy to pay attention to Connie's sensitive clit. She massages, sucks, licks and teases it until she senses Connie's pussy is more open. Mary's tongue now easily slides its full length into Connie's cunt almost reaching her back wall with the tip as it scoops out hot pussy juices for her waiting throat. Connie can't contain herself as Mary's tongue makes love to her pussy reaching every corner of it and stroking every inch with its velvet texture.

A massive orgasm is just about to start in Connie's pussy when Mary removes her dripping tongue, grabs Connie under the knees and flips her legs back so that Connie's virgin ass is staring her in the face. It all happens so quickly and Connie was so close to cumming that Mary's tongue is deep within her ass before she even realizes what is happening to her. Her ass tries to involuntarily clamp shut but it is much too late as Mary's massive tongue is fucking her tight ass, plunging deep within her bowels. At first she tries to struggle but a new sensation starts to awaken deep in her ass. Mary's tongue is rubbing up against something in there that is bringing deep husky moans from her very core. As Mary licks her ass she now inserts two fingers back into Connie's pussy pumping them in and out as her tongue continues to lick her ass's erogenous zone. Animal noises she has never made before go with the animal lust that is building in her ass and pussy. Connie's ass becomes greedy for the new thrill and opens wide so Mary can insert her full tongue as deep as it can go in her bowels.

"Oh my God Mary, what are you doing to me? I have never felt like this before."

Mary pulls out her tongue, "Shell I stop. I will if you don't like it," Mary says coyly.

"Don't you dear bitch! Stick that tongue right back in my ass NOW!" Connie cries.

"Yes ma'am, "Mary breathes as she rams her tongue home. Connie feels her orgasm, no orgasms start to build. Because it feels like two separate ones are building, one in her ass and one in her pussy at the same time. The deep, warm, quivering, pussy orgasm and the new wild, animalistic soul wrenching orgasm in her ass, both reach their apex but before they release, Mary reaches up with her hand and starts to frantically rub Connie's clit adding a third, sharp, intense body shaking type of cum to the mix.

For a few seconds more the two earlier building orgasms hold off as if waiting for the third, then all hell breaks lose as all three cums fire off one after another building into one final wash of nirvana. First her pussy orgasm lets lose, squirting warm cum out her hole drenching anything within 2 feet of her pussy and sending Connie's body into a quivering frenzy. Next, the deep, primitive, ass orgasm blasts it way through her body with a powerful indescribable wave of ecstasy that Connie has never felt before. It brings a shivering beast like scream from her throat as her entire body fills with warm satisfying pleasure. But when her clit explodes in a fantastic release of ultimate pleasure it is almost too much for her small body to handle. If Connie wasn't an athlete, her heart surly would have exploded with her clit as an electric jolt of intense pleasure spikes at her clit and radiates out to all areas of her body, sending her body jerking and bucking like some caged wild animal. Connie's legs shoot straight up in the air and almost push Mary off her as her body struggles to cope with her firing nerves. 

The three massive orgasms have rendered Connie a jerking paralyzed mess, unable to speak or communicate and realizing her daughter may be home soon, Mary lifts Connie up off the bed and carries her to her bed in the basement, leaving her spent body still involuntarily shaking on the cool sheets as Mary throws a blanket over her and tucks her in, leaving her to recover. Connie just lies on the bed, quivering nerves of pleasure slowly ebbing over the next half hour, as her leaking pussy continues to stain the sheets. She falls asleep long before the shaking stops.

Mary can't help but to think that "the old hippie chick" still has it as she thinks how she laid Connie's body to waste. She sighs with a smile on her face as she thinks how she has ruined another "sweet young thing" for any other woman. Contently she falls asleep, proudly remembering her latest conquest.

Connie is dreaming of being on a long ocean voyage traveling to some tropical Eden, the strong smell of the sea breeze in the air, when she wakes with a start. Sue wearing only a bath robe is rubbing her bare feet as she looks at Connie's ripe, full body amongst the ruffled sheets. 

"That's nice Sue," Connie says as she stretches and exposes more of her much satisfied body to Sue. Sue licks her lips as she takes in the site of Connie's lush body and she notices a wet stain on the sheets from where Connie's ass was lying.

"Connie can I ask you a question?" Sue says as she turns quickly away blushing at the excitement that is now coursing through her body.

"Sure Sue what is it?"

"Well, I was thinking about what you said earlier about my mom being a lesbian and I was wondering had you ever done anything like that?" You know, kissed a girl."

Connie sees the blush in Sue's face and almost can't help but laugh as she recalls what she was doing just a few hours ago, "Well sure Sue I've kissed a girl a time or two. Why do you ask?"

"Uhm, well, this is hard for me too say. I have never cum with a guy and I find myself wondering more and more what it would be like to uhm, a uhm, Kiss a girl."

"Is that all Sue? Well come over her and I'll show you."

Sue slowly comes over to Connie and very carefully kisses her on the lips. Connie's bare nipples press into Sue's bath robe clad tits and shivers run through both women as their two lips meet. As Sue gets more and more relaxed her lips part at she darts her long tongue into Connie's mouth. At first thinking it's just very bad breath, a shock of excitement courses through Sue's body as she smells and tastes the remnants of pussy juice in Connie's mouth, and realizes what the odor must be. Sue pulls away breathing heavily and obviously turned on says,

"Connie you were with a girl tonight, I can smell her pussy on your mouth. Did you eat her?" Sue asks dumbly.

"What do you think honey? Would you like to try to eat some too?" Knowing full well the answer.

"I think so, I mean when I tasted her on your lips and mouth it was exciting and I like the taste and smell. It was erotic."

Connie now gets a devilish idea, "Well Sue you can try and taste mine and see if you like it but I want to check with your mother first and see if it's ok with her. I owe her that much for letting me stay here."

"Sue pulls away mortified, "No way Connie, I don't want my mother thinking I'm like that, you know queer. She would freak out! She would never go for two women together."

"Sue, you silly girl, who's pussy do you think you were tasting on my mouth?" Connie says as she grabs a stunned Sue and rams her tongue between her lips. Sue's first reaction is one of excitement as she licks and probes the mouth that was just on her mother's pussy and as she gets more and more of the smell and taste of her mother's cunt in her mouth she has a mini orgasm, the first one of any kind. Connie holds and hugs her thrilling to the quivers Sue is transmitting into her body.

"I think I just had one Connie, and orgasm," Sue says in a trembley voice.

"I know honey I felt it go through you. Wasn't it nice?"

"Yes it was but I'm so confused, I couldn't cum with Jeff tonight and he got tired of it and dumped me. Now I smell my mother on you and cum in like 10 seconds," Sue starts sobbing and hitching her voice.

When she calms down a bit, Connie takes her by the hand, "Come on Sue you need to talk to your mom about this," Sue very reluctantly is led up to her mother's bedroom by Connie. They hear Mary's gentle snores as they enter the bedroom and Sue can smell the same smell of ripe pussy but much, much stronger all through the room. Connie seeing her lover still sleeping gently pulls back the sheets exposing Mary's nude body to both women. 

"Right there Sue, that's where the smell on my lips came from," Connie says as she leads Sue to Mary's hairy pussy, "Taste some for yourself Sue, I bet you, you will like at as much as I did."

"No Connie I couldn't, she my mother, that's incest!"

"That's' right baby, it is, but the only type of incest that's really bad is father, daughter or mother, son. You can't get pregnant mother daughter, lasts time I checked and if you can't get pregnant, isn't it just two women having sex then? She wants you to do it too. Look how wide open her pussy got when you came in the room."

Sue looks at her mother's cunt and it is very open and the last of her resistance fades when she sees a little bit of cum escape from within her pussy rolling towards her ass.

"Oh," a shiver runs through Sue's body at the sight of the cum and she crawls between her mother's legs drawn to her mother's pussy like a magnet by the cum and the ever increasing scent of her mother's woman hood. Sue flashes out her tongue and both her and her mother moan as it makes its first tentative contact. Just a tiny bit of cum gets on Sue's lips and she tastes it. Oh this is so much better than getting it second hand from Connie's mouth, so much wetter and tastier and sweeter smelling. Sue loses herself in the moment and takes the final plunge and nuzzles her tongue into her mother's wide open pussy. Mary's pussy automatically starts producing more cum to greet this new invader. Her pussy has always been very generous with it's womanly fluids and this time is know exceptions as she bath's her daughters face with her thick white cum. Sue is lapping at her mother's pussy and it's juices as if it were the fountain of youth and her face is covered in cum from the over flow she is unable to swallow.

Mary's hips are bucking wildly now as her over heated pussy builds to a cum and starts to wake her up. Her eyes open with a smile on her face, what a wonderful way to wake, upon the verge of cumming and Connie's talented tongue in her pussy. But just as she starts to cum, she see's Connie's smiling face looking down at her and her daughter's head bobbing between her legs. Mary screams "SUE" as she grabs Sue's head and pulls it deep into her gapping pussy as her cunt gushes hot gobs of cum down her daughter's throat. Mary shakes and moans and gushes even more cum into her daughter's waiting mouth as a second orgasm and then a third rips through her body, as Mary's mind register that her number one fantasy, of cumming in her daughter's mouth is coming true.

Sue is luxuriating in the taste of the hot, slightly sweet cum from her mother's pussy filling her stomach as she tries to worm her face in deeper to make sure to get every last drop. Finally sated she pulls her head up only to find Connie there ready to lick the sweet nectar off of her face.

"I guess this makes us sisters now Connie, we both came from the same pussy, Sue chuckles. Connie can't help but laugh as she strokes the recovering Mary's head.




Connie



"My god Sue, I always wanted to do that, cum in your face, but I didn't think you liked women and I thought for sure you would think it was wrong. I'm not even too sure about it myself," Mary says after a moment.

"Well mom, I think I've been denying my lesbian tendencies for a long time now and when I met Connie, I was finally able to build my nerve up to maybe try it with her. It never even occurred to me you might be, you know, gay. I had made up my mind to maybe try it with Connie tonight when I got home, but when I kissed her I could smell pussy on her and when she told me it was you I was smelling, well I got so turned on I really didn't think about it. I hope your not mad, mom."

