1 comments/ 38790 views/ 4 favorites It's a Beautiful Day By: BabyPink The weekend started off the same as any other for Simon. He threw off his drab male work clothes with alacrity and stepped into the shower. He shaved his face, legs and pubic area as was his custom, then, after turning off the tap, moisturised his legs, stepped into a pair of lacy pink panties and hooked on a matching bra. The feel of the light, soft, feminine fabric had always been a thrill to Simon, ever since that fateful day when, aged fourteen, he found himself alone in the house all day. He put on ladies clothes for the first time -- his older sister's panties and slip -- and had felt so aroused he had masturbated almost continuously until he went to bed. He then inserted into his bra a pair of expensive breast forms that gave him that reassuring weight on his chest and made him feel so much more feminine. Next on was a pair of sheer black hold-up stockings. The nylon felt wonderful against his freshly shaven legs. Walking into his bedroom, he opened his wardrobe, which was filled with an array of skirts, dresses and tops, but very few masculine clothes. They were all bought by mail order, since he didn't have the nerve to go shopping for ladies' clothes. He unhooked a pretty blue and green floral jersey dress from off its hanger. Pulling it over his head and smoothing it down, he felt immeasurably better and began to put the tensions of the day behind him. He strapped on a pair of black Mary Jane shoes and sat at his dressing table to put on his make-up. He was always very meticulous with his cosmetics, taking his time so as to do a good job. First he put moisturiser on his face, then foundation cream, blending it into the neckline. He then put blusher on his cheeks and several layers of cherry-red lipstick on his fleshy lips. Afterwards, he carefully applied black eye-liner and pencilled in his finely plucked eyebrows. He then brushed on blue eye shadow, applying a lighter shade on the area below the eyebrows and a darker one to his eyelids. After about fifteen minutes he looked in the mirror and decided it was good enough. He then clipped on a pair of large hoop earrings through his pierced ears, and then put on two rings, a bracelet and a nice gold necklace. He sprayed his neck liberally with his favourite eau de parfum and finished by painting his nails with a bright pink varnish. He was done. His transformation was complete. He was no longer Simon, but Simone, as he liked to think. As ever when he was dressed up, Simon felt a tremendous rush of sexual energy and his thoughts immediately turned to men. But Simon's clothes, make-up and jewellery were cloaking a secret sadness. He knew it even though he tried to deny it to himself. It was a sadness he was increasingly trying to drown in alcohol, which was becoming a worry to him. He desperately needed a boyfriend, but he was too shy, too frightened of people, to go out and find one. He looked back with horror to his early teens, when he had to endure a great deal of nasty name calling and bullying at school because of his delicate, feminine ways. That had made him turn in on himself and become very isolated. To Simon's credit, however, he had fought back through sheer hard work and his sharp intelligence. He became one of the best students at his school and had gone on to university, where he studied computer science and gained a first with a distinction. He had then obtained a good job as a software engineer with a large plastics company, where he earned enough money to satisfy his craving for all things pertaining to the opposite sex. He moved into a flat in the town where he had studied, where he could indulge his passion in perfect anonymity. Not only did Simon spend large sums of money in acquiring a wardrobe and range of cosmetics any shopaholic, fashion conscious girl would have been proud of, but he had even started using hormone creams on his chest, bottom and thighs. The results were disappointing for the first three months or so, then one day he noticed a puffy swelling around his nipples in the bathroom mirror, signalling the beginning of breasts. His thighs and bottom also began to fill out, his skin becoming softer. He had no idea where all this was going, but he felt compelled to follow the path of increasing femininity. Simon wanted desperately to look, dress, think, walk and even sound like a girl. He had developed a passable female voice by following a feminisation cd he had found on the internet. Still, he felt a horror of being discovered as a cross-dresser and feared being taken advantage of by more cynical people, being so timid. So he comforted himself with his fantasies. Indeed, Simon's masturbatory fantasies were extremely lurid. He would insert an anal vibrator inside himself, imagine being taken vigorously from behind, and ejaculate copiously. This evening, as usual, Simon reached for his bottle of gin, logged on to his favourite porn site, and watched a succession of gorgeous ladyboys being pleasured by handsome men, wishing with all his heart he could be like them. For him, they were the ideal to aspire to; they were so slim, sexy and had lovely small breasts. Yet Simon wasn't as far behind them as he thought. He was only 5 feet 6, of a very slender build, and had a nice shock of blonde hair that almost reached his shoulders. He had tried experimenting with wigs but decided his own natural hair looked best. That night he staggered drunkenly into bed and had the worst nightmare of his life. It was a recurring nightmare but this time it felt particularly menacing. He was walking on a path through a dark forest, dressed only in his lingerie and high heels. Every now and then he would come across gay couples having sex. When they saw him they laughed scornfully at his inability to be his true self. It carried on like this until he left the forest, a storm of derisory laughter sending him on his way. He walked on until he came to another forest, where the same humiliation was repeated, then another forest, again and again. Simon woke up in a cold sweat, terrified and very upset. He put his head in his hands and cried for several minutes, which made him feel a little better. Then he felt a determination that he had not experienced since school, when he resolved that the bullies would not drive him to suicide. He must break out of his isolation and meet a man, someone who would really care for him. Anything would be better than this gradual descent into alcohol dependency and depression. So Simon decided to place an advert in the personals