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Experiencing Something New Ch. 01

By: someoneyouknow



People who visit Las Vegas go through three stages. The first time they go, they're excited. They can't wait to see the millions of blinking lights, the near deafening sound of slot machines calling out to be played, the shouts of the people at the craps tables as they roll the dice. Then there are the shows, the food, the nightlife, the whole experience.

The second time they go, they're a bit more jaded. They know what to expect and are less likely to plunk down money in any slot machine but instead will try to seek out sights they hadn't seen the first time around. They pace themselves, making sure they don't sleep away their visit or worse, not remember it from a drunken stupor.

The third time, and thereafter, they're used to the scene. Scantily clad women walking across the casino floor barely garners their attention. Elvis coming by and shaking his hips garners a brief chuckle. They know what they want to do and get to it.

As for me, I had been to the place once before but coming from the East coast and having visited Atlantic City on numerous occasions, I was used to the glitz and glamor. Granted, the casinos in Atlantic City pale, by orders of magnitude, those in Las Vegas, but in the end, it's still just gambling, food and shows, all designed to separate you from your money.

Fortunately for me, I was making money in Vegas. I was on a six month assignment to help upgrade the security system at one of the casinos. Obviously I can't tell you which one or what the system involved, but I can tell you that even for someone as jaded as I am working around technology, this was an impressive system.

While the pay was good, pretty good actually, the downside was the long hours. Start at eight, work until six, rinse and repeat for six months with only Sunday off. It was grueling, time consuming work, supremely frustrating at times having to deal with what I considered slipshod practices by both the programming and installation staff during the testing and integration phases.

It was because of this workload that I stayed away from The Strip most of the time and found refuge in more family-style restaurants and diners as well as hunted out a few bars which the hotel staff suggested I could relax in to get a bite to eat.

I was two months in and sitting at the bar at one of these off-Strip locales, my hand hovering over the small notepad I carried around, when I felt someone sit beside me and as is normal human nature, took a quick look to see who the person was. I was pleasantly surprised to see a pair of legs which my eyes followed up to the hem of a short, black skirt. Glancing up, my eyes were caught by the comforting gaze of the dark-haired beauty who had sat down.

She politely smiled at me then caught the attention of the bartender who came over and took her order. Giving her the perfunctory smile in return, I looked at the mirror behind the bar both to see how I looked (it had been a rough day) and to steal some more glances at her.

Not trying to be too obvious as I looked at her, I began scribbling notes. Nothing in particular, just some thoughts on the system. I would look up, as if in deep thought, then drop my head and write some more. The whole time I could feel her next to me, her leg inches from mine in the confines of the bar.

"Excuse me," I heard her say, "but I haven't seen you in here before."

That had to be the cheesiest line a hooker could use and having been around the block a few times, I could only chuckle.

"You are correct," I told her, putting down my pen as I looked at her. "This is my first time. Some folks suggested this place so I stopped by."

Now able to look at her squarely, her black skirt was complemented by a white, halter-style top which dove down her body, nicely separating her breasts. Her hair glinted in the light of the bar, highlights dancing across its dark lengths which I now saw to be a deep chestnut. A subtle grin curled her lips as she rested her chin in her hand, her deep, dark eyes peering into mine.

"Should I say welcome?" she asked, taking a sip of her drink then putting her chin back in her hand.

I grinned, telling her, "I guess. I've been to Vegas before, just not here."

"So what brings you here?" she continued, her eyes never wavering from mine.

I gave her the short version of my story, keeping the facts down to a minimum, not wanting to get involved with anything at the moment.

"So of all the bars in this city, you chose this one," her voice purred, "and here I am."

I couldn't not laugh at her attempts to have something approximating a conversation. After all, everyone needs a job.

"Please don't think I'm being rude," I started, trying to be as polite as possible, "but I don't want you wasting your time when you could be out finding someone else more willing."

At first she had no reaction. Then, when she caught my subtle hint, she laughed, her voice breaking the quiet murmurings of the others in the bar.

"I'm not sure if I should be flattered or offended that you think I'm like that," she told me after taking another sip and calming down, "but I work at one of the casinos. I don't work The Strip. I wish I did because I would be making more money!"

Slightly embarrassed at my assumption, I apologized, telling her, "Apparently my intuition let me down in this case. Sorry."

"Don't be," she said, moving in her seat to inch closer to me. "At least I know what else I could do if I lose my job."

Now it was my turn to laugh. Though I had no clue who she was, the fact that she had a sense of humor and could roll with the punches made me feel more comfortable.

"Besides," she continued, her voice growing softer and deeper, her grin returning to her lips, "your intuition is letting you down twice."

Immediately I gave her a confused look, unsure what she meant by her comment.

She didn't say anything else, the grin growing almost to a smile, the edge of her foot lightly grazing my leg.

"Obviously I'm missing something so rather than playing twenty questions, could you fill me in?" While I was enjoying our conversation, trying to move the project forward had left me short of patience. I took a drink, the alcohol coursing through me as I went back on alert from her comment.

Taking another sip of her drink, she casually looked at me before saying, "Not all girls are created alike."

Then it hit me. Why the thought popped into my head I can't tell you, but it did, and as I took a good look at her I saw the subtle signs. I smiled, telling her, "Ahh, now I got ya."

Still grinning at me, she rubbed her foot against my leg, her eyes following me as I took another drink then asking, "No comment?"

"No, you are who you are," I said, "though now it's my turn to be flattered. Unfortunately, I'm not like that."

"Not interested?" she queried, taking a sip and purposefully placing her drink back on the bar.

Holding up my glass, I told her, "Not drunk enough," and finished off the drink.

"We can fix that," she persisted, smirking as she said it.

I laughed and got the bartenders attention, ordering myself another drink and putting hers on my tab. From that point on we talked, dancing in repartee, each jousting with the other though it was more me fending off than lunging forward. During our talk we finally exchanged names, hers being Amy. Though she and I got along well, my schedule demanded an early start to my day and I had to apologize to her when I looked at my watch and realized what time it was.

"Things were just getting interesting," she commented, almost leering at me as I stood and paid the bill.

"Yes it was," I agreed, "but as you know, all good things must come to an end."

"You're in town for a few more months, right?" she asked.

Nodding, I told her I would be around until August.

"Maybe we could bump into each other again?"

"Maybe," was my short reply, smiling as I said it, though truth be told, it was nice having someone to talk to who didn't spout lines of code.

"I'll be waiting," were her final words as I shook her surprisingly soft hand and waved to the bartender who nodded in acknowledgment.

It was six more days until I returned to the same bar, my job that week a true burden as I worked through each of the unending issues, and I was somewhat disappointed when I didn't see her waiting for me. Hunkering down at the far end of the bar, I kept looking at the door, hoping she would walk in and as I was considering leaving, there she was. This time she had on a jean skirt and t-shirt, her feet clicking across the floor in a pair of ankle-strapped heels. Though I knew who she was, I admired her and the way she moved as she came towards me.

"Look who I found," she said as she set herself in the chair, grinning from ear-to-ear.

"You're late," I joked with her, holding up my wrist and pointing to my watch.

"I didn't know we had a date," she countered, giving the bartender her order.

We picked up where we had left off, her foot again rubbing against my leg, her hand occasionally reaching out to lightly touch my arm.

"Have you had enough to drink?" she eventually asked, that grin glued to her lips.

Chuckling, I told her, "Sorry, not yet."

"Too bad," she replied, almost disappointed at my response.

"So I have to ask, how come you're so interested in me?"

Taking a sip of her drink, she gathered her thoughts then explained she had been coming to this bar off and on for some time and when she saw me sitting at the bar, all by myself, someone she didn't recognize, she was initially just being nice. However, after a minute or two of checking me out she thought I had that cute/handsome combination and decided to talk to me.

"So I struck a chord with you, huh?" I asked, flattered at her compliment.

"Something like that."

"And let me guess, you're not going to let me alone until I give in."

"I'll do my best."

"I could always find another bar," I teased.

"That would be cruel," she replied, looking down and fingering her drink.

"Well Amy, I don't want to disappoint you any further so I'll be going." I sucked down the last of my drink and left the money on the bar.

"You're not leaving because of me?" she asked, her eyes losing their warmth as I stood.

"No, don't worry. It's just my job calling me," I told her, pointing to my watch.

"Don't you get a break?"

"Just Sundays," I replied. "Seems ironic, doesn't it? In Sin City, I get Sunday off."

She laughed and gracefully left her chair, standing an inch or two taller than me in her heels, and waited. Taking her hand, I held it firmly and looking into her eyes told her, "My dear, it's been a pleasure, but now I must go. To you, I leave the world."

Surprised at my words, her mouth parted, her words momentarily caught, then gushed, "Oh, I must have a date with you."

I wrinkled my mouth, pausing, then told her, "I'll tell you what. Since it would be nice to have at least one meal where I wasn't alone, you be here on Saturday, eight o'clock sharp, and I'll take you to dinner."

Her face burst into a bright smile and she gave me a hug, her breasts pressing into me as I saw people reflected in the mirror looking at us.

It was somewhat odd, feeling her hold me, intellectually knowing who she was, but she felt good nestled against me.

"This isn't a date," I told her as I disengaged. "I just like spending time with you. You are a welcome distraction from my work, so don't read anything into this."

"A distraction? I can be more than a distraction," she offered, easing her body into me.

"I'm sure you could, but let us not sully what we have with such thoughts. Let us enjoy our time together, however brief." I didn't want to lead her on, after all I would be leaving in a few months, but she was getting under my skin, my mind occasionally having a daydream at work. Besides, we got along great together.

"Such formality," was her exaggerated response. The back of her hand slid up my chest, my body tingling at her touch as she rubbed against me.

"Til Saturday," I told her and left her with a smile.

The next morning I had second thoughts. As I ate breakfast in my room, savoring the quiet before the storm, I wondered if I should have been so forthcoming in offering to take her to dinner but after mulling it over, realized the worst that could happen was she would lose interest in me and I would once again be alone as I sat in a bar or ate dinner. In our talks, neither of us asked how to get in touch with the other so I was committed whether I liked it or not.

The days clipped by, the system slowly coming together as I imposed my capacity for organization on the programming and installation personnel, finally seeing some sign that the security system would be up and running, correctly, on the execution date several months down the line. This little bit of good news was a great stress reliever and after I signed out on Saturday night, I was feeling upbeat and looking forward to my upcoming evening.

Returning to my room, I cleaned up, letting the warm, almost hot streams of water of the shower wash away the stress and tension of the day. I dressed casually, dark slacks and a crisp baby-blue shirt, and drove to the bar, waiting in the small parking lot for her to arrive. At five minutes before eight I saw her get out of a cab and go inside. I hurried after her and came up behind her as she was looking around the bar.

"This way," I said, Amy snapping her head around at my voice.

"There you are! I thought you had stood me up."

Laughing, I shook my head. "No, I would never do that. When I say I'll do something, I will. Ready?"