"All I can say Sue is if this was your first time, you sure are a fast learner. Is their anything you maybe want to know?"

"Uhm, I've never really had an orgasm before tonight. Connie said I had a little one with her before from kissing but I'm not sure. What does one feel like?"

"Honey I think instead of telling you, don't you think it would be better if I showed you for yourself? If Connie would give me a hand or a tongue, I'm sure we could show you baby."

Sue blushes hotly, "Ok I guess. What do I do?"

Mary winks at Connie and says, "Sue take off your robe and get on your hands and knees on the bed," Sue eagerly complies. Mary crawls underneath Sue's pussy, "Connie, when Sue lowers herself on to my mouth, you know what to do, just like I taught you tonight. Take good care of my baby Connie."

"I will Mary."

Sue lowers her pussy on top of her mother's face and electric tingles run through her body at the first lick of Mary's tongue on her clit. Sue can feel Connie turn her ass up and stick her tongue into her pussy. Sue's pussy begins to suck on Connie's tongue as if it were a cock and it were trying to milk the cum out of it. Mary is attacking Sue's defenseless clit with savage licks of her tongue and it isn't long before Mary's first full orgasm is rocketing through her body as she splays her legs flat into her mothers face, "Oh, Oh, Oh, I cumming," Before she can calm down, Connie, after licking all the cum she can reach out of Sue's quivering pussy, now probes into Sue's ass with her tongue. Sue's wet orgasm as opened all her orifices up and Connie's tongue slips into her ass with no problem at all. As it enters Sue's head shoots up, she moans and she pushes her ass hungrily into Connie's face as her mother now alternately licks her clit, then her dripping pussy. Sue's erogenous zone in her ass is much closer than normal to the opening and Connie's tongue stimulates it as soon as it enters her ass sending deep guttural waves up and down her body.

Connie stops licking her ass and inserts one finger in Sue's ass and two in her tight sucking pussy, angling down to hit her G-Spot. Sue's head whips around at this and looks into Connie's eyes with a lustful, needful glare as Sue bucks her ass widely into Connie's fingers. Sue continues to stare at Connie like a wild woman as her mother sucks her clit and her orgasm grows. Finally after one last thrust, Sue's body shakes from her head all the way to her ass and down through her legs as deep panting screams rattle her body. Sue turns her hips down ripping Connie's fingers out her holes and a waterfall of cum cascades into Mary's waiting mouth scorching her throat as the sticky nectar is devoured and deposited in her stomach. After the first blast of pussy juice, Sue's pussy now releases a constant, thick oozing stream of cum into her mother's mouth, sticking and coating everything it comes in contact with.

"Sue, you're cum tastes So GOOD. Please baby give me all you've got!" Mary moans as she swallows her daughters cum

"Oh my God, is that what I've been missing?" Sue says as she rolls off her mother's face embarrassed as she sees her mother's cum coated features.

"You got a lot of catching up to do baby and we are just the women to help you with it right Connie," Mary says.

"You know it Mary but one thing first. Open some windows it smells like pussy in here!"

The End.



Connie



I promise you nothing.

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I almost died that day.

Not literally, but figuratively - the sheer shock of the moment sent my pulse racing and started my stomach doing flip-flops. Panic took over and I felt myself begin to tremble. How the hell did they get there? 

It was just a pair of panties. But this particular pair of panties? 

It had been just over a week since the day. The day I slipped away on my own for a few hours of me time. The day I'd let my inner slut loose for a bit, released the clasp on the leash and exorcised the sexuality that I kept pent up within. It felt so wonderful that day to be someone else for a brief period, to forget how old I was, how responsible and respectable I'd been for so very long. It had been so liberating to plan it and then to actually go through with something for a change instead of always fantasizing but never acting. 

Given the opportunity to go back I'm not certain whether I would do it again or not. It was so wonderful and I felt things I haven't in so long that it would be hard to imagine not having it as a part of what now defines who I am. I did things I haven't done in a long time and I also did things that I never have. I enjoyed every moment of it.

Every moment that is, until I made my way out of the hotel where I'd just spent the last nine hours. Much of that time had been spent nearly or completely naked. I was feeling giddy with the exhilaration of what I'd done as well as a little bit used and a little bit sore. I'd forgotten that some of those muscles existed. 

As I stepped out into the cool evening air I suddenly felt very very exposed in my short skirt with nothing beneath. The coolness drifting up between my thighs was unnerving and I couldn't wait to reach the secure confines of my car. 

That morning I'd acted on impulse at the last moment and slid the gossamer black lace thong down my legs and off, then tossed it in the trunk along with my big clunky purse before heading across the parking lot and into the hotel for my rendezvous. Being naked beneath the short little pleated skirt had felt wonderful then. Leaving, I felt an overwhelming sense of awkwardness. 

Spotting my car I made a beeline for it, hitting the remote lock release that I retrieved from the small purse I carried. No flash of headlights to indicate that it had undone the lock. Dammit, the battery must be going on the keyfob again, I would have to unlock the door manually resulting in the inevitable alarm beep beep beep until I could get the key into the ignition to overide the system. I inserted the key in the lock, turned it and grabbed the door handle. But there was no sound and the handle did not release the door. 

Suddenly I realized that a man was sitting in the driver's seat staring at me in a rather perplexed manner. The awkward feeling brought on by my pantyless condition was multiplied tenfold. A fast visual scan of the vehicle told me that not only was it not my car, it wasn't even the same make. It was red like mine but the similarities stopped there. 

Backing away quickly I mouthed a ¨Sorry¨ in his direction. Scanning the general area I saw no other red vehicle. I must have parked on the other side of the hotel that morning and in my excitement not made the proper mental note with regard to location. It wouldn't be the first time I'd forgotten where I'd parked. 

Fifteen minutes later I'd searched both lots several times to no avail. Now I was really beginning to panic. It seemed that my car had been stolen. 

Instinctively I reached in my purse for my cellphone only to remember that I'd left it in the big clunky bag I'd put in the trunk. 

The pay phone in the lobby wasn't going to work for me either, as I had no money in the small purse, only lipstick, some other makeup, and a half dozen condoms. A lot of good they would do me now.

As for calling, my first reaction was to call my husband like I always would. But he was two and a half hours away and besides which he could never ever know about where I was and what I had been up to. I remembered that pay phones will generally allow a 911 call without feeding the box with coins so I tried that. 

While I waited for the police to arrive, the panic festered. I now needed to go to the bathroom, both my bladder and bowels begging for release and my stomach churning like a washing machine. I felt myself beginning to shake uncontrollably. How could I ever have been so stupid as to think this would have come off without a hitch. Here I was standing outside a hotel far from home waiting for the police to arrive and I was dressed like a common whore.

When the cruiser arrived I felt a sense of relief as a female officer stepped out. But the relief was short lived. Among other things she wanted to know for her report was whether I was a guest at the hotel and how long the car had been left in the lot. Add to that my appearance and it doesn't take a brain surgeon to figure out what I'd been up to.

As she went to radio in the information I excused myself and went to the restroom. Never has it felt so good to evacuate my bladder and the same for my bowels. I took pride in the fact that I was able to keep it together enough so as not to puke my guts out. A little normalcy was beginning to return to my demeanor but I would have at that point sold my soul for a pair of nice clean panties.

The officer asked if I would like to call my husband to come retrieve me and didn't appear the least bit surprised when I said no. A friend perhaps? I decided very quickly that the only person I could possibly rely on in this situation would be Margo. Punching in her number on the cellphone the officer offered me, I regretted having to unveil my indiscretion to her but I knew she'd had her share of dalliances over the years, so she was not one to judge.

Having lined up Margo and finished with the reports, I watched as the patrol car exited the parking lot. I then headed for the hotel lobby. It was getting cooler and now I really was sorry regarding the morning's impulse to shed the thong. For an hour and forty five minutes I further regretted that I'd ever considered the entire foolhardy adventure.

Margo arrived and took one look at my wardrobe before shaking her head and chuckling. There was no lecture or questioning from her and I asked if she would take me somewhere and buy me a change of clothes. We headed for a Walmart as it had gotten late enough that it was about all that would still be open.

The only moment that was a little uncomfortable was at the checkout line. Margo watched as the cashier rang up some sweatpants and athletic shoes. As the simple cotton panties got rung up though, Margo looked me straight in the eyes. She knew. She knew something about what had happened that day, something that required me to obtain a fresh pair of cheap panties. We connected at that moment on a level that I never connected with anyone before be it male or female. I knew at that instant I had a wing(wo)man. 

I'm amazed we didn't get stopped by the State Police on the way back home. I don't think Margo had it under eighty the whole way back. Still, it was nearly midnight by the time I stumbled in the door of my house. 

My husband was still up and greeted me with a questioning look but not one of anger. He had every right to be upset that I was so late and that I'd not called. If he only knew what I really been up to he would have had even more reason to be upset. Believe me, he's not a pretty sight when he's angry. It had turned into a long and emotionally draining day. I wasn't in the mood for a confrontation but was prepared for one.

I explained about the car having been stolen and having to fill out a bunch of forms. He gave me a supportive sort of hug and let me slip away to bed. As I lay down that night I swear I felt even worse not having had a confrontation. I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep and finally went back downstairs to try to deal with the situation. He was snoring away on the sofa, Jimmy Kimmel prattling away about some inane thing or another on the television. I located the remote and clicked it off before heading back upstairs but not before pouring myself a generous glass of merlot. After downing much of it, this time I fell asleep in a few minutes. But my dreams that night were unnerving to say the least.

The next day he was up long before I managed to get my weary body into the shower, dressed, and ready to head out. After dropping me at a car rental shop, he disappeared, leaving me feeling suddenly vulnerable as I filled out the various forms. It was almost too much when I had to use his credit card to obtain the vehicle but it was better than calling him to return and handle the paperwork for me.

Despite the fact that it was not yet the weekend, I decided to try something different that evening. We don't do ¨date night¨ but we often get naked together on Sunday morning and have a nice functional little fuck. He gets off and I almost do. My plan was to surprise him by moving the carnal activities forward about 36 hours.

