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My Date

By: corsetheelscollar



Chapter One

The first date went well. 

I met Francesca outside the cinema. She looked exactly as she had described herself. Tall, particularly in the incredible black boots, athletic, with long auburn hair. I was attracted to her straight away, and loved the way she took my arm, smiled and walked with me into the cinema.

We had a few minutes before the film started and so we chatted about ourselves. She told me she'd only just moved into the area for a job in insurance. I soon learned that she shared a flat with her sister Tommi, enjoyed horse-riding and music, and liked Italian food.

I found her smile captivating. I behaved impeccably through the film, even though it wasn't very good. Outside I invited her to an Italian restaurant, but she declined, telling me she had an early start. She did accept a lift home.

I didn't know whether I was being dropped, until she asked me in for coffee. To be asked into her flat was encouraging.

I followed her up the stairs, trying not to stare at her beautiful long legs. If she knew I was studying her, she didn't show it. Finally we were on her floor. She took out a bundle of keys and opened the door.

The flat was spacious with a combined kitchen and living room. I liked the stylish colours and furniture.

'Tommi!' she called. There was no answer.

'My chaperone is not here, so I'll have to trust you to behave yourself.' She patted me playfully on the cheek. 'Come on in.'

I took off my coat and laid it next to hers on a bureau by the door.

'Tea or coffee John?'

'Coffee please. White with no sugar.'

She went behind the kitchen counter and started to make coffee.

'Do you like the flat?'

'Yes it's lovely. What's the view like in daylight?'

She walked me to the window, and even though there was very little light she pointed. 'I can see the sea over there, and over there behind the second hill is the stables where I ride.' 'Shall I show you around? The coffee will be a couple of minutes yet.'

'Please.'

There was a balcony which she said she adored, a bathroom with an L-shaped bath squeezed into it, her sisters room, and finally her room. There wasn't much to see of her room. The only distinguishing things were the king-sized bed and exercise bench in the corner.

'Do you keep fit?' she asked.

'Occasionally. I'm more of a runner, although core strength is important for endurance.'

'Come on. I can hear the coffee dripping.'

We sat relaxing on the couch with cups of steaming coffee. She asked me to help her take off her boots. She said Tommi normally helped her. Of course I agreed. It was an opportunity for contact with her feet and legs.

She put her left leg up on a footrest.

'They are laced up the back. Start at the top.'

They were amazing boots. The bow was behind her knees and the laces zigzagged to just above her heel. When I'd finally loosened the lacing, I gripped the boot by the heel and pulled them off, carefully lowering her foot to the stool.

'Beautifully done.'

She offered up the other boot, and watched me as I worked. She pointed to where I should put them and then asked for me to massage her feet. I worked on each sole in turn, kneading and stretching.

'You can come again!' she said laughing. 

When I had finished, or rather when she told me I could stop, I sat next to her and enjoyed the coffee.

'Have you enjoyed tonight John?'

'Very much Francesca.'

'Would would like to see me again, only this time over a meal here?'

'I would. Can I bring the wine?'

We fixed a day for our next date.

'I'm afraid I've got to get some rest, and you'll have to go home.

Chapter 2

The time and day came, Saturday at noon. I knocked on the door. She answered. I offered her the bottle of wine and kissed her on the cheek. She asked me in. It felt like we were old friends already.

Tommi still wasn't home. I was glad. Three's a crowd. We had a lovely meal on the balcony. The sun was strong and the view breathtaking.

Conversation came easily and we talked about all sorts of topics. She was wearing a summer dress and elegant shoes. Her hair was in a bun at the nape of her neck. Around her neck was a thin black choker. Her smile made my day.

Afterwards we washed up together. As she passed me the bottle of wine she slipped, spilling red wine over my shirt and the waist of my trousers.

'I'm so sorry!'

'It's OK. It'll wash out.'

She tried to dab out the stain with a cloth, but soon realised it was hopeless.

'Why don't you use the shower and we'll get these in the machine.'

I was embarrassed, and if anyone was going to have to remove their clothes I wanted it to be her. I relented and took a long hot shower. 

When I had finished my clothes had been collected. There had been a bathrobe on a hook on the door, but it was gone.

'Francesca. Is there anything I can put on in the meantime?' I shouted through the door.

'What would you like John?'

'Do you have a robe?'

'Tommi has one, but she wouldn't appreciate finding a guy in it.'

'What about some shorts?'

It went quiet and then the door opened slightly. Her hand came through holding black shorts. When I took them from her I realised that they weren't exactly running shorts. They were black cotton knickers.

I tucked myself into them and reluctantly stepped through the door. Francesca looked impressed.

'Did you expect me to have male clothes in the house! Anyway, your clothes will be fifty minutes and then fifteen in the dryer. You look good John.'

I felt so vulnerable.

'Shall we look so something more suitable?' She walked me to her room and opened the large wardrobe. She flung other knickers and g-strings onto the bed.

'Any of those?'

'No.'

'Come on John! Smile! Let's have some fun while we're waiting.'

She stepped forward and pulled down my knickers, inspecting my naked body. Her hand brushed across my chest, stomach and hips before reaching my thighs. She didn't touch my cock, which was standing hard and erect, or my testicles, but swept round to my buttocks and down the crack to lightly touch my hole.

Chapter Three

'Would you like to play a game with me John?'

'Do I have a choice!' I said with a thin smile. Naturally I was nervous. A guy wants to be in control.

'When I was younger I had a doll. I'd dress her up. Now I'm a little older I'm expected to put those childish games away, but I miss them.'

She kissed me on my mouth. Her hands were pulling me to her chest. I'd have said anything to please her.

'Will you help me?' she whispered.

I nodded. She rewarded me with another deeper kiss, and then a playful smile.

'You shave, and I'll lay out some things. Hurry now!'

I did as I was told at the sink in the bathroom. She inspected me, took the razor to my buttocks, back and neck, rinsed me, and handed me a tub of cream. 'Rub in as much as your skin will absorb. It'll sooth your body.'

As I worked, she worked on my hair. I didn't have much length to it, but she tidied, brushed and trimmed it.

'Why are we hurrying?'

'Because Tommi is back at six, and I want you all to myself.'

Finally she was happy with my skin and hair. 

'Have you ever worn stockings before?

'No.' I lied. I had tried women's clothes before, but never found any satisfaction in it. This little adventure was an answer to an old fantasy, and I was determined to enjoy it.

She rolled each stocking up my legs. The stocking belt was a beautiful elegant piece, with four straps hanging down to accept the stockings. The colour of the stocking belt and knickers was powder blue with white lace trim. The knickers were quite large to accommodate and hide my cock. There was a pocket inside that held my shaft tight against my belly. The bulge was still visible, but only up-close.

'You have a great body for this John. Fit but not too muscular. Your Adam's-apple is too prominent , but I can hide that. Your face and hair are perfect.'

'The corset is next.' She showed me the corset. It was not dainty. It was a long, heavy, ribbed piece of material. It would stretch from my crotch to my armpits and lace all the way up my back. The breast shapes were part of the corset.

She laid it opened-out on the bed and I laid on top of it. It wrapped around me. The lacing started in the middle, but there were separate laces at the neck and between the legs.

It took so long to lace it, with Francesca working harder and harder to squeeze any flexibility out of my body. I felt it squeeze particularly at the waist. She commented on my hourglass figure, and even told me she was jealous of my waist.

'Have you dressed a guy before?' I asked.

'Yes I have, but you are far prettier.'

I wasn't used to being called pretty.

'How often?'

'We're nearly done. Stand up if you can.'

I used my arms to struggle to my feet.

Chapter Four

I repeated the question as she knelt at my feet, offering up black patent leather shoes to first my right and then my left foot.

She took my hand and led me around the room. It was like walking on stilts, but I quickly began to master it if I moved slowly and smoothly. Is this why models walk the way they do?

'I've had plenty of practice, particularly on my brother, Tom.'

'So Tommi is Tom?'

'Used to be. He liked it so much he burned his own clothes, got a new job and new friends. You'd have to look at his passport to know.'

'Any other family around?'

'We don't see much of Dad any more, but Mum comes to stay quite often.'

'I'm sorry to pry, but what did your Dad think when Tom changed?'

'I don't care. And Tom didn't change, he just hadn't realised who he was. Well done. You're getting the hang of heels John.'

'It's not what I expected of a second date!'

We laughed easily together. I overbalanced and fell into her. She took my weight in her arms easily and pushed me back to a balanced position.

'Shall we pick a dress together?' she said enthusiastically.

'We've come this far.'

She already knew which dress she wanted me to wear, and I went with her decision. It was a off-the-shoulder black dress that slipped over my head and covered the corset. It showed my new figure perfectly, but Francesca insisted that wide black belt around my waist would make it even better.

It was a two inch leather belt that fastened at the back with twin straps and mechanical catches. If a weight-training belt could be made to look feminine, it would look like this. She was delighted that I got to the first hole on the strap and the catches clicked shut.

'Do you dare to walk outside with me John?'

'How far, where to, and do I have to use the stairs? I really wouldn't want to be recognised.'

'With make-up and one of my wigs, your closest friend wouldn't recognise you. Don't worry about the stairs; there's a lift at the end of the corridor.'

My wig was long and black. The plucking of my eyebrows and application of make-up did nothing for me, but she obviously enjoyed it. It all took about half an hour.

In the lift we were alone, but once on the pavement we were passing people. I didn't know whether I was being stared at. Francesca insisted they couldn't care less and for me to talk to her and keep my eyes forward. I did as I was told and tried to trust in her.

'You're doing so well. I'll buy you a coffee.' She pointed to an outdoor table of a coffee shop and told me to sit.

I must have sat like a man, because she quickly showed me how to sit, crossed legged with toes pointed. Posture was not a problem as I was held tight and straight by whalebone and leather.

As we drank she took my picture with her phone and sent it to Tommi. She told me about the sissy dressing-service business she ran with two friends and about the website where my picture would go.

Inside I wanted to panic about a photograph being taken and published, but I tried to reassure myself that nobody could recognise me like this. There was after all, nothing I could do about it.

Chapter Five

We arrived back at her flat. She was full of praise and kept telling me how pleased she was with me.

All I cared about was relieving my bladder! I asked her if I could use her bathroom and for help freeing my cock. She laughed and said I should learn to do it myself.

In the bathroom I eventually managed to unlace the corset at the crotch, peel down my knickers and relieve myself. As I waited for the stream to subside I wondered what she meant by saying 'You'll have to learn'. Would I be wearing this regularly?

Francesca opened the door as I was washing my hands.

'Thank you for the coffee.' I said, looking for something to say.

'That's OK. It was my pleasure to walk you and show you off. I'm going to have a shower before work. Will you be a sweet thing and tidy the kitchen for me?'

'Yes, of course.'

'Wonderful. The lunch plates are in the sink for washing and then wipe down all the oven and all the surfaces.'

She patted my bottom as I left. 'Oh. One more thing. That dress you're wearing is very important, so look in the bottom draw, find an apron and put it on.'

The bottom drawer held a few kitchen towels and white aprons. It was a very French maid type cotton apron which you tied with bows at the neck and back. There was a lot of cord, so the bows turned out to be quite large.

I set to work, and listened to the singing coming from the shower. I really was getting the hang of moving in heels!

When she came out of the steam-filled bathroom in a towel, I couldn't help staring.

'Are you finished your chores?' she asked sternly

This game had moved into a new phase. I was being dressed, paraded and put to work by her. Her tone had changed as well, from playful to commanding.

I wanted to escape back to my comfort zone, but didn't know how.

To be Continued...

My Date Night



Hi Sammy, I home for a little while. I have a date tonight with Marcus at 8pm. I need to get ready. Do you want to help? or better yet... you DO want to help... don't you? Before we start, where is your cage? Just put in on the counter next to the key, when I am leaving, I'll put it on you.

I need to take a shower and shave, please get the water going while I play with myself... and don't forget the shaving cream, oh... what are you looking at?? My pussy?? yes you'll need to shave it tonight... I don't want any stubble. Tell ya what, turn off the shower and get on your knees right here. That's it, put your nose right up to my pussy, tell me what you smell... I didn't say you could touch it... are you TRYING to get punished?? Now I want you to take 2 fingers and stick them up my hole and move back and forth ever so slowly... make sure you get the honey flowing... that's right... a little faster now... look at your hand... it's covered with me... now add the rest of your fingers and slowly stretch me out... you know how big Marcus is... I want to make sure the fit isn't too tight for him. 

That's my boy... all the way up to your forearm and back out soo very nice... now take your tongue and flick at my button... i didn't say suck or lap... i said flick... you are really looking for punishment tonight... I'll think of something drastic. Now take you other hand and let me cover it with baby oil... i see that smile... you know where this one is going... don't you... all right... get started... you never know, Marcus may bring 1 or 2 of his friends with him and they are just as big as him. YUMMMM. that's right keep the pussy hand moving in and out and slowly get the other hand going in and out of my ass... i want you to get it up as far up your arm as possible... that's it... build a rhythm with both hands... now start licking my button and sucking on it... make me cum... and don't you dare cum. 

Thank you Sammy, that was very nice... considering your hands aren't even has big as his cock... and I know you tried... now go start the shower again... I want the vanilla soap tonight... I love the smell of vanilla and sex together... stays on my skin for hours... and you have to smell it and know that you aren't on me anywhere... it's all Marcus and me... and maybe Joe.

I will say Sammy you have a way of making my scalp relax when you are washing my hair... feel so peaceful. Make my nipples stand up when you wash them... no... i didn't say you can use your mouth... what am I going to do to you!!?? inspect my pussy... is it soft enough that it doesn't have to be shaved... no... ok... get down there and shave it well... did you get all the hairs off on me... give my clit a good licking to make sure... i don't want any stray hair to show up on my red dress.

That's right, the red dress... I know you laid out the white... but I don't want to look virginal tonight... i want every man that sees me to want me... so did you pick out the red bra? How about the red one with the black lace and the hole for the nipple to push thru. Yes I know my dress is sheer and I know it slits up the front and just barely stops at my pussy and no I'm not going to wear a slip under it. I know I'm not supposed to bend even the slightest over or everything will show. I want to feel like a slut and I want Marcus to know it and to treat me as such... The sex will be so much hotter.

Do you want me to tell you where we are going?? I'm going to anyway. Remember the Red Rooster Club... yes the swingers club!! Oh yeah... now you know why the bare minimum in clothing... I want to dance up against every hot cock in the place and play with a few of them... I want to feel hands all over me and in me, then I'm going to take Marcus right there on the dance floor with his buddy pounding my ass... Hopefully someone will pound his too... YUMM

Ok... that's enough... now for one last check... stick your fingers in my pussy and make sure they are soaked... let me lick them off and taste myself... Oops that's the doorbell. Must be Marcus. go answer it please... I didn't say to wrap a towel around you!

Hey Handsome, I was just getting ready to cage Sammy up. He was a bad boy tonight and I need to think of a suitable punishment for him. I know... stick him in the corner with his face to the wall and you just fuck me right now... yeah... Ok Sammy here is the panties you wanted me to wear... enjoy them, I used them to wipe me out with Marcus all over them. Your punishment is that I won't tell you how many cocks or hands that were in me or on me... or what else I did tonight when I get home. I won't wake you up when I get home... and I'll probably not even come home tonight... sweet dreams!!



My Date Night with Her Asshole



I came home from work today and my wife was waiting for me upstairs. It was our "date" night, when my inlaws took the kids to their house for a few hours so we could have some time alone and try to find our sanity, if only temporarily. Anyway, the house was already cleaned when I got home and my wife had already done her workout video and showered. Her hair was still a little wet and she was wearing some comfy around-the-house clothes. Still, the thought of her being all sweaty just a little while before and now being all cleaned up was so sexy. I kissed her and went into the bedroom to start undressing and putting my clothes away. In the meantime, she finished straightening up the kids' rooms and then came into the bedroom. 

"So, are you ready to see my underwear?" she cooed from across the room. 

"If you're ready to show it to me, baby," I replied, trying my best not to sound like the horned-up adolescent we both knew I was at that moment. It was the one night each week that I actually got laid, and I couldn't wait.

My wife then tugged at the waist of her pants and bent over low as her pants slid off her hips. Staring me in the face was the hottest little pair of black panties I had seen her in for quite some time. They were basically a full-cut bikini, but in the back there was a deep-plunging vee cut out that was "laced-up." So there was her cute little coin slot just begging for a deposit.

My flag was already at half-mast when I came around the bed and took her in my arms. We kissed deeply and groped each other shamelessly, as if we hadn't touched since the last date night. We hadn't. My fingers slid inside the vee and teased her ass as our tongues touched. 

Soon, I was sitting on the edge of the bed and my cock was in her mouth. I told her she picked the perfect panties for that position since I could check out her ass while she was on her knees. She was doing everything right with her mouth and I was hard as a rock right away. She started kneading my balls and I almost lost it. She seemed to be a different woman tonight. I was becoming totally wrapped up in this, forgetting all the usual hangups and restrictions. That's when I knew what I had to do.

After working me into a ball-churning lather, she came up to kiss me and then I asked her if there was anywhere she would like me to kiss. She smiled coyly and spun around me toward the bed, turning onto her back so she could lay back with me between her legs. I quickly grabbed her hips and held her with her ass still in the air. 

"No, this way," I whispered in her ear. 

"Oh, OK," she said, a little bit surprised at the break of protocol. I think she knew what I had in mind, and I think she wanted it as well.

She bent over the edge of the bed and presented her beautiful booty to me, and I knelt to worship it. To me, her ass is still a work of art, although she worries it has gotten too big and soft after giving birth twice. I grabbed each cheek and began to kiss softly through the vee in her panties, on the top of her crack. I didn't waste too much time pulling down the panties and instructing her to get her knees up on the edge of the bed so her ass and pussy would hang exposed over the side.

Now, I've tried in the past to explain to my wife what a glorious sight it is when you see a beautiful ass and pussy bent over just inches from your face, but she just doesn't seem to understand why men find it so appealing. If only she could see what I was seeing, she would be a believer. I might as well have been staring at heaven itself. I tried not to seem overly eager as I extended my tongue and started to flick it over her exposed, vulnerable clit. She let out a soft moan of pleasure, and I thought that she just might be in the mood for this after all. It had been so long since I had filled my most urgent need and maybe tonight would be the night.

Her asshole began to call to me as I worked up and down along her pussy lips, sucking them in and darting my tongue inside her hole. It was so clean from the shower and the light was dancing on the ends of the faint little hairs around her puckered little brown spot. I was becoming delirious with desire and she was moaning unashamedly as she wiggled her ass in my face. I slowly licked up from her clit, along her cunt and soon felt the bump of her taint under the tip of my tongue. She couldn't wait any longer for me to get up the courage so she dropped down a bit and backed her asshole onto my tongue. I thought I was going to shoot a load instantly as I found the tip of my tongue buried in her backdoor and my lips pressed up against her furry little ass crack. 

All shame and anxiety left me as I realized how much my wife was loving the rimjob I was giving her. I reached a hand up to work her clit as I ate her asshole with reckless abandon. She was moaning like a whore and arching her back to give me full access to her most intimate places. I was happier than a kid in a candy store, eating her sweet asshole the way I had fantasized about so many times. 

After a while, I just couldn't wait to fuck her and cum inside her. I gave her one last lick from clit to crack and turned her over on the bed so I could get on top. She was just as ready, so we reached for the lube and the condom and got down to the fucking as soon as we could. Three orgasms for her and one toe-curler for me and we were laying on the bed in a sweaty heap, breathing hard and touching each other lightly. 

"Now, that's a date night," she murmured as she snuggled against my chest and wrapped a leg over my waist.



My Date With A Teenager



(c) Copyright 1998 by "A Dave In PA" 

My Date with a Teenager

by Dave in Pa.

I could not believe I said that! 

What was I thinking? 

I must have been crazy. In a restaurant yet, with people around who might have heard. 

We were being flirtatious, even suggestive, but I was sure as soon as I said it that I had gone too far, too fast. And regrets were now swirling in my head. Yes, I said it all right...and I certainly could not take it back once I had. 


Strangely enough though, she wasn't upset or mad. She only smiled coyly; almost as if she was glad I said it. Yet, I've never been so forward in sharing my thoughts, nor have I ever used that language directly to a date, especially a FIRST date. I was expecting her to be upset, slap me or throw her water at me, but she didn't. She just kept smiling at me. 


"Do you think you would enjoy that?" She said cutely.

"I'm fairly certain I would" I replied dryly while taking another bite of my food and trying to not to show the panic that was racing threw my mind as a result of my unusual boldness. "But you never know until you actually do it." I took a drink of water.

"Hmmmm....then maybe sometime we'll have to give you the chance to fulfill your desires," she countered even more teasingly. She sweetly giggled again. 


"I'm looking forward to it....In fact, I've never looked forward to it more." I looked at her directly then and chuckled. 


"More coffee, sir?" The waitress interrupted. 


"huh?..... oh yes, please....... Oh... wait.... no... never mind.... we'd like to get the check and be on our way." 


I looked at her and we both broke into laughter as we realized this was no time to delay over coffee. Yes, I guess I WOULD like to be on my way. If she's going to let me do what I just asked....I certainly don't want to wait any longer. 


She is so cute, so pretty and so wildly sexy, all at the same time. She's little more than a girl, but yet the most desirous of any woman I have ever known. Her bronze colored skin and dark eyes gave her the most exotic and intriguing look in the dim light of the restaurant. Very Mediterranean. As I gazed at her I could only imagine the thrill of running my fingers through her thick, long, dark, curly hair and stroking lightly her long, smooth and slender legs that supported her incredible body now covered in a sexy, tight, short, form fitting black dress and high heals. Only in my dreams had I ever imagined someone who stirred my emotions and my desires like her.


 Her name is Ryan. Typically a boy's name, I know. But when you think of it, and disassociate it with it's usual gender, it is a very pretty name. Ryan. I like it...a lot!


 I met her on-line, but I'm not even sure how. She was so cute with her e-mails that I knew almost immediately I wanted to know her and even meet her. But there was this problem. She's only 19 and I'm 40. "Would she have interest in a forty year old?" "Should I even entertain the thought?" "Well, what the hell" I thought, "Lets just see what happens." 