She beamed with anticipation and I held the door for her as we left. Under the artificial glow of the lights on our way to my car I took a good look at her. She looked hot in her black leather skirt, a long-sleeved, sheer black shirt with strategically placed panels adding to her sexy look. Complementing her outfit were fishnet stockings and black boots, her dark, lightly wavy hair sliding over her shoulders as we walked. She caught me looking and smiled, I returning the look and hitting the remote lock on the car.

"Should I hold the door or is that a bit much?" I asked.

"Don't want to help me in?" was her reply as she sashayed around to the passenger side.

Giving her a smirk, I dutifully went around and held the door for her, my eyes naturally gravitating to the length of her exposed legs as she slid into the seat. Making sure the door was secured, I got in and began our evening activities, her response at hearing we were going to Excalibur less than complimentary.

"What?!" was her first response. "That place is a tourist trap," was her second.

I laughed, telling her since I was the one paying for the meal, I got to choose where we went. Besides, wasn't all of Vegas a tourist trap?

That comment caused her to cut short any response she may have had and she sat in her seat, quiet for almost the whole trip until she mentioned seeing someone she knew walking on the street as we sat at a red light. As we walked through the garage towards the elevators she practically pleaded with me to go somewhere else, anywhere else. She even offered to pay.

"Look," I told her, "I offered to take you out on a non-date and you agreed. If all you're going to do is complain, you're on your own."

She stared at me, her mouth clenched tight. I could see she wanted to say something but my tone short-circuited her response. Sighing, she turned and we made our way to the Tournament of Kings show. We were seated down low, almost in the lap of the action, and watched as the spectacle unfolded in the ring; the march of the drummers, the pounding of the horses hooves, the clashing of swords. She loosened up as things progressed, even smiling a few times, my comments about the costumes and action helping her along.

"How come you know so much about this stuff?" she asked.

Trying to suppress my smile, I told her I used to play Dungeons and Dragons when I was younger and while I no longer keep up with it, I do dabble in medieval history.

"Oh my god!" she squealed. "You were a geek in high school, weren't you?"

I laughed at her comment, shaking my head and telling her, "I wish."

She then queried me on the subject, I pointing out the inaccuracies of the costumes, the way the sword fights progressed, and a myriad of other issues which I knew were there only for the entertainment of the crowd. After my pontification of the subject, she looked at me, grinning, her hand sliding across my knee.

"Not in public, dear," I joked, turning my attention back to the show.

Whispering in my ear so the people around us couldn't hear, she asked, "How about in private?"

"You're not going to let that go, are you?" I asked.

"I'm not holding anything at the moment," she countered.

Realizing this could go on for a while, I shook my head and returned to the actors in their armor as they played out their mock battle. The remainder of the meal and show finished without incident, Amy finally succumbing to the festivities and admitting it wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be.

"Ye of little faith," I said as we filtered out with the rest of the people.

Without saying anything she slipped her arm in mine, holding on to me as we left until the crowds thinned. I guided us to the casino floor and was able to secure a spot at the end of a blackjack table, to the dealer's right, and let her sit on the chair as I stood and played. Though watching the cards be dealt, I caught the guys at the table taking looks at her crossed legs as she sat off to my left and inwardly wondered what their reactions would be if they knew what I knew.

I played for about an hour, coming out fractionally ahead, along the way getting dealt some amazing hands, some strung together one after the other.

"Talk about luck," one of the other players commented as his chips were taken away.

"She's my good luck charm," I joked, patting Amy's knee.

"Care to rub some of that luck on me?" another asked, eying her as he said it.

I looked at Amy who did her best to suppress her laughter, rolling her lips as she tried not to smile too much. We drank as I gambled, Amy taking care of the tips to the girl who waited on us. When we left, all heads followed her and I looked at her, smiling at our inside knowledge.

Taking my "winnings", we went to the craps table where I let her throw the dice. Like the show, she wasn't too keen on the game but like me, she strung together several good rolls which got her excited as the pile of chips grew. While she did this, I had to keep from laughing as I watched two guys at the other end of the table leer at her when she leaned over to throw the dice. Though the panels on her shirt hid the obvious from sight, she had nothing on underneath and the sheer black fabric didn't leave anything to the imagination.

Though she eventually sevened out, she wanted to stay as other shooters took their turn, ending up with a slightly larger, small pile of winnings before cashing in our chips and calling it a night. I gave her most of my winnings, partly to compensate her for the tips she had given to the cocktail servers and partially to thank her for her time. She protested but I told her not to worry about it, that I was enjoying myself and this was just a small way of saying thank you.

Walking through the garage, she again slipped her arm inside mine, holding me as the cool air whispered against us.

"So how about it?" she asked as we came to the car, turning to lean against the door before I could open it.

"How about what?"

"How about a rub for good luck."

I laughed at her insistence, telling her, "Don't you mean rub one out?"

"I may have to after tonight," she answered.

Gently I pushed her to the side so I could open the door, watching as she slunk into the car and as I was closing the door, saw the hem of her skirt riding high on her thighs. Securing the door, I got in and asked, "Which way?"


Experiencing Something New Ch. 01



"To where?"

"Your place."

"You're coming back with me?" she asked, her voice filled with hope and anticipation.

"No," I said, "just taking you home. Being the good non-date."

Disappointed, she gave me directions to her place as we pulled on to South Las Vegas Boulevard, our trip ending at an apartment complex some place in the city.

"So, everything okay with our non-date?" I asked, turning in my seat to look at her.

"Would you like to come up?" she replied, ignoring my question.

"Now?"

"You don't work tomor... today, do you?" she corrected herself as she looked at the car clock.

"No."

"Then you can come up and relax and stay out late since you don't have to get up for work," she continued. "A drink or two won't kill you."

Unable to deflect her logical entreaty, I sighed and agreed to keep our non-date going. I don't know what I was expecting but her apartment was neat, having a modern look to it, shiny surfaces reflecting light as she lit up the rooms.

"Nice," was my comment, impressed at how much better her place looked than did the apartment I was renting.

"Thanks. What will you have?" she asked as she went to the kitchen.

"Wine is fine."

"Red or white?"

"Let's go with white. A bit softer on the palate."

"Make yourself at home. I'll be right out."

Finding a spot on her sofa, I settled in and relaxed, looking around her place as I waited for my drink. In short order she came out, drinks in hand, smiling, and handed me mine before sitting next to me.

"So this is what you casino workers do with the money you get from your overpriced rooms," I joked after taking a sip.

Amy laughed, turning her body towards me, again repeating she wished she made more money.

"Just do what I do," I told her, "tell people what they need to do and make sure they do it."

"Really?" she asked.

"That's all there is to it."

Sipping her drink, Amy mulled over what I said then started up a conversation which continued for some time. She refilled our glasses, bringing out the bottle rather than going back and forth to the kitchen, and we talked about our lives, our travels, funny stories, whatever came to mind. We laughed and joked as the night wore on until Amy put her glass on the table then leaned across me to turn off the light to leave just one lit in the room. She slid her warm, lean body over my legs, grinning as she sat up.

"Stay with me," she whispered in my ear, taking my drink and placing it next to hers, her fingers playing with a shirt button.

The soft caress of her voice seeped into me, tempting me, the drinks of the night loosening my thoughts.

Silent, I looked at her, her dark eyes fixed on me, her hand falling down to lie in my lap and gently squeeze. Leaning into me, her sheer top almost revealed her yet seductively kept her hidden. Her lips brushed mine before she stood and slowly unbuttoned her shirt until the thin material peeled away from her body and was tossed to the side. Reaching behind her, she undid her skirt which fell to the floor, kicking it to the side with her foot and placed her hands on her hips as she presented herself to me. 

"I know I'm not the normal girl you would come home with, but since you're in Sin City, why not live a little?"

I didn't know what to say, my mind trying to process competing thoughts in its fuzzy, alcoholic state. Her breasts were tempting, not quite round but noticeably firm, while the length of her fully shorn cock was pulled tight as it curled to her waist behind her stockings. My pulse quickened and I grew hard at her sight, my mind conjuring up dark thoughts from deep within. Though I had told her all along I wasn't interested, I was now, with no thought as to why.

Taking a few steps, she stood directly in front of me and whispered, "Give me your hand," her own extended which I took. She pulled me forward to the edge of the sofa, my hand firmly held in hers until she pressed it against the hard outline of her cock. Though fuzzy from the drinks, excitement and trepidation mingled fiercely as I felt her behind the weave of the material. I traced it with my fingers, the ridge beneath the mesh standing out, coming to its pliable head pressed against her body.

"Touch me," she whispered.

I did, my fingers curling around her length despite the interference of her stockings, its girth invigorating, its warmth comforting. There was something arousing at feeling a dick which wasn't my own, its hardness familiar yet thoroughly unique. Her hand still resting on mine, she used her other hand to pull down on the waistband and her cock sprang free. My fingers slid over her meaty shaft, feeling her skin, watching a vein throbbing as I touched her.

"Feel me," she encouraged, my fingers gliding over her length. As if it was the natural thing to do, I wrapped my hand about her shaft and began to lightly pump her.

I felt her watching me, my eyes wide as I watched myself stroke her. I was entranced at what I saw, her thick cock moving as my hand moved, her cockhead pulsing in time to my strokes.

A hand moved to my shoulder and in a raspy voice she instructed me, "Taste me."

I felt compelled to feel her in my mouth, to wrap my lips about the stiffness in my hand. My heart was racing as I pumped her, my thoughts a hazy blur as I did as she asked. In a dreamy state I opened my mouth, my hand tightening about the base of her shaft, and leaning in, took her inside.

I was overwhelmed at how she felt in my mouth. Her slightly salty taste mixed with her hardness, her girth spreading my lips and resting on my tongue. I heard her exhale, her hand pressing into me as I leaned forward and sucked on her.

"That feels good," I heard her say, my eyes closed as I began to bob my head. I gently sucked on it, my lips sealed around her as my hand held her. I felt the ripples of her shaft slide across my lips, my tongue dragging up her length. When I came to the top I slobbered across her bulbous head, my tongue flicking this way and that as I tasted her.

"Like that," Amy told me, her hand on my shoulder sliding to my face then curling in my hair. "Suck me," she hissed.

Doing as told, I sucked her, her hips pushing forward to push her cock into my mouth. She gently held my head as she began to fuck my face, my eyes now open and looking up as she peered down at me. I held her hips as the sounds of my sucking cracked in the otherwise silent room, her length pumping in and out of my mouth, its slick thickness filling me as she watched me. 

Her cock in my mouth was incredible and I grew hungry for her, entranced at how she felt as she slipped between my lips. Though my jaw started to ache, I continued to suck on her, hearing her moans and encouraging words, her hips rhythmically thrusting as she stuffed my mouth.

"You feel so good," she cooed, both her hands now resting on my shoulders as she let me do the work.