column of a very respectable newspaper. The ad went something like this: Intelligent 21 year old, lover of animals and literature would like to meet older man 25-30 for friendship, perhaps more. Simon sent the ad off, already feeling better that he was doing something positive to improve his situation. The ad appeared in the paper over a couple of weekends. The first week, nothing happened, but on the Monday of the second week, Simon received three calls, all from guys who wanted to meet him. Simon arranged to meet them all over the course of the week for a drink. Simon honoured the dates but nothing came of them. He was so shy he couldn't give the best of himself and didn't know how to start or maintain a conversation. Anyway, he wasn't impressed with his dates. They all seemed to want someone more outgoing and fun-loving, whereas Simon was very reserved. Simon was beginning to feel it had all been a waste of time. He received no more calls for two weeks. Then, out of the blue, on a Saturday, he received a call from a man, obviously American, who wanted to see him. Could Simon meet him that very night? Why not, thought Simon. They arranged to meet outside a pub called 'The Peach' in an area of town where there were a large number of gay bars. Simon made the ten minute walk and waited nervously, his newspaper tucked under his arm; the old tried and tested method of being identified on blind dates. Simon felt a mixture of apprehension and anticipation. He had been in very few pubs full stop, let alone gay bars. The arranged meeting time of 8 o'clock passed. At ten minutes past, Simon thought sadly there was no point in waiting any longer when a tall, nice-looking black man approached Simon and asked in a polite voice if he was the guy had had rung earlier. Simon immediately recognised him to be a lecturer from the university, from the modern languages department to be precise. He was openly gay, but that wasn't usually a disadvantage in academia. "Hi, I'm Greg," he said, holding out his hand. "I'm Simon." They shook hands warmly, and then Greg motioned Simon inside the pub. "Don't I know you from somewhere?" asked Greg. "You might have seen me at the university where you teach. I left there just a few months ago." Greg's eyes reflected pleasure that Simon knew who he was. At least they had something in common. Greg asked Simon what he studied and what he was doing now. Simon felt at ease with him, and spoke openly without nervousness. They moved on to talk about relationships, Simon not being ashamed to admit he hadn't really had any. It turned out that Greg had just broken up with his ex-boyfriend rather acrimoniously and wanted to find someone else. The wine flowed and the evening flew by. They talked more freely with one another. Simon had never spoken so openly about his thoughts and feelings and found Greg to be utterly refreshing as a person as well as easy on the eye. However, Simon didn't mention his cross-dressing. At a certain point in the evening, Greg decided to take a chance and stroked Simon's wrist under the table. The effect on Simon was dramatic. It was as if sparks were shooting up his arm. He didn't pull his hand away, much to Greg's relief. Indeed, he squeezed Greg's hand tightly and smiled at him, as if to assure him his touch was very welcome. Eleven o'clock arrived and Greg announced he had to go home. "Do you live very far away, Simon?" "It's just a ten minute walk." "I'll walk with you then, if I may." "Of course you can!" Simon felt so comfortable with this man. He particularly liked the way he called him "honey" and "baby" in that charming American way. They started off together towards Simon's flat, continuing their conversation. When they drew close to Simon's flat, Greg persuaded him to make a little detour behind a wall which hid them from the main street. "Listen, Simon. I've had a great evening. You're really sweet and I'd like to see you again." "I've really enjoyed it too, Greg. Of course I'll see you again." Greg held Simon around the waist and asked if he could kiss him. Simon nodded and put his arms around Greg's neck. There followed the most delicious moment of Simon's sad young life as Greg's mouth met his in a very short but oh so sweet kiss. Simon's heart was thumping. He couldn't believe this turnaround in his fortunes. They walked the remaining distance to Simon's flat together. Greg promised to ring the next day. Only the call didn't come. Simon's heart sank. Just when he felt his life was on the up, his hopes had been dashed once again. The next day was the same. Simon reflected sadly that Greg was just too good for the likes of him. It was Friday when his phone rang. Simon replied in a tone filled with hopelessness. It was Greg. "Listen, Simon. I'm so sorry. I had to go away for a few days in a hurry and stupidly I forgot to take your number. If you'll forgive me I'd like to take you out this evening. That is, if you're not doing anything else." Simon knew from his tone that his apologies were genuine. His heart leapt at hearing Greg's voice again, and his spirits were given an immense boost. "No I'm not doing anything else, Greg. Just give me half an hour to get ready!" "OK. I'll call for you!" Simon hastily pulled on his jeans, t-shirt and a thick black sweater as the early spring weather was still quite cold. His doorbell rang. Opening the door, Simon could see that Greg's face was full of regret. "Hi babe," said Greg kissing Simon tenderly on the cheek. "I feel really guilty about not ringing you the other day. Let me make it up to you. We'll go for a drink then a meal. It's all on me." "Sounds good to me," replied Simon. "You had me really worried, I must admit. But I'm sure you had good reasons for having to go away. Please let's not mention it anymore." They spent a delicious evening together, drinking several glasses of wine in one of the smarter bars in town, and then heading off to a pizza restaurant. Greg was very frank with Simon about the series of disastrous relationships he had had. His personal life was almost at the opposite extreme to his professional life, which was very successful. At the age of 29, he was already regarded nationally as an expert in his field. Simon suddenly felt that, in return, he had to be honest with Greg. "Listen, Greg I have something to tell you," Simon said in a nervous voice. "I've been really worried about this and I hope you don't think me strange or anything, but...at home I dress as a lady. I've been doing it for years." "Well, so what?" said Greg, astonished that he'd even raised the issue. He grasped