Good plan, but then there had been the phone call from the police. My car had been located and we could go pick it up. He was surprisingly nonplussed with regard to it having been found so far away. There was no interrogation as to how the hell it got there, no discussion other than whether to grab dinner before we headed out or along the way. 

Most of the journey was spent in silence. I just couldn't figure out where to go with a conversation. Guilt was really getting the best of me and what I had done was all that I could think about. I got the feeling that he wanted to hear me say something, provide an explanation for my car turning up an hour and a half from our home but nothing was said. I think it would have been so much easier if he had, but I imagine I would have probably lied anyway and that would have only made things worse.

He had taken the call from the police. All he told me was the community where the car had been located. Before we left the house he programmed the street and number into the GPS and ¨JoJo¨, as we refer to her as, guided us there. I was stunned when her final instructions led us into the parking lot of the hotel and began to tremble as a landslide of recollection tumbled over me.

Gratefully it was not the same officer as the previous evening and there was little to say. This one led us to the car as well as my second shock of the night. My car was sitting right where I had left it. 

It appeared to be unscathed. I checked the trunk and sure enough, my purse was gone. A quick scan also revealed no sign of the skimpy thong panties. I was concerned that my husband might glimpse them which would then beg an explanation. 

I had to fill out another report with regard to the missing items. I included the purse and contents but left off the panties for obvious reasons although they and the bra had been ordered from LaPerla and set me back almost two hundred dollars. After spending about an hour dusting the vehicle for fingerprints the police then let us leave.

The gas tank was nearly empty which required a stop at a service station to fill up, again using my husband's card. I trailed him on the way back, wondering who had been sitting in this seat. It needed a considerable amount readjustment before I fit behind the wheel again and was more than a little creepy. The missing panties only added to the image. 

Saturday was a busy one for us. After returning the rental we headed separate ways for most of the day. Sunday morning he was up early and embroiled in a house repair project. So much for sex that weekend. Normally it wouldn't be that important, but that I was craving his body and physicality something awful. I wanted the closeness, I wanted things to be good between us. By the evening I resorted to masturbation but it was a futile effort. I wasn't able to cum and it just left me more frustrated and anxious.

All week I fretted about the situation. I'd done something truly horrible with regard to the preservation of my marriage as well as something that in hindsight was personally degrading as well. I couldn't imagine ¨getting past it¨. I couldn't believe that I had actually thought it would be worth the risk. 

Margo and I got together for lunch on Wednesday. Nothing was mentioned about the rescue mission but it was like the elephant in the room. I know she was dying to find out more but I wasn't ready yet to talk about it. Perhaps someday.

I thought a lot about the events that led up to my adventure. The opportunity had just kind of fallen into my lap and at first I ignored it but the idea kept popping into my head over and over for many weeks. I couldn't shake and I discovered eventually that I really didn't want to. I had to scratch that itch.

My position as a travelling sales rep took me all over the state and although years earlier when I began, it had seemed challenging and fun, I'd grown to dread much of it. Over and over I would meet with the same people. I had marvelous solutions for their problems but it was such a struggle to see them implemented. It wasn't about budgets, in our industry there always seemed to be plenty of funds available. It was about the limits that individuals seemed to set for themselves. 

I'd grown tired of dealing with people who couldn't seem to connect the dots on their own, people with no imagination. They needed everything spelled out implicitly for them at all times. You couldn't present them with the germ of an idea that they would then take off with. Every little detail needed to be spelled out or they would get frustrated and sometimes even insolent. 

They also seemed to need for it to be formulaic, everything needed to fit into predictable patterns, at times patterns that had nothing at all to do with the situation at hand. It was most important that things be able to be categorized, be able to fit a box somewhere. Heaven forbid it be a fresh idea or worse yet, something that might be challenging.

My opportunity seemed like a way for me to exorcise some of these demons, a way to do something totally out of the box (for me), a way to demonstrate to myself that i wasn't just another one of the same drones that I called upon. At least that was the way I had justified it to myself. Truth be told I imagine it was something more primal going on within me but I needed a rationalization to allow me to move forward.

So I did move forward and for one glorious period of six hours I enjoyed a physical dimension I never imagined possible. Then came the aftermath that led to the unease of being almost caught, the second guessing myself, the building sense of anxiety, and a sort of vulnerability I hadn't felt since I was a child.

Then the panties showed up.

I didn't know that my husband was watching as I folded the laundry that day. After neatly halving a pillowcase I looked back to the laundry basket and there they were. At first it didn't seem real, then I picked them up, holding them at arms length by the waistband. They were so skimpy, so lacy, so... obscenely sensual. I couldn't now imagine ever having worn them.

How the hell had they gotten there?

I was startled to realize he was standing there in the doorway. Our eyes met. There was a lot going on in his eyes as he stared straight back at me - sorrow, firmness, confidence, and also a calmness that spoke volumes. 

My heart raced and I shuddered.



Connie & Becka: New Old Friends



A few years ago, Connie worked as a bookkeeper for a small chain of home improvement stores in Pennsylvania. At the time, she had been married for about 8 years and had 2 small children. From time to time, the company would send her to accounting seminars. Connie was happy with her personal life, but she relished the trips. Not only did she have time to herself, but also the company always booked her rooms in the nicest hotels and picked up the tab on all her expenses. 

After kissing her husband and kids goodbye on a Tuesday morning, she drove to work and took care of a few last minutes things before driving to her destination about 3 hours away. The seminar started the next morning, but the organization holding the seminar always held a small get-together the night before. Upon arriving, she took her bag to her room. Opening the door, she was happy to see all the perks her suite offered. A small kitchenette was just inside the door with a small counter. A couch sat opposite a big screen TV, with a picture window to the right. A doorway led to the bedroom. Stepping through the doorway, Connie was surprised to see a queen-size bed right next to another picture window. A lovely Jacuzzi tub was situated next to the bed. Opposite of the Jacuzzi was a 2-sink countertop with mirrors lining the wall. At the other end of the counter was a glass-door shower and toilet. 

Glancing at the window, Connie's mind went to a naughty thought. How exciting it would be to come here with her husband. After an evening of wine, they could make love in the tub and on the bed with the curtains open. Glancing at her watch, she saw she had about an hour before the get-together would start. She filled the tub and turned on the water jets. Undressing in front of the mirrors, she tousled her light brown, shoulder length hair and looked at her reflection. The pale skin of her shoulders gave way to a pair of full breasts. She rubbed the strap marks from her 36B bra. Perhaps she could stop by the mall some evening and pick out a few new under things. The warm water circled around her naked skin as she got in. Closing her eyes, she let her fingertips trace over her curves. Connie's hand settled between her legs and worked feverishly on her clitoris. Within a few minutes, her body shuddered in the waves of her orgasm. Relaxing in the tub for a little longer, she felt somewhat satisfied, but not completely. Again she wished she could come here with her husband and enjoy the room together. 

Rising from the tub, she leaned to get a towel. Her eyes fell on the window. Through the sheer curtains, she could see other hotel windows. She made a mental note to check the view later. Maybe she'd get lucky and catch a glimpse of a fellow traveler through the curtains.

Dressing in black slacks and a green paisley blouse, Connie stepped into a pair of black, open toe kitten heels. Normally, she'd never wear such shoes, but since she was away from home, she could afford to dress a little sexier.

Entering the conference room, Connie saw a number of colleagues that she had met before. The next half hour was spent making small talk and sipping white wine. As she talked, she glanced toward the door. Entering the room was someone she hadn't seen before. She appeared to be a little younger than Connie. Her short dark hair framed her light complexion. Her breasts pushed against the black camisole she was wearing. Dark jeans clung to the woman's curvy hips. Strappy high heels adorned her pedicured feet. Connie was taken by the woman's beauty. She had found other woman attractive before, but never like this. Feeling a little confused, she pushed the sexual thought from her mind. For the next 15 minutes, Connie couldn't help stealing glances at the woman as she made her way around the room. 

As Connie made small talk with one of the next day's speakers, she casually looked around for the object of her attention. Not seeing her, Connie felt a little regret. Suddenly, she heard a voice behind her.

"Hi, my name's Becka." 

Connie turned to find herself face to face with the dark haired beauty.

"You're Connie, right?" the woman asked.

Immediately, Connie realized that she knew the voice.

"Becka from Standard Flooring?" Connie replied.

"Yes, it's so nice to finally meet you" Becka smiled.

"My goodness. We've talked on the phone a million times. You're nothing like I pictured you' Connie said.

"Well, you're exactly like I pictured you" Becka answered.

For the rest of the evening, the two women chatted like old friends. The conversation drifted from subject to subject. They talked about work, their bosses and their personal lives. At some point, Connie mentioned a spreadsheet that she had developed for work. When Becka showed interest, Connie told her to come to her suite sometime to get a copy from her laptop. 

It's almost 9:00PM, I should probably turn in" Becka said. 

"Me, too" Connie sighed.

"How about if I just swing by your room, now, to get it? Becka asked.

"Sure, lets go" Connie smiled.

The women continued chatting on their way to Connie's room. Stepping into Connie's room, Becka glanced out the window.

"I can see my room from here. See, I can tell because it's the one with my suitcase lid propped up against the window," she giggled.

Connie looked out the window to see the open suitcase on the bed in a window across the courtyard. The room was two floors lower than her room. She noticed that she had almost a full view of the bed from the higher vantage point. 

After copying the file onto her computer flash drive, Becka thanked Connie and told her goodnight. Connie was feeling a little buzz from the amount of wine she had. Undressing along the way, she climbed onto the bed, wearing only her "Hanes Her Way" cotton panties. Feeling the room spin a little, she turned on the TV at the end of the bed and surfed through the channels. Several of the channels offered "pay-per-view" movies. Making her way through the index, she stumbled upon the "adult" selections. 