As did she. She felt good in my mouth, her skin slick with my saliva as I tasted her, my head sliding back and forth. I let her fall from my mouth and took hold of her cock inches from my face. I watched as it moved, feeling its length slide in my hand, her cockhead swelling as I pulled up, a drop of precum bubbling from its tip.

I licked her, the taste fleeting, barely noticeable, but I had my first taste of her.

Amy moaned as my tongue scraped across her slit, her hands digging into my shoulders as I stretched my jaw. I stroked her, my eyes glued to her cock which pulsed in my hand.

"Suck me!" she hissed, pulling me forward on to her pole, my mouth slurping its length as it was forced between my lips. I grasped her hips as my head was held, Amy using me to pleasure herself. Her fingers again curled in my hair, her cock thrusting into my mouth then yanked away for a moment before shoved back inside.

Without another word I held my position as Amy's cock slid in and out at a constant pace. My eyes were closed as she fucked my face, the friction of her shaft sliding across my lips an unreal sensation.

I heard her labored breaths grow short and sharp, her hips bucking faster as the seconds ticked by. I looked up to see her looking at me, her jaw clenched as she thrust her hips. I heard her staggered breaths then felt her cock surge to hardness, my mouth sealed around her as she spewed her cum into my mouth.

I swallowed her salty seed, the taste unlike anything I had before, stream after stream gushing forth as I cleared my mouth. I breathed hard as she continued her fucking, sucking on her spurting cock pulsing between my lips. I closed my eyes as I drank from her, my head held firmly in place as her cock dove between my lips. My head danced back and forth to her thrusts, sucking and drinking for as long as she came. 

She slowed then stopped, her spent cock sliding from my mouth as I moved my jaw to relieve the soreness. I took deep breaths to calm myself, her taste lingering with me, her hand loosely held against me.

Neither of us moved for a time, my eyes following her softening dick before looking up and seeing the contented look on her face.

"You must be ready to explode," she said looking down at me and smiling.

I didn't respond, my mind still processing what I had just done as my cock strained at my pants.

She told me to take off my clothes and as I did, watched as she removed her boots and stripped out of her fishnets, the entire ensemble piling on top of her skirt. She was now completely naked, hands on hips as she watched me.

"Nice," was all she said, coming up to me and with little fanfare rubbing her hand up and down my stiff cock. I was tender from being hard for so long and she knew it, not playing with me too much before giving me a peck on the lips and telling me she would be right back. She left me alone for mere moments, returning with a small tube.

"You're going to fuck me," she told me, "and don't hold back. I want you to shoot your cum as deep into me as you can." Opening the tube, she squirted out a dollop and gingerly smeared the top half of my cock which twitched as her slippery touch threatened to send me over the edge.

"Hang on," she told me, "don't cum yet." Wiping her hand on a napkin, she turned and knelt with one leg on the sofa while her other leg was on the floor, her hands braced on the sofa arm. Her ass presented to me, I needed no encouragement or prodding and stepped between her legs. Holding my shaft with one hand, I pulled her apart and jammed my cock into her hole.

"Uhh!" she grunted, my forced intrusion stronger than she anticipated.

"That's it," her voice told me, "sink into my ass." She looked over her shoulder at me, her anal muscles flexing against my passage, the lube allowing me to slide easily inside. Her tightness gripped me, quivering as her hole expanded at my entrance, my need to fuck something, anything, clouding my thoughts. I pushed my way in until my hips met her ass, her walls sliding against my cockhead, my breaths labored as I held myself back.

"Fuck me," she growled, pushing back against me, my dick in her ass forced deep inside until she pulled away from me and her anal ring slide over my shaft.

My hardness took over and grabbing her hips, I fucked her, ramming my cock into her ass then yanking it back before driving it home again.

"Oh yeah!" she wailed, tossing her head as she looked at me, "like that. Fuck me!" Her face sneered with joy as I fucked her, her body jerking in time to my thrusts, the slippery passage of my cock past her puckered opening nearly effortless and quite sublime.

She leaned her body down, raising her ass to me and I placed a foot on the sofa so I could pump my cock almost straight down. I heard her muffled moans, her breaths long and quivering, but this only served to excite me further, spurring me on to fuck her. I watched as my cock pulled back from her hole, briefly popping free then shoving it back inside, hearing her groans as she was now used for my pleasure. Though sore, I couldn't cum, my dick as hard as ever as I repeatedly pulled it out then forced it back in. The sensation of the compression as I entered her was exhilarating, my hips thrusting faster with every second.

I breathed hard, my cock tense as I fucked her, her voice a stream of guttural groans. With blinding speed I fucked her, my teeth gritted as I desperately tried to cum, relentless in my pursuit of this one goal.

With a surge from deep in my balls I shot myself into her, my hips thrusting my cock into her ass as my streams filled her. My hands were locked about her waist, my foot buried in the couch as I used it for leverage to drive myself down into her, her body nearly pinned between me and the sofa. Over and over I spurted my load into her, the sloppy, wet sound of my cock as I pistoned in and out competing with the sounds of my release. Her ass flexed as I fucked her, gripping me tight, milking me for whatever I had.

Finally I stopped, hovering over her bent body, my cock sunk into her ass as I caught my breath. I felt light-headed, my chest heaving from exertion, my hands loosely holding on to her waist as I recovered. Amy lifted herself, pulling slightly away from me as she rested on the arm of the sofa and looking back at me smiled, words unnecessary as we relaxed.

When I felt myself starting to soften I carefully pulled myself from her, grimacing as my cockhead was squeezed when passing through her hole. Amy grunted when I left her and I looked down to see her hole quivering, as if beckoning me to come back inside. She stood and kissed me then left me alone, my body tired as I sank on to the cushion. I heard the soft whir of a fan and a short time later she reappeared holding a wash cloth.

"Here," she said, presenting the cloth to me. Without comment I took the cloth, feeling how warm it was, and cleaned myself, the wrapping of its warmth about my flaccid dick very comforting.

"Let's go to bed," she told me, holding out her hand which I took and followed her to her bedroom. Like the rest of her place her bedroom was neat, everything in its place. She let me use the bathroom first, extra supplies on hand for apparently such situations, and when finished, I slid on to her bed which she vacated to finish for the night. I was sprawled face down, taking up most of the bed when she returned, running her hand across my ass as if in contemplation, then sat beside me.

"We can't sleep if you're going to hog the bed," she said in my ear.

I turned and looked at her, the soft, diffused light in the room from a single lamp giving her features a serene look. I pulled myself to the side of the bed, giving her enough room to slide next to me, and turned my spent body over to lie on my back. Amy slid next to me, lying her head on my shoulder, her hand resting on my chest, and we slept, content with each other.

When I woke my mouth was dry and sore, my naked body lying on the bed, my mind hazily remembering the events which took place. As I stretched, my hand bumped into Amy's back, her body turned away from me as she slept. At my touch her head lifted and twisted to look over her shoulder, her sleepy eyes meeting mine. Turning to face me, she grinned, gliding across the short distance between our bodies to nestle against mine.

"Morning," she sighed, taking up her position on my shoulder.

Though no longer under the influence of an alcoholic stupor, I instinctively wrapped my arm behind her, her long, dark tresses cascading across my arm. We stayed like this, our bodies coming to life in the late morning, her hand sliding down to cover my dick.

"Mmmm," she purred, "I think I'll have a snack," and before I could speak, her head followed her hand and her mouth engulfed me.

Her lips gently sucked on me as I grew hard, her hand rubbing my balls as she slurped over my growing length. I said nothing, the exquisite effect of her mouth overriding any other thought I might have had. I spread my legs, her hand continuing to rub my sack, her head slowly bobbing up and down as my dick hardened. Her hand cradled me, my dick almost fully hard, her tongue flicking across my cockhead with the lightest of touch, my pulse rising as she pleasured me.

I pressed my hand into her shoulder to let her know she shouldn't stop, my breaths growing stronger the longer she continued. Whispered moans escaped my lips, her mouth an effervescent delight on my shaft, my body responding as her hand tugged on me. I ran my fingers through her hair, the soft, cool locks sliding free until I took hold of a bunch in my grasp. I pulled it tight and held her in place, my hips rising and falling to fuck her mouth.

Her wet slobbers pierced the air as her tongue swirled around my cock, my hand holding her hair tight, the sensual sounds of her enjoyment filling my ears. As she took me inside I pushed against her back, my hand releasing her hair as my cock sank down her throat.

Amy slid her free hand down and rubbed my balls, a finger then pressing against my hole. I inhaled when she pressed into me, my legs spreading, my knees rising, as her finger moved in small circles. Her mouth locked on my cock, her touch burrowed up my spine, my body moaning to her stimulation.

I held her down, my arousal complete, wanting to cum, wanting her to drink me. I gripped her hair and thrust her mouth on and off my cock, her lips grazing my cockhead as I forced myself into her. In moments I felt myself on the edge.

When I came my cum streamed out of me at high speed down her throat, the sounds of her swallows clearly heard. My hips bucked on the bed, her finger pressing into me as I came, my mouth gulping for air as she sucked my seed from me.

With a sudden finality she stopped, her finger still pressed against me. My hand fell from her hair as I took deep breaths, her warm face lying on me as she held my drooping dick in her mouth, her tongue gently sliding around me, cleaning me, emptying me.

With one last slurp my dick popped from her mouth, my body jerking at the sensation, and Amy slid up my body, her arm lying on my chest.

"Feel good?" she asked, giving my cheek a peck.

I nodded, still catching my breath, my body completely relaxed as I came down from my orgasmic high.

"Ya know, I think you might like my friend," she told me, giving my shoulder a kiss.

"Hmm?"

"You might like her. She's more petite than I am with gorgeous, shiny hair."

Her words were being understood and I turned to look at her. She was grinning, seeing that I was processing what she meant.

"I don't think so," I told her.

"Why not? Isn't that what you said about me?" She rose on her arm to look down at me and ran her hand across my chest.

"I was drunk," I told her. Looking at her, my eyes glanced down her length, pausing as I looked at her dick nestled between her legs.

"And you weren't just now?"

"That was different," I said.

"How?"

I couldn't answer. How was it different that I let her suck me dry whereas last night I not only had done the same, but fucked her in the ass as well?

"That's what I thought," she said, her confident voice letting me know she was right. Her breasts pressed into me as she leaned over and kissed my cheek, telling me, "You're cute when you're confused. Let's get a shower and I'll make you breakfast."

I watched as she slid from the bed and went to her bathroom, the light glaring at me as she got the shower ready. Outlined in the frame as she waited the few seconds for the water to warm, I looked over her body, the incongruity of what I was seeing still not registering. With a sigh of resignation I followed her.

In the shower we had to change positions to wash which Amy deliberately used as an excuse to rub against me as we soaped up our bodies. She smiled at me when she caught me looking at her and displayed herself for my benefit. I had to admit she had a nice dick, its shape and size holding my gaze for several moments until I looked at her wet, glistening breasts. I turned away to rinse, my confused mind filled with a cacophony of thoughts. Somewhere, out on the fringes of what I had always known I wanted, something was intruding, pushing me to question myself.