So, there I was, in a fine hotel restaurant in down town Philadelphia with my 19 year old dream lover and it looked like this dream was about to get vividly more real. I was now wishing I had made arrangements to be out all night. I had a time limit that was now pissing me off. 


As we left the restaurant and headed toward the lobby I watched her walking from behind. "God, what great legs and what a nice ass" I was thinking. I smiled too as I thought about what others who saw us might be thinking. Me, a white guy easily identified as being in my 30's, at least, with a very young girl of mixed races; Italian and African. Anyone who was watching our flirtatious behavior in the restaurant and our silly giggling and touching as we walked along the corridor, would have known right away that we were probably lovers and not friends or family. Of course, we were not lovers...at least not yet. But I sure was having fun just goofing around with this incredible female specimen and thinking about being her lover. She made me feel like I was her age instead of the age I am.

As I thought about our age difference I was suddenly hit with doubts. "Does she really like older men like she said? Does she really like me? It seems hard to believe. She could be with just about any guy and she's here with me." 


"So what's next?" she asked as we entered the lobby.

"Well, you have a couple of choices" I replied. 


"Oh yeah, what are they?

Of course there was only one choice that I wanted her to make, but I still wasn't sure exactly where this rendezvous was heading.


 "We can go for a walk outside." I suggested.


 "Or?"


 "Or we can continue our conversation over some wine in a more relaxed ambiance." I said hopefully.


 "Okay" she said. 


"Okay, what?" I replied.


 "The wine thing" she said eagerly. "But I'll probably get carded."


 "No...not here you won't.....you're safe with me." 


When we realized how silly that sounded considering, we laughed out loud. 


"Can you trust me in an elevator? I asked her jokingly as I led her toward them. 


"No.....but then I was hoping you weren't trustworthy" 


"Oh really?.....well, your right!...You can't trust me in an elevator. But come with me anyway.....I have a surprise." 


We got in the elevator and happily we were alone.

I leaned back on the wall and looked at her. She was so beautiful.

"Am I to assume you're taking me to a room in the hotel?" she said with a smile.

"Well, ya know....I WAS a boy scout."

"Oh really? Some boy scout.....what's that have to do with it" she said sarcastically.

"I'm just being prepared....you didn't expect less, did you?"

"No, I suppose not.......It's part of why I like you older guys. You're so romantic. So is this room where you're hoping to do what you told me downstairs you wanted to do?

"Umm...." I was sweating a little now...I could feel my face turning red. "Think quick!" I told myself. Say something cool.....or funny....or something!

What exactly do you think I said? I replied innocently as I tried to remain calm and keep the growing bulge in my pants from showing. After all, I did know what she meant.

She stepped closer to me, put her hand up to the side of my face and pulled me toward her as she whispered in my ear, "YOU know...say it again...I want you to say it again."

I put my arms around her and pulled her against me. I gently kissed her cheek and her neck. Then I nibbled at her ear. "I want....I want you." I whispered.

She giggled. "That's not what you said downstairs. Come on...I want to hear you say it again."

I smiled and started to get up the courage to whisper it again.

"Oops." I exclaimed, "We're here...our floor." And with that the doors to the elevator opened.

As we walked the hallway to the room, I could hardly control myself. I wanted this woman very much. But I kept reminding myself that she could just be teasing...so I shouldn't get too excited. I opened the door and followed her in. She immediately kicked off her shoes, sat on the king sized bed and said, "Okay....where's this wine you promised?"

"Right here.....just hold on." I replied. "I gotta open it first."

I opened the bottle of white Zinfandel.....what she had once mentioned she liked...and filled two glasses.

"I have to light the candles first, though." I said as I hunted for my lighter.

"Candles?......hmmm...you do everything right, don't you?" she joked.

"For the right woman I do." I said back with a "cat that caught the mouse" expression.

"So am I the right woman?" 
 "Right now you are." I said as I chuckled.

"Oh...so that means anyone would do, it's just that I happen to be here? ...Thanks a lot. Ya know....I think I better go."

She put down her wine and headed for the door. I put my glass down too and ran over to her just as she reached the door. I grabbed hold of her and turned her around. She tried to resist and I could tell she was a bit upset. I pressed myself against her and held her against the door.

"Ryan," I said, "That's not what I mean. I was only kidding." But I knew I had said a dumb thing. 
 "How do I know?" she snapped back.

I pulled her away from the door and hugged her. I kissed her cheek and then held her there in silence.

I really didn't know what to say. Anything I thought of saying sounded like bullshit, but I really DID think she was special and I hadn't invited her out to dinner only thinking that I was gonna get laid. I really did like her...but how do I prove that? How do I prove to her that I respect her? What should I say? Geez....I was sure I had blown it and I was speechless.

"Kiss me." I heard her say....I think.

"Huh?"

"Kiss me you jerk...before I change my mind."

I looked deep into her eyes while I put my hands on her cheeks and stroked them gently. Her hair was down in front of her face on one side and I pushed it back away. Her full, wet lips were waiting for me, but I couldn't stop staring at her. She was so lovely.

I moved my lips toward her slowly and we touched lightly. We kissed so gently, slowly and softly. I held her face closer while I ran my fingers through her hair. Suddenly our lips joined and we kissed passionately, long and hard. My tongue was drawn into her warm mouth where it met with her tongue.

Our kisses grew in intensity and passion as we stood there. Finally we moved over to the bed, and as she laid down, I laid next to her, our arms and legs entwined.

As we kissed I realized how good she smelled. I hadn't noticed before, but her perfume mixed with her natural scent was so stimulating and I was now feeling the discomfort of an erect penis trapped behind my pants. In my growing passion I could not help but to start rubbing my hands on her body; First her back and then her hips and thighs. I ran a hand up along the side of her body and brushed her breast as I went by to her shoulder and down her arm. I grabbed her butt and pulled her toward my hips and she started to grind her hips on mine. Her short skirt rode up above her hips and I felt her panties ever so lightly covering her ass. She felt so good. My hand returned to her right breast and I cupped it over her clothing. My thumb rubbed gently over her nipple and I could feel its firmness even through her bra and dress. She gasped slightly as I pressed lightly on her nipple and I began to think about getting her completely out of her clothing.

We continued to kiss passionately as I wanted to take in all of her. I was enjoying so watching her face and lips exhibiting such pleasure from the attention I was giving her. I pulled her up to a sitting position and unzipped the back of her dress. I pulled it down off her shoulders and she pulled her arms out of the sleeves. Behind the lacy black bra were the most beautiful, perfect breasts I had ever seen. Her nipples poked firmly at the shear fabric surrounded by her dark, swollen aureole. She pushed the rest of her dress off and dropped it to the floor. Now she sat there in just her bra and panties and my eyes feasted on this beautiful creature that would, hopefully, soon be all mine to consume.

She reached for my shirt and started to unbutton it. I joined in the effort and soon was bare chested before her. She felt my arms and ran her fingers through the hair on my chest feeling my pecs and my ribs.

"Take them off", she said quietly and I knew exactly what she meant. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped the fly. She motioned for me to stand up, which I did. As my pants dropped from my waist, I kicked off my shoes. My pants fell to the floor and I stepped out of them. I took off my socks and laid back on the bed next to Ryan. She couldn't help but notice my erection as my shorts couldn't quite contain it. Her hands went to work on caressing my body.

She laid next to me and lightly ran her fingernails up and down my legs, careful not to touch my swollen organ. I was getting so excited I wanted to rip off my shorts, grab my cock and jerk-off in front of her. I needed relief so desperately. But I allowed her to continue her magical massage.

With increasing firmness she rubbed my body using her whole hand and fingers to squeeze my arms and thighs and shoulders. I also was caressing her back and ass. She felt so soft and feminine and the thin, silky feel of her panties over her buttocks was really such a turn-on. After what seemed like fifteen minutes of this teasing and tingling, she pulled herself closer to me, pushed me completely onto my back, and kissed me. She pushed her tongue deep into my very receptive mouth as her hand pushed under my underpants and she began to stroke and rub my now aching and throbbing cock. Up and down the shaft she gently rubbed and teased. Then she reached down farther and massaged my balls. Her hand felt so warm and gentle, yet at the same time she knew exactly how to grip firmly to really send me into craziness.

As she stroked me and kissed me, I fumbled a bit but finally unhooked her bra and got it off her shoulders. I was getting too excited, too quickly, so I tried to slow her down. But I was too late to stop her from pulling my shorts down and fully releasing my dick. The coolness of the air and the realization that I was now fully exposed in front of her was almost too much. I tried hard to hold back an orgasm that now seemed eminent. When she finished working my shorts all the way off, I pulled her back up to me and rolled her onto her back.

Her erect and pointing nipples just screamed at me to be molested. I wanted to make love to her tits and devour them. I moved my face down to her chest and held each breast in my hands. I caressed them and gently squeezed them together. Then I began to kiss her chest and lick at the sides and bottom of her sweet mounds. I used my tongue to circle her nipples as I allowed my lips to gently rub against them as if by accident. Occasionally she let out a quiet moan and then a gasp whenever I touched her nipples. Her hips began to move rhythmically against my leg and I could feel the heat and wetness coming from her pussy. 

Then quickly I sucked in her whole left nipple and aureole. My tongue kneaded her nipple in my mouth and I teasingly bit softly with my teeth. My left hand grabbed her right tit and I pinched the nipple gently but firmly while I held tightly onto the bulk of her tit. She gasp louder and moaned a through some phrases like, "oh...yes...that feels so good.....mmm.....yes keep doing that...." 

I kept kissing and sucking and caressing her breasts, chest, neck and arms and slowly moved further down to where I could also kiss her belly. I wanted to go on with this for hours and I don't think she would have minded. But I also wanted a bigger prize; the taste of this increasingly hotter, wetter, very fragrant young pussy that was grinding feverishly against my naked hips. 

I moved my right hand down to pull off her panties as I began to kiss and tongue her navel. As I did she raised her hips to allow me to take her panties completely off and now she too was completely naked. I moved down further and positioned myself between her legs and began to kiss her calves and knees. Slowly I caressed her legs with my hands and moved my kisses further and further up the inside of her thighs. Her pubic hair, neatly trimmed and dark, was so wet it glistened in the soft candlelight. All around her pussy it was already soaking wet and her clit was incredibly swollen. 

Just as I moved my hands to the inside of her upper thighs, with the intention of spreading her legs farther apart, and as I was about to kiss her leg just inches from her pussy lips, she pushed my head away and said, "No!"

"NO!?" I thought. Oh my god I can't stop now! I have to eat this sweet, gorgeous pussy or I will die!

"No?" 

"No." she said again, but continued. "not until you say it.....I want to hear you say it. Like you did downstairs."

I couldn't believe she was gonna put me through this, but I was willing to do anything at that point. Quietly I began to repeat my boldrequest from the dining room, "I want to......."

"NO silly, I want you to say it like you mean it!" she instructed with a giggle.

"Oh shit," I thought, "she's such a tease." 

"Okay" So I said it with more volume, "I want to..."

"No....no...NO" she interrupted again. "I want you to say it passionately and desperately...like you said it down stairs."

I gave her an understanding smile and proceeded to start over, kissing her knees and stroking her thighs with my fingers. In a very short time we were back to the point we had been before and she seemed confident I would now say it right. She relaxed, closed her eyes and spread her legs wide. I kissed the back of her thighs right up to her butt. I folded her knees in and wrapped my arm around her leg and I kissed up and down the inside of her leg allowing my cheek to occasionally rub against her pussy. I could taste her juices on the side of her legs and her smell was irresistible. I knew she wasn't going to let me get any closer until I spoke that fateful request, and I knew that neither she nor I could wait much longer for the inevitable. 

I was nervous and uncomfortable at first because it sounded so crude and pornographic, but I began to say it anyway.

"Ryan,.....I want to taste your pussy."

She moaned and said, "Keep saying it......keep saying it baby"

"I want to taste your hot, wet pussy." I repeated actually starting to enjoy the dirty talk.

I moved my mouth toward her lips and she held me back again.

"Say it again."

"Oh Ryan......let me eat your pussy....I want my tongue in your pussy."

She moaned in approval, "Keep going....more."

I continued to kiss her legs getting closer and closer to her pussy lips and her mound. I rubbed her legs and hips with my hands.

"I want to suck in all of your wetness.....I want to suck your clit, baby."

She was breathing so deep and heavy and a whimper was present with every exhale, but she kept talking back. "Oh David, do you really want me? Do...you.....really....want my pussy?"

"Oh god yes......let me stick my tongue in your hot, sweet, young pussy"

"I want you to have me,......my....pussy. I want you to have it...."

I kept licking closer and closer eventually rubbing my tongue past her rectum and to the base of her vaginal opening. She moaned even louder and pulled her legs up spreading them to give me full access to her glorious crotch and her pink, swollen pussy. I knew she was ready for me to enjoy the feast as she tried to pull my head further in between her legs. But I wanted to keep teasing her a bit longer. Plus, I was now thoroughly enjoying the dirty talk and I thought she was getting off on it too Every time I spoke she acted like it was causing her pleasure, so I thought I'd continued. "I'm gonna eat your pussy, baby......I'm gonna make you cum with my tongue......That's right, Ryan.....I'm gonna make you come with my tongue in your pussy.......I want you to come on my face."

I kept up the talk while I teased her. Occasionally I would now lick at her pussy lips, but I was careful not to touch her clit...yet.

Finally, she had had enough and so had I. I was desperate to plunge my tongue into her soft, silky, wet hole. As she held her legs open I separated her lips with my fingers and began to lick and kiss all along the inside of her pussy and along the sides of her erect clit. She had produced so much fluid that her legs and butt were now very moist and I could actually lap up what was pooling at the entrance to her vagina. "Thank god for young pussy" I thought as I filled my mouth with the taste of her juices. I could feel my cheeks and chin were also now wet as well.

I started gently at first, but increased the rhythm little by little, as I began to give attention to her clit. Every now and then I would pinch it a little between my lips. My tongue would slide along its length and probe between the folds. As I licked at her clit I inserted one and then two fingers deep into her pussy. She moaned louder and shuddered. As my fingers worked inside, and my tongue worked outside, she started writhing almost uncontrollably. I was reminded that my now, dripping with pre-cum cock, was not going let me forget about it, as it was pulsating with the desire to plunge into her incredible body. I would not give into it though, as I was determined to enjoy consuming this pussy as long as she could stand it.




My Date With A Teenager



Now Ryan's breathing and moans were becoming more and more rhythmic rather than sporadic. She was seemingly getting close to climax. I took out my fingers and inserted my thumb so my fingers could also run across her rectum and hold onto her ass to steady her. I took the heal of my other hand and placed it just above her mound at the edge of her pubic hair. I applied just a bit of inward pressure and rubbed as I sucked her clit gently but firmly. She let go of her legs but held them open while grabbing onto her tits. She started to yell in rhythm to her breathing while she pinched at her nipples and squeezed her tits.

Her hips were grinding and humping so vigorously I could hardly stay with her as I increased the pressure on her mound and started to slide my thumb in and out of her pussy.

Suddenly, she pushed the hand away that I had on her mound, pulled my head in tightly to her crotch and squeezed firmly with her legs on the sides of my head while resting her feet on my back. My nose was pushed against her clit but I kept rubbing and licking her as best I could and thrusting my tongue into her hole. Her hips were now convulsing so powerfully she was lifting her ass off the bed. Her moans were not loud but were more intense, almost like grunts, as she ground her hips in my face. I reached up with my free hand and grabbed the first tit I could find. It seemed like her convulsions went on for thirty or forty seconds before her body began to relax and her sounds were reduced to soft whimpers in rhythm to her short and rapid breathing.

As she continued to wind down, she released her leg grip on my head and I moved back. She laid there breathing as if she had just run a 100 meter dash, but she looked ever so beautiful. The candle light reflected off the shine of her slightly perspired face and her hair was tossed all about. Her spent, naked body looked so incredibly sexy I could have cum easily just looking at her. I moved up and lay next to her and could feel her heart pounding rapidly. She took in a deep breath, sighed and smiled at me. I kissed her gently on the shoulder. 

As we laid there and looked at each other I stroked and caressed her arm and shoulder and soon she did the same. I moved my hips closer to her and rubbed my still hard and anxious rod against her leg. I wanted so badly to cum but not before I found out what she wanted next.

After several minutes of just laying stretched out next to each other, gently caressing and kissing, she sat up and fixed the pillows so she could lean against them. She suggested I get the wine glasses we had earlier forgotten about and set up more pillows for me to sit next to her. I was a little embarrassed to sit up in bed naked with no covers and my cock pointing straight up....but I thought, "Okay, why not?"

As we sat there she snuggled close to me and put her arm around my neck and offered up to my lips her glass for me to drink. I did so and offered her my glass. We giggled and played while we took turns giving each other sips of the wine. She told me she loved the smell of her pussy on my face and hands. Then she noticed before I did that I was beginning to loose a little stiffness in my organ.

"Hey, don't let that thing down yet, Bucko."

I laughed and said, "Well maybe I need your help."

"Oh really? What do want me to do?"

"Surprise me." I said.

She hesitated a moment but then grabbed hold of my tool and began her massage with slow, light strokes. As her fingers rubbed down over my balls, my cock seemed instantly to spring back to life. Her hands felt so good on me as I watched her work.

She took her other arm from around my neck and sat up. As she continued to stroke my cock with her right hand she took the wine glass in her left and held it over my hips. My eyes opened wide as I realized she was about to pour some of the wine on me. She slowly tilted the glass and drizzled the cool liquid over my belly and my hips. She then poured it onto my balls and my cock. It was quite cold in fact, and I think I shuddered a bit in response. She started massaging the wine into me. I felt like I might cum if I continued to watch so I laid my head back on the pillows and closed my eyes in ecstasy.

Ryan poured the entire amount remaining in her glass on me and then just rolled the glass off the bed. She moved further down to where she could reach my dick with her mouth. She held my cock so gently at the base and began by licking the side of my shaft with the tip of her tongue.

"Mmmm" she said softly, "I told you I like zinfandel." I let out a quiet chuckle in response. She smiled back at me for a second and then returned to her prey, my now throbbing, twitching manhood. 

She licked my balls and my legs and my belly, everywhere the wine had splashed and then slowly worked her way back to my cock. After some additional massage she worked me into her mouth, a little at first and then more and more until my whole length was deep in her oral cavity. Her lips were tight against me as she sucked hard and her tongue worked inside her mouth to stimulate me further. Her fingers massaged my balls and my crotch while she sucked me into her mouth over and over. I knew I couldn't stand much more of this before I would explode.

Her action was intense but not steady or rhythmic. As I felt I was nearing my orgasm, I reached down and put my hand on her head to guide her. She took my clues and started sucking and stroking me with an intense but slow rhythm. My hips began to move with her tempo.

"Oh Ryan, I'm gonna cum.......I'm gonna cum..."

With that she stopped her stroking and grabbed my cock halfway upand closed her grip tight on me. She continued to suck, lick and kiss the head as she waited for me to fill her mouth with my warm juice.

I could feel my muscles convulsing and my cock twitching even before the actual ejaculation began. I began to moan as the intensity built. Her tight grip around my cock felt so good, almost as if she was holding my orgasm in and preventing the spasms from moving into my cock. My balls and my loins ached with the desire to let go the flood of cum I sensed was there ready to go. She moved her hand down just a bit and released her pressure ever so lightly. That was all I could take.

"Uhhhhhh.......ah..ah..ah" I heard myself utter without control. Every muscle below my waist seemed to be jerking violently as I thrust my hips upward trying to follow the force of the orgasm. The spasms came in waves as I could now feel that with each convulsion my cum was shooting out. I opened my eyes and watched Ryan as she made love to my cock. Her tongue rested on the head, her mouth was open anticipating the stream of pearly fluid spurting out. I watched as she directed my shots, first into her mouth and then onto her lips. A third hit her chin and then her nose. I only wished I could keep shooting as I would have loved to coat her face completely. Ryan wrapped her fingers around my twitching rod low at the base and squeezed up toward the tip forcing every drop of semen out. With each stroke of her hand a little more would surface and she sucked it all down. Now it was MY heart pounding through my chest as my body went limp in exhaustion. Ryan let go of my manhood and cuddled up next to me, her face still smeared with cum. I pulled her to me and kissed and licked her face and chin until it was clean. I remember thinking how good her body felt next to mine.

After a few moments of basking in the glory of our mutual satisfaction, we noticed how cool the room now seemed, so we pulled down the covers to the bed and got under, resuming our cuddling. We talked a lot about our lives and soon got on to telling stories about other lovers and past experiences. Soon the silliness of our story telling had us giggling and laughing hysterically. We were having such a good time. We not only had become lovers this evening, but soul mates in many ways. I knew I couldn't allow myself to, but on a deeper level I had grown to love this girl. I never wanted to loose contact with her even though I knew our lives were going in very different directions. I satisfied my sudden melancholy with thoughts of how we might plan to meet every few months or even once a year. I figured that it wouldn't be too hard to accomplish and this thought made me happy. As I looked at her and listened to her, I daydreamed about all the places we could meet to make love.

Eventually, Ryan got up to go pee, so while she was gone I poured the last of the wine into our glasses. When she returned and got back into bed I handed her glass and toasted her beauty and told her about my desire to see her again, maybe regularly.

"We'll see." she said smiling and then she winked. "I still want something from you though."

"Oh really?" I said as I drank the last of my wine and then sat my empty glass down.

She wrapped her arm around my neck and bit my ear gently.

"I still want to feel you inside me." she quietly whispered.

I smiled as I felt my cock twitch in reaction. "You will." I simply replied and I slid down under the covers and began to kiss her belly and chest. She put her glass down also and joined me under the covers as I now fondled her breasts and alternated sucking on each nipple. In just moments my cock was rock hard again and I couldn't wait to get it inside of her.