Simon's hand to reassure him. "After all, it's a free country! I know a lot of cross-dressers but I know you'd look better than the lot of them! How far do you go with your dressing up?" "The works: clothes, make-up, accessories, jewellery, the lot. I've even managed to develop a girl's voice." "That's cool." Greg felt himself grow hard in his shorts. He had always been secretly turned on by the thought of boys wanting to appear more like girls. As for Simon, it was as if a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. They proceeded to talk freely about Simon's fashion preferences and how he began cross-dressing. Simon felt enormously liberated. He had never talked like this so frankly with anyone. "Listen, Simon. Why can't I take you out all dressed up?" The very thought made Simon shudder. "I couldn't Greg. I just wouldn't have the courage." "Go on! You'd look great!" "I'm sorry Greg. Please don't make it a bone of contention!" Greg admitted defeat, albeit temporary. "OK then. We'll compromise. Put your best dress and heels on and come over for dinner to my place tomorrow. I could pick you up. You wouldn't have to walk very far in the open." Simon was very reluctant but his reticence began to fade as the level of the bottle of wine in front of him gradually emptied. He agreed, on condition that it was pitch dark when Greg picked him up and Greg parked his car as close to Simon's flat as possible. Greg walked Simon home. Again they stopped at the high wall near where Simon lived. This time Greg didn't need to ask. He held Simon tightly around his slim waist, pulled him toward him and kissed him deeply, his tongue entering Simon's mouth. Simon felt dizzy, not only with the drink but with the intensity of Greg's passion. "I've never met anyone like you, Simon honey. I feel so good when I'm with you. You're so sweet." "I feel the same about you, Greg. Simon rested his head on Greg's shoulder, sorry that their evening together was at an end. They parted. Simon felt on cloud nine. Never had he known happiness in his life. Now that he was experiencing this emotion, he didn't really know what to do with it. When he awoke the next morning -- it was Saturday -- Simon immediately regretted allowing Greg to persuade him. A knot of fear began to develop in his stomach at the idea of stepping out into the open air dressed as a lady. But he had agreed to and he wasn't one to go back on his word. Anyway, it would be dark; maybe no-one would even see him, let alone recognise him. Simon fussed and fretted about what to wear on his first outing as a lady but eventually settled on an elegant black dress, with a hemline just above the knee. He also put on some fancy lingerie, black stockings, and a pair of black stilettos. He rounded off his look with a nice chain necklace with large links. He decided to pull out all the stops, and even put on some false nails and eyelashes, which he felt made such a difference. After Simon had put on his make-up, he sat on the settee and downed a few glasses of wine for some Dutch courage. Eight o'clock came and the agreed-upon pattern of knocks was heard at his door. Simon was so paranoid he was frightened someone other than Greg would coincidentally call and catch him in his preferred clothing. But thankfully it was Greg. He looked Simon up and down and said nothing for what seemed a long time. Simon took this as a sign of disapproval and his face became downcast. "You think I look ridiculous, don't you?" Simon said sadly. But he needn't have worried. "Honey, you look gorgeous. No, you do really. A lot of the cross-dressers I've known just look like guys in drag, but you are the real deal baby. The only problem is...I probably won't be able to keep my hands off you!" Simon smiled, took him by the hand and kissed him tenderly on the cheek. Simon breathed a huge sigh of relief. He had been intensely worried about how Greg was going to take him dressed up. Simon picked up his clutch bag, filled with cosmetics and other girly things. They walked down the one flight of stairs, Greg's arm tightly around Simon's waist. Greg opened the main door to the block of flats and they emerged into the open. Simon felt as if he were crossing a kind of Rubicon -- no going back. The cool night breeze blew deliciously between his legs and up his dress, filling him with a sense of freedom and making him feel wonderfully feminine. He relaxed a little. Greg didn't let him go, knowing how worried he was. It felt slightly surreal, Simon's stiletto heels click-clacking sexily against the pavement. Several people passed them but they didn't blink an eye at the couple. Finally, after about two hundred yards, they reached Greg's car. He opened the passenger door for Simon in a gentlemanly manner and he stepped inside, smoothing his dress under him before he sat down. He had made it! On the short journey Greg felt the need to give Simon further reassurance. "Really, baby, you have a fantastic dress sense. I can't wait to see you in your other outfits." "Well I try to keep abreast of the fashions and what girls like to wear nowadays. I normally prefer mini-skirts and skimpy tops, but I thought seeing it was my first trip out I'd be a little more conservative." "Well you look like a very seductive lady. If I didn't know better, I wouldn't be able to tell the difference." Greg placed his hand on Simon's leg momentarily. Greg only lived ten minutes away. The pulled up outside quite an old but elegant block of flats. Greg opened the door for Simon and the pair walked hand in hand to Greg's ground floor home. Simon had grown in confidence and didn't flinch when a resident came out of the main entrance right in front of them and greeted Greg. He obviously knew him. The entered Greg's flat. It was neat and tidy with a nice feel to it. Everything was in its place and there was no clutter. "I've cooked you vegetable lasagne. I hope that's OK honey." Greg knew Simon was a vegetarian. "I'm sure it'll be fine darling." The use of the term of affection was not lost on Greg. Simon was becoming more relaxed and this was reflected in his speech. "Pour yourself a glass of wine while I get everything ready." Simon did so while Greg put some nice ambient music on his cd player. Simon settled down on Greg's sofa, crossed his legs and lay back. He hardly believed this was happening to him, the born loser, Simon. He had found a man he fancied like mad and his feelings seemed to be reciprocated. Even better, he appeared to accept his cross-dressing without qualm. They had a lovely meal while they chatted without