Experiencing Something New Ch. 01



When I finished I let her have her turn. I watched as the soap washed down her body, looking down at her dick when she turned to rinse her back. What happened next was one of those things I can't explain. I looked at her and reaching out with my hand, cupped her balls.

Caught off guard, Amy quickly relaxed and leaned against the shower wall, the water cascading down her body as I felt the exquisite softness contrasting with the light roughness of her skin. We eyed each other, her hand on my shoulder as I rubbed her. Though I shouldn't have been, I grew excited, my hand grazing her cock which had begun to swell. I pressed my hand on the underside of her shaft, lightly rubbing against her and feeling her hardness.

My heart thumped in my chest as I felt her, the sensation completely different from last night when I dreamed my way through the encounter. Now awake, I felt her fully in my hand, the hard length jutting from her body. I looked down and gazed upon her, my hand wrapped about her, my pulse quickening as I pumped her.

My heart pounded in my chest as I thought about what I was going to do and what it meant. The more I thought the harder my heart beat, now conscious of my own breathing as its pace increased as well. I steeled myself, my body almost shaking as I willed myself to do it.

Kneeling before her, I held her erect dick and before I could change my mind opened my mouth and closed my lips around her shaft. I breathed hard through my nose, my heart racing as I fully understood what I was doing, gently sucking on her as I felt her weight in my mouth.

Amy said nothing as I sucked her. I was shaking, the realization that I was doing this of my own accord, that I wanted to taste her, almost overwhelmed me as I pulled my head back and ran my tongue around the smooth skin of her cockhead. She felt good in my mouth, her wet, clean taste energizing as I bobbed my head. Trying to remember how women had done it to me, as well as what I had done last night, I pumped her shaft, my head moving back and forth in stuttered motions.

The sound of the water suddenly stopped and with wide eyes I looked up to see Amy's arm coming back to rest, a mere trickle of water dribbling from the shower. She said nothing, watching me with barely parted lips, almost a grin, her hand reaching out to rest on my wet hair as if to comfort me. I sank her cock into my mouth, feeling my lips expand as her length slid to the back of my throat where I held her for several seconds, unmoving.

I heard a long, satisfied exhale as I drew back, my lips tight against her shaft as I pulled in my cheeks to suck on her. I pumped her, watching her cock pulse in my hand, looking up to see Amy watching me, now smiling. I reached out with my tongue and swiped it on the underside of her cock, Amy groaning as I flicked the tip against her. Around and around her cockhead I went, sliding this way and that, her airy gasps loud in the confined space.

This experience, of sucking on a cock and hearing the pleasured moans of another person, aroused me both physically and mentally. I knew how it felt to be done to me and now wanted to do the same. Taking her in my mouth, I sucked on just her cockhead like a large, pliable lollipop before sliding my lips over her, my mouth tight around her shaft as I pulled back.

Amy groaned, her hips pushing her cock forward to be sucked, her fingers tightening in my hair to hold me. I twisted my head as I pulled back then tightened my mouth and slid her cock to my throat. With deliberation I sucked her, hearing her gasps, her hissed words encouraging me to take her. Her hips began to pump, her cock sliding between my fingers wrapped around her and into my mouth, the friction of her against me stimulating her more.

My head bobbed faster, my hand around her cock pushing back to hold her in position as I sucked, my hand on her hip digging in to steady myself. My body rocked on my knees, the hard floor of the tub grating, my body cool from the water as it evaporated off me. I could feel Amy tensing, her charged breaths loud, her muscles driving her cock into my mouth.

Faster I stroked her, my fingers circled tight about her shaft creating a pulsing effect, my mouth glued to her cock as I waited for her. With a loud gasp Amy came, her cum shooting free to land on my tongue. I swallowed, the sticky, salty taste coating my cheeks as her next stream surged forth, larger than the first and which I also drank. Her cock throb in my mouth as she came, her hand holding me tight as she quickly thrust her cock back and forth, deep, husky breaths sounding as she released herself into my mouth. I loved sucking her and they way she felt in my mouth.

I held my position, moving my head to help her, her aroused calls dissipating as her motions slowed down. Her dick began to soften but I held her, tasting her, swallowing what she had, my tongue sliding around her dick as it fell free. My heart beat strong in my chest, my face most certainly flushed as I stood, Amy leaning against the shower wall, looking at me with half-opened eyes, grinning, her chest heaving. Coming beside her, I slipped my arm behind her and leaned over, clamping my lips around her nipple to suckle on her, hearing her groan as her back arched, a hand holding me to her.

Popping my mouth free, I turned the shower back on, the initial stream of cool water invigorating, the warm streams which followed relaxing.

Amy said nothing as she breathed, her smile brightening as her hand ran across my chest.

Without a word I left her to finish, her taste in my mouth as I cleaned up. I was almost finished drying when she came out, her dark, wet hair clinging to her shoulders.

"There's a white robe in my closet you can use," she told me as she dried, my eyes again falling on her swaying dick then moving to her breasts which barely jiggled.

Finding the robe, the cool, soft loops of cotton wrapping around me. I pulled the belt tight and went to the living room, gathering my things into a messy pile. Amy followed shortly, wearing a silky kimono-style robe which fell only to her thighs.

I watched as she strode to her kitchen, catching a glimpse of her breasts as the top of her robe bowed open. She was on her phone and I heard her talking, occasionally glancing at me and grinning. She finished and waved me over to a chair, getting out what she needed to make our breakfast even though it was approaching the noon hour.

We made small talk as she prepared our meal, no mention of anything or anyone else though I knew what she had planned. I grew nervous but never said a word, doubts creeping into the back of my head as I realized what was going to happen next.

Our conversations continued as we ate, Amy sitting across from me at the small table and being the good host as she offered me seconds on everything which I politely declined. When finished, she came up behind me and wrapping her arms about me, gave my neck a kiss, telling me to follow her so we could get ready.

I stood and hesitated, her words sinking in. She turned to look at me and came back.

"You don't have to if you don't want," she reassured me, her fingers trailing up the edge of my robe. "I just thought you might enjoy Tina."

"You mean you thought I might enjoy some T and A?"

Amy laughed at my sly joke, caught off guard as the tension between us momentarily disappeared.

"Now that you put it that way, yes."

I grinned at my own joke, the deflection a quick relief from my internal examinations. Though I looked at Amy and saw what I knew she was, there was still something ineffable about her.

"Why don't you help me get ready and if you're still unsure, you can leave. Okay?"

I nodded my agreement and followed her to the bedroom where she let her robe slide from her body and gracefully laid it on the bed. Picking up a wide hair brush, she ran it through her dark locks, her head moving this way and that as she smoothed out her thick mane.

"Why don't you do this?" she said, turning to hand the brush to me as she sat on the bed. Without a word I did her bidding, sliding behind her and soon enjoying the sensual act of brushing her hair until it was soft and almost dry. I couldn't help myself and ran my fingers through it, feeling its silky smoothness slide across my hand.

"Good?" she asked.

"About as good as I can make it," I told her. She turned and smiled, giving me a quick peck before going to the bathroom and handing me a bottle of lotion. 

"Can you do my back?" she asked, lying face down and close to the edge of the bed.

Rubbing the lotion into her skin, I let my mind wander, forgetting for a moment where I was and who I was with. I finished her back and as she turned over, took the bottle from me.

"Why don't you get yourself ready," she told me as she began to apply the lotion to her front.

I made myself as presentable I could under the circumstances, my nervousness growing the more I thought about my situation. I should have just walked away, thanking Amy for her time and chalking up what happened to one of those, "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" kind of moments yet I kept seeing Amy as she was last night, and this morning, the incongruity of everything keeping me in place.

By the time I finished Amy had done the same and was pulling on her robe. Now somewhat primped, she looked tantalizing in the silky material, the outline of her breasts showing as the smooth material flowed over their shapes. She smiled at me, asking "Still nervous?"

I nodded, telling her, "You have to admit, this is kinda weird."

"What's weird about it? Aren't you enjoying yourself?"

I was enjoying myself, but I didn't know why. I shouldn't be enjoying myself, or doing what I was doing, but I was and despite my ever increasing doubts, I couldn't pull myself away.

"Oh baby," she comforted me, giving me a hug, "you're used to being in control and now I'm the one doing the leading. I'll tell you what," she continued, holding me as she looked into my eyes, "when Tina comes over, you can do what you want to her. I'm sure she won't mind."

Her gentle words pushed away some of my doubts, easing my mind a bit as her hands rubbed my back. Our time alone was broken by the sharp ringing of her doorbell, my heart leaping as the moment arrived.

"Tina's here," Amy said, stating the obvious. "I think you'll be duly impressed by her."

I followed her to the living room but stopped short, letting her answer the door. I shoved my hands into the large pockets of the robe, my hands splayed against the soft material as I waited. The door cracked open and I heard a different voice, Amy blocking my view but squealing as she greeted Tina.

Seconds ticked by, seconds in which my heart thudded louder and harder, my mouth beginning to go dry as I stood rooted in the carpet. Amy moved and as she did I caught my first glance of Tina when she took two steps to come inside. My eyes flared open, all apprehension and misgivings instantly washed away as I gazed upon her.

She was gorgeous!



Experiencing Something New Ch. 02



Looking upon Tina, my first thought was there was no way she could be what she was. Like a horny adolescent boy my eyes ogled her stunning figure from head to toe. For whatever reason she had chosen to wear something more akin to a party outfit; black heels, stockings and a short, black dress which hugged her figure before barely flaring out over her hips. As if that wasn't enough, her eyes had a slight almond shape to them and emanated fun and mirth, her dark hair almost as long as Amy's, all accompanied by light-brown, glowing skin.

"He's a cutie," I heard her say, my mind still processing what I was seeing.

Tina sauntered over to me, grinning as if to an inside joke, until we were face to face.

"I can't wait to see how much fun we're going to have," she breathed, a hand sliding over the robe about my chest.

"He's not quite sure about everything," Amy said from the side as she watched us.

Tina giggled, telling me, "Don't worry, I'll be gentle. At first." Her grin turned into a coy smile with a hint of evil mixed in. It was completely captivating.

"Step back," I told her, trying to keep my voice as calm as possible despite the butterflies in my stomach.

Without a word she did as I asked, turning her body this way and that so I could get a good look at her. She blew me a kiss as she turned sideways, giving me everything I wanted and more.

My eyes darted to Amy who still watched us, the smirk on her face letting me know she was enjoying the show just as much as I was. Looking again at Tina, she twirled her delectable body, displaying it for my viewing pleasure.

"I told him you wouldn't mind if he took control," Amy said.

"Ohhhh, I like it when someone has their way with me," Tina said as she bounced up to me. "What do you want to do first?"

The question caught me off guard. What did I want to do to her?