It was now getting very warm under the weight of the blanket and bedspread so Ryan threw them off of us. I moved on top of her with my hips between her now open legs. I supported myself on my arms while I rubbed my cock on the outside of her pussy. Already her lips were wet and soft and I felt that I would easily slide into her should I try. However I kept up rubbing the outside against her clit until she was once again breathing hard and fast. I ran the full length of my cock along her clit several times, from the tip all the way until my balls were pressed against her. Like a violinist bowing across the strings of his instrument, I rubbed, changing pressure and tempo several times.

Finally Ryan reached down and grabbed my now wet cock and guided the tip to the opening of her vagina. Without hesitation or warning I surprised her by thrusting hard, fast and deep into her. She gasped out loud and I pressed as hard and as deep as I could. She seemed not to take another breath for 20 or 30 seconds. When she finally started breathing it was labored and rapid at first and she couldn't make a sound. 

That changed soon when I started to pump her with long, slow strokes. She started to groan and grunt her words with each push I made into her. Slowly but steadily I increased the tempo, and as I did, I began to make a circular motion wit my hips on the way in. I was pumping and grinding her with steady, hard strokes. With each stroke she was lifting her hips to mine and grinding with me. I couldn't believe how sexy she looked with her tits jiggling in rhythm to the action and her face glowing with an expression of lustful enjoyment of the sensations.

I continued to fuck her hard for what seemed like several minutes when she lifted her legs off the bed and placed them on my shoulders. I pushed myself forward a bit so I was now completely over her and she was almost folded in half at the hips. I could now reach down with my lips and kiss her. She sucked so hard on my tongue I thought she would rip it out, but within seconds, as I again ground myself deep into her, she let out a scream and jerked her hips. So violent again were her contractions that I didn't know whether I would be able to keep balanced in that position. Every time I thought her shaking was about to stop, she'd let out another yell and start to grind her hips violently again. This happened three or four times before she finally relaxed and lifted her legs off my shoulders.

"Did you go?" she asked through her panting.

"Don't worry about me" I replied.

"Did you go or didn't you?" she insisted.

"Well...not yet actually. I'm not 19, you know?"

"Well then don't stop......I want you to cum.....I want to feel you cum in me." 
 I laid down on her and wrapped my arms around her. My cock was still in her pussy, still hard and anxious to explode. I loved the feel of her tits on my chest. Slowly I started to pump her again and she whimpered in reaction.

"Am I hurting you?"

"NO....it feels good.....keep going....keep fucking me 'til you cum."

Her dirty talk really turned me on and I began fucking her in earnest, hard and fast. I sat up on my knees and lifted her hips off the bed and pounded my meat into her. She started to sound as if she might cum again.

I kept at it until my back and arms were too tired to continue so I pulled out of her and rolled her over onto her belly. I straddled over her ass and entered her pussy from behind. She yelled out again but I didn't stop this time. I laid down on her back with my legs on the outside of hers. With her legs closer together her pussy was so tight. The feel of her cool ass on my hips was an amazing sensation. I buried my face in her neck and hair and held onto her shoulders.

"Uh.....uh......uh" I moaned as I fucked her and fucked her from behind. Then with three final hard shots I was there. "Oh yeeeeeeeeeeees!" I screamed as I felt my balls aching. The muscles in my groin erupted in a fury. "Ah.....ah......ah" I yelled as the waves of orgasm ejected my cum deep into her belly. I pushed hard against her, my cock twitching inside. I felt like my six and a half inches was now eleven as blood in my head rushed to my dick making me feel like I was about to black out. I held myself in her for several minutes. "Oh damn, that felt good," I thought as I finally pulled out and laid back down on the bed to her side.

Ryan rolled over to face me and as she did, I rolled onto my back exhausted and sweating. She mounted me and reinserted my cock into her pussy now literally dripping with her fluids and mine. She breathed lightly on my face to cool the beads of sweat on my brow. I closed my eyes and exhaled.

Ryan rested her head on my chest and laid on top of me until my cock went completely limp and fell out of her. Then she quietly lay next to me gently stroking my arms and chest with her fingers.

I think a half hour went by before either of us said anything. I think in part because we knew what was next and we wanted to avoid it.

"It's probably about time that we go." She said. 
 "I know, but I don't want to leave you though......Not yet."

"It would be nice if we could spend a night together sometime. I would like to just curl up now and go to sleep with you." She suggested.

"I was hoping you'd say that" I replied, "Next time."

"Yeah.......definitely next time."

THE END

Be sure to read Part II, "The Photo Shoot"



My Date with Alyson Hanigan



This one is for all the Buffy fans who have written great stories (erotic or otherwise) about our favorite Slayer and Scoobies.  I am one of those who has watched it from the beginning and had such a crush on "Willow" even before she came out.

This is what happens in one of my fantasies, as I'm lying in the tub feeling...mmm...good ;).

It was an average day for Liz as she prepared herself for work.  Putting on her "sexy but not slutty" outfit, she inspected herself in the mirror and gave herself a B minus.  She didn't have time to really do her hair, but her red curls weren't looking too frizzy today.  Liz made a face at the image in the mirror and then stuck her tongue and chest out.  "Hubba, hubba, what a woman!" Liz lowered her voice to say, then laughed at herself as she picked up her purse and briefcase and walked out the door.

You know, they say that talking to yourself is a sign of insanity, thought Liz.  I wonder if talking to yourself while touching yourself makes you doubly so.  And Liz had been touching herself a lot these last few weeks!  In fact, she was excited now as she headed out to meet her mysterious cyber-lover at a hotel bar.

Liz and "Ally" had met online at the Nifty Gay chat site and immediately hit it off.  They spent hours online with each other gabbing about their likes, dislikes and discussing their personal joys and struggles.  Eventually, they even began to "cyber" and Liz was blown away by how erotic they could be over the cold computer!  She twirled a red curl with her finger as she thought back on all the hot sessions with her cyber-partner.

Arriving at the hotel, Liz almost fainted from the nervousness as she stood up to get out of the car.  She couldn't believe that she was actually going to meet Ally in person.  Usually, she would never accede to such a thing, but Liz felt drawn to Ally and decided to take the risk.

As soon as she entered the bar, Liz scanned the crowd for the woman with the white carnation in her hair.  Her eyes finally spotted a woman who looked a lot like Alyson Hanigan from "Buffy the Vampire Slayer".  Wait a minute, Liz thought to herself, I think that IS Alyson!  Freezing up at the prospect, Liz's mind went blank as she realized just who it was she had been cybering with all this time.

Thankfully, Alyson spotted Liz staring at her and walked over to that end of the bar.

"Liz?" queried Alyson, "Are you Liz from Nifty?"

Liz nodded her head and replied hoarsely, "Yes, and you're Alyson Hanigan!  Ally is Alyson; I mean, Alyson is Ally!  Oh my god!"

Alyson blushed and responded, "Aw, I was hoping you hadn't seen the show.  I get so many people who want to get to know me because I'm famous that I kinda like letting that go and just being a normal girl."  She let out a big sigh as she looked down at the floor.

"N-n-no!" stuttered Liz.  "I like you for you, Alyson!  I mean, I like your work too, but you don't know how much our chat times have meant to me this past month.  I would be here even if you weren't the sexiest actress of the decade!"

Mentally, Liz slapped her forehead - what a bonehead thing to say!  But it was so true!  Liz couldn't keep her eyes off of Alyson's deep, dark eyes, her lovely (and matching her own!) reddish-brown hair, her gorgeous figure....and those lips!!

Alyson smiled at Liz and said, "Well, I'm glad to hear that and I'm kinda glad you know who I really am anyway.  It would have been tough to keep it a secret any longer.  But would you mind if we met upstairs in a room?  I really don't want to be interrupted by some fans looking for an autograph."

"Sure thing!" replied Liz as she followed Alyson to the elevator and into the private penthouse room.  

Sipping some hot tea, they talked for quite a while about "Buffy", about romance, about favorite movies, and about the special people in their lives.

After hours had gone by, Liz looked out the window and realized that it had gotten dark outside.  Liz wasn't sure if she was supposed to spend the night, but she really, really wanted to do so!  She also had been dying to kiss Alyson's gorgeous lips all night long.  But could she be that bold?

"Liz?" Alyson asked, breaking Liz's reverie.  "Are you ready to leave?  I notice you're looking outside."

"Oh, no way!" answered Liz, "I was just watching the sun set and realizing how much I wanted to kiss you."

With that, the flood gates opened, both literally and figuratively.  Liz and Alyson began to kiss and touch, exploring each other with tongue and hand like they had typed to one another so many times.  Alyson pulled Liz's top off and soon enough both were shimmying out of their floor-length skirts.  They lay down on the bed as their kissing continued, both pale-skinned beauties alive with passion and pleasure.

Having cybered several times, each one knew what the other's turn-on was.  Liz was careful to continue to caress or lick or suck on Alyson's nipples as she sensually explored Alyson's body.  Alyson shivered as for long minutes, Liz teased and pleased each of her dark-nippled breasts.  Liz licked a nipple, blew on it with warm breath, and watched it stiffen up.  Next she sucked on that nipple, letting her tongue tease the erect nip as her lips massaged Alyson's areola.

Speaking of massages, Liz's hands were busy with a labial massage as her fingers parted Alyson's pubes and stroked her rapidly reddening labes.  Liz wetted her finger with Alyson's juices, and then brought them up to Alyson's nipple.  She circled that wet finger around and around Alyson's nipple...then leaned down to lick every drop off.

Alyson just couldn't take anymore, and when Liz leaned down to lick and suck her clit, she cried out and began to orgasm.  All the nipple play had brought her to the edge and she bucked and shaked as Liz's tongue brought her over that edge and back.

"Why, you vixen!" Alyson teased, winking at Liz.  "For that, you deserve something special...now lie down."  Just as Alyson's turn-on was attention to her nipples, Alyson knew that Liz would love a good, thorough rimming and eating out.

Alyson had Liz spread her legs and bring them up so that she could have full access to each of her holes.  First, Alyson lightly touched her tongue to Liz's dark, wrinkled anus, letting her nose nudge Liz's bald pussy lips as she gently rimmed her.

Liz almost came right there at the sight of "Willow" between her legs lapping at her juices and tasting her most tender areas.  Alyson skillfully used her tongue to poke, prod, and lap at Liz's anus as her fingers lightly rubbed Liz's clitoris.  Liz was in seventh heaven as she received a long, slow, dreamy rimming from her lover and she luxuriated in every minute of it.

Moving away from Liz's bottom, Alyson began to kiss Liz's lips and clit as one of Alyson's fingers crept down to tickle and enter Liz's asshole.  And that's when Liz cut loose!!!!

Liz moaned and screamed as she came - her pussy pushed forward into Alyson's face and her anus tightly clenched around Alyson's finger.  Gibberish poured out of her as her climax continued for what seemed like hours.  Her mind lost all coherency and for a minute after her orgasm, she almost forgot what had just happened!

Liz was reminded very quickly, though, when Willow pulled her finger out of her and moved up to snuggle with Liz as they watched the moon rise together.  They both sighed happily at the same time, and then laughed at having done so.  They slept like that for several hours...until early in the morning when the rest of their lives together began.

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My Date with an Online Dom



I had been speaking with a wonderful Dom online for several weeks. It had gotten to the point where we were in contact several times a day, and had grown quite comfortable with each other. He lived just a 4 hour drive from me, and suggested he drive up, so we could see if the chemistry was the same in person as it was online. Now, I've only had a computer for 4 months, so this was my first RL meet with anyone. We had agreed in advance that there would be no sex this time, and I had a very worried daughter, whom I told that I would not allow him to bind me, either (I'm a rope slut, he's a Kinbakushi).

One of the things we had in common is a love for camping and nature, so he wished me to meet him in a secluded outdoor setting. That being a terrible location for a first date with a stranger, yet not wanting to disappoint him, I came up with the perfect plan. We went to my Moose Lodge after hours. The grounds are large, wooded, and no cop would dare to patrol the property. BUT, we allow camping there, and I have friends who live in a camper on-site. I contacted them, explained the situation (as well as I could to a vanilla), and asked them to keep their window open, and be on the alert for any sounds of trouble. The Dom knew nothing of this.

We had a marvelous time, and the conversation flowed quite freely. At one point, we went into the large, screened pavilion to escape the mosquitoes. We drank champagne and talked for hours. I excused myself to avail myself of the ladies room, and he went to the car for another bottle of wine. When I returned, he was not where I had left him. In the darkness, I saw the glow of his cigarette in the deepest shadows and went to him. In the glow of the moonlight, a coil of rope shimmered on the table. My heart stopped, then began hammering in my chest. I couldn't tear my gaze from it! Like a snake, deadly, yet ohhh so fascinating. He had positioned two chairs, side-by-side, and perpendicular to the table. I sat in the empty one, between him and the table. There was an empty chair positioned behind mine. The conversation picked up just where it had left off with no mention of the rope.

Now, he had been infatuated with my hair since we first met. He couldn't keep his hands off it (it's longer now than in the photos). He continuously twirled it round and round, then slowly wrapped it 2 or 3 times around his fist, un-wrapped it, and started over. I felt a pleasant tension as he did this, but never the slightest pulling sensation. I was so used to it by then, that I didn't even really notice it any more. We talked for another half hour, as he gave me every opportunity to remind him of our "No sex or bondage" agreement. I did not. COULD not. I was so mesmerized by the rope that I struggled to pay attention to the conversation.

Like a bolt of lightning, he struck. My hair wrapped firmly in his grasp, he suddenly yanked my head back roughly (I cried out in surprise), he put his mouth to my ear and growled "I'm going to tie you, Taylor!" (I moaned), and it was ON! He released my hair and moved to sit in the chair behind me, picked up the rope and started his preparations. As he did this, he calmly explained that he was going to recreate the wallpaper I have on my phone (a beautiful black & white of a woman's arms bound behind her), that there would be no sex, and that he would do nothing that would jeopardize my health or safety.

He told me to lift my arms. I did so, and he pulled my shirt off. Then he told me to put my hands behind my back. Heart beating wildly, barely able to breathe, I did so. Then magic happened. At the first touch of the rope, our true natures merged in perfect harmony. He, the artist. Me, the canvass. My heart began the slow, steady rhythm that signals the beginning of sub space and time stood still. He was one of the best bakushi I have ever encountered. Gently, reverently, weaving his rope around me. Causing me to tremble, as if a current of electricity were running through me. Then suddenly, violently, pulling the rope taut before placing a knot in it. I would gasp each time it happened. He would give a low chuckle.

When he had finished binding my arms, he wrapped the rope around to the front, binding me to the chair. He stepped around in front of me and began to bind my breasts. I don't remember many details, as I was deep in sub space. But he later told me that it took hours to finish, and that I was moaning so sweetly the entire time, that it nearly drove him insane, trying to keep from tearing my jeans off and take me against my will. But he remained true to his word.

I have vague, hazy memories of him sitting in the chair next to me, and of us talking for quite a while, as I sat bound. Then he got up and began to slowly untie me. He gave me my shirt and told me to dress, as he coiled his rope. I don't remember much after that until I got home. And I don't recall ever having an orgasm that night. But I must have had one after the other when deep in sub space, because when I got home and went to change for bed, my jeans were soaking wet almost to the knees!! LOL

I slept for 10 straight hours. Deep and dreamless. Something I haven't experienced in the many years since I began having nightmares on a regular basis. And I awoke with a feeling of freedom and hope for the future that hasn't left me for a moment since then. But it was like a tease. As if I were a junkie coming off the wagon. The needle was placed in a vein, delivering the thing I desire most. But the plunger was only pushed halfway. And now I am left waiting for the right person to deliver the full dose. To take me to Heaven, and beyond. And the ache I feel is deep, and profound, and excruciating in its intensity.



My Date With "C"



Several years back I was doing some contract work in Chicago for United Airlines. I was staying at the Palmer House - though far from O'Hare - its downtown, close to restaurants and galleries.

One evening I had a bite to eat with a friend, Bill Sulitski. Bill was a regional veep for United Airlines. Bill drove me back to the hotel and joined me for a drink in its lounge - the kind with big old leather chairs.

I have a lot of bad things to say about how airlines are run, but its funny that I like so many of the people that run them. Bill is and has been a good friend.

I ordered a bottle of a 1990 Barolo. It was a bit young but quite delicious. I prefer heavy wines. Bill and I had known each other a long time and I have expensive tastes in wine. And when I'm travelling, I often have no one to share those tastes with.

At some point I became aware that a young woman had entered the room. I'll admit I was struck by her beauty - long shiny black hair, very slim, in a form fitting black dress with spaghetti straps over her shoulders. Her eyes were captivating. I was aware that she was wearing makeup, but I also was aware that it was applied very well.

I guessed her around 30 years of age. She was with another woman, older, and admittedly less breathtaking.

I had hoped that my "awareness" had gone unnoticed. But I received my first surprise of the evening when Bill motioned for the bartender, ordered another bottle of wine, and asked that two glasses be delivered to the two women who had sat down at the bar. 

I have this bad habit of liking to be in control of my situation, and this was the first sign of my not having that control.

I was surprised at Bill. I hadn't known he had even seen these women come in. And he's married with two kids. My brows furled.

I was then forced to watch their reaction - these chairs just don't move. This was not my style at all and I was decidedly uncomfortable.

To my surprise they accepted the glasses of wine, took a few sips, got up and approached our table. 

I've been in many high powered meetings. I've taught courses at the university level. And yet it was now that I found myself flustered.

The four of us attempted some conversation. They thanked Bill for the glasses of wine. He told them to thank me as I was treating. This, of course, was news to me.

Here we had not finished the first bottle and now I was picking up the tab for two - $108 per bottle as I recall. He smiled at me which they interpreted as thanking me, but I interpreted as "got you, huh".

Bill told them he was married with two kids and talked about them. Of course, I was asked if I was attached, which I wasn't - and I said as much - though probably incoherently as I was completely flustered.

I simply couldn't concentrate. I tried not looking at her, so I could think clearly. I felt like an idiot - correction - I was an idiot. The alcohol didn't help.

Turns out they were in Chicago for several nights on business too. They didn't say what. The chat was small, and I was largely reduced to mumbling.

Bill then gets up and announces he had to go home, and tells our new acquaintances to take care of me and keep me out of trouble.

This, needless to say, tied my tongue further.

So I tried to make conversation. I asked them what they do? As I'm asking I realize I don't even know their names.

The one who has taken my breath away smiled at me like I'm some innocent and says, "you don't know who I am?"

I begin to shrink in my chair. I feel like my feet won't reach the ground. How does one answer this? Like a moron, I said, "no".

Why would she ask such a question, unless I was supposed to know who she was?

She just smiled. I figured she was writing me off as some fossil. How do you turn such a conversation around?

Well there may be ways, but I, in my state, couldn't figure them out. Instead, I asked perhaps the most moronic question there was to ask: "So, just who are you then?"

As I said it, I didn't like the way it sounded. They just giggled. She said she wouldn't tell me.

I buried myself and asked her for her name then, thinking perhaps that a name might give me a clue. More giggling was all I received in reply.

So I sat there in my puddle of humiliation trying to figure out what I should say or do as I sat across from this beauty.

I turned my attention to her friend, and asked her if I'm allowed to know what she did. They laughed. The friend said "I'm her assistant".

I thanked her for making matters so much clearer. They laughed again.

I made a mental note that the beauty now seemed more in her late 20's - say 28. It was her use of language. The occasional "like" would pop into her sentence - "This place is, like, so cozy."

I took a stab in the hopes of repairing my devestated ego - I asked her where in California was she from?

She was quick. She pointed out that she never said she was from California. And I pointed out her accent (my ace in the hole). She trumped me, telling me she was from Colorado, but now lives in Los Angeles (she said "L.A.", but I've never been comfortable with using the initials).

We chatted more. I remained thoroughly off balance. Then opportunity presented itself. The assistant friend announced she had to go to bed. The beauty decided to stay.

In truth I should have been going to bed too, but under the circumstances, wasn't entirely sure I could stand without doing damage.

We continued the small talk, and I was breathing easier without others in on the conversation.

I was impressed. She knew how to talk. She had things to talk about. While I was upset with myself for talking like a moron, I took some solace in the fact that I hadn't talked like an asshole.

I finally got the courage to suggest it was time we both got some sleep. I did not want to part, but we quiet men sometimes realize that life sometimes requires commitments that interfere with pleasure.

We walked to the elevator together. On it I asked her to dinner the next night. It was a no-lose gamble. If she said "no", I wouldn't be seeing her ever again anyway. I expected that answer as she had her assistant with her, and I guessed it was clear that the invitation did not include her.

To my surprise, she smiled and agreed. I ended the evening asking her if she'd now tell me who she was or what her name was. She giggled as she got off the elevator and said meet me by the lounge at 7.

So there I was with an apparent date for the next evening with someone who I was supposed to know, but didn't, and whose name I had no idea.

I went back to my room.

The message light was flashing on the telephone. I retrieved it. It went something like this: "hahahahahahahahaha". It was Bill.

I woke up the next morning with a mild headache and took on the task of convincing myself that she wouldn't show. It was an all day task.

At 7:10 in the evening I figured I was right. I wasn't.

Shortly after, her assistant came down and came over to me and told me she'd be down soon. I offered to by her a drink, and she declined. I pleaded, telling her I need to get some information out of her. She laughed and left.

The beauty made it down by 7:30. Her style of dress had me revising my guess of her age downward. Her clothes were expensive, but blatantly sexy. There's no need for the details.

For so many reasons, I wanted to impress her. I was perhaps 10 or more years older than her. And I certainly couldn't appear in any magazines. My only consolation was that last evening's conversation proved she was more than just eye candy.

I had the concierge call the restaurant I had chosen - Italian Village (2nd floor) - to make a quick reservation. We'd be there in 20 minutes. I had him take my car out of the garage too. I almost always take taxis in Chicago, and I don't always have my car there. But I admit I wanted to impress that evening, and a taxi didn't compare.

We ate. We got along well. I wondered to myself how she could be so thin but consume so much food. Occasionally, I'd think about how old she was and made a revised guess of 26.

She said she really liked the fact that this was the first time she was out with a guy who didn't know her. She thought it was "great" that I didn't know her name.

I told her that I felt like an idiot. She made some smart alec comment about how it was good for men to know their place.