"Who comes up with this stuff" she wondered. "Naughty Schoolgirls, Mature Women, Hot Showers, Groups"

She lingered over the next selection. Against a pink background, the word "Lesbians" glowed in white letters on the screen. Feeling a little tingle, she quickly turned the television off. Connie rolled over and turned off the light. Glancing out the window, she noticed the glow from the other room's windows. Dark shadows moved behind some of the sheer curtains. She thought she could make out the silhouette of a couple across the way. Looking down, she saw Becka's room. The curtains were all the way open. The suitcase was still propped against the window. Closing her eyes, Connie tried to sleep, but within a few moments, curiosity got the best of her. She focused on the window again. This time, the suitcase was gone, but the curtains were still open. Suddenly, she saw her friend sit on the bed. Her back was to the window, but Connie could clearly see that Becka was naked. She appeared to be rubbing lotion on her arms. Becka lifted her left leg onto the bed, giving Connie an unexpected view of her profile. Connie couldn't take her eyes away from what she was seeing. 

Becka's fingers moved along her legs in gentle stroking motions, working the lotion into her skin. Connie's hand slipped between her legs. Lightly tickling the cotton fabric of her panties, she felt the desire glowing in her belly. Becka pulled herself onto the bed and lay down on her back. Tilting the lotion bottle over her body, white droplets spilled on her breasts. Slowly, she worked the lotion into her skin. Connie wondered if the dark nipples on Becka's breasts were becoming harder. Her own nipples ached for the touch of a tongue. Becka's hands continued their motions over her tummy, stopping only for a moment to apply more lotion. Connie's head swam as she watched her friend's hand move lower, until they were feverishly rubbing the dark patch between her legs. Becka straightened her legs and pointed her toes as she threw her head back. Then, her body went limp. Connie couldn't help herself. She slipped several fingers into herself and pumped quickly, using her thumb against her clitoris. Closing her eyes, she relished the orgasmic release. Looking back to the window, she saw her friend roll over and turn off the light. 

Connie awoke to the alarm the next morning. Rolling over, she realized she had fallen asleep with the light on. It took a moment for the memory of what happened the evening before to come back to her. Looking out the window, she could see that Becka's curtains were still open, but the early morning sunlight prevented her from seeing anything in the room. 

Connie showered and dressed. As she was gathering her laptop and purse, there was a light knock at her door. Peeking through the eyepiece, she saw Becka in the hallway. 

"Hi, come in," Connie said, opening the door.

"Good morning," Becka said in a cheery voice. "I don't know about you, but I slept well last night."

"I bet you did," Connie thought to herself, remembering the spectacle she had witnessed.

The women made more small talk as Connie finished getting ready. 

"Oh, wow! You have a hot tub in your room," Becka said. "You're company must not pinch as many pennies as mine does."

"That's the advantage of doing the books. You can reward yourself without the boss knowing" Connie joked. "You're welcome to use it later. I might go over to the mall when we're done. You can have the tub to yourself, if you like."

"I might just do that. Thanks," Becka replied.

After a quick breakfast in the conference room, the women took seats next to each other at the seminar. The next 6 hours were spent discussing business procedures and laws. By the end of the day, everyone was exhausted. 

"I sure could use that Jacuzzi" Becka said, rubbing her eyes.

"Here's my extra key. Let yourself in whenever you want. I'll be out of there in about 10 minutes." Connie smiled. "Take however long you want."

"You're so sweet," Becka said, hugging her friend. "Thanks again."

Connie let herself into her room and set her laptop on the desk. Grabbing a pair of shorts from her bag, she slipped off her slacks. She looked at the hot tub and imagined what Becka would look like, relaxing in the warm, swirling water. Her mind drifted to what she and Becka would look like together in the tub. Her imagination must have gotten the better of her, because she was shaken from her daydream by the sound of the electronic key being inserted into the door lock. Quickly, pulling on her shorts, she turned to see Becka coming into the room. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you were still here." Becka apologized.

"No problem. I'm just heading out. Take your time and enjoy the tub." Connie said, feeling her cheeks flush in embarrassment. 

Rushing out the door, Connie took a deep breath to calm herself. Ashamed, she told herself she was acting silly.

"A married woman my age, acting like a school girl with a crush." She thought.

She tried to push the thoughts out of her mind. However, from time to time, while she was shopping, wondered what Becka was doing in her room.

About two hours later, Connie returned to the hotel. The shopping trip had been somewhat successful. She bought herself several shirts and a handful of bras and panties. Tossing her bags on the counter by the door as she entered the room, she saw a bottle of wine, chilling in the ice bucket. On the table, there were two styrofoam containers with plastic silverware and napkins laid out. 

"Hello?" she called.

Becka stepped from the bedroom door. She was dressed in a mid-length, turquoise silk robe, carrying two wine glasses. 

"You were nice enough to let me use your hot tub, so I thought I'd treat you to dinner" Becka said. 

"You didn't have to do that," Connie said, fighting to keep from blushing. "Thank you."

"It was the least I could do," Becka replied. "Wine?"

"Yes, please" Connie smiled.

Pouring each of them a glass, Becka told her friend of getting the idea for dinner after she had left.

"I ran down the street to the store and got the wine and glasses before getting into the tub. The delivery guy brought the food a little while ago. I was still in the tub when he came, so I haven't had the chance to get dressed yet." Becka explained.

"Don't worry about it. Be comfortable." Connie said, sipping her wine.

The women refilled their glasses again before sitting down to dinner. Connie's eyes stole a glance at Becka's crossed legs, peeking from under the robe. As they ate, it became apparent that Becka was wearing nothing under the robe. The silky material fell open several times, giving Connie a good view of her bare cleavage. 

With the meal done, Becka leaned back in her chair. Her nipples made raised peaks on the robe's material. Embarrassed, Connie rose from the table and poured herself another glass. 

"Why don't you enjoy the tub while I clean up," Becka suggested, making her way to the tub and turning the water on. "Then, I'll get out of your hair and you can have the evening to yourself."

"I couldn't do that. I'll wait until later." Connie replied.

"I insist," Becka persisted.

Walking out of the bedroom, Becka closed the door behind her. Drinking down the rest of her glass, Connie leaned against the counter, pondering what to do. Was Becka just being nice or was she coming on to Connie? With the wine and the sexy robe, it certainly seemed that way. What should she do? The glowing warmth between her legs gradually took over her emotions and Connie decided to let what ever happens, happen. Pinning her hair up, Connie undressed and slipped into the swirling water. The heat of the tub caused the alcohol to take a better effect. Breathing deeply, she allowed herself to relax. She wasn't sure how long it was before she heard a light tap at the door. 

Peeking in, Becka whispered, "I'm sorry. I left my clothes in here. Is it ok if I get them?"

"Sure, come in," Connie answered. 

Becka entered the room and gathered her clothing. Holding out her hand, Connie motioned for Becka to come closer. With Becka sitting on the edge of the tub, Connie took her hand.

"Thank you for the wonderful surprise," she said.

"I wanted to do something nice for you." Becka replied, leaning closer.

Their eyes lingered on each other for a few moments. Becka leaned even closer and kissed Connie lightly on the lips. Connie answered her by kissing her back. 

Without a word, Becka stood up and untied her robe. Letting it slip from her shoulders, she smiled.

"Is there room in there for two?" She whispered.

Nodding, Connie took her hand and helped her into the water. Kneeling down, Becka took her place in the tub, between Connie's legs. Kissing and touching each other, the pair became more and more intimate. Fingertips brushed over nipples. Hungry mouths explored warm wet skin. The room filled with the sounds of water jets and moans of pleasure. As if they could read each other's minds, the pair rose from the water and dried each other off. Kissing their way to the bed, they fell in a tangle of naked skin. Connie stretched her lover's arms above her head and kissed from Becka's wrists to her shoulders. Nibbling her neck, Connie delighted in the giggles that erupted from Becka's throat. Circling Becka's nipples with her tongue, Connie snaked her way down to Becka's soft tummy. Urging Connie on with her sighs, Becka opened her legs wide to accept Connie's explorations. Hooking her arms around her friend's thighs, Connie focused on the prize in front of her. The heat of her lover's sex radiated against Connie's lips. Reaching out with the tip of her tongue, Connie felt Becka's muscles tense against her hands. Connie licked and sucked at the swollen lips before her. Becka's hands tangled in Connie's soft hair. Pushing her head away, Becka pulled Connie to her mouth and kissed her deeply. The pair changed places and Connie closed her eyes to accept Becka's explorations. Eventually, with Becka on top, the women settled into a slow, sensuous sixty-nine that lasted long exquisite minutes. Plunging her tongue into her lover, Connie gave way to the shudders of the most intense orgasm of her life.

Basking in the glow of their lovemaking, the women snuggled together.

"That was lovely," Becka whispered. "Did you like it?"

Barely moaning a reply, Connie replied, "Yeah"

"Did you like it better than watching me last night?" Becka questioned.

Her eyes blinking wide open, Connie asked, "You knew I was watching you?"

"You don't think I saw you looking at me at the get together last night? You were practically undressing me with your eyes. I found it to be a terrific turn-on." Becka purred. "I knew if I showed you my room, you couldn't help but watch me. I wanted you to watch."

"You're bad," Connie giggled.

"You don't know how bad I can be. Just you wait." Becka whispered, taking her new old friend in her arms. 



Connie & Her Greek



Twentieth Installment in the "Latina" Series of Erotic Tales

Hi, loyal readers. I have a best friend named Connie, whom I've known since college. She is, like me, a woman who knows what she likes, and is lucky enough to have a husband who cares enough to make her love-life as spectacular as mine is. That is, she is as wild and crazy sexually as I am, maybe even more so. So I decided that you might enjoy reading her story, and she agreed to write it up for my fans.

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Hi, I am probably Latina's longest and closest friend, since we met in college when we were both 19. My name is Connie Lingus. Yes, I know what that sounds like, and I've heard all the wise cracks before. Yes, I do very much enjoy the activity that sounds like my name, and no, I wasn't named for the act of cunnilingus. Lingus is a very old Irish/Celtic name, as is Connie.

Latina showed me her two-part story about her first time with her husband. I thought it was very sexy, sweet, and romantic, but I also have an unusual first-time story.