reserve about their likes and dislikes, hopes and fears. Simon smiled freely in a way he had not done since early childhood. When the meal was finished they sat together on the sofa, holding hands, while Simon continued to down Greg's delicious white wine. Greg abstained, knowing he had to drive Simon back home. It's a Beautiful Day It had been a hectic past five years. I had fallen in love twice with men who turned out to be uninspired and now I was twice divorced and had to pay alimony to the men I chose to share my bed with. They were cute but they didn't have very good imaginations or what it took to be my man. Young muscular men had always been my downfall. Their touch was electric; their bodies were perfectly chiseled and their attention and enthusiasm for me was intoxicating. When I fucked, I wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck for hours, without any down time. The first time a man comes inside me is just foreplay for my pussy. The more I get fucked, the hornier I get. I had fallen in lust with countless men over the last ten years. They made me feel alive. Sexually they pushed me to my limits, taught me many new positions, introduced me to their fetishes and generally made my life worth living. The hot men of the world made me feel beautiful and attractive. They made me feel that all my hours of honing my fine features, countless manicures, buffing, hair appointments, etc. were actually worth the time and money. When I looked in the mirror I felt worthy of the young attractive men that I seemed to attract. I'd always kept very good care of my body and features so it was easy for me to think they wanted me for me, not for my money. Even though I was close to 40 it was usually the 28 year olds that were attracted to me and that was exactly what I wanted. I arrived at my new house for the first time in the cab of the moving truck I had hired. I had moved from another city so I had spent many traveling hours in the cab with the movers. The time went quickly because our conversations were sexually charged and stimulating. The driver was strong and had colorful tattoos and an easy way about him. There were two of them, but only the driver promised to be delicious fuck candy. As if on cue, he turned to me and posed a question. Mr. Eye Candy stumbled in his requested. "My friend has a lunch appointment but can I help you get moved in." His smile was so sexy; a spark united between us. I licked my lips knowingly, holding his gaze for a minute too long. Although our pretense was him helping me move, we both walked toward the door empty handed. He closed the door forcefully, smiled at me and pulled me to him in a passionate embrace. His cock rested hard against my thigh and we began a slow rotating grind. Our tongues circled, then his hands were in my long hair and he was kissing me and pulling on my bottom lip. He lifted my top over my head and continued kissing me while his hands kneaded my breasts and tweaked my nipples. Juices seared through me and I felt so alive. I took off my jeans revealing my black lace thong and watched him let out a slow whistle. I grinned as I watched him remove his clothing in an excited flurry. I loved the feel of a big hard cock penetrating my pretty little mouth. Within no time at all he was wearing a condom and getting his cock sucked by my hot little mouth. When he was making noises like he was close to coming, he suddenly picked me up and threw me spread eagle on the stairs. Standing before me he pulled my torso towards him, lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and watched my tits bounce as he penetrated my wet pussy. I felt his nice, slow, deep thrusts. He looked me in the eye shamelessly as he inserted his powerful cock inside me. I saw his face contort, and his breath become rapid as he was about to cum. He turned me over then. With the swoop of his hand I felt his cock hit my g spot and I moaned my approval loudly. Being a gentleman, he didn't release until he felt my orgasmic pulses around his cock. This put him over the edge and his orgasm erupted loudly. He pulled me up, took the condom off his cock and kissed me deeply. "If I didn't live in another city, beautiful lady, I would come back and fuck you, whenever I could." We would have talked more but the doorbell chimed. His co worker took one look at our flushed faces and inhaled deeply. He exhaled with a knowing smile. Moving in, to a new neighborhood without any friends to help me settle in proved to be a lonely task. My curtains were open and eager neighbors took to spying. Some men came out and made small talk while their wives anxiously looked through the curtain. Most of the men were older than 30 and although they tried to engage my smiles and sexuality, they were not what I wanted. The more men I met, the more disappointed I became. But it was a good thing. It would keep me out of trouble. Within weeks of moving in I could see the women in the neighbor hood converging outside in small groups, obviously discussing the array of fine young studs that I had prearranged online as fuck buddy friends, each more handsome and sexually alluring then the next. I didn't know if the women were jealous or judgmental, but it didn't matter. This would be another neighborhood where friendships would be hard to find. I wasn't living my life for their approval and lots of sex kept me happy; very happy. Much happier than small talk over coffee. I was careful and kept myself disease free by using good quality condoms, even giving blow jobs with them on. The variety of men and experiences is what keeps me interested in life. As the months went by the men of the neighborhood kept trying to attract my attention while the women nervously called them back. I had been through this so many times before; human nature being was it was. Then one day my sense of control shifted and I became totally captured by lust. I had been living in the house for six months when my next door neighbors' put up their For Sale sign. The people that viewed it looked more like business men, rather than families. There were no women around. A week later the sign was removed. The moving van came and went. Still I did not see a single person living in the house. It was Friday and I was going away to a nearby resort with one of my young fuck buddies and I still hadn't seen a soul, at the house but Monday morning was an entirely different experience. I was awoken after an exciting primal weekend by the sun shining through the window. I had just the sheers open and was happily enjoying the view of the trees and