She conversed as a woman who was young, but also very bright. She carried herself off better than I. I, too often, would lose my train of thought as I looked at her.

Everything that evening was delicious.

We returned to the hotel. I walked her to her room. She was sharing it - a suite - with her assistant. We kissed outside the door. She told me she was an actress, asked me if we were on for tomorrow (I nodded) and then left me standing in the hall.

When I recovered I made my way to my room.

I had no idea who she was, but her previous comments made a little more sense.

I see my share of movies and plays but I was fairly certain I'd seen nothing of her work. It was a little infuriating.

The next day was busy for me - it was compounded by having to fill Bill in on the details. We left it on that "I owe him one". I could see his point of view.

We met again at 7:30. Her look was more serious and her dress was more conservative. She asked if we could go somewhere to talk - somewhere more private. We agreed on my room.

She said she wanted to come clean. She had enjoyed my company very much and wanted to fill me in so that I could decide if I wanted to continue the evening with or without her.

I tried to interrupt, telling her that I had been wracking my brains trying to find out more about her. I told her that I doubted there was anything she could say that would change my mind about having dinner with her - after all, its not like she'd done anything wrong to me - I didn't even know her name.

She told me it was "C." I asked her if she really was an actress and she said she was.

I still didn't know of her. The name gave me nothing. At the back of my mind I figured that she probably had had a bunch of small roles in the kind of films I'm not interested in.

Still, this conversation was troubling.

Then she laid down the bombshell: "I do porn films." "I wanted you to know". "Would you like me to leave?"

Breathing excersises failed. I said "no". We went to a nice upscale bistro. We were both pretty subdued. I admit I was somewhat in denial.

Half way through dinner, I excused my self to go to the washroom. I felt that I hadn't reacted well. I felt ashamed. I was dealing with another human being here. She had laid herself bare. It had been difficult for her.

I would have laughed if anyone had called me a "prude". Now I felt prudish. Add irritated to ashamed. 

My position on pornography wasn't too complicated - some of it was demeaning to women, some of it not. The not demeaning pornography I had no problem with, even if it weren't how I got my thrills.

What right did I have to think any less of her for it?

I went back out sat down and apologized for taking a while to react to her story. I told her I liked her, I enjoyed her company, and that she was the most stunningly attractive woman I'd ever seen in person.

We talked a lot. We talked about her industry. Apparently, she wasn't just in a few porno flicks - she was considered one of the "brightest up-and coming (so to speak)" stars.

She was in the windy city because of a "porn" convention in the suburbs. At other times in the day, she was at various "adult" video stores signing autographs (I still can't imagine who would be in that kind of line up!). And she had to find 2 hours in the day to spend in a gym doing yoga exercises and working out. 

She earned more than I did - or do and I, frankly, do quite well. I had wondered why it was possible to talk about the stock market with her. Now I knew. She was invested.

She "belonged to a stable" of other "stars", that apparently had the highest ranking in the porn industry. She made 4 to 8 films a year. Promotional appearances paid very well.

Her business meant she travelled. She'd been throughout Europe, some of it for work.

The rest of her life generally sucked. Men who knew what she did for a living wanted her in the hopes that life could resemble her movies. She didn't get to meet other men. The last person she was sexually involved with was in her industry - and it was a woman. It didn't last long.

She told me her real age - 22. That struck me. I had that "you have seen far too much life to be 22" feeling. I didn't particularly like having that feeling.

She wasn't talking to her parents - correction - they weren't talking to her.

We got the conversation over with. We moved on to other, lighter topics like politics. Never thought I'd think of politics as a lighter topic.

We went back to the hotel.

Starting that night and for the next 20 months we had something of a relationship. We lived in different places, but had sufficient funds to travel to spend time together.

I know you are expecting the details of that night but I'll leave it to your imagination. Much happened. But I should remind you, I'm no porn star, and with good reason.

Ironically and coincidentally, it ended when she left the business. She had been planning to go "legitimate". I saw her once since on television in a music video for some guy who was better at gyrating than singing. She was gyrating too. I guess this is what going "legitimate" means.

She was a decent sort. I think of her often.



My Date with Carmen



Carmen was perhaps the most beautiful woman I had ever seen – she lived upstairs from me in my college dormitory. Carmen's father was from Puerto Rico and her mother was Polish and she had the most incredible light brown skin and green eyes you will ever see. I had seen her once in her bathing suit at the pool but having gotten to the swim party late she was talking to some friends and eventually put a towel around her but not before I got a mental impression of her figure burned into my memory. While only about 5'4" tall, Carmen had shoulder length brown hair and smooth shoulders and the most incredible breasts. Probably a C cup – they pointed straight out and I could clearly see her nipples pointing skyward.

Clearly Carmen was way out of my league. All of the soccer players tried to date her but I don't think any succeeded. But we had become friends. Mostly we talked about music and we shared the same taste. It was like we were dating and she even kissed me just once in the dorm elevator but it never went farther than that I was pretty much stuck in the friend zone.

I did decide to make a big move however when one of our favorite rock bands was playing at a huge arena in the city. I got us tickets for the 3rd row and a backstage tour before the show.

I took Carmen out to dinner and being on a college seniors' budget it was not as impressive a restaurant as I would have liked but Carmen had dressed hot for the evening and that made it all worth while. I stared across the table as her breasts swayed just a bit in some kind of lacy undergarment that was showing in the deep V neck of her tight sweater. She had also worn a pair of very tight jeans which made me want to follow her around from behind as we walked from the restaurant to the concert hall.

We got there about an hour before the concert only to find out that the were no longer honoring the back stage passes because the musicians were already in the building. I was a little embarrassed as we pleaded to get backstage-finally one of the workers there told us that they might let us in after the show. He said this while never taking his eyes off of Carmen's swaying breasts – and while this made me a bit uncomfortable – it thrilled Carmen that we might actually get to meet the band.

From where we stood just three rows back the entire crowd was on its feet during the whole concert, dancing and sweating together as one. I took this opportunity to get as much touching in with Carmen as I thought possible which meant mostly putting my arms around her and getting a good feel of her butt in her jeans and an occasional slip up to her amazing breasts. We even kissed during one hot moment, but I could tell that she had been aroused by the band and I was just the lucky recipient of her arousal.

After the concert we found our friend guarding a backstage door and he indeed let us into what seemed to be a holding room for the party groupies. There were about 20 incredibly hot women and maybe only a dozen men all sort of standing around until we realized that there was a table at the end of the room filled with different colored shots of who knows what the crowd was drinking with abandon. Occasionally a door would open and some lucky groupies would be allowed through. Well perhaps not lucky at all because I noticed that most of the women who got through were whispering to the doorman or grabbing him or in a few cases flashing their breasts to gain entry.

When I mentioned this to Carmen she grabbed me by the hand and led me to the door – the next time it opened she planted a huge kiss on the guy and we were swept inside. It was only a dark hallway and the doorman stopped us and told us that if we wanted to party with the band we would have to "party with him first" At first I thought he meant drugs but it soon became clear he meant in a sexual way and he wasn't interested in me. He asked Carmen to show him her tits and without hesitation she whipped off the sweater and lifted the lace covering to show him the gorgeous globes I had been wanting to see for so long. She quickly turned and faced me for just a moment before pulling her top back down and as I had imagined her dark brown nipples were stiff and perfectly round about the size of silver dollars. Encouraged by this the guy whispered something to her.

Carmen seemed just a bit crazed but led the guy about 10 feet farther down the dark hallway and started kissing him. Now this guy was not anything like the quarterbacks that chased her all over campus. This was a beer bellied bearded hulk of a man with a pock marked face and a gold tooth. I watched in silence as he pushed down on her shoulders and Carmen responded by undoing his belt. I didn't need to see very well in the dark hallway to know that she had taken his cock into her mouth and was sucking him. I heard a small grunt and watched as Carmen placed his cock back in her pants. She hopped up and with a big smile on her face told me we were going to party with the band.

We were then taken to a very large bright room where the party was like no other I had ever seen. There were maybe 20 women most of them topless or in panties and dancing with about 20 guys only one of which was actually in the band. In one corned a beautiful redhead was sucking the huge cock of a guy who played in the backup horn section.

Carmen had left the sweater behind and was leading me through the room with her breasts swaying fully and her nipples clearly visible through the lace – as we hit the dance floor I barely got the change to see her breasts bounce a few times before she grabbed my head and gave me a huge kiss putting her tongue half way down my throat. I was thrilled and even when I realized her mouth had his cum in it I kept on kissing her.

We danced for about an hour or so until the party had dwindled down to about 10 people in fact there were only 3 women left. The naked redhead who had sucked a few cocks and a really pretty topless blond with extremely long hair and tiny titties and Carmen who although she had dropped the straps on her lace top a few times while dancing giving us all a nice view of her globes - was still fully dressed.

At this point I wanted to get Carmen out of there and back to my dorm room seeing this as probably my only chance to have any kind of sex with her. Unfortunately though the lone band member started to take an interest in her at this point. Asking how she had stayed so long with so much clothes on. Of course Carmen loved the attention from the Rock star and flirted shamelessly as I watched. I tried to get her to leave again and was taken aside by some of the bands roadies who "befriended" me with a few drinks. 

From across the room I watched as Carmen's top was lifted off of her and her Rock star played with her beautiful breasts. The skinny blond was watching too but had her own hands full stroking the erections of two of the other remaining partiers. I then watched as Carmen danced for him shaking her big tits right in his face. When she went for the zipper of her jeans I almost wanted to leave but of course my dick still wanted to stay. Carmen pulled down her jeans and stepped out of them leaving her in black bikini panties and nothing else but the white socks that were under her sneakers. As they danced closer he continued to play with her breasts then she stopped and stood still before him as he knelt and pulled her panties aside and in one stroke stuck a finger all the way up her cunt.

At that moment one of the cocks in the blonds hands shot a stream of cum skyward and was soon followed by her other victim whose cum she directed more in my direction.

The blond came over and sat next to me and we both watched Carmen as she writhed on top of the man fingering her cunt. The blond put one hand on my leg and I jumped but immediately kissed her and started toying with her stiff nipples. Moments later I was wearing my t-shirt only and the blond who was now down to her yellow panties was stroking my cock and balls.

We both watched as Carmen stood and took off her panties dangling her brown nippled globes as she bent over and finally giving us a clear view of her shaved cunt lips and thin strip of dark brown hair above her clit. She knelt and began to take down the jeans of her rock star. With his jeans at his knees she obediently sucked his cock full into her mouth. I was amazed at how beautiful she looked like even though acting like a whore and leaning under to lick his balls and the length of his cock shaft and wrapping her huge tits around his dick. She had one hand on his shaft and one between her legs giving us a nice view of her wet slit as she worked her fingers around her cunt lips and clit.

With a mouth full of cock Carmen mumbled "fuck me" but just as it looked like the cock in her mouth was ready to shoot Carmen backed off and sat back on her ass spreading her legs she now yelled "fuck me" very clearly and her rock star looked directly at me with my rock hard cock in the hands of the blond and motioned for me to come over. I jumped at the chance and in a second I was kneeling between Carmens legs and watched the astonished look on her face as I slid my cock all the way up her hole and reached for those big tits I had wanted for so long. The feeling of her tight cunt hole and soft tits combined to push me over the edge and within seconds I knew I was going to shoot cum and disappoint Carmen. With her rock star standing there jerking his hard cock, I oh let out a moan and then a scream as I emptied my balls into Carmens slit. The surprise was mine though as the rock star shoved his cock directly into my mouth. Apparently the excitement had finally gotten to him and he needed a warm place to cum and chose my mouth which was conveniently located at cock level. With my hands still on Carmen's tits, my cock between her legs and a face full of cock I really had no choice than to go with it and within a few seconds felt a huge hot spurt of his cum in my mouth I gagged and spit out his cock only to get two or three more spurts of hot cum in my face. As cum dripped from my face onto Carmen's belly and I spit even more onto her tits I pulled back to see a look of disappointment on her face. I wasn't sure whether it was because I had cum so fast or the fact that I had sucked a cock but I backed out quickly and fell onto the couch where the blond was now entertaining another of the remaining cocks with her standard handjob. 

There was little time for Carmen's disappointment however, as the spot between her legs was quickly filled by one of the 5 or 6 remaining men. He was one of the guys getting a handjob earlier and shooting cum in the air but he entered her with a fully hard dick and pumped her hard. As I sat on the couch the guy from the band came over and with a big smile high-fived me. It was all so unreal. With his cum still on my face we were acting like old friends or frat brothers and for a moment we both watched Carmen getting a hard fucking and then the redhead who was now bent over the side of another couch and getting cock from behind without making a sound.

Still face to face with this mans cock he looked at me and pointed to some come at the base of his cock and said "you missed some" without hesitation I pulled his cock towards me and licked and sucked his shaft and balls and took time to savor the sensation of taking another man's cock head into my mouth. We would both hear that the guy who was fucking Carmen was cumming so I popped his half hard cock out of my mouth and we watched as another load was emptied into her cunt. 

It was clear now that the remaining guys were all going to have a go at Carmen and the next guy put her on her hands and knees and slow fucked her for a while making her tits swing and sway below her. Another available cock was put in her mouth and I watched amazed as she sucked it down to the balls in one or two strokes. Within a few minutes Carmen began to moan and then let out a huge scream spitting the cock from her mouth which was shooting cum and achieving her orgasm with an intensity I hadn't even seen in porno movies. She screamed, cried, whimpered and moaned until the next cock was put in her mouth and she began to work on it while another was put in her from behind.

I looked around the room in amazement as the redhead was still being slow fucked from behind and the blond had one cock in one hand and cock of the band guy in her mouth but she wasn't sucking it as much as chatting with him and occasionally licking his cock head or balls. She still had her panties on and no one even made a move to take them off, In fact as this was the only cock she had put in her mouth it began to become clear that the blond was his girlfriend.

There was a guy with his cock in Carmen's mouth and one up her cunt and still three more guys with their pants off looking for their opportunity. I headed to the small bathroom to pee and maybe even clear my head or at least wash the cum off of it. One of the remaining guys followed me in and as we talked he reached out and grabbed my cock which after peeing was soft again. He quickly went to his knees and took it into his mouth and I simply stood there once again amazed at what was happening. I began to get hard and he simply got up and left me there. 

Heading back to the party I had arrived just in time to see the guy who the blond has been stroking get up and deposit his cum on the side of Carmen's face. It seemed to go into her ear and splatter the top of her head as well. I took the empty seat next to the blond and she immediately took my cock in her hand as before. It seemed it was her job to keep all the guys hard but not to take any of the cum herself.

Carmen was now on her back with one guy straddling her face getting his balls washed and another planted up her cunt hole. The guy from the bathroom seemed to be waiting his turn to fuck the redhead but that seemed to be going on forever. He then walked over to us and sitting as I was, his cock head was at eye level. At this point I knew what to do and reached out to examine and stroke his cock and balls. Soon I was sucking my second cock and as the guy fucking the redhead let out an orgasmic howl my mouth was once again filled with cum and once again I gagged and spit as necessary to keep from choking on it.

With the cock removed from my mouth I could see Carmen still on her back being fucked but her face and tits were now covered in cum that the man with his balls on her face must have left behind. The redhead having just been freshly fucked now moved towards Carmen and proceeded to squat directly onto her face. My blond had since moved on to the manipulation of other waiting cocks so I sat there with my rock hard cock watching as my date was forced to drink cum out of the redheads dripping pussy. All the while the redhead was fingering herself to her own orgasm. I watched as the redhead rose up and left Carmen with a face like a glazed donut and walked directly towards me. As I sat on the couch the redhead simply turned her back to me and sat down on my dick. We slow fucked for a while as the blond making out with the guy from the band who had his hand in her panties and was furiously fingering her cunt. I couldn't see her but I could hear as Carmen once again reached a wild orgasm and it caused me to shoot my load into the womb of the redhead as I grabbed her tits hard.

After that I must have simply passed out or fallen asleep only to be awakened once in a while by orgasmic screams and the sight of some new cock fucking Carmen. Finally I was awakened by Carmen wearing a black t-shirt that came down to her ass. She was telling me we had to get home and I looked around and found my jeans but Carmen never found her clothes so we both left - me in my t-shirt and jeans and Carmen in just the t-shirt. We were both barefoot as we walked to the car lot a few blocks away. It was still dark and the streets were empty but the man in the parking lot booth got a real good look at Carmen's ass as we walked away. I am sure at this point she didn't care but neither of us even spoke. 

I drove the 45 minutes back to campus while Carmen crashed in the back seat. I parked near our dorm and just sat there in the car for a while. The sun had just come up but there was no one stirring at all on a Sunday morning. I got out and went to the back door to wake Carmen but she was totally passed out with her t-shirt up around her waist and her legs spread wide. I took the opportunity to fully examine the cunt I had hoped to make my own personal temple of love. 

I tried shaking her awake but Carmen only moaned a little so I decided to have some fun and pulled her t-shirt above her tits and got inside the car and played with them for about 15 minutes. Then moving back to her open cunt I played with her outer lips and spread the hood over her clit and then fingered her hole. She was still pretty sticky and cummy but warm and nice. As I pulled my fingers out they were glazed in combined cum and I got an idea to try to get a look at her asshole. I had to move her around a bit but she was still passed out so it didn't seem to matter. Finally I got my hands on her ass cheeks and spread them wide to allow me a nice view of her little brown asshole. I played with the little brown pucker for a while and tried to get a fingertip inside but it was tight. Finally I stuck my finger up her cunt and gathered some cum and then stuck it hard up her asshole. Once past the entrance my finger went fully up her ass and I played it in and out for a while. Looking up at Carmen her eyes were wide open with a blank look on her face. Not wanting to appear as if I was doing anything wrong I continued to finger her asshole while we looked directly at each other. Finally I took my finger out of her ass and we headed back up to our dorm and took the elevator to her floor. On the way up Carmen took off the t-shirt and put it over my shoulder I reached out and once again felt her breasts and then reached down to slide a finger up her slit. As the door opened she said goodbye and turned down the hallway as I watched her little ass sway. She knocked on her door and I heard her roommate yelp as she opened it to a naked Carmen.

We almost never talked after that – I am not sure whether it was the fact that I came so fast while fucking her or that she saw me sucking cocks or just the whole absurdity of the situation, but while we would always say hi and a few words in passing or at parties we were never friends again. I still have the T-shirt but never wear it.



My Date with Celia



Bob was going to be away for three nights the next week, so when I got to work, I spoke to Celia about a date on Wednesday evening, this time ending up at our house rather than her flat. She jumped at the chance. "Bring some clothes for the following day as I am expecting you to stay the night." I told her.

I suggested we went out for a drink and then see where it went from there. "I know where I want to go." She said, "Your bed."

"That's what I hope too." I told her.

After work on Wednesday, we left work together. I rather rashly walked out of the office holding her hand. Somehow I wanted people to notice, I wanted them to talk about us, I wanted them to know, I had a now unsuppressed need to become an object of scorn. I don't know why I wanted this, there was some urge to expose our relationship to public comment. Celia was happy to go along with this although she was surprised, perhaps as surprised as I was myself.

As we arrived at my house, I asked Celia if she was up for a bit of public fun. She gave guarded agreement to this. I said I would probably kiss her in the pub or club, depending on where we ended up. She laughed and said she was relieved, she had begun to imagine all sorts of things that I might have in mind. I told her I was always open to suggestions. We both laughed at that.

We headed out to the pub in town, appearing like to women on the pull. The only thing we were going to pull were the legs of the blokes who thought we might be up for it. We were of course, but only with each other. 

She was wearing a black embroidered bolero, which didn't meet in the middle, over a slightly sparkly button through dress having a low square neckline. I discovered early on that under her dress was a black half cup bra that showed her beautiful breast cleavage of magnificently. I was wearing a dark brown wrap-over skirt under a very thin strappy top. This had a high sheen that showed off every little crevice of my chest. I was wearing panties, black lace, but no bra and my nipples showed the extent of my excitement by poking out the material. Even my Montgomery Glands, those little bumps on my areola were showing against the shiny fabric.

In the pub we hit the spirits straight away and were soon in a condition where we did not care much about anything. I suppose I started things off by kissing her full on the mouth in a crowded pub. As I did so, I placed my hand above her left breast on her chest, under her jacket but outside her dress. "You're naughty." She said softly.

"Tell me to stop if you don't like it." I told her. She said nothing. I muzzled her right ear and smelt her hair. "You smell gorgeous." I said. I let my thumb find her cleavage and she made a sharp intake of breath. She didn't tell me to stop, not even when I undid the top button of her dress. She said nothing when I ventured to open the next button down. This time however, she placed her hand on mine and I thought this was the signal to stop. However to my surprise she moved my hand so it was inside her dress and cupping her left breast. We sat like that for a while, me still with my nose in her hair, lightly kissing her cheek and my hand inside her dress.

"The bra." She whispered. "It is front fastening." No more than that, no instruction, no pleas, but a seemingly open invitation to separate the cups of her bra. In the mean time, her right hand was on my thigh searching for the wrap of my skirt. She found it and suddenly her hand was on the bare skin of my leg. It crept further up until the back of her fingers were brushing my panties.

"My panties," I whispered, "they are, dispensable."

"Then dispose of them." She said.

"You do it." I urged her and at the same time undid the clip on her bra. 

I have to say that the pub was really crowded. It was almost standing room only and we were sitting along the wall of the room on a bench that turned away from the wall in a sort of return, like you would get on an office desk. People were standing, talking amongst themselves and not taking too much notice of us. Her hand up my skirt was partially blocked from view by the small round table typical of English pubs. However my hand inside her dress was visible to anyone who wished to look.

I put my hand inside the bra cup and cupped her breast in my hand, then rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She made a sound like "Hmmmm." I thnk she liked what I was doing. I certainly liked what she did next. I felt her fingernails scratching at the fabric on my panties, then they succeeded in punching a hole through them and her finger went straight into my cunt. It was my turn to gasp now.