"I know," Tina teased, her finger running under the collar of the robe, "how about I strip for you and while I do that, you can think of what you want?"

I liked that idea and grinned, nodding my acceptance. She took a step or so back and with a devilish grin began to sway her body, the hem of her dress tantalizingly erotic as it swept across her legs. There was no sound in the apartment as Tina performed, my eyes fixed on her as like with Amy, the urge to have her made itself known. Spinning on the balls of her feet, the hem spun out and up, my eyes catching sight of a lace band on her thighs before Tina came to halt, her dress momentarily swirling around her legs before hanging free.

With one hand she reached behind her back, with the other she held her dress against her body and turning sideways, looked directly at me as she pulled down the zipper. Down her hand went, inch by inch, until it stopped at the bottom of the small of her back. Facing me, Tina used both hands to slowly peel the dark material from her body, thin black straps on her shoulders coming into view which led down to a lacy, nearly sheer bra which held her perky breasts.

Hooking her thumbs inside her dress, Tina wiggled her hips and with a light push, her dress fell to the floor where she stepped out of it, displaying the thigh high stockings and nearly sheer panties before coming up to me.

"So what do you think?" she asked me, her body separated from mine only by my robe and what passed for lingerie. Her height, despite her heels, was slightly shorter than me but our eyes met with ease.

"Very nice," I told her, a hand leaving the pocket of the robe to rest on her waist.

"Just nice?" she inquired, batting her exotic eyes at me and lying her arms behind my neck.

In response, I lowered my head and kissed her neck, any thought of who she was blotted out by my desire for her. Her perfume invigorated me, its scent controlling me as I kissed her neck, her collarbone, her shoulder. Yanking my other hand from its pocket, I took hold of her bra straps and slid both my thumbs along their length until I hooked them in the top of her bra and pulled down. Her breasts jiggled free, the bunched material of the bra pushing them up and making them look even more enticing.

My mouth followed my hands and I bent down to take a nipple between my lips, sucking on her and feeling her pull me against her. My tongue thrashed against her, my teeth biting down to hold her, her charged gasp at my bite snapping in the room. I felt her drop an arm from me and after a few moments of searching, found the opening to the robe and reached inside to grab hold of my nearly hard dick.

"Get a room, you two," Amy chuckled, her voice breaking the silence and reminding us we weren't alone.

Tina giggled and pushed me away with her free hand, her other hand still firmly wrapped around me.

"Let's do what she says," she coyly suggested as she walked past me, her hand pulling me along behind her. Back to the bedroom we went and almost as soon as we crossed the threshold she turned to me and ripped apart the knot of the belt with both hands. In one quick motion she yanked the robe off me and letting it lay where it fell, again pulled me by my now fully erect dick to the bed. She positioned me so my back was to the edge and forced me down to sit, then stepping back to give me a clear view of her attire.

"So what do you want to do to me?" she asked, her hands on her hips as she awaited my response.

I didn't know. I marveled at her smooth skin, the bulge in her panties holding my attention for a few moments before my eyes floated up and took in her sight.

"Come here," I quietly said. Tina calmly walked forward, grinning, until she was a foot or so in front of me.

The urge to take her in my mouth boiled inside but I fought it, forcing myself to take my time admiring her. With both hands I felt her smooth legs, my fingers skimming on top of the stockings until they met the lace band. Grabbing her right leg behind the knee, I pulled it up so it rested on the bed next to me, my hands running up and down the length of her leg until my hand brushed her growing hardness.

I looked at her and she smiled, her hair silhouetting her face against the muted tones of the room walls. Without thought I pressed my hand against her, feeling the contours of her cock beneath the flimsy material, my other hand sliding down her silken leg and pushing it back to the ground.

I was hard thinking about her, my brief exploration of her body pushing any hesitation I might have had to the back of my mind.

"Strip," I told her, leaning back on the bed with my arms and waiting.

"All of it?" she asked, stepping back and giving me another long view.

"Just the top two pieces," I said, locking eyes with her.

With a knowing grin Tina did as I asked, unhooking her bra and smoothly letting it fall to the floor. My eyes followed her hands as they slid down her body until her fingers disappeared inside her panties then reappeared holding her firm cock which spilled out over the top.

"You like?" she rhetorically asked, my fixated gaze telling her all she needed to know.

Absently nodding, I waited as she pushed down her panties and stepped to the side, her dick bouncing as she came to rest.

"Come here," I ordered her, sitting up and moving so I was on the edge of the bed. Gliding across the gap, Tina stood in front of me and I pulled her forward, her legs spreading across mine then sitting on the edge of my thighs.

She said nothing, letting me do as I wished, her arms lightly draped behind my neck as my hands toyed with her breasts. I glanced at her and saw her warm smile, our dicks just inches apart, my hands moving again to her legs to feel their firm smoothness. Leaning in, I kissed her neck then bent myself until I could suck on a nipple, having to push her back to find the right position.

She wiggled on my legs and wrapped her legs behind me, holding herself in position as she leaned back further to let me lick her breasts. I almost gnawed on them, their succulent shapes delightful to nibble.

When I could take it no more I pulled her up then pushed her away so she stood, my hands taking hold of her waist and pulling down. Tina followed my lead and knelt between my knees, her arms resting on my legs, her eyes looking up at me, waiting for my command.

My heart thudded in anticipation as I told her to suck me.

Without a word she took hold of my erect cock, gave a small flick of her head to toss her hair, and dropped her mouth over me, her warm, wet tongue immediately slobbering around my shaft.

I couldn't see her work but her touch told me everything I needed to know. Her head bobbed slowly up and down in my lap, her hand holding my shaft as her mouth caressed me. She was just as exquisite sucking cock as she was to look at and I leaned my head back, exhaling in a delighted release.

She was different than Amy, more tender, taking her time to enjoy me. My hand went to her hair and I ran my fingers through it, taking hold of her dark tresses and pulling them to the side. I twisted my body so I could watch, Tina merrily slurping and licking every inch of me.

This went on for some time, Tina not hurrying, my balls growing heavy as they swelled. I gripped her hair tighter and pulled up, her mouth popping free then licking her lips as she looked at me.

"What?" she asked, her hand having picked up where her mouth left off.

My mind was in a hazy, deviant state, her work bringing me to a heightened state of arousal and I needed to free myself from the ache in my loins. With a growl in my voice I ordered her to sit on the floor next to the wall. It took her moments to slide the short distance and no sooner had she turned to face me then I was on my feet and standing in front of her.

"Open," was all I said and she obediently complied. I jammed my throbbing cock into her mouth and immediately she clamped down on me. I began to thrust my hips as I looked down at her, my hand again grabbing her hair only this time holding her head in place against the wall.

I fucked her face as she sucked me, her hands on my hips as she pleasured me. Harder I slammed my cock into her mouth, her touches driving me to thrust faster, my hand locked in her hair as I used her. I leaned over, supporting myself on my free arm and a slight thumping was heard as her head tried to move off the wall, only to be pushed back as I shoved my cock to her throat. She let out a stifled squeal, the unrelenting urge to empty myself taking hold.

With longer strokes I pushed and pulled my cock from her, my hips flexing to and fro as I felt my balls tighten, my body tensing, my heart racing. I was on the edge, that blissful, painful moment right before I cum, and I gritted my teeth as I watched my cock flash in and out between her lips.

My release surged through me, frantically emptying myself into her as my voice groaned. I heard her swallow over and over, her hands holding tight to me as I slammed myself hard into her mouth. I couldn't help myself, the sensation of her mouth scraping across my shaft and cockhead was electric, forcing me to cum again and again.

Much too soon I was done and I held my position, leaning my head against my supporting arm, my eyes closed as I gulped air. Her mouth still held me, gently sucking, making sure I was empty. I fought to stay upright, my hand dropping from her hair and hanging free, Tina pinned between me and the wall.

With a grimacing moan I pulled myself free, her lips compressing around my shaft to squeeze the last drop from me. Standing upright, I opened my eyes and looked at her, her face turned upwards and grinning from ear to ear as her hands slid to my ass and gave me a squeeze.

"Enjoy that?" she giggled, her hands now on my tense thighs, her short nails scraping across my skin.

Able only to nod, I fought the urge to stay awake but knew I needed to rest. Staggering to the bed I flopped down and closed my eyes, my spent body deliriously relaxed. I felt Tina crawl into the bed behind me and work her way next to me, a hand finding my ass and rubbing it.

"Cute butt," she remarked, giving me another squeeze.

Unable and unwilling to move, I could only give a small snort, her hand gliding over the small curve of my ass. I felt her move then her warm breath whispered in my ear, "We're going to have fun when you wake up." A quick peck on my cheek and she left me alone, my mind drifting off to the void of nether sleep.

When I awoke I looked around and found a clock, the time telling me roughly fifteen minutes had passed since I had closed my eyes. Dragging myself from the bed, I half-walked, half-shuffled to the living room and found Tina and Amy sprawled on the couch sucking each other. I froze and watched as each was engrossed in their activity, the light smacking sounds of their lips heard in the otherwise quiet room.

Tina lifted her head to toss her hair and saw me watching the two of them. She winked at me, the tip of her tongue reaching out to flick across Amy's shaft she held in her hand. Her eyes locked with mine as she toyed with the meat pole, somehow able to smile as she did, Amy's stuffed mouth letting out a moan in response.

Moments later she lifted herself on her hands and announced to Amy that I was awake, looked down her body and carefully extracted her cock from Amy's grasp before standing. Amy tossed her hair, her face lighting up as she found mine and smiled at my appearance.

"Welcome back sleepy head," her voice called to me, the hard cock between her spread legs already tempting me.

I couldn't help myself. There was something about her, the size and shape of her cock, her rounded breasts, her long, dark hair, everything, that made me want to suck her. Maybe it was that time of the month and I was horny. Maybe it was the incongruity of seeing what would otherwise be an attractive woman with a cock instead of a pussy that piqued my curiosity. Whatever it was I no longer had any inhibitions about being with her, or Tina, and wanted to spend more time with them.

Amy stood and came up to me, my eyes catching Tina's grin before Amy's body cut off the view.

"Are you ready for some more fun?" I was asked, a twinge of nervous anticipation jolting me as I heard those words.

"Sure," was my only response, my mind whirring with ideas of what they may have planned.

Without a word Amy took my hand and handed me off to Tina before leaving us alone.

"What you did to me got me all worked up," Tina breathed as she wrapped her arms behind me. "I loved how you forced yourself on me. And in me." She gave me a light kiss, her eyes meeting mine as she toyed with my hair. Her dick lightly grazed me, its tip sliding back and forth as she wiggled her hips.

"I had to satisfy myself with Amy when I really wanted you."

With those words Tina kissed me. This was the first time I had truly kissed either of them and the feeling was certainly unique. She was somewhat forceful, her tongue diving into my mouth as her hard cock came up against when she pulled me close. My hands went to her back, one holding her near the shoulders, the other to the small of her back then, in an act of supreme balance, she lifted a leg and slid it behind my legs, rubbing its silkiness up and down.