forest behind my house. There wasn't a path there so I didn't have any fear of being observed. Sometimes after a sexually exciting weekend I would miss the feel of a hard cock inside my pussy and would spread my legs towards the forest, close my eyes, and recapture the exciting events of the previous weekend with the use of couple of well formed toys. I was just coming strongly when I opened my eyes to greet a young attractive male who was making eye contact with me. I didn't turn away and he didn't either. I just kept riding the wave and fucking myself harder as the wave crashed into the shore line over and over again in my mind. I came over and over again, my gaze holding his, and it was fucking amazing. Exhausted and baffled I stood up fully nude and closed the curtains, assessing the situation calmly, fully relaxed from a very exciting set of orgasms. "What the fuck!" I said out loud to an empty house as the reality of what just happened hit me. I peeked around the curtain to see if he was still there but he wasn't. I slid on a silky peach robe and sat down in front of the television. My nipples were still rock hard through the sheer material. I didn't know what made me want sex to a dangerous degree, I just knew I loved it and thrived on it. It was my sustenance, my fuel, my energy source. I was sitting spent and totally relaxed on the sofa. My body was stiff and sore in certain places from endless fucking all weekend long. I thought about the Italian man I had over the weekend. Rolf was insatiable. He wouldn't stop. The time for my massage approached so I cleaned up and ventured out of the house. It was then that I noticed three, young, strong, men working in the garden next door to me. They all looked over at me at once as I walked out of the house. I felt a wave of attraction. They reeked of animal magnetism. Their strong sexual demeanor had a profound effect on my body. I could feel my clit jumping. One of them stood up and said, "Hello darlin, it's a beautiful day isn't it". His muscles were rippling in the sunshine. He wore just a simple white t that showed off his tats. All three men looked dangerous, and had erotic smiles when our eyes met. One had long brown hair that almost matched the length of beautiful brunette mane. Actually all three men had long hair which only made me want to fuck them more. I loved running my hands through nice long hair as I got fucked. At that moment I wanted to fuck them all. I wanted them all in my bed, seducing me, satisfying me, taking my luscious body for their sexual satisfaction. My breathing became rapid as my gaze reached up and down their impressive, fit bodies. Their raw sexual energy was a force that rippled through me. Being in top notch physical shape myself meant that I would accept no less from the man I was with and these men were incredibly hot. It was just then that John sauntered over to me. He was a pest; overweight and balding, but an informative pest. "If those men bother you Jenny, just tell me, and we'll petition them right the hell out of here." I looked at John as if he had two heads. Why would I want to have these beautiful specimens of gorgeous men out of my view? He went on to explain to me that they were convicts ready to be paroled and were adjusting to society. John told me the men were only allowed to venture out a 5mile radius from their homes. He went on to explain that many of the residents were upset with the development and wanted this criminal element out. I looked over at the men who returned my gaze with a steady sexual charged leering stare and realized what an incredible turn on they were. The man who had watched me masturbate wasn't one of the three doing yard work. "How many men are there," I asked breathlessly, my body tingling wildly. "Five or six," he responded. I inhaled and exhaled deeply, my nipples impossibly tight in my crop t shirt. "Just going for a massage," I said as I watched John adjust his junk and lick his lips. His sexual need made him almost fuckable. Maybe I would fuck him one day and make him lick my cunt for hours. He seemed very subservient and I'm sure he'd be willing to do whatever pleased me. I went for a massage and swore I had an orgasm while on the table. The attractive masseur just smiled at me as my body gave me away. Visions of the men next door and how I would enjoy them danced through my mind. The masseur did have magic hands though and although he was in a reputable sports massage facility he often massaged my tits and seemed to enjoy bringing my sexy body to an orgasmic release. And that he did. I ventured home. When I got there I was fortune enough to enjoy some more eye candy. The long haired adonis I had feasted my eyes on earlier was still there and he was joined by the man who had watched me masturbate and another younger man. As I pulled up and got out of my car, I felt their eyes on me. You would think I would have been very sexually satisfied by now, but my body gave me away again. I could feel their eyes undressing me, their soft lips caressing my nipples, another strong hand reaching down the front of my jeans to circle my clit. I emerged from the car in a daze. I didn't remember a time I had been so turned on. The way they made eye contact, the deviousness of their smiles, the questioning looks and oozing sexuality was the only object of my focus. "Oh, I forgot milk," I muttered to myself as I emerged from the car. My mind was entirely not on the milk. Their gazes seemed to strip me of my clothes and I couldn't concentrate on my thoughts. "You forgot your milk honey? I can get it for you babe. I'll be right back," the super attractive one said. I was stunned at his forwardness but I moved forward and withstood the sexually provocative gazes of the animals that stood before me. I didn't think of their possible offences, just of the dramatic attention they were giving to me all at once. I felt an overwhelming sexual force that was taking control of me. I fumbled with my change and realized I didn't have enough. I gave Mr. Eye Candy a ten dollar bill, while looking around him for his car. "Thanks beautiful, I'll be right back." He was polite, respectful and totally fucking hot. I watched him break into a jog following the curve of the cul de sac. Mesmerized I shook my head and opened the door to my house. I pulled up on my aching clit through my jeans, and massaged my hard as rock nipples the minute I was in the door. I went and poured myself a glass of white wine and turned on the stereo to some hard rocking tunes. The half dressed men's raw, gritty nature and polite