"Tell me to stop if you don't like it." She said with a grin, as she mimicked my comment to her a little while earlier. I was determined to say nothing, so did not. I moved my hand away from her breast for a moment, we had our other arms around each other just above waist level. With my free hand I undid a couple more buttons on her dress, so it was now undone almost to her waist. One bra cup was still supporting her right breast, but I pushed the other one into her armpit so I could have unfettered access to her left breast. My hand was still ostensibly inside her dress, but in fact it had slid away a little so in effect the only thing stopping her almost all of her breast being on display was my hand covering it.

"I'm loving this." I whispered.

"So am I." she replied, "But I think the girl in the jeans and blue top has clocked us."

"So what?" I asked.

"Don't you mean so wet?" she asked with a giggle. Then her hand behind me started to move. I realised she was undoing one of the two clasps on my skirt. It was the outer one, so if I stood up there would be a good chance my skirt would at least half fall off. This was not her aim. Her intention was to allow her to get her hand up the back of my tight top.

When I realised what she was doing, I eased my back away from the backrest a little to give her more room. Then with two fingers playing with my clitoris, she forced not only her hand but her whole arm up inside the back of my top until her hand was resting in my shoulder but underneath the strap. "Are you going to tear my top?" I asked her quietly.

"Is that what you want me to do?"

I said nothing. There was absolutely no doubt that we were now being watched out of corners of eyes. Nobody was making it glaringly obvious they were watching, but several people were casting glances our way. Nobody seemed inclined to alert the very busy bar staff, the onlookers seemed fascinated as to how far we would go.

"You take off your panties and I'll do the same with my bra." She offered.

"OK, but we have to do it right here." I told her.

"That was my intention." She said, extricating her arm from inside my top. Her other hand disappeared from my nether regions and she pulled her bolero jacket over to cover her breast. This allowed me to use both hands to see to my own clothing. Firstly I refastened my skirt, pulled my top straight, leaving it outside my skirt for the moment, then wriggled myself forward on the seat and eased my now holed panties down my legs.

Celia seemed rather rapidly to be able to get her left arm out of her bra strap by pulling it down to her wrist and passing her hand through it. I noticed that she had done up a couple of the buttons on her dress before going through the same procedure with the bra strap and her right hand. Then she simply pulled the undone bra out of her neckline. Some people sniggered as they realised what she had done. "What do you want to do now?" she asked.

"Go dancing." I told her, so she stood up and held out her hand for me. I still had my panties in my fist. She took them off be and tossed them together with her discarded bra on the seat where we had been sitting. As we stood two people, a man and a woman clapped their hands and told us they had enjoyed the show. A voice said "Goodnight Diana." So someone who had been watching, knew me. A frisson of excitement went up my spine as I felt familiar eyes drilling into it. I did not see who it was.

"Where shall we go?" Celia asked.

"What about The Central" I suggested.

"Nah! The clientele is too young and stupid for our sort. Hang on. I've heard of a club that sounds to be just the place." She led me down a few back streets and we ended up outside a basement club. I knew it was there, but have never been inside. "This is the nearest option to a proper jazz club in this town." She told me. "And they tolerate lesbians."

I laughed. "Is that what we are?"

She chuckled, "We are tonight!"

We had some trouble getting in as the doorman thought I looked too young. "She's a married woman for God's sake!" I thought Celia was going to hit him, which considering his size, (similar to Bob's) would have been a mistake.

It was dark and in defiance of the smoking ban, very smoky. A live trio of Saxophone, keyboard and bass players were producing smooth smoochy blues. A waitress in an extremely short skirt stopped us going straight on to the dance floor, by demanding a drinks order. She showed us to a tiny cramped table near the dais that passed for a stage. "Leave the drinks on the table sweetheart," Celia said with a sneer, "We're going dancing." 

We weren't alone, there were a few couples shuffling around the floor. They seemed to tolerate most types here, there were even a couple blokes dancing together. It wasn't long before we were in the zone, holding each other tightly, cheek to cheek. "Feel my tits." Celia whispered to me. I took one hand and placed it under her jacket and felt the mound of her beautiful breast. "Properly." She murmured. So I started to undo the buttons on her dress. "As far a you like." I did as I was bid. I made it as far as just below her groin, before I couldn't reach any further. "Pull the others apart. Pull them!" She instructed me urgently. I had to use two hands, but I did it. Right down to the hem of her dress. Buttons scattered across the floor. A couple dancing near us looked but said nothing. I pulled up my own top so my own tiny breasts were exposed and pressed them against Celia's perfect pair. Her dress parted all the way down and I saw for the first time her white panties. The ultra violet light picked up the whiteness and made it stand out brilliantly.

I slid one hand inside her panties she was soaking. "You're wet." I said rather too loudly and I heard a snigger from somewhere. 

"I was wet before we left your house." She remarked, "How about you?"

"I'm wet now, touch me" I whispered.

She slid her hand into the wrap of my skirt and pulled the internal one to the side to find my slit. "This skirt should only be fixed in place by Velcro." She told me.

I replied, "It will be next time."

We were not the only dancers fondling each other. Indeed the couple that looked at us when I pulled off the buttons of Celia's dress, had started to follow suit. The man had undone the zip down the back of his partner's dress and she didn't seem to be protesting about anything.

"Let me get rid of the bolero." Celia suggested and quickly removed it before tossing it at our table where the drinks stood untouched. When she turned back to me I slid the dress off her shoulders.

"Let's both get topless." I said to her. She shrugged her dress of her arms and that soon was tossed on to the table, knocking over the drinks. She pulled my top off over my head and I wrapped my arms around her, dressed now only in my skirt and heels.

The man dancing near us waited to see if we were going to be apprehended by the management. When he saw that they didn't seem to be bothered, he whispered something to his partner who giggled a little and nodded. He pulled her dress forward off her shoulders and she daintily stepped out of it. She was still in her underwear which being white stood out like beacon.

Nobody objected to the two topless young women feeling each other up, neither did the woman from couple near us dancing in her bra and panties raise any eyebrows. The man decided to take things further by undoing the back of her bra. She laughed! It was clear that she didn't object so that gave him carte blanche to remove it, which he did in record time.

Celia of course was only wearing her panties and she threw her head back and laughed when I started easing them down over her hips. "If that's what you want to do, - do it." She told me. "But your skirt will be next to go if you do."

I kissed her and asked, "And that is a problem because?" 

She kissed me back and said. "Because although they are fairly tolerant here, I don't know that tolerance extends to total nudity."

"Let's find out then, if they are not quick enough, they may soon have three naked women on the dance floor." I nodded in the direction of the young couple. The woman was only in her panties too now.

"Go for it then." Celia said and reached behind me to un-catch my skirt. As I had thought the front wrap fell away, leaving only the inner clip holding it round me. Celia snatched that open and grabbing my skirt threw it towards the stage. I retaliated by pulling her panties down her legs where she quickly stepped out of them. We cuddled each other tightly so in fact the only things on display apart from a lot of bare flesh were our buttocks.

The young man near us wasn't going to miss an opportunity like this and snatched away his partners flimsy panties in one quick moment. His girl friend, looked shock and then slapped the back of his hand before draping her arms round his neck. He must have undone the flies of his slacks at some time, because at that point with his partner naked and his prick out, the management stepped in. We heard the security man say. "You can stay like that if you must, but no fucking!"

Possibly they thought the temptation would be too great for them to resist, so they left the floor. We did the same shortly after and we had a night of sex planned and it was getting late. As we walked off, the band stopped playing and applauded both us and the young couple.

We collected the remains of our clothes and asked the club to call a taxi for us.

"What's it like in there?" The driver asked, "I've heard it can get pretty raunchy."

"Naah." Celia told him, "It was all pretty quiet tonight."

"Really?" The driver sounded surprised and perhaps a bit disappointed, maybe he was hoping for chapter and verse on the sexy goings on. On that score he was definitely going to be disappointed.

We arrived back at my house. There was a missed call on the phone, it was Bob's number -- well it was too late to call him back now. We repaired upstairs and proceeded to lick each other into an frenzy. After an initial orgasm I told Celia that I had some photographs to show her. Before I did, I asked if she remembered the episode when I coated her tits with squirty cream last time.

"Are you kidding?" She exclaimed. "It was the surprise of the night."

"A nice surprise, I hope." I replied.

She looked at me and said "It was lovely."

I opened up the laptop and showed her some early pictures of Bob and me covered in various messes. Because they were early photos, they were perhaps not as extreme as some of the things we get up to now. She was both shocked and intrigued. "It can get a lot messier than that." I told her, "This is entry level stuff, but if you don't mind I'd like to play with some food with you."

"I'd like to try it." She confirmed.

I led her naked downstairs to the kitchen, our main playground.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked. 

"Just lay on the floor and see if you can guess what substances I'm using." 

"I will be able to see what you're doing." She said, then realising what I was about to say next, she laughed.

"Not if you're blindfolded."

"Are you going to tie me up as well?" She asked quietly.

"Not this time." I said with what I hoped was a bit of menace.

"Ok then." She said, "Do your worst."

I thought to myself "if I was to do my worst, I may put you off for life, and that would be sad."

I tied a towel round her eyes and started. First I trickled honey over her nipples. "That's golden syrup." She guessed.

"Almost." I told her, 

Next I squeezed a strawberry onto her lips. "That tastes like strawberry." She said.

"That's right!" I said and rubbed the squashed strawberry over her nipples.

"What's that?" She asked

"That's the strawberry being rubbed into your nipples." I told her. Then I kissed her nipples sucking the juice off them.

She laughed, "I know what that is, that's you licking it off again."

"Hold out your hands." I told her, when she did I poured more honey into her outstretched palms. 

"That's sticky!" She exclaimed. 

"Rub it over your tits." While she did that, I trickle rubbed some jam into her pussy.

"Diana, What are you doing?"

"Rubbing some comestibles into your pussy, don't you like it?

"Yes, I do."

I began to slide my fingers in and out of the jam covering her pussy. She obligingly opened her legs and let me apply more.

"I don't know what that is but it feel gloriously decadent." She whispered.

"I'm going to kiss you now and pour something over my own head so it will cover both of us." I told her.

"Is it messy?"

"Yes."

"Then do it!"

In fact I tipped a large can of creamed rice pudding over her belly first and then lay on top of her before covering my hair and hers with baked beans in tomato sauce. I took off her blindfold so she could see my face dripping beans and sauce on to hers. Then we kissed in earnest, rubbing our bodies together in the goo between us.

"This is fun." She told me between kisses.

"Would you like to take the messing further?" I asked.

"Yes if sex comes with it." She told me. So we messed each other up and rubbed kissed and generally did sexy things. I ended up sitting on her upper chest, masturbating myself right near her mouth, my juices splashing her face. She started off by rubbing jam, honey and strawberries into my tits. Then started flicking anything else she could reach at my face and hair. There was no doubt that she was enjoying herself..

"Celia, will you do something for me?"

"Anything, absolutely anything." She cried out rolling her head from side to side in the mess on the floor.

"Will you piss on me?"

"What?" 

"I want you to piss over my body."

"Where?"

"All over."

"No I meant where do you want me to do it? In what location?"

"Right here, right now. Sit on me like I am sitting on you and work your way down my body.

We swapped places and she sat on my upper chest as instructed. She couldn't do it straight away but I diddled her urethra with my little finger and then a small flow started. Soon she was slashing in my face and hair. I loved the dirtiness of this and physically stopped her sliding down my body by linking my hands behind her back, holding her fast.

My waist long hair was drenched through, but not washed clean as it had too many other ingredients in it. I opened my mouth to try to catch some but her flow was now too fast, so I simply luxuriated in the nice warm shower. "Diana, you are a silly dirty bugger!" Celia told me when she had finished.

"It was great, you should try it!" I replied.

"Maybe some other time I might." She said, "But do tell me, are we going to bed at all tonight?" 

"Well clean up first, that can be fun too." I told her. I found out that she had actually brought a nightdress with her, she told me this whilst we were swabbing down the kitchen floor. I filed away this information for later use.

Eventually we finished in the kitchen and went to have a shower together. We lathered and rinsed, lathered and groped each other for quite a long time. In fact we showered until we were beginning to run out of hot water. So we dried off and went into the bedroom,. "Diana, do you realise it is nearly 6.00am?" she asked with some surprise.




My Date with Celia



"Wow we are going to have to get busy." I said, "Get over here and rub your cunt against mine."

"If we do that, we'll need another shower." She remarked, but lay on the bed with her legs spread anyway.

"Good!" I retorted. "I want to see what that nightdress of yours look like wet anyway."

She laughed as I lowered myself into position, "As you wish milady."

We thrusted, slid, and wiped our pussies together until we both came again. Our thigh and bellies were wet with a mixture of our juices. We crept into a spoon position and fell asleep.

I woke at 9.00am with a start. We should be at work! Celia was in the bathroom. "Why didn't you wake me?" I demanded of her.

"Because, my darling you and I are officially off sick today. I rang the office and said that you and I had been for a meal last night and had eaten some bad fish."

"How did you explain that you were ringing for both of us?" I asked.

"Simple, I told them that you were so ill I had to bring you home, so when I began to feel the same you insisted that I stay the night so that you could fuck the arse off me!" she joked.

"You didn't!"

"You were the one who insisted on outing us by holding my hand in the office, making sure that we were noticed, weren't you?" She admonished me. "So now we have all day to make love and if you're very good, I might wear my nightdress in the shower for you."

"I love you." I said.

She rejoined me in bed and settled her nose into my slightly smelly vagina and snorted into it. "Are you blowing snot into my cunt?" I asked.

"Now that's a good idea, I bet you haven't had that done to you before." She replied. I laughed and shook my head. "In some ways it is a pity I haven't got a cold then isn't it?" I was incapable of speech so, still laughing I nodded.

When I recovered enough to say something, I expressed myself of the view that she was fine one to call me a silly dirty bugger. She crept up alongside me to kiss my breasts and then my mouth. Then it was my turn to surprise her. I wormed my way down the bed a little and wiped her damp and also slightly smelly vagina with my hair. Then I took a strand that was thoroughly dampened by the mixture of juices and sweat, put it into my mouth and sucked it dry. That set us both off again.

There is a definite advantage of having a lesbian relationship. A man can only cum so many times in a night, whereas lesbians have the advantage that they can just keep going. So we did: All morning.

"Shall we have a shower and then something to eat?" I suggested.

"The only thing I want to eat is between your lovely, slight damp thighs." She told me.

"You are incorrigible." I exclaimed.

"So encourage me." Celia looked at me with a lapping motion of her tongue. Then resignedly agreed, "Ok, let's have that shower and we can kill two birds with one stone."

What's that?"

"You can see what my nightie looks like when it is wet, and I can find out what it feels like to have you wet it by pissing on it! 

I almost dragged her to the bathroom before she could change her mind. The "nightdress" that she had brought with her, was not some flannelette tee shirt type, but the most gorgeous piece of lingerie, a pale pink. After she had put it on over her naked body, I could still see her most important parts through the silk.

She sat cross legged on the floor of the shower cabinet and supported herself with her arms behind her. "C'mon then this better be good!"

Well I drenched her, from head to toe. Her hair was flattened to her skull, like that she looked very sexy. I looked down and my piss was dripping off her nose, her chin and her tits! Those gorgeous magnificent tits were wet with my piss. The reason why I could see this was that half way through her wetting, she had shrugged the nightie off her shoulders and offered her tits to be washed in my natural water. I sank to my knees, pushed her onto her back on the wet floor and sucked her breast for all I was worth.

"Put your hand to my pussy." She said quietly. I did as she had said and felt her weeing over my hand. "Next time it will be in your mouth, there will be no escape."

"I won't want any escape, I promise you!" I gasped, "You can clamp me there with you thighs and I shall drink the lot. Me telling her this had a remarkable effect on her. 

"We must use today well, it will be our last chance for another time like this for a while." She said. "I want to explore this pissing this with you."

"Than we mustn't waste any opportunity." I said, "I either of us need to go, we must do it over the other. _whatever we are wearing!"

"Oh Diana, you are a dirty bastard. Put your fingers up my cunt right now and bring me off, make me come over your hand."

Eventually we did get down stairs for lunch and in view of our last conversation, we got dressed. All Celia had with her apart from some tatty jeans and a tee shirt, was her business suit. This was what she had dressed in. I eyed this as we ate. "I know what you're thinking, and yes I do know what is likely to happen to it." She told me. I threw a carton of milk at her. She grabbed the marmalade that was on the table and smeared a handful into my hair. 

"Here we go again" I though and I was delighted. I am afraid I made a right mess of her suit, It was a definite candidate for the dry cleaners, although quite what the assistant might think we she took it in, I didn't know.

After a bit of a session we relaxed in the bath together, this brought about another bit of "canoodling" as my mother might have called it. Whilst we were in the bath, who should turn up? Yes, my Mother. 

She let herself in and in answer to my call "We're upstairs Mum." She came up and found the bathroom door ajar, Celia and I were still in the bath. Celia was petrified with fright. 

"Well I suppose I shouldn't be surprised at the things you do." She said. "Have you two been having a good time?" We both answered in the affirmative, Celia a little less fulsome in her expression than was I. "Well I suppose you'd like a cup of tea, I'll go and put the kettle on."

"Diana! That was your Mum!" Celia was embarrassed to be caught by her. 

"Don't worry, she's more fun than you think." I told her. I got out Bob's bathrobe for Celia and I wore my own.

"Don't you think we should get dressed?" she asked.

"In your case, what in? You have nothing left!"

"I have my jeans and tee shirt." 

"Have you seen your jeans?" I asked her, "They are considerably tattier than when you arrived. I was keeping that as a surprise for you." 

Celia laughed and uttered, "Bitch!" 

"Before we go downstairs, give me a kiss." I told her. Then I opened up the front of her bathrobe and considered what I saw. "God you have a beautiful body!" I put my arms inside the robe and held her bare body against mine. "These breasts are exquisite, I am insanely jealous."

"Stop it Diana, we are different, you are just as beautiful, I envy your lovely hair, regular dosing of foodstuffs must do it a tremendous amount of good."

I slipped the sash of her robe out of the belt loops. "We won't need that, I want you to live dangerously. Flash Mum a bit and see what happens."

"I most certainly will not!" Celia retorted sharply. "I will only go downstairs with no belt if you do the same."

"There!" I said as I tossed my belt along the corridor. My robe fitted me and was extremely short, however, hers, actually being Bob's, was a lot looser and was longer. "You are much more covered than I, so stop moaning."

"Are you two going to be much longer?" Mum called from the kitchen.

"Coming Mum!" I called and shooed Celia down the stairs.

The three of us sat round the kitchen table. "Now what have you two been up to today?" Mum asked quite innocently. I laughed and Celia blushed bright red. "Perhaps I can guess." Mum surmised. She turned to Celia, "My dear, I have come to learn that when you come into this house, you enter one of high sexual activity -- of all types. Can I take it you enjoyed your visit?"

Celia embarrassed beyond measure, mumbled that she had. I think if the questioner had been anyone other than my Mum, she would have been more effusive. 

Mum carried on addressing Celia. "There's no need to be embarrassed dear, Lesbianism is quite acceptable nowadays, - even amongst the most heterosexual of men. I'm sure Bob, had he been here would have loved to have watched, - or even joined in, but then I suppose it wouldn't have been lesbianism, more an orgy. Not that that would have made any difference, Bob would have sprayed his cum anyway."

"I'd forgotten he was away, I've come round with a purpose." Mum continued. "I decided to treat you and Bob in return for recent favours. I will buy and have installed a hot tub in one of those wooden cabins that you see. I thought a good place would be up in the Rhododendrons, a little away from the house, then you can indulge in your little peccadilloes, without being observed. Although perhaps you don't mind being seen in a state of undress quite so much now. One condition though is that I would want to able to use the tub also."

"Mum, I don't know what to say." I almost blubbed.

"Thank you might be appropriate." She replied a little waspishly.

"Of course, Thank you so much Mum, We'd be so grateful -- honestly. I can't wait to tell Bob. We had talked about getting one but they're so expensive."

"Actually it was Bob who gave me the idea, He was telling me that he tried one at a hotel once and he loved it. Besides it will be so much more comfortable than you and your guests crammed into that bathtub upstairs." She continued with a wink, "Don't you agree Celia?" She hesitated then said, "Well I must be going, thanks for the tea even though I had to make it myself. Will you see me to the door please Diana?" 

I walked to the front door with Mum, "Tell your friend that she doesn't have to wrap her robe round her so tightly, I have seen a naked female before!" Then she added, "I'll see you at the weekend I hope, Tell Bob that I'm particularly looking forward to receiving HIS gratitude."

"You want to go to bed with him again?" I asked.

"Diana, you of all people should know that it doesn't have to be in bed! Haven't you christened the stairs yet? Or the hall floor? What about the back garden? Have you no imagination? Bye dear, I'll see you at the weekend."

I stood there in wonderment, what a fantastic women my mother is, and so understanding, but no imagination? ME? I'd get Bob to do her over, no question.

Celia crept up behind me and put her arms around me. "Does that mean what I think it means? Is Bob shagging your mother?"

Without looking at her, just watching my Mum driving off in her car, I said, "You shouldn't have been listening."

"I didn't intend to, I just overheard part of it."

"You mustn't tell anyone."

"I promise from the bottom of my heart I will never utter a word of this to anyone." She sounded sincere. Then she said, "Shut the door, I want to take off your robe."

I turned to face her, "Leave the door and we'll both take off our robes."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm getting to like exhibitionism." 

She giggled "It seems we both are! Are you ready? One two, three, GO!"

I played a rotten trick on her. I dodged out of the way as she dropped her robe, then I stood blocking her way back behind the door for a few seconds. She laughed when she realised she'd been had. "You rotten bugger!" She exclaimed. Of course I let her back and we kissed again. "I could fall in love with you." She told me.

"I'd prefer it if we kept it at the "in lust" level for the moment." I told her gently.

"You're probably right." She agreed. "But that doesn't mean I not getting very fond of you, you know."

"That is definitely reciprocated." I said to her. "If we're officially off sick, does that mean we can't go out tonight?"

"Of course we can, as long as we promise not to eat fish!" She said with a roar. "But what am I to wear?" 