Her taste was different than anyone I had ever kissed. Maybe it was the leftover taste of Amy or something else, but I kissed her until I felt Amy come up behind me and nestle her cock in the crack of my ass, its warm hardness sending a surge through me.

"Have you ever played with your ass before?" her luscious voice asked in my ear as a hand slid down my side, the tactile sensation of her playing with me both exciting and comforting.

"No," I replied as a hand moved between us and her cock slid under me. I tensed momentarily before I realized Tina was kissing the one side of my neck and Amy the other. Their lips danced against my skin, the brief touches sensuous in their tenderness. 

"Just relax," she continued, "and enjoy yourself. I promise you'll like it."

With small movements she pushed and pulled her cock beneath me, my legs opening fractionally to allow her to move more easily. My heart raced as I realized what was going to happen, my body tingling with nervous anticipation as I enjoyed the sensation of her cock scraping below me.

I was feeling an unknown number of emotions, everything from aroused desire to trepidation. All were mixing in a storm within me, my mind rapidly alternating between competing thoughts.

"Tina's been begging to do you," I heard a voice tell me as a pair of tongues licked my neck.

My eyes closed as I let myself be taken away in a haze of lustful appetites. My heart pounded, my dick coming to life as those words echoed in my ears. My throat grew dry and I tried to swallow, unnatural twitches shaking my body.

"Don't be afraid," the voice whispered, a body pressed firmly into my back, the warmth of a hard dick wedged beneath me.

In reality I wasn't afraid. I was trying to control myself as the thought of Tina's cock burying itself in my ass drew upon the now wanton desires bubbling from the dark recesses of my imagination. I had done anal on one or two women and knew how it felt for me, but now I would know what it felt like to have it done to me.

"Kneel down on the couch," Amy's voice instructed as she stepped back, not giving me any time to consider my options. Tina released me as I got into position, planting myself on my hands and knees, my head hanging down as I waited. Amy knelt and kissed my cheek, turning my head so I was looking at her, her eyes holding my gaze.

A hand drug itself down my back then to my ass, a finger dipping between my cheeks and finding my opening. Her touch was soft yet firm, wiggling across me before momentarily pressing against me.

"Relax," she said, her finger pressing harder until it forced its way just beyond my anal ring. She went no further, letting me feel what it was like to have something in me, then pulled back and rubbed my ass.

I looked at her, my breaths somewhat ragged as I tingled from her fleeting touch. I wanted to do this, to feel what it was like to be fucked.

"Here we go," Amy's voice said, snapping me from my thoughts. She twisted so she was facing away from me, one hand taking hold of my cheek and a second or so later the cool, wet pressure of her lube coated finger swirling around my hole. I flexed against her, the sensation, other than the momentary coolness, not unpleasant. I remembered her words and relaxed, enjoying her slippery finger as it coated me.

"Okay?" she asked, turning to face me as she cleaned her finger.

I nodded, my heart beating hard against my chest as the moment was almost at hand.

She turned to Tina who I saw had her cock in her hand. She hadn't said a word as Amy prepared me, the anticipation of fucking my ass etched into her face. She still wore the stockings and heels she had when she arrived and there was something about those black stockings and heels juxtaposed against her light olive skin, her hand stroking her cock, which made her even more desirable. Her hair, from leaning over as she sucked Amy, now had more body and framed her face like the hood of a cobra, her expression complimenting the unintended look.

My eyes followed Tina for a moment as she made her way behind me, the weight of her body settling on to the couch making me adjust my stance. A hand slid up and over my ass to my back, its gentle touch slightly relieving the nervousness I now felt.

Her hand went back to my ass and her fingers carefully pulled me apart, my hole almost fully exposed as I waited. With a slight shift of her weight I felt the tip of her cock press against me and hold its position. I breathed deeply, expecting her to push inside but she didn't. Was she giving me a moment to back out? Was she toying with me?

"Relax," I heard Amy's voice say, a hand caressing my face.




Experiencing Something New Ch. 02



I forced myself to do as told, attempting to overcome the natural reaction to close tighter. I took another deep breath, my body responding and then I felt it. Tina pushed her hips forward and her cock forced me open, the slickness of the lube giving her the smooth entrance she needed.

Inhaling as she slowly entered me, my hole opened further and further until she popped past my ring then held her position. My breaths were short as the intrusion took hold. I could feel the warmth of her shaft inside me mixing with the slippery sensation of the lube. I balled my fists as I fought the urge to expel her, forcing myself to open and take her inside.

"He's so tight," Tina gasped, one hand on my hip while the other, I supposed, was still guiding her shaft into me.

"You look so good on all fours," Amy cooed, taking my face in her hands and kissing me. "How do you feel?"

"Okay," I stammered, still trying to get used to Tina's cock in my ass. She hadn't moved, giving me time to feel somewhat more comfortable with her inside me.

Taking that as her cue, Tina inched more of her into me, the expansion of my ring as she slipped inside filling me as never before. With every passing second she burrowed deeper, my body adjusting as she scraped my walls. Further she went, pressing into me at a constant rate, her own breaths heard as my ass tightened around her.

"God you feel good!" Tina exclaimed, sucking in air as her cock pressed in. Her hand dug into my hip, grabbing me harder as she shifted further forward.

I growled when I felt her cock rub against something inside me, panting for a few moments at her forced intrusion. This act, of being fucked was painful, in a good way, and awoke in me feelings of a sexual nature I had never felt before. I enjoyed having a cock in my ass, of being stretched, of being used.

"Fuck that's hot," Amy said. I lifted my head and saw her eyes wide open as she watched Tina penetrate me. She caught my look and smiled before sitting in front of me. Her cock was hard and she stroked it, her back against the couch as she spread her legs. Her head was turned so she could watch me be fucked, her hand rhythmically pumping as Tina began to pull back.

The friction of Tina's cock dragging against my walls and over my anal ring forced a moan from me. The feeling was more pleasurable than her entrance and I couldn't help myself. Slowly she pulled back until I thought she was going to slip away before she pushed back into me, more forcefully than the first time.

I rocked forward as she forced her cock in, both hands firmly gripping my waist. My hole felt warm as she slid passed it despite the lubrication, the grating of her shaft across my skin eliciting another breathy moan. She pulled back quickly then thrust forward, her cock digging deep into my bowels before sliding backwards then shoved forward.

We both grunted as her hips came in contact with my ass, her cock as deep into me as she could get. She soon developed a rhythm, fucking my ass at a deliberate pace, her hips slapping against my ass before yanked back, only to be driven forward a second later. Over and over she went, my body expanding then collapsing as the smooth passage of her cock inside me continued.

Amy's movement broke my concentrating on Tina's cock in my ass and she repositioned herself so she was kneeling in front of me. With no words she held her cock in her hand and grabbed my hair, pulling my mouth on to her shaft where she mimicked Tina's thrusts.

There is no way to explain how this felt, to be fucked in the ass and the face at the same time. With small movements Amy pushed her cock into my mouth as Tina drove her cock into my ass, the two sandwiching me between them, using me for their own pleasure. But I didn't mind. I loved Amy's cock in my mouth and I sucked on her, my ass grabbing hold of Tina's cock and squeezing her as she kept to her pace.

In short order all three of us were moaning, Tina's hissed calls sharp while Amy's were more sultry, my own guttural, as we fucked and sucked. Tina plunged into my ass as Amy did the same with my mouth, my body rocking back and forth to their thrusts.

Tina stopped and adjusted herself, her hands positioned higher, almost on the small of my back, her cock driven deeper than before. My mouth opened in a labored groan, Amy's cock interrupting me as she forced it inside where I greedily sucked her. Tina laid into me, my ass raised skyward as she mercilessly fucked me. I could hear her seething breaths, the unmistakable sounds of someone working hard to cum. She didn't hold back, her cock pistoning in and out, at times almost pulling herself free before jamming back inside.

I felt myself getting sore, my ass unused to such treatment, but my mouth was full of Amy and I concentrated on her. That my body was bent at an odd angle didn't seem to phase either of them, Amy merrily pumping her cock into my mouth, her hands holding my head in position. Her hardness filled me as I sucked her, my mouth thoroughly wet as I let her use my face.

Tina's thrusts increased, her hips slamming into my ass as her cock sawed at my hole. I could hear her breaths grow louder, her actions more violent. Over the slopping of Amy's shaft in my mouth I heard her grunts, her cock as hard as ever as it was driven home. Faster and with more deliberation she fucked me, her shaft a blurred pressure as it flew in and out of my hole, her balls lightly slapping my ass as they were thrown forward.

A deep, grating groan filled my ears as she shot her hot cum into my ass, coating my walls while her cock pummeled me, the added lubrication giving her a near effortless passage. Her hands dug hard into me, her hips repeatedly slamming into my ass which quivered as she emptied herself.

The sensation of her cum filling me was unexpectedly thrilling, my thoughts momentarily fixed on how the creamy liquid felt inside me until, without warning, I let out my own drawn out moan when her cock hit something deep inside me as she bottomed out in my ass. Again she hit that spot, my mouth springing free from Amy's cock, my body jerking each time she found her mark.

Amy wouldn't be denied and she shoved her cock back into my mouth, almost forcing it down my throat, her moans now adding to the carnal sounds in the room. She thrust faster, my mouth having a difficult time holding on to her as Tina continued to spew her cum inside me while hitting that one particular spot. I was losing control, my arms barely able to hold me upright, Amy's hands locked in my hair as she tried to satisfy her own needs.

As Tina slowed Amy sped up, her charged breaths rising. I held my position as best I could, my ass twitching with Tina's cock still buried inside, my mouth being used in the same manner as my ass. With a surge Amy's cock went fully hard as her turn arrived, her stream shooting straight down my throat, the large blob barely able to be swallowed before she sent her next shot to the same place.

I frantically drank her juice, unable to do anything else as she fucked my face, my head held in position, my body immobilized between the two of them. Though Tina no longer fucked me, I still felt her cock in my ass, the difference between her slippery passage and Amy's rough thrusts clearly felt.

Amy finally had nothing left though she still forced me to suck her, my tongue scraping under her softening shaft, her body twitching with each touch. Her sounds tapered off as my face was buried in her crotch until she eased herself back and forth a few final times and her limp dick dropped from my lips.

She fell back on the couch, exhausted, my ass still raised with Tina inside, my lowered head resting on the cushion. I couldn't believe how I felt, my body used front and back and drained though it hadn't done anything. I breathed deeply, letting myself relax, Tina's dick sliding out until it squirted free and caused us both to give a grunted exhale.

I fell to the couch, partially curled, letting my body drift off to wherever it wanted. My head was on Amy's thigh, a hand resting on my shoulder while my feet rested against Tina's legs. The three of us dozed off, perfectly content with everything.

Amy woke me as she moved to get up. I stretched my legs over Tina who also got up then disappeared into the bedroom. When Amy returned and sat next to me she had drinks for both us. I gratefully took the glass from her and nearly emptied it before able to answer her question.