respectful smiles were an incredible turn on. Five minutes later he returned, with a shy smile and two jugs of milk. He handed me the change, then looked at me pleadingly as if to say, "The ball is in your court beautiful." I was scared. These gorgeous, hot men were my next door neighbors' and I had to be careful before I made a decision to get involved. I knew the choice was mine, and that they would greedily reply, so I smiled and closed the door behind the long haired handsome young stud as he exited. That night I slept fitfully, dreaming of multiple orgasms and the three men that I wanted to share my bed with. I again used my vibrator to ease the sexual tension but this time I closed the curtains rather than leaving the sheers open. When I woke up I wondered if they were dreaming about me too. My dreams of being with the three of them were so vivid and real, and I felt sore like I'd been fucked by all three of them. I rationalized the soreness was likely from my wild weekend. I smiled as I poured the milk into my cereal; my clit already begging for attention. Living so sexually charged was exciting and I kept wanting more. It seemed that every day when I went outside there were combinations of attractive men to feast my eyes on. I started to ask more and more of them to run errands for me, knowing they would appreciate the extra money. Having lots of money give me the luxury to share. Often I would give them a sizable tip. I know they wanted to, but they never crossed the line and were sexually demanding in any way. Sometimes one of them would touch my hand while we exchanged money for errands, or a hand on my shoulder would send tingling sensations that left my skin flushed. I enjoyed the dance and living in a constant state of arousal. I began to pay special attention to gardening and would wear seductive clothing while doing so. Even though all I wanted to do was focus on teasing the boy toys that I craved, the older husbands continued to saunter over. Then the day came when my favorite, Stan, was all alone outside. It was a hot day and my vibrator was not doing the trick. I was impossibly horny and ready to cross the line. I needed a sexy hot man right away desperately. My urges were demanding. "Can you check out my air conditioning? I'm so hot and I can't seem to get any relief." I saw his cock rise as I spoke and pretended not to notice. I had never trusted him enough to invite him in the house before, but I needed a strong tongue satisfying my pussy, and I needed it now. I was a woman possessed, and needed someone new, and forbidden. He went around to the outside box and then came in through the front door to check the thermostat. When Stan came into the house, my hand brushed against him and my breathing changed. He looked at me questioningly then. As he stood in front of the thermostat I stood impossibly close behind him, resisting the urge to cup his sexy buttocks with an uplifting motion, but he beat me to it. Stan turned suddenly and kissed me, pressing his hard cock into me. "I'm sorry; I don't know what came over me. Please don't be offended, please don't report me. It's just that you're so fucking hot." His voice trailed away as I put my index finger up to my full pink lips then proceeded to kiss him wildly, returning his advances with intense desire. He wrapped my legs around his waist and carried me to the stairs, laying me down on the short landing pad. Within seconds he had my jeans and thong pulled down so all I was wearing was my short tee. Like a hungry untamed animal he started to devour my pussy. His tongue and teeth rapidly teased and twirled around my clit. Stan shoved two fingers in me roughly and started pushing them in and out rapidly as he licked and sucked on my clit. I rode the wave. Closing my eyes I focused on his animal energy. My first orgasm was amazing. He kept licking and lapping and fucking me with his fingers as it came, so much so, that my second one started right after. He didn't let up and let me rest but kept drawing out my orgasm with his sexual energy and strong movements and tongue. Before he finished I released four strong orgasms that left me totally relaxed and mindless. He kissed me then, lovingly, with caring and left, closing the door behind him. I left my discarded clothing on the landing and slowly took the stairs to my bedroom where I collapsed in an elated orgasmic state of total satisfaction. I cuddled my body pillow and was asleep before my head hit the pillow. The next morning the sun rose as it always did as if nothing had happened, as if I hadn't crossed the line. As I went to run my errands, I stepped lightly onto the pavement unsure of what the reaction next door would be like. Would Stan have told anyone, or would his gentlemanly respectable demeanor continue to set the pace. I looked at the men sitting on the benches in front of their house that morning and a flash of our hot sweaty bodies converging on my bed filled the screen in my mind. Another one of the handsome ones, Jason, rose from his lawn chair as I went toward my car. "Is there anything I can help you with Miss Jenny?" The look on his face was one of sincere innocence. Jason's hair was shorter and his features more rounded but he still had the strong build of the men that resided in the house. "Sure," I said, unable to resist temptation. I didn't know at that moment exactly how he could help me, but I had been nursing the idea of a shed in the backyard for a long time. If these beautiful young men built it, I could watch their strong muscles ripple while the sounds of drills matched my own clit stimulators and vibrators bringing me to even greater orgasmic pleasures. "I was thinking of building a shed. Do you think Stan and a couple of the other boys would be interested in building one? We could get the supplies today." "Sounds good. I'll go ask." When he returned Stan was with him. He smiled at me innocently like nothing had happened and we proceeded to the lumber yard. They loaded up my truck with the materials and placed them in the backyard with a tarp over them. The following days were an orgasmic feast. I brought the sexy men food and lemonade wearing the skimpiest outfits just to watch their eyes pop and their cocks grow hard. I'd let my breasts brush against them and would look at them seductively while our hands lingered while passing out lemonade, creating an electric charge that was tangible. It was after one of those tease sessions that I found Stan at my door. I was determined to not do it again, to not let a man into my heart or bed again, having