"Very little, I promise." I told her. "I have a wrap around dress that we might get to fit you, providing you're not too fussy about how much overlap there is."

"Lead me to it MacDuff, let's try." She cried out, then added, "But I don't have any underwear here." 

"Don't worry on that score. You won't be needing any." I told her as I tweaked one of her nipples. Her breasts fascinate me, I can't seem to leave them alone.

We still had a lot of time before hitting the town we wondered how we could fill it. Just for once we did not do to bed. I suggested we each do a dance for the other with no touching! I placed my wardrobe at her disposal if she wanted to be wearing something (at the start) -- I certainly would. I also said she should look through the CD collection for a track that she might want to play.

I chose Shirley Bassey "Big Spender" as my track. It had all the oomph that I needed. She (of course) chose "The Stripper" By David Rose. So now all we had to do was to sort out some clothes. 

Celia held up a nightdress of mine. "Can I try this on?" She asked. 

"Of course!" I told her, It was one I hadn't worn in years, except one night about six months ago when I surprised Bob in the shower whilst I was wearing it. Needless to say, it now wasn't in the best of condition. "By the way, do what you like with it."

"Really?" She asked.

"Really." I confirmed and said no more.

I found an old sundress that needed a bit of excitement, I thought to myself how exciting it was going to get in the space of one song, I grinned at the prospect. We tossed a coin to find out who was to go first. She won and put me in first. I announced that the penalty for unauthorised touching was to be put out in the back garden naked for ten minutes.

The music started and I raunched into the room, I did a few bumps and grinds and went very close to her thrusting my pelvis at her face, then I took a step back and pulled the neckline open and bent over to show down the front of my dress.(Not that I have any real cleavage to show). Then I undid the back zip a little and pulled the dress off both shoulders. Leaving it like that, I began to haul up the skirt until it was at the top of my thighs. Holding it there with one hand I beckoned to her to come forward, then thrust my free hand under my skirt and simulated frigging myself off (I had a dastardly plan). She got out of the chair in which she was sitting and stepped forward. Her hand followed mine under my skirt and cupped my pussy. I breathed, "You touched me, and you'll have to pay the penalty later." 

It was getting near the end of the song, so I stepped back and simply undid the zip full and let the dress drop to the floor. She applauded me delightedly, and laughed when she said "That was a dirty trick!"

"If you think that is dirty, you have another think coming." I retorted, picking up my dress and putting it back on.

Then it was her turn. She did a standard stripper routine, flashing her tits and hauling the nightie up to her hip from side on. Then she tore the neckline down to her waist. I was delighted, it was an old nightie and I never tire of seeing her breasts. Then both side seams went up to her armpits. She held out the front flap like an apron and draped it over my legs. I naturally gathered it into my hands and lifted it so I could see her quim. She twisted away from me which pulled me towards her. I realised what she was doing too late and I ended up with my arms around her. "You touched me so you'll have to pay the forfeit later." She laughed.

As I had to pay the penalty anyway I was going to get my money's worth and tore the nightie clean off her and began fondling those lovely breasts. I just weighed them in my hands and gently lifted them. "What would you like to do with them?" She asked, "Pour something over them perhaps?"

"Yes!" I exclaimed, "But outside."

"Then take off your dress and we'll do it outside." She murmured.

I went to the kitchen cupboard and grabbed almost the first thing I touched. So I was armed with a carton of ready made custard. It's disgusting stuff, but handy for messing with. I guided her to the "hidden" part of the patio backed her against the wall and poured a little of the custard over her breasts. It ran over her skin in a very pleasing manner, dividing into two around her nipples, then dripping off the bottom swell of her tits onto her belly and her feet. "Lick it off my boobs, Diana." She said softly. Then I did something really stupid. I handed her the carton and bent over from the waist to take one of her nipples into my mouth.

I was not obeying her instruction, as instead of licking I was sucking. I was turned on by this and so was she. She pushed out her belly and with one hand cupped and lifted the breast I was sucking, which in turn lifted my face upwards a little. I looked up into her eyes as she began to pour the rest of the custard over her breast and my face. She didn't stop there, she moved the carton so it made a trail up my forehead, over my hair and down my bare back as far as she could reach. There was still some custard left so she reversed the process back and forth until it was all gone. I was covered in the sticky yellow stuff as I stood up to kiss her. She smoothed my hair back just at the top, but the main part of my hair was still dripping in custard. She turned me round facing away from her and put pressure on my shoulders indicated she wanted me on my knees.

As I knelt, I felt her tugging at my hair. Not much but enough for me to notice. I turned my enough to see that she was rubbing her vagina with a handful of my custard sodden hair. "Let me do it." I said to her.

"OK." She replied. I knelt before her facing her this time and pulled my hair over my shoulder and started to rub the messy hair into her pussy. She groaned. She groaned even more when I started to stuff my hair into her with my fingers. I kept going pushing more and more of my hair up between her labia lips. "Diana." She uttered, "I would never have thought of doing that!" When I had pushed as much hair into her pussy as I could, I started to very slowly pull it out again. You'd have thought that I was giving her an electric shock. "Fucking hell Diana! What are you doing to me? That is exquisite!" When all my hair was out of her I placed my mouth over her vagina and blew as hard as I could. "Jesus Diana!"

I stood up and rubbed her pussy with my hand. She immediately stuck two fingers inside me and shook me rigid. "Are we going to make each other cum like this?" I asked her. She had to concede that were probably were not, so we went into the house and showered.

"What are we going to do tonight?" Celia asked.

"I did think we could go to the cinema and fool around a bit, and then perhaps on to a club, even the one we went to last night." I offered.

"Same club eh? A second performance perhaps?" she said with a grin.

"You never know." I replied.

"Ok then, but what about the cinema? There isn't sex cinema in the town as far as I know." She asked.

"All the better then, people won't be expecting it." I said wickedly.

"You're determined to get caught aren't you?" Celia demanded.

"Not particularly, but I find the risk of it, exciting." I admitted.

We had a meal before getting ready for the evening out. As we ate we decided that Celia would have to go home tonight so she would have something to wear to the office the next day. For tonight though she had decided that my offer of a wrap-over dress would be fun and exciting to try.

The dress I had in mind was a sleeveless dress with no collar, so it would possibly accommodate her larger frame. She tried it on and although it went round her (just), there was no way that the tapes would reach enough to tie, thus securing the dress. "What about your idea for my skirt, some Velcro?" I asked,

"Only if you do the same for your skirt." She demanded. 




My Date with Celia



"Done." I replied

So about an hour later both dress and skirt had Velcro tabs sewn in as the only fastening with which to secure(?) the garments in place. With my skirt, I didn't remove the clasps that were already in place, but the Velcro was sewn in such a fashion that the clasps couldn't be used. There was no such problem with the dress a couple of one inch squares of the hook and eye fabric and the fixing was in place.

Celia modelled the dress for me. It almost didn't wrap at all! You could see her breast bone and beyond and the wrap at her waist was no more than two or three inches. When she took a step, it was evident that she had no panties on, although her pussy did not come into sight. The top of the dress looked a little strange as the fit wasn't right, but she had an answer. "I could wear my bolero jacket with it". She suggested.

"How does the dress feel anyway?" I asked her.

"Delightfully insecure!"

Now it was my turn. "Wear a longish tee shirt with your wrap over skirt." She told me.

"Why is that?" I questioned.

"Just in case you lose you skirt in the cinema and can't find it in the dark." She giggled. I did as she suggested, but added a wide belt to the ensemble and with a short jacket of my own, of we went to town.

"Which is the least popular film tonight?" I asked at the pay booth. 

The bored looking girl behind the glass said "The return of the Zombies. It's years old and there is almost no-one in there." I bought two tickets. 

The screen where this film was showing, was actually part of the old cinema before in was made into a multi-screen. As you might expect with a poor film the auditorium selected for it was the smallest. Some of the old "lovers" or double seats were still installed at the back. We chose one of those in a back corner. We sat watching the film (and any other patrons) for a few minutes, then with a deft move, Celia pulled open my skirt and yanked it from under me. She tossed it over the seat in front and I lost sight of it. "You bugger!" I exclaimed. "If you'd have asked me I'd have come without it."

Slowly the cinema filled up, well not exactly filled up, but a few more patrons arrived. The worse thing happened. Another couple, (man and woman) came and sat almost immediately in front of us. "They'll find my skirt." I whispered to Celia.

"So what?" she relied as she diddled my clitoris. I was soon past caring whether they found the skirt or not. Anyway, I think they were too involved in their own little games to worry about us. I opened Celia's dress up completely. "If you want me to take it off, I will, but you'll have to do the same." She breathed.

"Perhaps we should keep something back for the club." I suggested. She murmured her agreement. We spent about an hour and a half in the cinema, before deciding to move on. "I'm going to get my skirt back." I whispered. I had to clamber over the seat in front. The girl of the couple whose blouse was, shall we say, dishevelled, looked at me and asked "What are you doing?"

"I'm looking for my skirt, haven't you let him take yours off yet?" To give her due, she didn't scream of make a fuss, she helped me look for it. Actually she found it under the seat in front of them. I don't think she realised, until Celia and I stood up together, that I was with another woman. 

As we shuffled along the row of seats, she said in a stage whisper, "At least you two can't get pregnant in here." I wonder what they had got planned? 

We decided to go straight to the club, although it was a lot earlier that the previous night. The doorman recognised us and in we went with no problem. The same trio was playing, the same music. The Thursday evening crowd was a little bigger than the Wednesday evening crowd, so as we were shown to a booth, we decided to sit together, drink our socks (or anything else) off and watch the dancing for a while.

We kept an eye out for any undressing of partners, there was plenty of groping, but the nearest to stripping off we saw, were the same two gays who had been in the previous night. One of them was wearing a pair of tight black leather trousers with a zip down the back. His partner who was wearing a white shirt, had already opened the zip and had one hand right inside, obviously fingering the anus of the leather boy. They were kissing and leather boy had his hand down the front of white's shirt's pants, where no doubt there was an erect penis being seen to.

"Do you swallow when Bob cums in you mouth?" Celia's question came out of the blue as we sat cuddling drinks and each other.

"Of course! Why do you ask?"

"Apparently some women don't." She replied.

"I love it." I told her.

"What does it taste like?"

"Why do you want to know?" I persisted.

"Just curious." 

"Why don't you ask one of the gay boys to shoot in your mouth, then you'll know." I told her a little cruelly.

"They wouldn't."

"How do you know that?" I asked. "Suppose shooting your load into any mouth is much the same. It is the receiver who is subjugating his or herself, letting the partner do the most disgusting thing to them."

"Do you think it is disgusting?"

"Absolutely not! But some people obviously do. Or possible it is the act of total surrender which they may think is humiliating." I said. "In some ways, I can understand those women who attend to a big gang of men and let them all cum all over them and piss on them, then drinking the piss they collect in a jar, or tipping it over themselves."

"Do you find the thought of that stimulating, have you ever thought you might like to try it?"

"Occasionally." I admitted. Then, changing the subject, "Shall we join the dancing?" 

"Leave your skirt here." she told me, "But wear your belt -- tight." 

I dropped my skirt on the seat and tightened the wide belt around my waist. Celia pulled a bit of the shirt up though the belt to show more of my legs. "I'm a bit disappointed to be like this before we actually get to the dance floor." I told her, "I had hoped you would rid me of my skirt out there." I pointed to the middle of the club.

"You may yet get your wish." She replied. "Have patience."

We smooched like all the other couples, a mixture of male/male, male/female and like us, female/female. The gay boys as I had nicknamed them, seemed content having a hand down each other's trousers whilst kissing. As Celia and I held each other tight, I managed to pull one of the Velcro tabs apart on her dress. She whispered in my ear, "Slow down a bit we have plenty time for a bit of fun, we don't have to be at work until 8.30am." I giggled at that and let my hand slide up to her waist, pulling the hem of the dress with it, baring her bum.

"Does my bum look big in this?" She asked jokingly

"I'm sure it looks wonderful." I told her.

After dancing, kissing, canoodling (that's my mum speaking again.) and generally feeling each other up for a while Celia led me back to our booth. "Are you up for an experiment?"

"Definitely." I told her emphatically.

"Then bear with me while I adjust your clothing." She removed my belt which was about four inches broad and lifted my shirt, so that she could fix the belt round at just below hip level.

"I've hear about people calling s short skirt a belt, but I've never seen a belt worn as a skirt before." I told her.

"Then you are a world leader." Celia replied. "Take off your shirt." Which I did and she fixed the skirt around my chest like a bandeau top.

"Ready to do some more dancing?" - I nodded.

I suppose I knew that my skirt/bandeau top would not stay in place long, but I was surprised how long we danced together before Celia started fiddling with it. By then I had her breasts out of her dress, but it bothered her not one jot. "Take it off if you want." I told her.

"I want it to fall off." She told me, "Move your body a bit more." 

As I did so, it started to slip, then she spun me round, just catching a corner with her hand and sure enough, my skirt fell to the floor. She kicked it out of the way, so now I was only wearing my belt. I naturally slid her dress fully open and eased it off her shoulders. Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I looked round to see the girl who had been stripped by her husband/boy friend the previous night. "Can I dance with you please?" she asked.

I looked at her she was fully dresses. "Only if you take off you clothes." I told her.

"I'll dance with you if you'll take them off for me."

She joined us and we started to unfasten her dress. "Where's you boyfriend tonight?" Celia asked.

"Watching."

We then renewed our efforts to rid this girl of her garments. It didn't take long as there were not a lot of them. Dress and panties, that's all. "I guessed Reggie was going to want to strip me again, after last night, so I made it easier for him." She admitted.

"Why didn't you let him?" I breathed at her.

"He sent me over here so you could do it."

So there we were, three naked women huddled together on the dance floor. "When Celia and I are dancing with each other, we usually play with each other's sexy bits." I told her.

"You can do the same to me. I know Reggie will like to watch that happen." I cupped one of her breasts and Celia slid a hand down over her belly and touched her pussy. She flinched a bit but stood her ground. "Do you make each other cum?" she asked. 

"Invariably." Celia replied.

"Then you must do the same to me. -- please."

"How would you like a litre of cum over your tits? I murmured to her. "Just imagine it. Think of it poured over you, completely covering you, sliding over your skin, Your hair is drench it cum, it is sticking to you face, running down over your belly, into your bush and down your thighs, then........."

"Stop. Stop. Stop!" she almost cried out. "I get the picture."

"Do you like what you see?" Celia asked all the time she was fingering the girl's cunt. She came so suddenly that we had to support her. Reggie was there in an instant and took her away.

We went to sit down again to finish our drinks and prepare to leave. Celia spoke. "You know Diana, You have a very vivid imagination, Even though I am a lesbian, I was getting turned on." 

"I wasn't using my imagination." I told her, "I was describing something Bob did to me last week!"

Soon after that we left and the taxi dropped her off at her place before taking me home. I masturbated myself to sleep that night. 

Bob was to be coming home the next day and I longed to see him, touch him and feel him holding me. That evening I had dinner ready for after his trip and we recounted to each other what had happened during our time apart.

I told him about my conversation with my mother and for some reason he was particularly rampant that night.

Tune in next time to find out what occurred.



My Date with Connor



After finishing my make-up I looked at myself in the mirror and frowned. My make-up was fine but I was wearing panties, pantyhose and a bra. I had a date with Connor in about an hour and this was our third date. 

Connor is 25 years old and a true hunk of a man. He is 6'4" with brown hair and as cute as can be. Our previous two dates had gone extremely well and his goodnight kiss from last Thursday implied that he wanted more. That was just fine with me because I did too. 

That was my problem now with what I was wearing I looked .....well..... boring. I spoke to myself saying "Why not just go all out and scream 'Fuck Me!' I know he wants to I might as well let him know that I want it too." 

I stripped naked and started over, I ended up wearing no panties at all, crotch less hose and my pink demi push-up bra and no panties at all. On top of that I wore a burgundy cocktail dress with 4 inch black strappy heels, this was one of my "Fuck Me" dresses (those are dresses that I wear when I want to get picked up and laid from a bar or something. They are very sexy and leave virtually nothing to the imagination).

I was a bit overdressed for where we were going but I really didn't care because I looked terrific! I put on my favorite cologne then pulled up my skirt and put some on my pussy. I smiled at myself in the mirror and turned for a profile, smiled and thought "this will get his attention."

At that moment the doorbell rang so I grabbed my purse and went to answer the door. On the way I stopped at my toy drawer and grabbed my bullet and put it in my purse. When Connor saw me, he just stared. I just LOVE that look in a man's eye and it gave me butterflies as I felt my pussy begin to moisten. 

After an awkward moment he said "Ellen, honey, my god you look..... FABULOUS!" he continued smiling and saying "Now I wish I had brought a tie." as he stared at my tits.

He leaned over to kiss me and being the gentleman that he is he kissed me on the cheek so as not to mess with my lipstick. As he did this he said "Oh my god you smell positively delicious."

I was standing there smiling like a giddy school girl and as I said "I'm glad you like it" I gave him a some what sexy pose.

"You look very nice to." I said as I let my eyes wander over his huge, strong body pausing just long enough for him to notice as I stared at the bulge in his slacks. I could not wait to find out what jewel he had in there.

He took me to Luigie's an upscale Italian restaurant that is on the shore of a lake and he made sure we had a lake view table. He was his usual fun and funny self all through dinner and the entire time I was just getting wetter as my sexual desire switched from a 'want' to a 'need'. I looked down and noticed that my nipples could be seen just a little through my dress.

After dinner he invited me to walk with him on the pier that went out into the lake and I eagerly agreed. He held out his elbow and I took it pressing against him as much as I could. We were alone outside and the night was pleasantly cool and felt wonderful on my damp labia as we walked.

Not a much was said as we enjoyed the view and each others presence. When we reached the end we sat on a bench and he skillfully put his arm around me and lightly brushed my cheek with the back of his hand. He leaned over and kissed me. It was a deep passionate kiss as I felt his hand support the back of my head and his tongue probing my mouth completely and deeply. 

Releasing me from the kiss he looked in my eyes and said "Ellen, you are one beautiful woman."

Not giving me a chance to respond he leaned over and began to lick and suckle my neck. I love it when a guy does this to me and I leaned my head back and to the side as I closed my eyes. "ooohhh" I whispered. I felt all tingly and my pussy was now officially drenched to the point where I worried a little if I would leave a wet spot on the skirt of my dress.

He began to lick my earlobes as he said very softly "You have the most wonderful tits and there are many things that I want to do to you." As he said that I reached over on his lap, found his hand and cupped it on my left breast. I cooed softly as he began to fondle me. 

He was kissing me when I felt his hand on my thigh and he slid it slowly under the skirt of my dress so I uncrossed my legs to give him full access to me. "MMMmmm sweetheart I can feel your heat from here." he said squeezing my thigh right next to my pussy. I gave soft high pitched yelp as his hand touched my labia and then a moan as he began stroking my pussy. "No panties? That's a good girl." he said as he kissed me. 

I moaned again as I felt him slide two fingers into my pussy and he began finger fucking me right there on the bench. It was a bit awkward given our positions but we managed. He released me from another kiss and removed his fingers and held them up. They glistened in the moonlight as I took his hand in mine and put his fingers in my mouth and began to move my head back and forth some.

"Let's find someplace a little more......private?" he said as he stood and took my hand. 

"Just a moment, please." I said as I reached for my purse. I reached in and pulled out my latest favorite toy and when I showed it to him he smiled. "I call this my bullet." I said as he took it from me and began to examine it. I was a ingenious change to the good old vibrating egg. The egg was in the center and there were two smaller silicon dildos one attached at each end so the whole thing was about six inched long and was designed to fit completely inside me.

It also has a remote control which I handed to Connor as I took the bullet from him and pushed it deep inside me. "OOOOHhhhhh" I moaned as I slid it in. 

Connor chuckled and said "Holy Shit, Ellen, I have never seen a girl do that before!" as he pointed the remote at me and I felt my bullet spring to life causing me to jerk a little and short "ah" as I patted my vulva.

"Let's go." I said smiling at him. He took my arm and we began walking along the boardwalk back towards the car. We did not speak for a bit and the only sound was the clicking if my heels. A breeze had begun to blow and the skirt of my dress began to brush my clit, with my state of arousal and the bullet moving around in me I stopped. "Oh, shit." I said softly looking around to be sure that nobody else was around.

Connor stopped and looked at me then put his arm around me and said "Ellen, honey are you ok?" 

I bent at the waist turned my back to the restaurant and pulled up my skirt as I squeezed my pussy. "Oh god, Connor, I'm cuming." I gasped as I closed my eyes tightly feeling another wave of pleasure coarse through me. I did a little dance with my feet crossing one leg over the other back and forth as my orgasm built. Doing this only shifted my bullet more and that fed the orgasm that I was desperately trying not to have. "UH.. .. UH.... Aaggghhhh" I moaned as softly as I could as I felt my orgasm crest. It was small compared to most of my orgasms and I did squirt but not that much really. I felt my fluids splash on my hand and a few drops dripped on the boardwalk as embarrassed as I was it could have been much worse.

Connor was bent over with me with his arm around me and I looked over at him and his crotch was right there in front of me. His cock appeared to be fully erect in his pants and he was absolutely HUGE. "Oh my god!" I whispered as I stood up and looked him in the eye. 

"Ellen, that was really, really HOT!" he said with a big smile. He continued and asked "Can you walk or should I turn this thing off?"

"I think I can walk." I replied with a sheepish grin.

As we began walking back to the restaurant I could feel the fabric of my dress brushing against my nipples so I looked down and saw that my nipples were fully erect and showed prominently through my dress. "Oh great" I thought "now we have to walk through the restaurant to get to the car." I could see that I was flushed from cuming as the top of my tits and chest were pink and Connor's erect cock was really obvious. 

When we got to the door Conner whispered in my ear "Just keep walking, ok?" So apparently the same thought crossed his mind. As he led me through the restaurant as we passed one of the tables of all ladies two of them looked at Connor's bulge then smiled at me and one of them winked. I smiled back at her and just kept walking.

The skirt of my dress began working my clit again and I thought "Oh god, not here, not now." So I reached down and as casually as I could I held my skirt away from my pussy. I made it to the car ok but just barely as my bullet was giving me a terrific inside out massage.