When Latina and I were in college, we would sometimes hang around the art museum. There was always a lot of pretty art to look at, and it was a quiet and relaxing way to get away from the stress of studying for exams. Neither of us had ever had a boyfriend yet, although Latina was quite an attractive brunette, and I was told that my long red hair and freckles were very cute and sexy. I was tall for my age, 5'8", and well proportioned at 36C-24-36 in those days. But we both were somewhat nerdy personality-wise, preferring the art museum to dating. The rich landscape paintings were always enjoyable. Then on one visit, we found that the museum had a new exhibit of ancient Greek statues. We found this exhibit even more interesting than the landscape scenes we normally liked to look at. This exhibit hall was filled with statues of naked Greek gods and demi-gods, and even though only marble, they were a joy for our horny, virginal, 19-year-old female selves to gaze upon.

One marble statue particularly caught my eye. It was pure white marble, life size, of a man nearly 6 feet tall, with broad shoulders, rippling muscles, and a highly- detailed marble cock pointing about 8 inches straight out in front of him. I swore I could just about see the veins in his marble shaft, and it seemed to be pointing directly at me in invitation. This sculptor had really captured every nuance of detail.

"Do you really think any man is THAT big?" I asked Latina.

"How should I know?" she asked. "I've never even seen one for real. But it IS very detailed, so the size is probably accurate, too."

I walked up to the statue and tried to wrap my petite 19- year-old fist around its long, thick, beautifully-masculine marble attachment. As this marble cock was about two inches in diameter, my fist had a hard time closing completely around it.

"I've heard the real thing is a lot of fun to suck into your mouth," I remarked.

"Have you ever tried it?" Latina asked.

"No."

"Neither have I. But I dare you to suck this statue's THING into your mouth."

"NO!" I shrieked in laughter. "People will see."

"I've been watching the security guard every time we come here. He always goes to lunch at exactly 11:45, and he doesn't return until 12:30. We could hide somewhere, and you'll have 45 minutes to do whatever you want with this statue. Pretend like its a real man. I dare you."

We found an old broom-closet at one end of the exhibit hall where the ancient Greek statues were displayed, and we hid there, peeking out. Sure enough, the security guard strolled off to lunch at precisely 11:45. With Latina beside me watching, I sunk to my knees, closed my eyes, and opened my lips around this protruding bit of marble. I scooted forward to take ever more of its 8 inches into my mouth and down my throat. To my amazement, filling my mouth with this huge piece of sculpted marble did not cause me to gag at all.

I cupped the statue's finely-chiseled tight ass cheeks in my two open palms as I slid ever further forward to suck- off as much of this statue as I could.

Even more amazingly, as I continued to slide it in and out of mouth, the texture seemed to change from hard, cold marble. Now it felt all warm and fleshy, just the way I imagined a real cock might feel in my mouth. I dared not open my eyes, for fear that I would find that I was still sucking on marble after all. Then this marble cock seemed to start to twitch and pulsate in my mouth, and I just had to open my eyes and look. There before me stood not marble, but flesh, bone, and muscle, a real man with the same incredible chest, arms, and oh that lovely cock slipping down my throat. He looked so amazing, that I started to feel my dew gathering under my panties. I lifted my micro- miniskirt, and I slowly slid a finger into my moist, juicy slit as I continued to suck.

I shook my head in disbelief. This must be a daydream. I closed my eyes and dreamily resumed my sucking and licking. I fluttered my eyes open, and sure enough, I was still sucking on a marble statue after all. I closed my eyes and let my imagination once more feel a real cock twitching and pulsating in my mouth, feeling the warm, velvety-smooth flesh gliding down my eager throat, as my fingers continued to explore the deepest depths of my inner regions.

Then I felt it: a warm, wonderful, creamy liquid splattering against my tongue, spurting against the back of my throat, and gliding smoothly, effortlessly down my throat.

I opened my eyes, and I was still clutching the statue's marble ass cheeks, the sculpted cock still in my mouth. But curiously, a small rivulet of thick, creamy, off-white liquid was dribbling out the corner of my mouth and down my chin. Latina sauntered over to me, and with her left index finger, she scooped this trickle off my face, and licked it off her finger. "Mmmm, tasty!" was her only comment.

"You mean this goo is REAL? But where did it come from?"

"Face it, my friend," Latina chuckled, "You have a real natural-born talent. You can suck the cream out of a marble statue! I predict you'll have a LOT of male friends!" We both laughed at her prediction.

Just then, we heard footsteps, and we realized that the security guard was on his way back from lunch. With the corner of my blouse, I wiped the dribble off the end of the statue's fine hard cock, and I smoothed down the hem of my micro-miniskirt.

"Doesn't his THING look shorter than it did before?" Latina asked. "Won't the security guard notice that?"

The statue's cock did look smaller, more shrivelled, more relaxed than before. So, still on my knees, I licked along the whole length of this marble shaft, from the balls to its head, as Latina pumped her fist forward and back, forward and back along its length. We both felt it pulse once, very strongly, and then lengthen to its previous size. I wiped it off one last time to be sure no white dribble remained. Then we both headed into the hallway, so that the security guard thought that we were trying to get INTO the exhibit, instead of having been there all along. Luckily, the statue's erection seemed just as big and strong as ever when we left, so we weren't caught.

Word quickly spread around the college that I had given an orgasm to a marble statue. Now all the boys wanted me to blow them. But I shot down their egos, boasting that the statue's organ was at least 8 inches long, and unless the guy could equal or exceed that, he should just shut up and go away. That drove every last one of them away. Until that is, one day about a year later.

This boy had been hitting on me for several weeks, and he was very cute. But I was a little afraid, I didn't know if I was ready for a relationship. He didn't pressure me for sex, though, he just wanted a few dates. He was very mature and self-confident, he didn't have to pressure a woman, he just knew he had enough going for him that he could be low- key and cool about it all. I think that his detached attitude really did make him seem more attractive. He did look a LOT like the statue, so that definitely added to the growing attraction I felt for him. Finally, after a few weeks, I reluctantly agreed to date him. On about our third date, he asked me if there was any truth to the statue story. "I'll tell you what I've told everyone else. This statue's THING was about 8 inches long, and since I know you can't measure up to that, don't even bring it up."

"Oh, but I CAN," he replied confidently, without a hint of boasting or arrogance.

"Can what?"

"Can measure up. Mine is ALSO 8 inches long. I'll prove it if you like."

He said it so innocently, with such genuine sincerity, that before I had time to consider the consequences of what I was saying, I smiled and agreed, "OK, prove it."

He unzipped his fly, and a long, strong, thick, pulsating cock plopped out. It looked every bit as huge as the one on the statue, and even its shape looked the same. Maybe it was because of my success with the statue, but for whatever reason, somehow I knew that I could handle him, I could tame his big and wild love snake. I knelt to my knees, eager to taste and experience him.

"No, no, no!" he chided. "There's something I must do first." He pulled me up by my armpits, and sat me down on a nearby chair. Then HE sank to his OWN knees facing me, and raised the hem of my miniskirt. His head completely vanished under the fabric. "I believe a true gentleman makes his lady comfortable FIRST."

He then proceeded to do things with his tongue that I didn't know were even possible, and I just kept writhing and moaning...and coming! And coming and coming and coming! Yes, my name really is Connie Lingus, and yes, at least on that day, I really was enjoying cunnilingus. After my third orgasm, he made a strange remark to me: "We gods take an oath to serve mortals. I hope I have served you well." I was feeling way too good to press him for an explanation of that remark, as he continued to lick and nibble at my swollen clit.

After my fourth shaking, full-body orgasm, we switched places, him in the chair and me facing him on my knees. Although I had never sucked a real cock before, it felt as smooth, warm, and fleshy as I had imagined it to be. I took my time, my tongue carefully pleasuring every inch of him, until I felt that he couldn't stand one more second of my slow, exquisite torture. His sweet, creamy spunk exploded all over the inside of my mouth, and it tasted even better than anything I had imagined.

Fast forward to ten years later. I was just turning 30. I had been in a lot of relationships, my oral talents had satisfied a lot of men, a few men had even given me some unforgettable thrills, but I had yet to have a real and lasting relationship. Instead, I had bought a horse ranch and busied myself in the ten million day-to-day details of keeping the business going.

This was a very old ranch from the golden days of the cowboy, and while I modernized it some, it was still pretty rustic. It even still had an outdoor shower with half- height wooden walls. I liked to shower out there and wonder what my hired ranch hands were thinking as they caught glimpses of the nude upper half of my still-youthful 36-24- 36 body beneath the shower spray.

Then one day, I was just coming back from renting out one of my best stallions for stud at a neighboring ranch. I just kept thinking of my horse providing stud services, and the thought kept making me wish I had a stud of my own. I was getting a little bit horny, but I knew that I had a lot of chores to do back at the ranch, so I struggled to push the sexy thoughts away.

As I pulled up to the ranch, a man I had never seen before was washing in our outdoor shower. He was maybe ten years my senior--that is, about 40 or damned close to it. But he was one of those men like Sean Connery who just seems to grow better and better with age. He had broad, manly shoulders, and rippling upper-arm muscles. I struggled and strained to see more of his enticing anatomy, further down, but that damned wooden wall of the shower stall completely blocked-out my view. I knew I had never seen him before, yet he somehow looked vaguely familiar.

Summoning up all of my courage, I approached the shower stall and began a polite conversation with this naked man who was dripping shower-water. My first impulse was to ask him what the hell he was doing in MY outdoor shower on MY ranch. OK, maybe that was my second impulse, my first being to peer over the shower wall and see if the rest of him looked as hot and sexy as his bare chest and muscular arms did. Yes, dammit, all right, yes, I wanted to see his COCK! Was it big and hard and suckable? Would it feel tight as it slid in and out of my slippery walls? But somehow I managed to restrain myself, and I walked away as he toweled off.