"You okay?" was all she asked, her fingers toying in my hair.

I nodded then told her, "I think I need to get cleaned up."

Amy laughed, understanding my meaning and took my glass as I stood. As if hearing us, Tina reappeared and gave me a quick kiss before flopping back down on the couch. I left the two of them and took my time before coming back and sitting between them. Tina immediately swiveled her body and put her head on my thigh, her feet propped up on the arm of the couch while Amy snuggled close to me, my arm sliding behind her.

My hand went to Tina's stomach before moving higher and cupping her small breast, her smooth skin delectable to touch. Amy leaned her head over on my shoulder but didn't say anything, the three of us quiet with our own thoughts for a time. I looked down at Tina, her eyes closed as she lay on me, and absentmindedly slid my hand down until I covered her limp cock. Immediately her eyes opened and looked at me, her grin returning after a moment as she settled in and closed her eyes. My hand played with her, not trying to get her hard but just feeling the difference between her and me, the smoothness of her shorn cock and balls intriguing.

As I toyed with her she bent her knees and opened her legs, my hand able to travel down and feel her complete smoothness.

"Ummm," I heard her purr, her body moving at my touch.

Amy heard and felt us and lifted her head, watching what I was doing then kissing my cheek.

"I thought you said you weren't interested," she commented, her own hand sliding down my chest to my lap.

"Things change," I told her as I cupped Tina's sack, Tina twisting her hips at my touch.

"Glad to hear that," was her response as her hand covered my cock.

The feeling of Tina's smooth skin in my hand drove me to explore her further, my fingers reaching out and finding her puckered opening. With a light touch I toyed with her hole, Tina cooing as I did and spreading her legs wider. Pressing my finger against her, I swirled around and around, Tina's soft gasps letting me know she was enjoying the attention.

Though the lube was on the table in front us, I didn't want to break the mood and carefully pushed my index finger inside her, letting her muscles adjust to the raw entry.

"Ummmm," she again purred as she pushed back against my finger which went to the first knuckle. I wiggled it up and down, Tina's hips moving as I did, her breaths long and slow as I pleasured her.

"Deeper," she told me, her voice almost tinged with excitement.

I pushed my finger harder, sinking it in to the second knuckle. I felt her muscles twitch around me, the slightly moist interior of her ass holding me. With more of my finger in her I waggled it hard, Tina's hips rising then settling back. Her hand went to my arm and held it, her fingers digging in and holding tight.

Her eyes were now open but instead of the usual mirth they were hazy and sleepy, her painted lips parted, her chest rising and falling as I dug in. Turning her head she sighed, a tremor rippling through her as my finger pushed all the way in.

"Like that," she hissed, her hips rising to meet my buried finger. Slowly at first, then more obviously, she used me to fuck herself, her motions growing stronger the harder I pressed.

"Why don't you give her what she wants," Amy whispered in my ear as she stroked my growing cock.

I looked at her, our faces inches apart, and kissed her lightly. Her hand pumped me until I was nearly hard when, as that morning, her head went to my lap and her mouth enveloped me. That familiar warmth held me as her tongue licked me, my body relaxing into the couch as she sucked me. I continued to swirl my buried finger in Tina's ass, her hips moving with me and lifting slightly off the couch, her hand on my arm gripping tighter.

"Fuck me," I heard a raspy voice whisper.

Now it was my turn to grin as my ministrations were having their effect, Tina's almost begging plea returning me to my usual position of control. I didn't give her what she wanted, not yet, and purposely pressed the pad of my finger against her inner wall and rubbed against it. Immediately Tina responded with a quick inhalation, her back arching as I pressed harder.

"Oh fuuuuck," she groaned, a hand grabbing my wrist and trying to force me to fuck her with my finger. I held my ground, teasing her, my finger now straight inside her and unmoving. Her muscles flexed around me, as if desperate to feel more.

With a small pop Amy's head left my lap, her hand lightly stroking me as she watched me torment Tina.

"I see you're taking to heart my comment about taking control," she smirked, kissing my arm before resting her head on my shoulder.

"Yeah," I responded, my voice tinged with lecherous overtones, "and it feels good."

Amy's response was a soft chuckle, the warmth of our bodies mingling in the waning time of the late afternoon.

Our brief conversation over, I resumed wiggling my finger inside Tina, her response a contented growl as her hips once again moved with me. I altered my pace, sometimes wiggling, sometimes scraping, Amy pressing against my finger until it was fully inside.

"Deeper," she pleaded, her hand now stroking her dick.

"Okay, you've tortured her enough," Amy interjected. She gave me a quick kiss then wrapped her lush lips about my shaft and softly sucked on me, making sure I was fully hard for what was to come.

I didn't want to stop, not with Amy's mouth wrapped about me, but I did want to fuck Tina. The short time I had spent with her had shown she really enjoyed herself and I could only imagine how she would sound when I fucked her.

Without notice I pulled my finger free from the grip of that clenching ass, Tina immediately sighing and relaxing, her hand losing its grip and falling to her body. Turning herself over, she watched as I was sucked, her stocking-clad legs bending toward her upturned ass.

"That looks good," she commented, almost giggling as she said it. She looked up at me and smiled then lifted herself from the couch.

"Fuck me," she demanded, hands on her hips as she stood over me, Amy's head still bobbing in my lap.

"If I say no?" I countered.

"I'll do it myself then." She reached down to grab the tube from the table and with practiced ease extracted a small blob before spinning on her heels and spreading her legs in a wide, inverted 'V' and bending over. Turning her head so she made sure I was watching, she rested one hand on the table to steady herself while deftly using the fingers of her other hand to jam her lubed finger into her ass.

At first she had a sinister smirk on her face, as if taunting me, showing me what I was missing, then after a short while her look changed. She no longer looked at me, her face turned sideways, her eyes closed as she concentrated on where her finger was. Her lips parted as she breathed, her body lightly rocking as she dug in.

Amy slid her mouth from cock and watched the performance, almost as entranced as I was.

"See what you've done," she joked. "The poor girl has to take care of herself."

Tina laughed when she heard those words, her head again turning to look at the two of us, her hand moving back and forth as she fucked herself. To drive home her need, she pulled her finger out and pressed two back in, the airy moan letting everyone know how it felt.

"If you don't fuck her, I will," Amy said, looking at me to see my reaction.

"Fine," I chuckled, "I'll take care of the girl but I have to say, I don't appreciate being thought of as a sex toy."

"Oh please," Amy shot back. "You love it and you know it." She leaned back on the couch and curled sideways, waiting for me to put on a show.

I came up behind Tina whose head kept twisting to follow me until she was practically turned into a pretzel, her fingers still jammed in her ass but now holding station. I grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her hand free, Tina unwinding as she stood.

"Did I say to get up?"

Tina looked at me, unsure by the tone of my voice if I was joking, then turned around and bent over until her hands rested on the table.

I really had been joking but didn't correct her, running a hand over her surprisingly smooth ass. Tina's head turned to watch me as I examined her, wiggling her ass as if to hurry things along.

In return I gave her a good smack, her body leaning forward from my contact, the look on her face a mix of confused pleasure. Seeing her minor reaction I smacked her again, harder, a short exhale being heard.

"It seems she likes to be spanked," I heard Amy say. I smiled and nodded, keeping my gaze on the bent over body in front of me.

"Apparently she does," was my reply as a I caressed the spot I had just hit. Tina wiggled her ass and again I hit her, even harder, a slight tinge of pink forming where my hand had connected.

This time Tina gasped, her body lurching further forward then settling back in.

"Have you been a bad girl?" I teased, getting into this power play.

"Yes," was the hissed response. She no longer looked at me, her head hanging down, her feet firmly bracing her body.

"What do you want me to do?" I continued.

"Fuck me."

"Fuck you? You mean like this?" Stepping in close I took hold of my dick, still hard from Amy's sucking and with a little bit of maneuvering, placed it at her lubed hole and pushed myself part way in.

Tina stiffened at the quick entrance, her hands trying to dig into the hard surface of the table, her body pushing back to sink me further into her ass.

"Did I say to move?"

"No," was her growled response, her muscles clenching and releasing as she tried to get me deeper.

I stood still, just my cockhead and part of my shaft in her hole, enjoying her tightness as it quivered.

"Fuck me," she pleaded, the tremble in her voice letting me know she really wanted this.

"Fine," I answered, yanking myself from her. "Go to the bedroom."

Doing as instructed, Tina stood, and with a look of submissive acceptance walked to the room. I glanced at Amy and gave her a funny grin while shrugging my shoulders, unsure how we had gotten to this point. Amy shook her head, unable to say anything as she watched the performance play out.

When I entered the bedroom I found Tina on all fours on the bed, facing away from me, her head again hanging low.

"Grab your ankles," I told her, watching as she turned to look at me but did as I said. In so doing she had no choice but to lay her face on the bed, her back bent at a concave angle. Coming up behind her I caressed her exposed ass but didn't hit her. I enjoyed giving her directions, this reminding me of my normal job and like my job I gave her clear, concise instructions.

"You will hold on to your ankles at all times. If you let go, I stop and you're on your own. Understand?"

"Yes," was the simple reply.

Though her dick and balls hung between her legs, I wanted to fuck her in the worst way. Seeing her bent over, following my every command, her exposed ass in the air, I was going to make sure she walked funny when I was done.

Kneeling on the bed behind her, I again placed my dick at her hole and like before shoved it in with little build up. Tina flinched as her hole rapidly expanded, my dick pressing deeper until I was almost fully in her. I held my position, giving her a few moments to adjust, her muscled ring slowly squeezing and releasing as it got used to me forcing her open.




Experiencing Something New Ch. 02



When I felt enough time had passed I pushed forward until my hips met her ass and kept pressing, her voice gasping as she was moved forward an inch or two on the bed. I could see her screw her eyes shut as my cock buried itself fractionally further before I pulled back.

Her body visibly relaxed as I gave her a brief respite before I took hold of her hips and began to fuck her. Slowly at first, my actions more to feel her scrape across my shaft, then a steady, deliberate pace. Back and forth, her body developing its rhythm with me, her face relaxing as she enjoyed my cock.

As I grew to enjoy her I lifted one leg so I could have a higher position, similar to what she had done to me, and forcefully slammed my hips down. Our bodies slapped together, springing on the bed and as she was driven down I pulled back. At the moment she began to spring back I drove myself into her, Tina exhaling as my dick achieved maximum depth in her ass.

"Fuuuuck," was her drawled voice, her eyes snapping open as I repeated this maneuver. Again I used the bounce in the bed to my advantage, our two bodies rebounding, my dick reaming her ass as she dutifully held her ankles. She breathed in short gulps, almost panting as she was given what she had asked for.

I held her waist, watching my dick slash in and out of her hole, her cries growing louder, her moans deeper. My balls, having been toyed with by Amy for all that time, were heavy and growing sore, the need to release myself becoming stronger with each passing moment.