As we pulled out of the parking lot I laid my head back moaning softly and I began to gently rub my pussy. "God Connor, I want you to fuck my eyeballs out." I whined playfully.

"Ellen, baby, I'm going to fuck you into next week when we get to your place." he said as he reached over and pinched my nipple. "That was incredible back there! Look at you, that is so hot with you massaging yourself like that, jesus!" 

I glanced over at him, smiled and said "Just drive.....fast! Oh dear god that bullet feels FANTASTC!" As I closed my eyes again and cooed softly fingering my pussy. As we passed out of town into the country I pulled the top of my dress down exposing my tits as I began to massage them with my free hand. Caressing them pinching and pulling on my nipples as I began to moan softly.

I live way out in the country on 7 acres of wooded property and unfortunately it was about a 30 minute drive. I unbuckled my seatbelt and pushed my dress under me and took it off then I reclined the seat some unhooked and removed my bra and laid back. I was very glad that I had changed my pantyhose as I began to finger my pussy again.

I pulled on the string coming out of my cunt and felt my bullet slide inside me causing me to groan softly. I pulled it out of me and held it in my hand feeling the vibration I put one end of it in my mouth and began to suck on it looking at Connor. He was doing his best to watch me and drive at the same time.

I then began to fuck myself with it while I circled my clit with my other hand. "Ever seen a girl masturbate?" I asked breathlessly. "Watch this!" I continued. I pulled the bullet out of me again and again put it in my mouth tasting myself and giving Connor one of my most seductive and submissive looks. Around the dildo I said "Want me too stop?"

"HELL NO! you go for it, girl! I gotta see this!" he replied.

I removed the bullet from my mouth, smiled at him and rolled on my back with my head back and my eyes closed I went to work on myself fucking myself gently. Over the years I have become something of a master at masturbation. I know how to push my bodies buttons.

I began fucking myself more aggressively wishing for a larger dildo but the smaller bullet would work. My pussy began to squish as I started to lightly tap my clit with my fingers causing gentle jolts of pleasure to shoot through me as I began to moan louder. I took the bullet out of me and placed the vibrating part of it just above my clit and slid it down slowly while I started finger fucking myself with my other hand.

This continued for a bit until I slid the vibrating bullet just a little further down and hit my sweet spot for clitoral vibrators. "OOOOHH god yes that's the spot...." I said as I put the bullet back in me and began fucking myself rapidly while my other hand went to my clit. I arched my back thrusting my chest up as I continued speaking to myself "....Yeah baby!...oh god that's good....oh...oh....oh GOD!....here it COMES!" I shrieked as the first wave of ecstatic bliss crashed over me. 

I pushed the bullet deep inside me and I covered my pussy with both hands because I knew I was going to squirt pretty hard. "ohGOODDDAAHHH!" I screamed as my orgasm crested and my cum shot from me splashing loudly on my hands and dripped to the floor. My thighs and hands were shaking as I tried to relax back into the seat, panting.

"GOD DAMN!! Ellen! Save some for me will you sweetheart." Conner said chuckling and looking at me. I noticed that the car was not moving and he was fully facing me turned in his seat. I have no idea how or when that happened.

"I have not even started with you yet." I said softly, smiling as I rubbed my tingling pussy. I looked at him and I noticed that his belt was unbuckled and the clasp in his pants was undone. "Are we there yet, Daddy?" I asked playfully pointing at his crotch.

As he pulled the car back onto the road he said "It was too confining in there and got a little uncomfortable. Jesus Christ, girl do you do that often?"

"A few times a week, I suppose." I responded.

"Good lord almighty." he muttered looking at the road.

As we drove the last little bit to the house I rolled my head to his side and said "I'm going to cum as soon as you enter me. You know that don't you? God I want you so bad!"

As he turned in to my gravel driveway he looked at me and said with a laugh "This has been the longest 30 minutes of my life, sweetheart, sheer torture. But here we are! Thank God! I am going to fuck you the instant we get out of this car."

The motion lights came on as he parked the car and got out. I was putting my seatback where it should be when my door opened and Connor reached in and scooped me out. God Lord this man was strong. I let out a short yelp in surprise because I never saw him coming. 'How did he get there so fast?' I wondered.

He turned me around and put me down facing the trunk and bent me over so that my tits were pressed on the trunk lid. It was then that I felt him enter my pussy pushing firmly and he thrust his cock deeper inside me than any man has before. I immediately came VERY hard squirting my cum into the side of the car. He then began pounding me with his thrusts and I was moving toward him as he pushed into me. "Oh YEAH! Baby, this what I'm talking about!" Connor exclaimed.

I could only hang on for dear life as he fucked me long and hard right there in the driveway. Nobody could see us for the trees so that was not a problem. I began moaning loudly as I felt another orgasm building. I had to breath in time with his trusts because it was hard to breath otherwise as he was so deep in me.

Each thrust pushed hard on the back membrane of my cunt causing me to squeal with delight with each penetration. I came again squirting the car even harder. "DAMN girl, I love it when you do that!" he exclaimed playfully slapping my butt. I wanted to respond but I could barely think let alone talk, all I could do was grunt and sequel unintelligible sounds. GOD he was deep inside me!

I felt his hand wrap around my waist and he lifted me again still inside me he carried me to the grass in the front yard. He said "Now I'm going to fuck you like the naughty little girl you are!" as he flipped me over on my back and without pause thrust his cock deep inside my pussy once again. My breath caught as he pushed into me which must have caused a look on my face because he looked at me and paused. "Ellen, are you ok?" he said with a little concern in his voice. He then slid his cock back a little and I could breath again.

"HOLLY SHIT!" I said breathlessly. "Oh god, yes....fuck me some more!" I begged.

He smiled at me and resumed pumping me hard and fast. My tits were flying all over and were starting to tingle from the abuse so I tried to corral them with my hands. GOD this man was fucking me REAL hard. Another orgasm exploded in me as I came yet again hearing my cum splash on Conner's belly.

"Oh YEAH, baby, I want more of that!" Connor exclaimed.

I began to scream some as yet another orgasm crashed through me as he just kept fucking me. It was like he was some kind of fucking machine, he did not even appear tired as he slowly pushed me across the lawn. My head fell to one side with my eyes wide open and my mouth formed a silent "O" as I noticed that the woman had stopped screaming. I was so focused on what Conner was doing to me that I did not realize that it was my own voice that I no longer heard.

I really like it when a man takes me like this, having his way with me and just fucks my brains out.

He pushed me into multiple orgasms as I was cuming almost constantly now squirting him several times as my pussy squished with each stroke. I rolled my head to look at him and he smiled at me and while he kept fucking me he said "I LOVE that look of pure ecstasy....yeah, baby come on cum again for me....come on Ellen, I want another squirt!"

It was not long before he got his wish, to this day I wonder how many times I came that night. I had to have set some kind of record.

I felt him begin to slow until he was just gliding easily in and out of me it was a very sweet rhythm that had me cooing softly. I noticed that he had broken a sweat as had I as he lend over and kissed me a long passionate kiss. He then rolled over taking me with him so I was on top. At first I just sat there completely impaled by him and loving it. 

Cupping my tits he said "I need a break, sweetie, do you mind?" I got my feet under me and began to fuck him doing squats nice and easy. 

Now that I could control the speed and depth I could feel the size of this man in me more accurately. I let myself down impaling myself on his magnificent cock and when I started to go back up he said "All the way down, Ellen, I want to completely fill your pussy, over and over."

Letting out a soft whimper I lowered myself down to where I was sitting on him. As I started to go back up Connor said "Stay there please, I want to feel you." 

"ah..ah" I whimpered as he pushed up into me just a bit more.

"A lot of girls can't take all of me, I'm glad you can, honey. Now, I want to see what I have been hearing and feeling. I want you to squirt again for me, can you do that, baby?" he asked.

I began to fuck him as best as I could squatting up and down as I stroked my clit. I felt my body responding as I started patting my clit with my fingers I felt myself drop once again over the cliff of feminine bliss. I threw my head back and screamed as I dropped on to him once again impaling myself on him over and over. He was thrusting up in time with my down motion. I moved my hands away from my cunt as I came. "UUHHHHGGGA AAhhhh" I screamed as I squirted high into the air. I squirted a second time but just enough to hit Connor in the face and chest.

I collapsed on top of him with him still inside me. As I recovered some we both just lay there panting as he put his arms around me and began to rub my back. After about a minute I put my chin on his chest and looked at him and said laughing "Do you think maybe we should go in the house?"

He sighed and put his arms straight out on the grass and said "Yeah, I think the deer have seen enough."

Extracting myself from him I said "and the raccoons and the possums and the ......." I stopped in mid-sentence as I had gotten off of him and turned around and saw his cock for the first time. "HOLY SHIT! So that is what you have been fucking me with!" I exclaimed staring at by far the most monstrous organ I have ever seen.

I crawled over to him and took it in my hand "HOLY JESUS!" I said as I tried to take him in my mouth. I could only get the head in without worrying about my teeth scraping him. He was absolutely huge! Connor chuckled some as I licked his cock from top to bottom with a wondrous and awed expression. I reached down I began to massage my pussy as I stroked him remembering how glorious this thing felt inside me. He was still rock hard and I could feel his blood pumping in there it was like it was alive or something.

I cupped his scrotum in my hand and noticed that it seemed to be oversized even for such a monstrous cock. I looked up at him as he had raised up on his elbows to watch me worship him and he said "Believe it or not sweetie, I was born with three testicles and that makes me do a thing when I cum. I really like it but sometimes you girls get surprised."




My Date with Connor



"What is it that you do?" I asked.

"Oh, you'll see, babe, I'm not quite done with you yet, let's go inside." he said smiling at me.

So we got up, collected our stuff from the car and went into the house. I plopped my stuff down on a chair and headed straight for the kitchen because I was incredibly thirsty. Conner followed me in and came up to me from behind. I felt his organ on my back as he reached around me and began to massage my tit's. As I filled my glass a third time he said "Jeez, Ellen, are you thirsty there, honey?"

I finished the water and leaned my head back against his chest, smiled and said "You go out there and squirt like that and you will be thirsty too."

He squeezed and lifted both of my tit's and said "Good point, you got any KY jelly?"

He released my boobs and I turned to face him stroking his chest as seductively as I could with my finger I said "No self respecting girl would be caught without a proper supply of lubricant. It's in my bedside table drawer. Come on." I said taking his hand and leading him to my bedroom. 

On the way he picked up my bullet and said "We're going to need this."

As I opened the drawer he said "Good lord, woman!" inside were a few of my favorite dildo's and a few other things.

Slightly embarrassed I said "They are just dildo's."

Reaching in the drawer he said "And handcuffs and what are these things? Wrist and ankle cuffs? Is there something you are not telling me, Ellen?"

Again a bit embarrassed I replied "Well, I like bondage, but not tonight, ok?" I had only known the man for two weeks and there was no way I was going to let him tie me up. Maybe sometime in the future but not right now.

Taking the lubricant and my biggest butt plug out of the drawer he said "Sure, babe, whatever you want but that sounds really HOT."

Smiling at him and taking the lubricant I said "I'll do you and you do me, 6/9 works pretty well."

He laid on the bed and I straddled him taking some of the jelly and handed the jar to him. I noticed the his erection had softened some but he sprang back to life as I began to stroke him. He was so large that I used two hands.

I felt him begin to lubricate me and I grunted softly as he pushed a finger up my butt. With his other hand he was rubbing my pussy and finger fucking me. He stopped briefly and I felt my butt plug pressed against my anus and he said "I'm going to get you loosened up some, ok? I mean I realize that I am pretty big and I don't want to hurt you."

"That is probably a good idea, thanks." I replied as I felt him begin to push. He used a nice even steady pressure and I grunted when it was fully in place.

"Now that is a pretty sight sweetie, your beautiful pussy and a plugged butt and OH GOD! that fells good, Ellen." Conner said as he massaged my cunt.

"The view is pretty good from here too." I said as I squeezed his shaft.

'Tell you what, babe, if you let me sleep here tonight I promise that I will fill all of your holes by morning, deal?" he asked.

Well, I thought, he has already filled 2 of my holes and he was getting ready to fill the third so It seemed to be a bit of an odd question but the thought of curling up in his strong arms after such intense sex was very appealing so I agreed.

"I have found that with my size this works best if you stand face the bed and bend over, ok?"

"Sure." I said getting off of him. I felt a bit nervous and I wondered if I could take all of him back there.

I Stood and assumed my position as I felt him rub his cock between the cheeks of my butt. "Such a beautiful butt." Connor said as he stroked and squeezed my cheeks. I felt him insert my bullet back into me and cooed as it sprang to life.

I felt him remove my butt plug and then the head of his cock press into me. "AHH." I grunted and he stopped.

"You ok, Ellen? I really don't want to hurt you." he said.

As it happens we were facing the dresser mirror and I looked at him in the reflection. My eyes were open really wide and my mouth was open, I just nodded.

I watched as he pressed further into me. "uuuuUUUUGGGHHH!" I moaned loudly as he pushed his cock in as far in me as it would go. He obviously had done this many times because he paused to let my body relax around him.

"Just let me know when you are comfortable, ok, baby." he said looking at me in the mirror.

It did not take long for my body to accept him and I said "Good lord, you are in me so damn deep!" He just smiled as he began to fuck me slowly at first.

As his pace increased I forced myself to relax and told myself to enjoy the penetration. I watched as he began to really bang me hard and deep and then I felt a strange shift in my pussy as my bullet began to shift from the force of his thrusts. Until now I had been pretty quiet just grunting from time to time but suddenly I yelped pretty loud as I felt a jolt of pleasure shoot from my pussy. I looked up at myself in the mirror and wondered "what the hell was that?" when "AAHH!" I felt it again, and again, and again. 

I reached down to my pussy and squeezed but "AAHH....AAHH...AAHH!" I squealed, as the feeling would not stop. The force of Connor's thrust was shifting the vibrating bullet right across my G spot over and over.

Connor paused for a moment and asked "Are you ok, sweetie? You started shouting."

I looked at him in the mirror and tried to speak but again all I could do was nod. "You are one hell of a good piece of ass, you know that?" he said smiling at me as he started up again. 

I just started squealing again as he resumed his rhythm. The feel of his cock sliding in and out of me so deeply combined with the feeling from my pussy was more than I could stand, as I felt a wave of pleasure was over as I realized I was cuming again. This orgasm was different from most of mine as the pleasure waves were much closer together and very intense. It was like getting shocked with someone flipping a switch on and off but with pleasure not electricity.

I came HARD yet again as I felt him grab my thighs and begin to pull me toward him as he thrust into me. He had been but fucking me for quite a while, far longer than any other man when he finally began to slow.

We were both panting hard and sweating some as he finally came to a stop. I felt him pull out of me but almost immediately I felt my but plug being inserted. "Ellen, baby, I am going to come, I take it you want it in your pussy?"

Feeling a bit relieved because I was nearing exhaustion I said "Yes, please!" as I rolled over so that my butt was on the side of the bed.

I looked up at him as he mounted me and he had a strange look on his face. It was not a bad look just different than what I usually see on men that are about to cum in me. He pushed all the way into me and I grunted as I had forgotten just how far this guy could get into me. Then I remembered what he said a while ago about doing a "thing" when he came. "Well," I thought "I guess I'm going to find just what his "thing" is."

He leaned over me and I realized again how big this man was as I was looking at his chest. I reached up and grabbed his arms and raised my legs up back and out to completely expose my pussy. I felt his arms tremble some as he withdrew and then thrust his cock back in with so much force that he pushed me across the bed some so I pushed against his arms so that I would not slide.

He thrust in me one more time when I heard him moan loudly. At that point something happened deep inside my pussy, something WONDERFL! The man did not come, squirt or shoot his cum in me he erupted with a force that I had not experienced before. It caused me to gasp sharply in surprise and joy but his semen just kept coming. There was a short pause as I heard him groan loudly again arching his back "OOOHHHH...YEAH....OOOHHH!" he shouted.

I felt another eruption just as strong in me causing to shout "DAAHHHH!" And then another shout with another eruption "DAAAHHH....oh jesus...oh Connor!" as I felt him gushing so deep in me.

He began fucking me extremely hard an said in time with his thrusts "God Damit! Ellen! You feel so good! Here comes the big one!"

I had just realized what he said when my entire body began to shake as my back arched toward him and I felt the most intense, exquisitely feminine feeling of my life as I felt him gushing against the back membrane of my pussy. The feeling was so intense that immediately came, squirting him as he squirted me and I shrieked a very high pitched scream that slowly died to a groan as I felt the flow of his semen drop off.

I laid back on the bed panting and saying softly over and over as I exhaled "god damn...god damn....god damn...."

I felt his cock slide out of me as he rolled to the side and looked at me.

I was still breathing hard and saying "god damn....god damn....god damn...."

He leaned over and kissed my forehead and said "Ellen, that was FANTASTIC!"

I turned my head to look at him but once again I was literally speechless.

He rearranged himself on the bed while I lay there still paralyzed from the experience as he reached out with one arm and pulled me to him and said "Come here sweetheart." as he wrapped his arm around me cupping my left breast. As I drifted off to sleep I heard him whispering something about how pretty I am and how much he loved my tits......

I felt Connor gently squeeze first one of my tits and then the other as he whispered "Ellen, honey, are you awake?"

As I rolled on my back I noticed that it was 2:12am, apparently I had fallen asleep and I did feel a little refreshed but not completely. I looked at Connor and smiled "Hey." I said.

He leaned down and kissed me deeply and then asked "Are you still lubricated?"

I reached down between my legs to feel my butt but I brushed my pussy and felt something on my hand so I looked at it. It was semen. "Good lord." I said sitting up some I looked at my cunt and could see semen squishing out of me as I moved. This man had literally filled me with cum.

I got up and stood by the bed as Connor quickly lubricated me and bent me over. I felt him remove the butt plug that I had forgotten was still in me and he pushed deep inside me once again. He began to fuck me but only for about a minute as I heard the same grunts as earlier and I realized what was happening. I tried to stay still as his semen erupted in my butt. As he was finishing I began to feel a very warm sensation inside.

As he pulled out of me he said "Thanks, baby, I really needed that, you got me extremely worked up tonight." 

I turned around and put my hand softly on his cheek, winked and said "Anytime you want it, Connor, I'm here for you."

I woke later and looked at the clock 4:02 am and I realized that Connor did not have his arm around me anymore and I heard a rustling sound in the bed behind me so I rolled over. I raised up on one elbow as I saw Connor next me on his back stroking his cock.

He gave me an embarrassed look and said "Oops, you caught me. I was going to wake you in a minute."

"That's ok, go ahead, I have never watched a man masturbate before although I don't see any reason why....." I stopped in mid-sentence as I realized what he was doing. He said he was going to fill all three of my holes and he didn't mean with his cock.

I got up and started to walk around to his side of the bed but as I took a few steps I paused and I looked down at my pussy as I began to rub it. It felt positively delicious, all wet and slippery, it made walking a delight. I brought my hand up and saw that it had some of his semen on it. I smiled and continued to his side of the bed cooing softly.

I watched him for a bit and again marveled at the sheer size of his organ. Smiling at him I got down on my knees to be ready for him. He got up and stood in front of me, smiled down at me and asked "I cleaned it before I started so do you mind finishing for me?"

I just reached out and began to stroke him. I noticed that he had lubricated the shaft but not the head and I thought that was very nice of him because KY jelly works great but tastes like crap. I began to stroke him with both hands as I got a good long close up look at him. My hand just barely went all the way around his shaft and he had to be 10 inches long at least. I tried to take him in my mouth but once again all that I could get in was the head of his cock but I licked him anyway.

"Oh yeah, baby, it's so much better when you do it!" he said. "OH YEAH! HERE WE GO!" he said as I noticed his body stiffen some as he looked up and closed his eyes. With one hand I began to gently rub his scrotum and gently tickle it with my nails.

I felt him spasm a little and then my mouth was suddenly completely filled with his semen. I grunted as I almost choked on him and felt some of his cum drip down my cheek. I swallowed as fast as I could but more cum shot into my mouth as I herd Connor groaning loudly. 

I usually cradle a guys cock with my tongue if he comes in my mouth but I could not do that this time. I had to hold my tongue back and give him as much room as possible. I tried to tighten my lips around his shaft to seal it but there was simply no way I could stop his cum from leaking from my lips. I felt a few drops drip on to my tits and run down the middle. I just kept swallowing as best I could. 

I felt his hands on the back of my head and thought "Oh god, don't pull me to you." but he did. Just a little, but enough to force my tongue under his cock and I gagged as his cum was shot down my throat. When I jerked slightly from gagging he let go of my head and pulled his cock out of my mouth just in time for his last squirt which hit me in the face.

"Sorry about that, babe." he said looking at me.

I looked up at him and he had an enormous smile on his face which made me smile back at him as I slowly laid on my back on the floor. I was one FUCKED woman.

As I was cleaning up some in the bathroom I head "tick...tick" I looked down and saw that I was dripping from both my ass and my pussy. 

As I lay in his arms he squeezed my tits gently and whispered in my ear a question "Are you busy Saturday?" 

I thought "OH GOD!" of coarse I wasn't busy. 



My Date with Emily



Let me tell you, getting diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor three weeks before my eighteenth birthday was one of the worst things that could have ever happened to me. Tonight though would be one of the best nights, if not the last night I had a chance to go out and enjoy myself. I was given around nine months to live, and already three of those had passed. My body starting to feel the effects of the drugs they put me on just to try and keep me from suffering, doctors said I didn't have long until I'd be confined to a hospital bed for the rest of my very short existence. 

But tonight the Wishes for the Sick foundation was coming through, one last reprieve before one room became my home. I was always the shy, nerdy type. While others my age had gotten into sports, babes, and cars, I stayed true to my ways and stuck to my computer games, sci-fi books, and my one guilty pleasure, Disney.