found solace in my fantasies and vibrators for so many years now. But there he stood, the sweat making his body glisten. His lips so full, and his hair so attractive in the way it framed his rugged face. He opened the door and pushed it closed kissing me hard and deeply. I was taken by surprise, but I loved it. My body responded and I realized I needed him inside me, desperately. Before long I was putting a condom on his well sized pulsing member. It's a Beautiful Day "I'm going to fuck you til you cum baby, and then I'm going to fuck you til you come again." With those words he began thrusting his big cock into my wet pussy from behind on the stairs by the front door landing. He held my hair and pulled my mouth towards his, kissing me roughly. Then he penetrated me deeper, hitting my g spot over and over again. He fucked me sometimes slow and deep, then other times hard and wild. I stopped counting how many orgasms I had. There was a knock on the door. The room smelled of sex. "Stan, what the hell man, what's taking you so long. We're doing all your work." "Miss Jen had some plumbing that needed fixin. Sorry!" And with those words he was out the door. Days went by and we continued the same routine. I would seduce the boys building my shed and Stan would come fuck me hard. It was after one of these times of gazing at their delicious derrieres that I began to have fantasies of another sort. This time when Stan arrived for his booty call I had another suggestion. Within minutes of talking to the other two workers he was back. "They're in." I opened the door to see the other deliciously looking animals walk into my home. Trepidation raced through me. Would I be able to do this? I offered them all lemonade knowing full well that leaning against the cold pitcher would make my nipples impossibly hard. "You boys must be so tired from a long days work," I said leaning my hard nipples into the back of one of the men back while massaging his shoulders. He responded by turning his head and kissing me softly, sweetly. I felt a surge in my pussy juices. I followed the same routine with the second one, who decided to nuzzle my breasts. As I approached Stan he kissed me hard and cupped my pussy in my shorts. Stan proceeded to undress me in my kitchen, with the curtains open to the forest beyond. At that point I didn't care, because I was so turned on. If someone were to watch my very first threesome, who cares, these feelings of euphoria could not be duplicated. I was in a state of pure bliss. Soon hands were all over me, mouths kissing me everywhere, fingers probing teasing, then wham I was spread eagle on my kitchen table with one man holding my thighs in his hands while devouring my pussy. He was savagely gnawing at my clit, and then his tongue was lapping at me. My breasts were being bitten lightly, and massaged with rough needy hands, and then suddenly there was a cock in my mouth. A big cock was pushing between my lips as my head leaned over the table. From his scent I knew it was Stan. He pushed his hardness into my mouth and I felt him float from cheek to cheek. My body was on fire. My lust reigned supreme. Then I was being fucked and my legs were around one of the stud's shoulders. He slid in with slippery ease after having poured lube on his big hard cock. The man in my mouth came into his condom and then was replaced with the man previously adoring my tits. Now it was his turn to have his cock sucked. I sucked this new cock with exuberance, loving the feel of a hard cock in my mouth. After a while I got turned over. A strong firm hand started massaging my butt cheeks, while another filled my hot little ass with thick lube. Stan stood before me and fed me his cock while the man behind me parted my sexy ass and slide his manhood inside me piercing me with his lust. I was not used to this and started to protest but my mouth was full of cock. With a strong thrust he was inside me filling my ass with his thick meat and I was loving it. Strong deep thrusts echoed and vibrated on the cock in my mouth with every deep thrust in my ass. Both men came at once. Then I was on my back on the kitchen table. I turned my head just then and saw two of the boys from next door in my back window watching us. I heard the door open as the new arrivals walked into the kitchen. My pussy was spread wide as one of the new cocks entered my wet pussy. The other men's hands were all over me then teasing, massaging, caressing. Their mouths were arousing me at every turn. They were in my pussy, on my lips, in my navel. I was being pushed and pulled and turned and fucked royally. I was the princess of this gang bang and I loved it. I came and felt them cum more times than I could ever have imagined. Slowly they finished filling me, and fucking me, and kissing me and stroking me, and left one by one. Stan carried my well used beautiful body up the stairs to my bedroom. This time instead of wrapping my arms around the body pillow, I wrapped them around Stan and fell into a blissful sleep. I awoke to birds chirping and the smell of fresh dew. Stan had left. As I stretched I realized that my body was decadently sore in all the right places. I drew a bath and soaked in the tub before doing my makeup and walking out the door. Sure enough the boys were outside enjoying the fresh air. "Good Morning Miss Jen," the man who fucked my tender ass said with an endearing innocent smile. "It's a beautiful day, isn't it?" I had to agree. Yes, it was yet another beautiful day. It's a Beautiful Day "You know, it's lovely having you here Simon honey." "Thank you for inviting me, darling." Simon looked up to Greg with his bright blue eyes in such a sweet, appealing way that, after a pregnant pause, Greg could not resist kissing him fully on the mouth. Simon didn't resist. That was the trigger. Greg continued to kiss him, but more insistently. He placed his weight on Simon, who lay back on the cushions. Suddenly, Greg stopped. "Oh, I'm sorry baby. It's eleven o'clock. I'll have to take you back home." A look of sadness crossed Simon's face. "Unless...that is...you want to stay here tonight?" Simon's face glowed with unrestrained happiness and he cuddled Greg as a way of saying "yes". "In that case, I think I'll have some wine." The couple drank, talked and kissed for another hour or so, until Greg suggested they go to bed. Simon's whole body was tingling with excitement. He had fantasised so often about this moment and he just couldn't believe it was occurring in reality. Greg led him by the hand into his bedroom, which was as pleasant and orderly