He told me his name is Atlas, like the Greek god who carries the world on his shoulders. The name fit, as he had the physique of the Greek gods in classical sculpture, and his arms looked muscular enough to support the whole planet. He told me that he had been on a hike and made a wrong turn somewhere, and then seeing my ranch house, he decided to head to it and see if he could get some help. I wanted to help him, all right, on my knees with my lips around his swollen purple cock-head. And while I don't think he would have minded that sort of help at all, I don't think that is what he was looking for at that moment. I told him to get dressed and drop by my ranch house for a meal. As we ate together, we couldn't keep our eyes off each other, but we didn't touch, and soon we parted company.

Without my knowledge, one of my ranch hands had seen the way we looked at each other, and decided that having this Atlas guy around might do me and my lonely pussy a world of good. So without my knowledge or consent, my employee invited Atlas to stay and help around the ranch for a modest salary.

The next day was a warm one, and halfway through my daily ranch chores, I decided I needed a break. One end of my ranch was a field of daisies and marigolds I had planted just for me, just to admire their beauty, as Latina and I had admired the beauty of similar scenes in landscape paintings during our teenage visits to the art museum. I kicked off my shoes, and luxuriated in the feel of strolling barefoot through the field of flowers. I closed my eyes and daydreamed about romances yet to be, and I started swaying dreamily, sexily, as I tiptoed through the marigolds. I pictured myself in the arms of this muscular Atlas fellow I had talked to in my shower the previous day, and the thought of him holding me and loving me made me unconsciously purr a loud "Mmmmmm!".

"Are you OK, miss?" a gorgeous baritone voice called out. The deeply masculine voice made my heart beat faster and my flowery folds grow moist.

I opened my eyes, and much to my surprise, there before me stood Atlas, busily pruning a nearby tree. He had on the tightest jeans, which left almost nothing to the imagination. Just the jeans: no shirt to hide his strong arms and rippling chest muscles. And like me, he was barefoot. His feet were large, his toes long and slender. I could almost see and feel those long, soft toes rubbing against my juicy slit, prying me open and slipping inside. That thought alone had me purring again.

His dark-brown hair cascaded in long, gently-undulating waves down nearly to his shoulders, the glinting noonday sunlight tinting his hair a shimmering orange-red. The dark, curly hairs on his arms and chest also glowed orange- red in the sunlight, making his handsomely-chiseled features that much more irresistible. In fact, I really COULDN'T resist, and sinking to my knees before him, I clutched his ass cheeks in both of my palms, and planted soft kisses and licks on the nipples of his well-defined bare chest. His ass felt firm and hard and wonderful and vaguely familiar as I let my kisses trail lower down his torso, and I focused on licking at his navel.

Backing away from his navel, I removed my hands from his fine, strong ass, and I made quite a show of unbuckling his belt. I planted a soft kiss directly over the ridge at the front of his jeans, then slowly unzipped him. It was like unwrapping a Christmas present, only I instinctively knew that the contents of this package would be far better than anything Santa had ever left under my tree. I couldn't wait one second longer, and with one mighty tug, I pulled his jeans straight down to his ankles. He very kindly and generously stepped out of his jeans, to let me see every gorgeous inch of his nakedness now.

I leaned in close and clutched his ass again. Again, its hardness and shape felt vaguely familiar. But I couldn't think about that now, I just leaned forward, and let his magnificent 8-inch shaft (which was already pointing straight out in front of him) glide slowly and sweetly past my lips and down my throat. As he slid into my mouth, I closed my eyes, and I kept swirling and circling my tongue all over his tasty, pulsating treat.

Opening my eyes, I saw standing before me, not the man Atlas, but that statue I had sucked-off on a dare ten years earlier, in the art museum. But that couldn't be right. I closed my eyes, and increased the frantic pace of my licks on his delicious cock. When I opened my eyes again, my hunky Atlas once more stood before me in all his magnificent flesh and muscle. I began to suck him ever more deeply into my throat, and he let out a series of ecstatically-happy moans that brought smiles to his face and mine.

"Your lips, your tongue," he panted. "they seem vaguely familiar. Have we met before? I would SWEAR this isn't the first time your mouth has sucked on my cock!"

"Funny," I said, "I was thinking the same thing. Your hard, chiseled ass, your long and strong cock, the unique taste of you in my mouth, they all seem SO familiar."

I closed my eyes again, and nearly in a swoon, I sucked even harder. Then I backed off his magnificent shaft, and squinted my eyes open again. There was that damned statue before me again. I didn't want marble, I wanted manly flesh and rippling muscles. I closed my eyes, and VERY slowly licked my way up from his balls to his thick purple cock- head. I opened my eyes again, happy to find Atlas once more standing before me, with the same face and same chiseled features as that statue. That's why he seemed so familiar: he could have been the model for that ancient Greek statue, as every line of his face and body, the size and shape of his toned butt and his generously-sized organ matched the statue detail for detail. I didn't know how this was possible, but I welcomed the familiarity of his shape from the statue and the newness of him being real flesh and muscle instead of marble.

I opened my lips around his manhood again, and delighted in the feeling as he quivered, pulsed, and throbbed his way back into my throat. Then I backed halfway off, just as he erupted his sweet, creamy cock-juice against the millions of hungry taste-buds on my tongue. He had a unique flavor unlike any man I had ever sucked before, yet it was familiar. Then I realized, it was the same taste I had experienced when sucking-off the statue ten years before. I had just about convinced myself that the art-museum caper was a daydream, no marble statue could REALLY shoot sweet, creamy, delicious come down a woman's throat. But now I knew that had been no daydream, for here Atlas was given me EXACTLY the same flavor as he shot glob after tasty glob onto my swirling tongue.

Atlas spread his jeans on the ground, and gently lay me down atop them. He clutched my knees in his powerful hands, and raised them nearly to my chest. He then lay flat on the ground, face down, his head between my raised knees. He kissed my moist pussy lips, and then slowly slid a finger inside, rubbing against my G-spot as he gently massaged my dampening inner walls. Then his finger retreated, only to be replaced by his gently-lapping tongue. His tongue started moving ever upward, until it just brushed my clit. I thrust my hips upward, encouraging his skilled tongue to playfully lick at my hardening love button. His lips closed around the tip of my growing clit, and sucked it up into his mouth. My clit stiffened like a miniature cock, and that's when his teeth began gently chewing at my passion switch, even as his lips sucked and his tongue licked at my by-now desperately horny clit.




Connie & Her Greek



I reached down and encircled both hands around his long, thick, throbbing love hose. He got the hint, and he scooted up, aligning his hips with mine. He pushed himself up on his powerful arms, and I guided his love rocket with both hands as he slowly sank between my widespread legs. When I felt the very tip pushing my pussy lips even further apart, I came. He slowly slid into me, about a millimeter at a time, and when I finally felt his balls pressed up against my vaginal lips, I came again.

He started pumping in and out of me ever so slowly at first, but gradually increasing the pace, until he was thrusting into me about once every second. On one outward stroke, he paused, only his cock head still inside of me. I only had a moment to wonder what he was doing, as now his full 8 inches slammed into me so hard and fast, that I instantly came. As my come began to ooze all over the exterior of his deeply-buried shaft, I felt his warm ooze starting to fill every recess of my innermost caverns. Feeling him pulse and twitch and come inside of me, I came yet one more time. He retreated out to his cock-head again, and then slammed into me hard one more time, and I felt his second burst flood into me.

Atlas collapsed on top of me, his lips kissing my eyelids, my lips, my breasts and nipples, even as his cock continued to throb deep inside of me.

I didn't want his magnificent cock ever to retreat. As we lay with our arms and legs entwined around each other, and his twitching cock still deeply buried in my soaking-wet pussy, our panting slowly calmed enough for me to talk.

"Who ARE you?" I asked breathlessly. "And how come an ancient Greek statue I saw 10 years ago looks EXACTLY like you?"

"You know about the statue?"

"KNOW about it? I knelt down and sucked it, and made it come in my mouth even though it was marble. It was the strangest experience of my life."

"That was YOU?" Atlas asked in disbelief.

"What do you mean, that was me? You sound like you were there!"

"I was. That was me you were sucking on. And you did a MAGNIFICENT job! I think I started to fall in love with you a little even back then."

"I don't understand. How could that marble statue be you?"

"I told you my name is Atlas. I am the REAL Atlas, the one from Greek myth. Every few years, I liked to take a break from carrying the earth around on my shoulders, and actually VISIT spots on the planet I was carrying. One year, on a whim, I visited old Celtic Ireland. There I met this beautiful young redheaded sorceress, and she fell in love with me. But I was such a fool, and I was in too much of a hurry to get back to my job of carrying the earth around on my shoulders, to even notice this stunning beauty. Broken-hearted, she got so mad at me, that she put a spell on me, and turned me into a stone statue."

"Uh-huh, sure. A Celtic sorceress turned you into a statue."

"Yes, she did. She looked just like you, same beautiful freckles and shimmering red hair. She said I would find her again if and when I ever opened my heart to accept a woman's love. And if I didn't know better, I'd swear I had found her--you--again. But I know you couldn't possibly be that same beautiful Connie from 1500 years ago."

"CONNIE? Her name was Connie? But MY name is Connie, and I am of Celtic heritage."

"Really? Have you been alive for 1500 years?"

"NO," I chuckled. "At least, I can't remember anything from more than 30 years ago. But please, do go on with your story."

"Luckily, a lesser-known Greek demi-god named gravity figured out how to keep the earth in its place in my absence, while I was a statue. Anyway, this lovely sorceress told me that only the love of a good woman could turn me from marble back into human form again, and only if I ACCEPTED her love would I be able to STAY human. I stayed a statue for 1,500 years, until your lusty and loving attentions awakened me ten years ago. But I was still such a fool, I didn't feel anything for you then, and after you left, I turned back into a statue because I hadn't opened my heart to you. I even met you one more time after that, we made love again with me as your first boyfriend."

"That was YOU? You do look like him!"

"You seemed confused when I told you, 'We gods take an oath to serve mortals. I hope I have served you well.'"

"How did you KNOW that?"

"I told you, I am a Greek god, and I've had a part in your life for 1500 years. But even when I became your boyfriend about 8 years ago, I still couldn't open my heart to you, my sorceress, and you once more turned me back into a statue. But now that I have found you yet again, I won't make that mistake again, my sweet Connie."