Harder I shoved in to her ass, the skin of my cock pulled tight as it flew past her anal ring, her body at my mercy to be used. I was on both feet, hunched over her, my hands pressing on her shoulders, Tina's body bent at a sharp, downward angle.

Her dull moans were almost continuous as I fucked her, my dick as hard as ever. Diving deep with each stroke I slammed myself into her, now driven by the need to cum, my balls constricting tight against me as they prepared to empty themselves.

I couldn't hold out any longer and with a powerful surge my stream shot into her ass, my groan emptying my breath as my balls let loose, cum coating her hole as I desperately relieved myself. I dug even harder into her shoulders as I fucked her, Tina's sounds mixing with mine as her body was used.

With an unexpected suddenness I stopped, holding my position above her as I caught my breath. Slowly I lay on top of her, her hands finally letting go of her ankles as she stretched out beneath me. Taking hold of her wrists I curled her arms under her and held her.

We breathed as one, neither wanting to move until my dick began to soften. Lifting my hips, I carefully extracted myself from her, a muffled grumble heard as I pulled free, and slid from the bed where I made my way to the bathroom. I took my time getting cleaned up before leaving Tina alone and finding Amy in her kitchen.

"Could you be a little louder?" she asked when she heard me come up behind her.

I chuckled and gave her a faux apology. She turned and put her arms on my shoulders.

"I have to admit, you fucking Tina's ass was hot."

"You watched?"

"Only some of it. I didn't want to get too excited."

We laughed and she let me go, turning around to finish the food she was making.

"If you don't mind," I said as I left her, "I'm going to relax for a bit."

Without comment Amy nodded, unconcerned with having two exhausted people in her place.

There was near silence in her apartment, only the occasional sound of Amy moving some pans about disturbing the peace. I drifted in and out for a time until my ears picked up a quiet conversation and looking, saw Amy and Tina talking. I couldn't quite make out what they were saying but Tina didn't seem the worse for wear. When they were done Tina came over and sat beside me.

"Thanks," was all she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"You okay?" I asked, resting a hand on her silky leg.

"You bet. I haven't been fucked like that in a long while." She seemed entirely pleased with what had happened.

"You know I was joking," I continued, making sure there wasn't anything between us.

"Uh huh and I liked it. Your forcefulness was just right and when you pressed me into the bed. . ." Her voice trailed off but the smile said the rest. She gave me a kiss then stood and disappeared. When she returned she was fully dressed and again I could only stare at how great she looked.

"I don't know which way you look hotter," I quipped, my eyes again leering at her from head to toe.

"Thanks," was the reply as she spun lightly so her dress swirled while giving me another full-bodied look.

I stood and went to her, my hands seeking her out to hold her.

"Didn't get enough of me?" she joked, her hands holding my waist.

"Apparently not."

We laughed and with a finality to it, she gave me lingering kiss before taking up her purse and saying goodbye to Amy, leaving us alone.

"Supper will be ready soon," was all Amy said, my head turning and seeing she was putting together the final part of the meal.

"I get supper?" I asked, surprised at this development.

Amy grinned, continuing to lay out the meal. As I watched a thought developed, one which needed my attention. I came up behind her and spun her around. Caught off guard she momentarily froze, unsure what was going on. Without a word I fell to my knees and sucked her limp dick into my mouth, the soft, meaty length a now familiar delight.

"Can't get enough?"

"Sorry," I replied, looking up at her while wiggling her dick to get it hard, "there's something about it that calls to me." I opened my mouth and resumed sucking her, feeling her begin to grow firm.

"As much as I appreciate the fact you've grown into a nice cock sucker, we need to eat."

Keeping her dick in my mouth I looked up at her, her expression one of amused seriousness. Realizing she was right, and that I would have to wait to again have her in my mouth, I let her go and stood, Amy giving me an appreciative kiss in response.

We had a light meal, something to quell our famished stomachs which I hadn't felt until I started to eat. We all but inhaled the food, light drinks being served as an accompaniment, and retired to her couch where she snuggled up to me. I looked to the window and saw there wasn't much light left, my time with Amy rapidly coming to an end.

We both nodded off, our heads coming to rest as we dozed, our bodies recovering from the day's activities. When I opened my eyes I glanced outside and saw only darkness. I sighed and looked at Amy, not wanting to wake her but having to so I could gather my things and get ready from my work week. Gently waking her, she opened her sleepy eyes then leaned back against me.

"I have to go," I told her, stretching the parts of me she wasn't resting against.

"I have something for you, " she said, lifting her head. Her mischievous eyes met mine, that shitty grin returning.

"Huh?"

Standing, she held out her hand which I took and she guided me to the bedroom, the sheets rumpled where Tina and I had had our fun. She guided me to edge of the bed and forced me down.

"I want you to suck me," she said, her hands on her hips as she looked down at me.

The temptation of her cock hanging between her legs made itself known. With ease I opened my mouth and took her inside, picking up where I had left off before we had eaten.

Her fingers ran through my hair, my eyes looking up now and then to see her watching me, her hair cascading about her face. It didn't take long for her to be hard at which point she made me stop. Disappointed, I sat back and waited.

"Lie down," she told me.

I moved on to the bed and fell back, her hands grabbing hold of my legs and pulling me forward. Working with her, I slid until my ass was almost off the edge. Her hands forced my legs back and lifting my head, saw her kneel. Her tongue reached out and licked my balls, the light bouncing they were given quite pleasurable.

Her tongue moved higher and soon she had me in her mouth, my dick responding to everything in a timely manner. Like her she got me almost hard then told me to hold my legs. It felt awkward to hold myself like this but moments later I understood what she was doing.

Sure enough I felt the familiar cool gel applied to my hole, her partially inserted finger making sure I was coated. I hadn't seen her grab it off the table, but obviously she had.

"I've wanted to do this all day," she said as she stood. With one hand she took hold of a leg, with the other she held her cock. Like Tina she placed her cockhead at my opening and held it there for a moment then pushed it against me. She pried me open and I inhaled, her bigger size than Tina uncomfortable as I expanded.

"Hold on," she told me, taking hold of both legs. With extreme slowness she pushed in, my ass swelling as she entered me. I breathed heavily, trying to relax as bit by bit she filled me. She stopped, giving me time to adjust, my body taking her more fully of its own accord.

"Tina was right," she grunted as she pushed deeper, "you are tight. But you feel so good."

I couldn't reply, my throat caught as her cock went deeper, my ass feeling as if it couldn't swell any more. She stopped then pulled back, her shaft dragging across my ring sending quivers up my spine. I moaned, twisting slightly as she held my legs.

"That feels good, doesn't it?" she asked, her dick nearly out of me.

"Yes," I hissed, almost sorry that she was pulling back until I felt her start to push in again. This time she went more quickly, one steady push which put more of her in me. I couldn't believe how this felt, her cock forcing me open as moment by moment she burrowed in.

She then began to fuck me, my body moving on the bed to the motion of her pumping hips. Her hands held me behind the knees, keeping my legs in the air, and pushed them back as well. My hips curled up and her cock dove in, burying itself deeper than it had before.

I cried out, my hands grabbing the sheets in a ball as Amy fucked me, gasping for air as my eyes flew open. I jerked back and forth as Amy steadily thrust her hips, settling in to a rhythm which was neither too fast nor hard, her dick now sliding easily in and out of me.

"Oh baby, this feels so good," she let me know, my eyes catching sight of her breasts jiggling as she fucked me. My dick grew hard from the excitement of her taking me, of how she felt in me, of seeing her fuck me.

Seeing me growing hard she stroked me, the unbelievable double stimulation forcing me to moan. I gave myself completely to her, letting her do what she wanted. I wanted to feel her shoot her load in me, to feel her warm liquid fill me, to have her cock explode in me.

She leaned over as far as she could and pausing momentarily, kissed me, her dick pressed into me until I felt like I would be split in two.

Together we moaned, my bowels on fire as her cock dug into me, pressing against me in a new and unexpected place.

"Take me," she whispered in my face. "Take me all in." She pressed harder, my back again arching as I tried to say something. She held her position, digging fractionally deeper until she stood and pulled back. I exhaled, adjusting to the emptiness inside me as she resumed fucking me.

Amy went faster, her dick pumping in and out, its hardness scraping every inch of me. I was being rubbed raw but still I wanted to feel her, to feel every inch of her in my ass just as much as I had wanted her in my mouth. 

She began to thrust faster and I knew what was going to happen and I embraced it. Her cock slamming into me, her hands gripping my legs bending them back, pinning me to the bed, her streams of hot cum filled me. I could feel her cock pulsing when she came, its girth twitching with every orgasmic spasm.

Without warning I came, the dreamy stream quickly turning to a rushing torrent as I was forcibly emptied, Amy's cock hitting the same spot Tina had. My body tensed every time she touched me, my spurted streams stringing out on my stomach.

With a few final thrusts she slowed but continued until finally stopping, her breasts heaving as she greedily sucked air. I lay limp on the bed, my being drained from me, only my breathing letting me know I was still alive.

Slowly, giving me time to react, Amy withdrew from me and let my legs down, letting them fall over the edge of the bed as she left me. When she came back she gingerly ran a warm wash cloth over me before sliding next to me, covering me, our warm bodies melding as one.

"You have to go," she quietly told me some time later, her voice nudging me from my numbed state.

"I see," I calmly responded, still unable to move, "use me for your fuck toy then kick me out."

Amy giggled, telling me, "No. Okay, yes, but you have to go to work in the morning."

"So that's your excuse," I mumbled.

Giving me a kiss in response, Amy lay her head on my shoulder. I knew she was right. I had to leave so I could make it to work in the morning.

Wiggling myself from under her I did a final cleaning then found my pile of clothes and made myself somewhat presentable. I was sore, everywhere, but I knew the sound sleep I would get that night would help. Somewhat.

I went back to the bedroom where Amy was still sprawled on the bed and sat next to her. She rolled over and sat up.

"Some night, huh?" she quipped.

"Yeah, those one or two drinks lasted a while."

We laughed, she giving me another kiss then patting me to get me moving.

"Will I see you again?" she asked as she walked with me. She turned around and leaned against the door, her lovely dick in all its glory inches from my hand. I glanced down then back up, seeing the expression on her face.

"Don't know. You coming round to the bar in the near future?"

"I might."

"Well, if you're just toying me with I could always find another one."

"That would be cruel."

Again we laughed, one of the first conversations we had being repeated. Giving her a quick peck I turned the door knob, Amy lifting herself from the door and using it to shield her from the communal hallway. With one last look and a wink I left her. Using the built-in GPS of my car to find my way back, I threw off my clothes as soon as I walked in the door and collapsed on my bed. I slept soundly, the morning coming too quickly for my liking.

I didn't go back to the bar for the rest of the month, work again taking its toll on me, but when I did, there was Amy, along with Tina, waiting for me.

** END **