as his living room. Once there they again kissed passionately and repeatedly for a long while. Greg's hand eventually found its way up Simon's dress and stroked his nylon clad thighs. They parted for an instant, as Greg removed his shirt and Simon made as if to unzip his dress. Greg stopped him. "Let me undress you baby." Greg unzipped the back of Simon's dress and let it fall to the floor. Then he motioned for Simon to sit on his bed while he removed his stilettos. Simon stood up dressed only in his lingerie and stockings. Greg pressed him against his bare chest, then they kissed some more. "Oh my God, your skin is so smooth, so soft," exclaimed Greg. "You're so lovely. I want you so much baby." As for Simon, he couldn't find the words to express his feelings. After a life of virtual sensory deprivation and crushing loneliness, the sensation of full bodily contact with a man he had such affection for was simply overwhelming. Greg slid his hands down the back of Simon's panties, and fondled his soft, hairless buttocks with his large hands. He then unhooked Simon's bra and noticed, without surprise, his budding breasts. Finally, he pulled his panties right off but left his stockings on. He then bit lightly on Simon's erect nipples whilst massaging his thighs and buttocks, causing him to sigh girlishly. "Ooh Greg!" was all he could manage to whisper. After some moments, Simon responded by unbuckling Greg's trousers and pulling them down. His boxer shorts bulged massively at the front, revealing Greg's excited state. In fact, Simon had some trouble getting them off. When he did so, Greg's penis sprang up. He was already almost totally erect. Simon wanted to return the pleasure and knew what he needed to do. He gently restrained Greg and dropped to his knees in front of him. Taking Greg's penis in one hand, he pulled the foreskin back and began to lick the exposed gland, occasionally flicking his tongue at Greg's sensitive fraenulum. "Oh baby, that feels so good," moaned Greg. Simon became more confident in his abilities as a fellator. He ran his tongue repeatedly over the full length of Greg's erection, from the base to the tip, then took him into his mouth and sucked with great relish. Greg ran his fingers through Simon's hair as his young lover sucked and licked him for several minutes. Simon felt wonderful, kneeling before Greg submissively and pleasuring him. He would have loved to have Greg climax in his mouth, but Greg stopped him and pulled him to his feet. "Baby, that was so beautiful," he said, kissing him deeply and pushing him back on his bed. "I want you inside me Greg," whispered Simon. "OK baby. You haven't been with a man before so just relax and take it nice and slow. Tell me if you're hurting baby and I'll stop. I don't want to hurt you." Greg turned him around so he was on his belly. Greg placed a pillow under him to raise his bottom a little. Greg reached for a tube in his bedside cabinet, poured a generous measure of lubricant in his hand, and inserted his forefinger into Simon's little opening. He made contact with his prostate, provoking more sighs and moans from his young lover. Simon had never experienced such an intense sensation. Greg pushed in a second finger and continued to tickle his insides until Simon gave a particularly loud groan and spurted clear fluid into his pillow. Simon didn't understand he had had a prostate discharge, not a regular orgasm, and was surprised he hadn't lost his sexual energy. "That felt so good, Greg!" Greg reached for a condom and rolled it down the length of his erection. "OK baby. Just relax. If you are hurting, tell me and I'll stop." Simon couldn't respond but trembled with desire and anticipation. Greg gently spread Simon's milky-white buttocks and placed the tip of his erection against Simon's tight anus. He pushed it in, millimetre by millimetre. Simon tensed his muscles against the onslaught but gradually relaxed. Eventually his sphincter gave way and Greg was fully inside him. "How does that feel, baby?" asked Greg. "It hurts a little but it's OK." Very slowly and deliberately he withdrew and re-entered Simon several times until he felt Simon had got used to him and he could thrust a little quicker and harder without hurting him. "Oooh Greg. That feels nice. Please don't stop!" At each stroke Simon felt something like a bolt of electricity travelling up his spine. It was extremely pleasurable. Greg quickly established a rhythm of hard thrusting and they continued this way for several minutes. Greg then decided it was time for a new position. He pulled out of his young lover and laid him on his side. He then pushed inside him once again and continued his thrusting. It was nice because Greg could do this and kiss Simon mouth to mouth at the same time. Simon was really enjoying it now. Greg's powerful hands held him by the hips, and Simon could not have escaped even if he had wanted to. He felt deliciously vulnerable as Greg pounded into him, his thighs slapping against Simon's buttocks at each stroke. They were both now moaning unrestrainedly. After a few more minutes Greg stopped and asked Simon to get on top of him. Simon sat on Greg, facing him, and began to move his bottom up and down on him whilst gripping Greg's shoulders for support. Now and then he wriggled his bottom sexily, which sent Greg crazy with pleasure. Greg felt his climax approaching but wanted Simon to come at the same time. He began to rub Simon's foreskin rapidly. This was too much for Simon, who groaned and spurted his semen copiously over Greg's chest. In turn, Greg held him firmly around the waist and gave two or three tremendous upward thrusts. He cried out noisily as he orgasmed ecstatically inside Simon. Simon collapsed upon Greg and the two crushed their naked, spent bodies together. The sensation was incredible. They lay thus for a long time, then once again began to kiss and caress one another. "Thank you honey," said Greg. "That was wonderful." "No. Thank you, darling," insisted Simon. "You're a lovely man." They snuggled up in bed together and fell into a deep sleep with Greg's arms around Simon. This time there were no nightmares for Simon. He had slept ever so soundly in the arms of his lover. He woke up first and opened the curtains slightly. The bright sunshine streamed into the room. Greg was still sleeping soundly but Simon wanted to make love with him again when he was finally awake. After that, who knows? The day was full of possibilities. For the first time in an age, Simon was looking forward to the day ahead. It was going to be beautiful.