"And why not?"

"Because I can feel your love for me, and it has opened my heart at last. I love you, my sweet, sweet Connie. After 1500 years, I finally accept your love for me, and I truly love you with all my heart."

"Oh, one blow job and one fuck, and now you LOVE me?"

"It's more than that. Remember, I am a Greek god, and I can see inside a human heart."

"Oh, REALLY? Then what do you see inside mine?"

"You were bitter and vindictive toward me 1500 years ago. But the centuries have mellowed your heart, and now you are a kind and caring, loving and giving woman, but a lonely woman who needs a man to be there for her, a woman who loves giving and receiving pleasure with the right man in a committed, loving relationship. Only you never found the right man for the job, until now."

"Oh, and you are that right man, I suppose?"

Atlas didn't answer my question with words. Instead, he pushed himself upward by his mighty arms, and then slammed himself down on top of me, his cock pulsing and throbbing as it once more thrust deep into me. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, resting my feet on his tightly-muscled ass cheeks as I drew him deeper and ever deeper inside of me. He wrapped his arms around my back, and his soft lips kissed my lips so sweetly and gently. I opened my mouth slightly, and began circling my tongue very slowly around his soft, sensuous lips. He parted his lips, and his tongue playfully wrestled mine before slipping slowly into my mouth. As we french-kissed, he drew himself up and out of me again, but I pressed down powerfully on his ass with my feet, until his magnificent 8-inch cock was once more buried in me up to his balls.

He filled me up so completely now, and it felt so terrific, that I tingled from head to toe, writhing on the bed, moaning his name over and over again until I came more forcefully than I ever had in my life. Just as I started to come, so did he, and I could feel our well-blended passion juices oozing out of my pussy and down onto my thighs and my tummy.

Atlas spoke at last. "So, tell me, answer your own question. AM I the right man for you?"

"Yes, oh yes! You are SSSOOOO right for me."

We then hugged and kissed for about ten minutes, his cock still hard and buried inside of me. I was now totally, helplessly in love with him.

"But if we are to have a real relationship," I continued, "we have to be totally honest with each other. Your COME may be easy and wonderful to swallow, but your story of Greek gods and Celtic sorceresses isn't. So tell me, who are you REALLY?"

"You don't believe I'm the Greek god Atlas?" he asked with a slightly-sad, deeply-disappointed expression.

"No, I don't. You need a better story than that."

Atlas thought long and hard before answering me. "OK, how's this. Ten years ago, I was 29, and looked pretty-much as I do now. My father and I read that the art museum was having an exhibit of ancient Greek statues. So we cooked up this scheme to make a FAKE Greek statue, and pass it off to the museum as the real thing for a lot of money. We knew that Greek statues tend to be, umm, shall we say generously proportioned, between the legs, and as I am that way, too, we decided to use me as the model for our forgery. So my dad sculpted me in the buff, using some very old marble to make it look genuine, and I lay low for a few months so nobody would see the similarity between me and this supposedly ancient statue. We were paid $3 million for this statue. There, is that a better story?"

"Only if it's true. It DOES sound more believable. But didn't you guys ever get caught?"

"No, never."

"Then why do you tell me this story now. Aren't you afraid I'll turn you in to the authorities?"

Atlas smiled and kissed me. "Do you love me?" he asked, as his long, thick cock once more twitched and pulsed deep inside of me.

"Of course, I do, darling," I replied, squeezing my pussy muscles tightly around his still-throbbing cock.

"Then that's why I can tell you this story without fear that you'll turn me in."

Atlas and I have been married for almost 20 years now. Sometimes when we make love, the strangest and most mystical feelings wash over me, so that I start to wonder whether he is truly the ancient Greek god Atlas after all, and the art-forgery story is the real fiction. It doesn't really matter: I love him with all of my heart and soul, he rocks my world, curls my toes, dampens my pussy, quickens my step, and makes my heart beat faster at the mere thought of him. And when it comes right down to it, that is all I really need to know.



Connie & Nate



Well, the week was a very busy one and I was looking forward to getting on my Harley and getting a good ride in and then hit up a bikers joint for a beer and onion rings.

Saturday morning I got up and dressed in bikers clothes and put a few bottles of ice water in my saddle bags. The ride was great, three hundred and fifty miles of hi-way and back roads, the bike ran like a charm and the gage for my stomach said I was starving.

So I dropped into my favorite bikers bar as the food's always good, so is the band they have playing. I pulled up a stool and sat at the bar waiting for the waitress.

I was nicely surprised, a new waitress, long grey hair in a pony tail; pretty good looking ass; hips and boobs and halfway down her nose is a nice pair of silver half-round glasses. Her name tag said Connie.

"What will it be hun?"she asked. Her voice was that of a woman in her early fifties, warm and mellow.

"Well Connie, an order of onion rings; a beer; and a pair of half-glasses."

I actually surprised myself when I said that, she was surprised too.

"So, you like my reading glasses?" she asked with a smile.

"Yes, you look so nice in them." Connie knew I was sincere.

"You come here often?" asked Connie

"Just about every Saturday night, you're really quite young for reading glasses, ya know that, Connie."

"Thanks dear but I'm fifty two."

Twenty minutes later I got my order and I'm sitting there with what seemed to be a baseball bat in my pants and I am thinking about the new bar maid and what is the likelihood of seeing her in other places, I did look but saw no ring on her finger.

I had a couple tall stacks of onion rings and a few beers and enjoyed listening to some hard rock. Time to get going, I left a generous tip for that hot bar maid hoping the next time I am there I wouldn't have to wait forever to get my order.

Over the next week, Connie was on my mind, her silver half-round glasses too. I like her dulcet voice and long grey hair with soft highlights.

I knew a long time ago that I was attracted to older women, was it because they wore glasses for reading? that sent some voltage down to my groin and make my cock tingle with sexual excitement? was it what Ruthie did way back when, wrapping her glass beads round my cock, dragging her gold half-square glasses over my balls, jerking me off till I came all over them and then sucking and licking my cum off them. I guess to a guy in his early twenties, that was such a great thing, I would want that to happen many more times in my life.

My Aunt Betty makes the glass beaded eyeglass chains as well as bracelets and necklaces so I dropped in for a visit and told her I'd like to see a few of her beaded neck chains

Of course she asked why, so I told her, 

"I know a nice bar maid at the bikers joint who I like a lot and I'd like to get her a chain or two for her glasses."

"Half-glasses right?" asked Betty.

"Yup."

"Oh Nate, you haven't changed much at all, Are you going to keep her glasses spotless? I remember when you used to visit me, after you left, I found every pair of my glasses were spotless smudge free and sparkling."

She showed me a very nice selection of eyeglass chains made with glass beads,and strung on wire with good findings for the ends so I bought a few neck chains.

The next Saturday I took another great ride and when I got hungry and needed a cold beer, I rode to the bikers hangout. I had those three nice beaded neck chains for that hot looking barmaid. I think she will really like these. She saw me and came over.

"Hi Nate, Thanks so much for that nice tip."

I knew she really appreciated an eight dollar tip for a sixteen dollar order of beers and onion rings. 

"Your welcome Connie, I have something for you I think you'll like.

"Oh and what could that be?" she asked with a mysterious voice.

I pulled the chains out of my pocket and gave them to her. Connie had no idea what was wrapped in a soft purple cloth auntie had put them in.

"Oh Nate, thanks so much! the pairs of glasses I have lost over the years but these are the best pair I ever had and thanks to you, I know I won't lose them."

She put the chain on her glasses and had them hang across her lovely breasts which looked like forty four D's.She wrapped the other chains up and put them in her purse.

"Oh Connie, they look so nice hanging across you like that."

"Thank you Nate, this is so thoughtful, I did see you ride in, but did'nt get a good look at your ride."

Connie seems to know how bikers talk, I thought to myself as many bikers call their bike, their ride.

"It's the black Low Rider with the helmet hanging off the clutch lever."

"So Nate, you don't have a biker chic?"

"No, I don't have a biker chick, do you ride Connie?"

"I used to but the guy got too weird, he liked to 'lane split' and with cars and trucks flying by within a foot on either side of the handlebars, that was too crazy for me, even though it's legal in California."

"Tell ya what Connie, that's to damn crazy for me too, and I'd stay outa California."

"Well, I finish at ten, would you like to follow me back to my place? We could have some coffee."

"Sure Connie, that sounds very nice."

Just as Connie said, she was off work at ten and I followed her back to her place.

I was happy to see a Baldwin grand piano in Connie's living room.While she was getting the coffee going I started to play Dylans 'To Ramona.'

I had assumed Connie knew how to play but she was just learning, her Mom had moved across the country and since her daughter expressed an interest in piano, her Mom left it to her.

Connie was smiling as she carried a tray with coffee and doughnuts

"I did'nt know you play piano, Nate"

"Well, I did not mention it over at the bikers hangout but I have have been playing for for a while."

"A biker that plays piano, I like that." Said Connie.

"Want to hear some classical?"

"You like classical?"

"Actually I learned piano to play the classics,Chopins nocturne and etudes, Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, a very hauntingly eerie piece of music."

Connie asked me to play Chopin's etude opus ten number three a piece with a lot of expression. 

I did and she was very pleased.

"So Connie, how do you know about Chopin?"

"My Mom used to listen to classical music all the time."

I did Greensleaves which is an oldie from England and a few Beatles hits 'All my lovin; And I love her; Eleanor Rigby.

"Nate, you are so good with a piano, want to give me lessons?" Connie asked.

"Sure I could do that, how much do you know about piano?"

"Nothing, I just got the piano a few months ago."

"So you're starting from ground zero, that's good. I took lessons for a while and you will learn the right way, so how many hours a day can you practice?"

"Four or five hours a day, depending on what hours I work. Is this gonna cost me anything?"

"Of course its gonna cost ya something, you have to let me keep those glasses spotless as you'll need them for reading sheet music and you can always tease me with'em if you'd like.

"How would I tease you with my half-glasses?" 

Connie asked with a different tone of voice. Even though I don't know much about Connie, It seemed to me her mind knew what I wanted but the idea had not caught up with her, on a concious level.

"Oh um sure something'll pop up."

"Oh, I can make sure of that." She chortled. 

Oh yes, Connie knows what to do now.

"Good." 

So that night I gave Connie her first lesson. We went over keys, which have sharps and flats where each musical letter of the piano is on the sheet music, the major chords in each key.

Four months later 

Connie was showing a considerable improvement and one night as I was giving her a lesson, she asked me as she was donning those silver half-rounds,

"So Nate, how am I to tease you with these?" 

"I think you can make something pop up." I said with a grin

"Well, I know you like them as you always try them after you clean them." She says with a smile.

"That's called quality control, I read through'em to check for spots or smudges."

"I have also noticed, although I never said anything, that you lean back a bit and snatch peeks through my glasses. . .Right?"

"Yes Connie, you are right."

"Connie gets the idea you want her to touch you down there with her sexy silver half-glasses, with her beaded chain wrapped around it, what do you say about that?"

"I say, 'Connie's a very smart lady."

We had been working on piano for an hour and a half and now it's time for a break. we're on her well stuffed sofa drinking coffee and eating cookies.

She took the beaded chain from over her head and let her glasses swing as she lowered them and they began to lightly brush the bulge in my dungareez.

Once again her silver half-rounds caught the light from a lamp and I liked the way the light shone in her glasses, I can't put my finger on it but it sent a tingle smack down south of the beltline.

"How old are you, Nate?"

"Forty two."

"So Nate, would you like some head as I wear these? with another pair I could stroke your balls, would that make you cum?"

"How about getting me to cum them, then you can lick the cum offa them."

"That sounds like a good idea, I think you have been wanting to do that for a while, The way you love to clean my glasses for me, I used to think it was sweet, now I think it's more of an erotic fetish for you.

So I had my pants wrinkled up at my ankles and Connie wearing a pair of gold half-square glasses began to drag her half-rounds all over me down there as she jerked me off as well and it was a very nice experience. I looked up and saw the light from a lamp in her gold granny glasses, I felt the smoothness of her half-rounds all over me, I blew a few thick ropes all over them and she picked them up daintily and licked the man sauce off them.

Connie had a damp cloth handy so I could clean her glasses for her, but she had cleaned them pretty well all ready.

Five months later

I have some very nice feelings about Connie and though I did not tell her, I began to think of her being my wife. It is so nice when a couple have two big things in common music and biking. I dig her style of dress, a long dress for going out or maybe a skirt and blouse. When she is working at the bikers hangout she wears denim shorts and a blouse with sneakers.

We have taken some nice rides around central Florida so she knows I am a safe biker, we pull off and hit a Wendy's or other burger joint, talk for a bit and get back on the road.

So we're back at my place, Connie is playing piano and I'm reading a bikers magazine, Connie comes over and sits next to me. Her half-glasses are hanging across her ample bosoms.

"I'd like to talk to you about some things, Nate."

"Anything wrong, Connie?"

"Did you enjoy what I did for you a while ago? stroking your balls with my half-round glasses as I wore the gold granny's and got you to cum them so I could lick the guy sauce off them?"

"Hell ya Connie, that was really great. It was my fantasy to have a hot lookin' lady do things with her half-glasses."

"If you liked it so much, how come you never asked me to do it again?

"I think I was afraid of losing you, it happened once before, this woman I had. Oh what she could do, I couldn't get enough of it and talked about it almost endlessly, well she ended that. "

"You know Nate, maybe she just wasn't really into it, how often did you two do things?

"Two, maybe three times a month."

"That's it?" 

"Yeah." 

"Damn, no wonder you talked about it so much, if you were getting it more, you couldn't always be talking about it. So you really loved what I did?"

"Oh Connie, I did! it was so nice how you pleased me as you wore your gold granny glasses, as you rubbed your silver half-glasses all over my balls and got me to cum them. The way your granny glasses sparkled in the light as you licked my guy sauce off your glasses. Really the best time ever."

"I'm glad I brought this up as it has been bothering me. When a woman decides to do things and the guy doesn't ask her to do it again. . . but it all makes sense to me now. I don't think she liked sex as much as you thought she did.".

"I thought twice a week would have been good, say Sunday mornin' and who knows when during the week."

"I would imagine you'd love to get me in the bedroom fairly soon, Nate?"

"Connie, any man would, not that any man would deserve it."

"When would you want to?"

"In another year. I love being around you Connie, I really do and I think you feel the same, The thing is, if we start living together, things can change a lot, sometimes pretty good and then again, maybe not. Let's just take it easy and see what goes, and besides I think that a lot of thought should go into how far we or any couple goes, I mean once a guy goes to the land o' milk an honey, that's done, if the whole thing goes ta hell in a han'basket, the woman always loses."

Connie now understood Nate and was quite pleased he enjoyed the night she turned him on with her glasses. Since he has so much respect for her, she would initiate sex at times.

"Connie, wanna go to the Olive garden for supper?"

"Really, Nate?"

"Yeah really."

"Sure, I'll go pretty up."

"You're fine as you are."

"Gawd he makes me fee so good." Connie said to herself She wore a wicked grin, she knew what she would do later on in the evening, but she had no way of knowing just what Nate was up to.

They were ushered into a quiet corner, there was soft lighting and Italian music. Nate and Connie sat next to each other.

Connie was checking out the bill of fare through her glasses. She took from her purse her pair of gold half-square glasses with the purple and pearl beaded chain.

"Wanna try these Nate? maybe they'll get you nice and hard for later this evening." She said this as she used her gold glasses as an extension of a finger and it was pointed to his midsection.

So he tried her gold half-square glasses for the smaller print on the menu and they worked fine. Connie reached down to see if he had a bulge in his pants, he did and she was quite pleased by the size of it. 

Nate had ideas he wanted to try out on Connie and figured since she really turned him on, he would really be a top cat if he could turn her on as well. They had a great dinner, starting with their salad an bread sticks, then the four cheese sauce and ziti . of course a glass of wine and cold beer was nice too.

Nate did not know it but Connie had been working on the 'Moonlight sonata for a while and when they got back to his place she began to play it and Nate was more then impressed.

She had enough piano for the evening and they sat on his sofa and had a glass of wine as they listened to soft music on his stereo.

"So Nate, did wearing my glasses turn you on?"

"Yeah, that was nice, Connie. I don't know why they do what they do, maybe because they make you look so serious."

"Well, would you like to do some things, Nate?"

"Yeah, actually I have a few ideas that might turn you on as much as what you did for me."

Connie was so surprised, the last guy she had not only wanted her to satisfy his needs all the time but never showed an interest in making sure she was satisfied.

She had her glasses half down her nose, the light from an end table lamp was seen in them and she looked so hot.

"Well take off your blouse."

Connie did so. 

Nate started to remove her bra using only his teeth and she was liking that, sometimes licking her ears and neck and Connie began to feel a bit warmer and started breathing heavier.

"Connie, get that pair of gold glasses." There was something about the way he said that, that made Connie feel she was going to be turned on as well.

Nate began to drag her gold half-square glasses all over her aureola as he licked her other breast. He'd lick slowly then faster. He'd leave her glasses sitting on her tit as he grabbed her other and squeezed tightly and sucking on her breast as his tongue rolled over her nipple. 

Connie was making telltale sounds that spoke of the very pleasant feelings her body was going through.

Nate started to run the beads of her gold granny glasses back and forth against her nipple as he licked and kissed under her breast as well.

"Oh Nate, where'd you learn these things?"

Connie's voice was laden with lust, it had been sometime since her womanly needs were catered to and Nate was making her feel that way. She would have no problem with Nate's fetish for a woman's pair of half-glasses and beaded neckchain.

Nate put her glasses on the coffee table and started to kiss the tops of her sexy black patent dress heels then her ankles and right up to her inner thighs, then to the next leg, licking the tops of her heels then her ankles and up to her inner thighs, Connies legs spred for him.

Nate did not know she saw him kiss her heels but she liked seeing him do that and would tease him with them, maybe he'd like that, she would make sure he liked it.

He grabbed those gold half-square glasses and ran the beads over her love lips, her sexy labia was starting to swell a bit and Connie was moving around at the hips. Nate dragged her glasses over her pussy lips and saw Connies hand coming down.

Connies pussy having been touched was now rather moist and Nate stuck in his first two fingers and started to thrust them in and out, his fingers were curved upwards and he hit that magic spot that makes a woman tremble as orgasms flood her body, each one stronger than the preceding and he loved the swish swish as her sex juices covered his fingers and dripped down his hand. He took those sexy granny glasses and rubbed them over her pussy so they were smeared with her love juices then licked the stuff off them just as she licked his cum off her glasses awhile ago, not knowing Connie saw him do this and that got her even hotter.

"Oh Nate." 

Two words drenched with her love for a man who really turned her on. 

"That was the best ever, damn do I feel like a woman again, I love how you played with my pussy, how you got my sex juices all over my glasses and licked them off."

"Now it's your turn to feel good Nate, get up on the sofa."

Nate dropped his pants and got up on the sofa and Connie brought a chair over so she could sit next to him. She took off her patent black heels and began to rub them all over Nate's cock and he was rather surprised it showed an interest in her heels.

"This feel good Nate?" she asked as she dragged the sides of her patent black heels all over his cock, up and down his shaft under his balls, all over. Connie took the beaded chain for her gold half-square glasses and wrapped them round his cock and began to touch him all over with them but had left her heels half buried in his short an curlies. He kept swapping looks at Connie's hot tits or her silver half-glasses partway down her nose with the light of the end table lamp seen in them. Her beaded chain gently swaying as she touched Nate all over with her sexy glossy black heels and her gold half-square glasses and with his juices reaching a boil, Connie suddenly found her hand, heels and glasses to be smothered in a good amount of man sauce.

"Well Nate, that was the best ever, I can't believe how good I feel."

"I feel pretty good too Connie, what made you want to touch me with your heels?"

"I saw you lick the tops of'em Nate, just before you kissed my ankles and worked up to my inner thighs. I love the way you took off my bra with your teeth. You're such a great lover."