Even though it was something reserved for pre-teen girls, I absolutely fell in love with "Hannah Montana." And surprisingly it wasn't like most people, I couldn't actually stand Miley Cyrus, I thought she was an appalling actress. No, my sights were set on her on-screen sidekick, Emily Osment. I'd watched her go from perky and cute sidekick to babe as she grew up on the show, and now Wishes for the Sick was going to give me the chance to meet her.

As you can probably imagine, I've never had a girlfriend and only made it on a few dates in my life, so the chance to meet and hang out with a celebrity, especially my celeb crush was a rather fitting end to things. Due to some of my limitations the plan was rather simple. I'd get picked up in a limo and taken to a hotel suite where I'd finally get to meet Emily and we'd be served dinner. We'd then just sit back on the couch for a few hours and watch a few movies or TV (I actually picked out a bunch of things she was in so we could at least talk about it), then she'd get picked up and taken home by the Limo and I'd get to spend the rest of the night in the suite.

I became more anxious as the limo took me through the city. I wasn't quite sure what to wear so I wore my best dress clothes. Even though it wasn't a real date I brought a flower with me (though perhaps bringing a lily was a little too cheesy, but I didn't have time to turn back now). I just sat back and waited to arrive at the hotel. I must have fallen asleep for a moment as I awoke with a little startle when I heard the door being open. "We've arrived sir," the limo driver said. I climbed out of the limo, grabbed my flower and was mobbed by several camera flashes.

A few cameramen and some people also in fancy suits came up to me. "You must be Daniel," the guy said. He went on to say how he was from Wishes for the Sick, and something about being glad to be able to provide this for me, blah, blah, blah. I have to admit, I wasn't really paying attention, I was a really just nervous at this point. Some smiling and nodding though, a little posing for the camera seemed to placate them though. Pretty soon I was being ushered to an elevator and upstairs. I was about to see if they were able to pull off the last little part of my request. If they couldn't, I wouldn't be worried but it'd be sweet if it happened.

We got out at one of the higher floors and started to proceed down the hall. She wasn't in sight yet, was she in the room already? My question was soon answered as the hotel room door was opened by one of the suits and there stood Emily, and they got the last part of my request. I always thought Emily looked the hottest when she was dressed up as Lola, an alter-ego on the show best described as an anime character come to life.

Emily couldn't be dressed hotter, especially since she was in one of my favorite Lola outfits: little purple heels, tight bright indigo pants that showed off her great legs, a white blouse with purple accents, red plaid jacket, green scarf and of course topped off by a shoulder length light shiny purple wig. Of course to top this off she wore a bright smile on her face as she came and gave me a hug.

"It's so nice to meet you Daniel."

She was hugging me, I was in heaven--Emily Osment was hugging me, and dressed as Lola. Already from her voice I could tell she was just as sweet in person as she seemed on TV. Pictures were also being taken while she was hugging me in greeting. She finally pulled back and we were asked to turn and face the camera, several more pictures being taken. I guess this is the price for something like this, publicity after all.

I'll have to admit, dinner was rather awkward. It wasn't like going out to a restaurant to grab a bite to eat, we were surrounded by camera people and the suits the entire time--it didn't really allow us a chance to talk at all. As dinner wore on I was starting to get a little disappointed, this was nothing like what I imagined it would be like. Only a few words were spoken by either of us, most of the talking being between the suits and the photographers.

After dinner started out the same way, we moved to the couch and they took staged pictures of us "talking." This lasted for about 20 minutes, more tuning out on my part, smiling, posing, looking like I was enjoying myself but I was getting bored out of my mind at this point. Finally after probably the three hundredth picture was taken Emily turned to them and said, "I thought this was supposed to be about me spending time with a sick kid, not all these pictures. Now shoo, and pick me up at 10:30."

Three hours, I was actually going to get three hours just to lazily hang out with Emily. Season 1 of Hannah Montana had been playing in the background for a bit now, it was apparently turned on when they started shooting pictures of us hanging out but in my boredom I hadn't noticed it. I just kinda concentrated on the screen while the suits and the photographers left. Once the hotel room door finally shut she got up and latched the door to prevent them from coming back.

"Finally," she said as she came back over and plopped onto the couch again, just sprawling out. Man, even as she just lays where she falls she's hot. "I'm sorry about that," she said while rolling her eyes. "I've never worked with them before, they're trying a little too hard to catch up with Make-A-Wish."

I laughed a little, it was nice to see her a lot more relaxed now. "Yeah," was all I could say in response, still just amazed that I was alone in a room with Lola--er Emily.

"So Daniel, may I ask what's wrong? They didn't really say, just that you were sick and your wish was to go on a date with me," she asked, starting to sit up.

I smiled a little--couldn't help it, she was showing interest. "Well," I started, "About three months ago, right before I turned eighteen I was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor. Doctors gave me nine months or so. Based on their projections I only have a few more weeks at best before it will reach a point that I'll be hospitalized permanently."

Emily opened her mouth in shock, and quickly slapped a hand up to cover it. I had to admit, this amused me greatly since I'd seen her do it so many times on TV, now here she was doing it in person. "Don't worry about it," I added hastily, "I've actually come to terms with it already."

It was another long moment before her hand came off her mouth. "I'm so sorry Daniel," she said. Now she started to look nervous and said, "Do you mind if I ask another question."

Another smile from me, "Of course Emily, ask anything."

"Well," she said, looking up and away for a moment in another adorable way, "I was wondering why when you could have asked to do anything you asked to hang out with me? I'm not that famous, I'm actually pretty normal. And won't your girlfriend get jealous?"

A laughed much more loudly this time and looked over to the TV, another one of the scenes she stole in Hannah Montana was on. I looked back to her and said, "Because I fell in love with you watching the show. I think you're a terrific actress and you just looked like someone who would be fun to be around." I'm sure I blushed as I also quickly said, "Plus I think you're totally hot." I reached up to scratch the back of my neck and said, "I also don't have a girlfriend, I've never had one."

"You've never had one? You seem nice though."

"Well," it was my turn to look away from her, "I've always been kind of a nerdy guy, so girls were never interested."

"Ah, high school," she said, "say no more." She smiled very genuinely at me. She went back to watching herself on TV for a moment before she finally turned back and looked at me more earnestly. "Wait, so you've never had a girlfriend?"

"No," I said to her. This was a lot more awkward for me to talk about then my own impending death was.

She now sat up a bit more, edging a little closer. "Is this your first date?"

"Yeah," I responded to her, feeling my cheeks burn a little bit in embarrassment.

"That is SO sweet," she said to me. "You could have done almost anything for your wish and you chose to go on a date, and chose me. That's adorable." She blushed a little and bit her lower lip, looking up at the ceiling as if she was thinking.

This was a bit weird, I didn't really know what to say, but even as she sat there it was still so hot to me, I couldn't have wished for anything more.

"Close your eyes," she barked at me. I don't think I followed through fast enough due to utter shock and she said, "Close your eyes," a little more kindly.

I closed my eyes wondering what she had in mind. I heard shuffling on the couch and waited, the actress was up to something but--"OH MY GAWD" I thought suddenly, I felt something soft touch my lips and I realized that Emily was giving me a kiss. I didn't move, completely frozen from shock. After what felt like a very good eternity she withdrew and I opened my eyes. As I pressed my lips together and looked at her as she stood over me, I noticed that she was wearing strawberry lip gloss. I also noticed that she had taken off the plaid jacket and green scarf, only in the white blouse now, I'm sure it was more comfortable for her. She had also taken off the purple wig, her long blonde hair looking absolutely luxurious without the wig covering it.

"There, now you can't say that you haven't had something special happen to you," she said as she sat down next to me. "I also hope you don't mind I lost the jacket, it's rather warm in here."

There was no complaint here, it just made it easier to look at Emily's body. Instead of sitting on the opposite side of the couch she was next to me now. We didn't talk for the next little while, instead watching two more episodes of Hannah Montana.

It was about 9 o'clock when she grabbed the remote and hit pause on the DVD. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said. I was rather confused by her behavior--what was she going for now? "Alright Daniel, I know all the guys see me and like my body, I'm not an idiot."

I just stared at her, I didn't really know what to respond, especially since it was more of a statement then a question. She finally got to the question and said, "Which would you rather see, my tits or my ass?"

I was speechless, feeling my jaw fall open and she laughed. When I finally regained my composure I shook my head at her. "Emily, I didn't ask for this wish cause I hoped to see you naked, I just thought it would be nice to spend a few hours hanging out with you." I got up off the couch and she watched me, I went to where I left the flower I hadn't had the chance to give her and grabbed it. I brought it back and said, "I don't want you to think that's all I'm hoping for, I just think you're a really cool chick." I handed her the lily.

She smiled with what looked like genuine affection toward me. I just said, "I hope you don't think it's silly that I got you a lily, it just seemed kind of fitting Emily."

I sat back down and grabbed the remote, hitting play. What can I say, I was being genuine, just being here with Emily was great, even if all we were doing was watching TV. I glanced over at her occasionally and she still looked as though she were trying to think. She had her arms and legs crossed very tightly, I worried that it would take her a while to untangle.

The current episode ended and she again grabbed the remote and stopped the show. "You know, I know you respect me way too much to take advantage of my trying to do something nice for you, but I wonder..."

"Wonder what," I asked, an eyebrow raised at her.

She came closer and whispered in my ear, "What about Lola?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well," she said, and out of the corner of my eye I could see the starlet was smiling. "Since you're a fan, you know that Lola can be very forceful in her personality right?"

"Um, yeah," was all I could muster, trying to figure out if she was going where I thought she was.

She got up off the couch for a moment and grabbed her wig, moving to a mirror to put it back on and straighten it out properly. "Well, Lola here has decided that since you don't have too many good nights left anyway, she wants to make sure this date is amazing. Now I'm not promising anything here, but just let Lola take charge, okay?"

At the okay she turned her head a little bit and smiled widely, doing a Cheshire Cat impression. I gulped and could not believe it. "Okay," was my response--what else do you say to Lola Luftnagle anyway?

"Okay then," she replied, her voice rather chipper. "First things first, can you help me move the couch?"

I was confused again but got up and joined her on the side of the couch and she counted to three and we pushed. Being that she was still in heels she slipped, but I managed to reach out to keep her from falling too hard onto the floor.

"Okay, so I didn't stick that landing," she said with a laugh that was joined in by me--it was a modified Lilly quote. She slipped off her heels and once again we pushed the couch, moving it out of the way this time. We took the oversized fluffy recliner that was sitting in one corner of the suite and moved it in front of the TV. She threw me the remote and told me to sit down in the chair--who was I to refuse at this point?

I reached down to my arm to check my pulse, for this surely had to be a dream. Emily stood between the TV and me and reached down to the bottom of the white blouse. I couldn't believe it when she actually started to pull it up, revealing her stomach. Being such a big fan I'd be lying if I said I hadn't seen some of the bikini pictures of her that had been posted, but they were nothing compared to this. Her stomach wasn't perfectly flat and sculpted, just that nice little layer of babyfat that you'd expect on a nineteen-year-old girl. I just stared at her as more of her midriff was exposed, and higher and higher the shirt went until a different color, blue came into view. I was seeing Emily Osment's bra and it was blue, and a bit bigger than I thought getting the chance to see this in person. Soon the blouse was up and over her head--I missed that part. I also missed that she stopped for a moment and was just smiling.

"Kid in a candy shop," she said with a little bit of a laugh, drawing my attention. She reached down to her pants and turned around--I was going to get to see her best feature in the flesh. I heard the zipper go down and Emily moved her hands around to the sides of her pants to start pulling them down. I could tell they were tight as she really had to wiggle to get it started. More blue, matching panties, thong panties even as it quickly became apparent. It took her a moment--she had said some of the Lola pants were really tight in interviews but now I was seeing it in person--but finally she got the pants loose and down enough that her ass came into view, and it was glorious. Soft looking, and very, very tight, nothing being missed thanks to the thong. She continued to wiggle her ass in front of me as she slid the pants down her legs and eventually managed to step out of them.

"So everyone talks about my ass, any comments now that you have the chance?"

I was speechless, all I could say to her was, "Wow!"

"Very descriptive," she dead panned. I looked back up, afraid she was upset but she started to laugh once my eyes met hers. She turned around and said, "Well, Lola doesn't feel comfortable removing her panties, but," and she reached back behind her, unhooking the clasps to her bra. Once it came loose she brought her hands around and slid the straps down her arms and off, holding the bra in place for a moment before finally slowly lowering it, teasing me as more of her breasts came into view.

"Oh what the heck," she finally said and tossed the bra over to the couch. Her c-cup tits were great, a perfect handful topped with perfect light pink areolae and light pink nipples. Her best feature was still definitely that perfect apple-bottom ass of hers, but her breasts were simply breathtaking as well. She shook her head and laughed, "I see you like Lola."

I could only nod as she approached me, her perfect breasts jiggling a little with each step until she reached the chair and turned around, her ass only feet from my face. She reached her hands back as she crawled on top of me into the chair, sitting in my lap. As stunned as I was before, I didn't expect to have Emily sitting in my lap in only a thong and a wig.

"Well, recline the chair some and hit play," she ordered. I obeyed and we leaned back a little. Once I hit play on the remove Emily grabbed my hands and placed them on her stomach, having me wrap my arms around her and she kept her hands on top of mine. 

Suffice it to say, having a naked girl, let alone a somewhat famous and very hot one sitting in my lap had me more aroused then I'd ever been in my life. I said nothing and she said nothing as she just sat there in my lap practically naked. Several minutes into the next episode she leaned her head back and said softly, "You can hold them if you want."

I honestly don't think my hands have ever moved so fast in all my life. Of course I was going to hold her tits if she let me. As my hands softly wrapped around her soft fleshy orbs she laughed and said, "I was talking about my hands but this works too." 

I was absolutely mortified and quickly removed my hands from her breasts. An even louder laugh came from the actress/singer/songwriter and she shook her hands, grabbing mine and pushing them back onto her breasts. "I was kidding. Do be gentle though, they're breasts, not udders."

A naked celebrity that could joke about fans groping her? What was there not to love about this girl. But I did at least do as she asked, and held her breasts very gently, feeling how they were both soft and firm at the same time. My fingers grazed over her nipples, which I felt harden in my hands.

"Well, I see I'm joining you in standing at attention," she said with a laugh, the TV show forgotten in all this. I probably blushed a little if the burning in my cheeks was any indication, I was actually concentrating so hard on just the feeling of having Emily sitting on me and letting me grope her that the fact that I had been rock hard since the kiss came back to me only with her mentioning something.

I glanced over at the clock, it was nearing 10 by this point in time, she wouldn't have much longer. I just simply said, "sorry."

"Phbbbt" was her response. "I've known guys to get hard just from showing cleavage or bending over, I went to high school too you know." She shook her head a little and said, "I'd be worried if you weren't right now, although it is a bit uncomfortable." 

She reached a hand down and pulled on the lever, returning the recliner to an upright position. She quickly disentangled my hands from her breasts and stood up. I was disappointed, I couldn't imagine what I'd done wrong. She turned around to face me once again and leaned in and once more pressed her lips to mine, a much longer kiss this time. She pressed her body into mine as the kiss continued, starting to open and close her mouth, guiding me to do the same.




My Date with Emily



Considering my first basic kiss from a girl was just a little bit earlier, I wasn't very good at this, but she was trying to move me along quickly. I started following her lead in regard to the kiss and before I knew it I felt her tongue dart past my lips. I hesitated but moved my tongue forward a little in my mouth and they met. I can't say what it was like for Emily, she's obviously done this before but that moment was just electric for me, like a spark in my mouth. This make out session continued for a moment until she broke it and smiled.

"French kissing, that's first base. You've already been grabbing my boobs so that's second base, but just for good measure..."

She climbed up into my lap, forward this time and leaned to bring her breasts inches from my face. "Alright, we'll start with the right one. Put your lips around the pink part, suck a little and flick your tongue around my nipple."

Never in my life had I imagined a girl being so aggressive, but I was liking it. Emily twisted her torso so her right breast was in front of my mouth and I licked my lips so they wouldn't be dry. Strawberry again, from her lip gloss. I leaned forward just enough and started to suckle on her right breast, my tongue reaching out until it felt the nub that was her nipple and I started to lick it like a tootsie pop. I wasn't quite sure if it was right but I closed my eyes and did it. My ministrations must have been having some effect, or at least the actress was humoring me because I thought I heard a small moan escape from her mouth after about 30 seconds. I have no idea how long I suckled on her right breast before she twisted her torso back and pulled it away. Her areola was glistening with my saliva and her nipple looked way harder than the other one.

"Very good, now for the left, however this time, ever so gently I want you to nibble on my nipple with your teeth."

There was a quick "not that hard, there you go," from her as I started to nibble on her left nipple--my excitement had apparently gotten me ahead of myself to start. "Flick your tongue along it too," she commanded, so I continued to nibble with my tongue getting in on the action as well, and this time there was a definite moan from Emily. Based on the increased moans I figured I spent more time with her left nipple than her right as she finally pulled back, both of them rock hard now.

She stepped back off of me and said, "Alright Daniel, here's the deal, I'm not going to have sex with you." This didn't phase me at all, the fact that she'd let me get to second base with her was pretty amazing by itself, and even if I wasn't facing my own death in half a year I'd remember this experience for a lifetime.

"However, I don't think it's fair that I got you all worked up," and at this point she was saying this while looking down at my dress pants, which were straining unlike how I'd ever seen them. "So You've been to first base, and second base, I think we'll call you safe on third before this is all over."

She got back near the chair and dropped to her knees, and once again I pinched myself, cause this clearly had to be a drug induced dream--but no, the pinch hurt. She reached down and finally pulled the thong down her thighs, lifting each knee as she needed to in order to slip it past. "I'm still not going to let you see my pussy, but I'll give you a clear view of my ass. Plus, I want you to have these to remember." And she took the blue thong panties and stuffed them in my pants pocket.

Okay, I'll admit like any guy, while I may not have come to the hotel room tonight expecting this, I sure as hell dreamed something like this could happen, so I jacked-off a lot this morning, like I did every morning. As Emily undid the button on my dress pants and unzipped the fly, I only hoped that I could have some stamina and not cum immediately. I was counting on the fact that I was a loser with girls who had to resort to viewing porn to get off to keep me in the game longer.

She pulled my cock out from my boxers, it was the first time a girl had touched me of course. She looked up at me, smiled, and then bent her head down and started to take it in her mouth--and then it happened. Emily barely had my cockhead in her mouth when I popped. I let out a grunt of pleasure but mostly felt embarrassed. I just leaned my head back and felt my cheeks burn bright red as Emily's mouth remained on my cock.

When my orgasm subsided she looked up and said, "Okay, that was a bit quicker than I expected, although I probably deserved that considering how quickly I've progressed things from you being untouched to getting head." I looked at her and noticed she was looking up at me while she talked. Her hand still held the base of my now-softening cock before I realized that my celebrity crush just swallowed my cum.

"Tell you what, that's not really deserving, so I'm gonna wait till I get you to cum from a proper blowjob," she said, and all of a sudden her mouth was back down on my cock.

My eyes bulged, for the first moment it actually kinda hurt to have her tongue on the head of my cock, but that quickly subsided. Since I was much smaller soft (obviously) Emily took my whole cock in her mouth and started humming and licking. Even though my cock was resisting only because it recently came, I couldn't deny that the girl had skill--well, maybe she didn't, I wouldn't really know, but it felt amazing. Strike that, it felt a-MAZE-ing!

Emily didn't try to look up at me as she tried to bring my cock back to life, she just kept her face buried in my groin working hard at it. All the licking and the humming, and even the faintest rubbing of one bit of it with her teeth finally started to have an effect, and I felt myself hardening. Emily noticed this too as she started to back her mouth off my cock, instead once again taking the base of it in her hand. Once I got back to my normal hardness (I was average so nothing too impressive), she really got to work.

This time she looked at me and said, "Just watch." She started with flicking the head of my cock with her tongue--it felt so different compared to having the middle of her tongue swirling around it. And there was something to be said for her flicking at it while staring into my eyes. She looked down to my cock and wrapped her lips around the head and started going down, only an inch past my head though before she pulled back. Once she had several strokes of this she looked back up into my eyes, watching me watch her.

Knowing I'd never make love to a woman properly, this was definitely the defining moment of the best parts of my life. Emily continued her pattern of pulling off to lick with her tongue and move back into bobbing her head up and down all while looking up at me. For what it was worth, Emily was making love to me with her mouth, and my body tingled in pleasure like it never had before.

As I started to tense up, getting closer Emily doubled down on the whole going down, taking me deeper into her mouth. Finally there was no way I could take much more of Emily's ministrations and I looked down at her, past the bobbing purple hair into a view of her ass that few if any had gotten to see and I once again exploded. I had no idea how much cum was coming out at this point, but I didn't care. Emily, bless her, dutifully waited until I was done before once again removing her mouth from my cock and turning away to grab her pants from the floor. She stood up, using the pants to cover herself until she could put them on and she smiled as she looked at me, completely spent in the chair.

"Third base, but the night's about over."

I looked over at the clock, she was right. She went into the next room real quick, giving me a view of her bare ass while walking away this time and came out with her pants on, sans the panties in my pocket. I realized I was being rude still hanging out and tucked myself away. She grabbed her white shirt and put it on without the blue bra as well, handing that to me and saying, "Gotta have the two piece bonus," with a wink.

I laughed as Emily made a gamer joke. Definitely much cooler than I ever thought she could be (which is saying something). She put the plaid jacket and the scarf back on, "See, no one will notice a thing."

We put her underwear in my actual room I was sleeping in for the night, hidden in the overnight bag I brought. When my cell phone fell out she grabbed it and called a number, her own cell phone in the purse she had by the door (that I hadn't noticed till now) started ringing.

"Now listen, I'm gonna add you to my phone list, and now you have my number. When you do finally land in the hospital I want you to text me, and I'll come visit," she told me before heading back out to slip her heels back on. Standing once again how she did when I first met her a few hours earlier, she smiled and pulled me in for a hug.

"Bye Daniel," she said before kissing my forehead, "I hope this night was everything you hoped for."

And with that Emily Osment grabbed her purse, opened the door and walked out of my suite. Oh man, was it everything I hoped for and more.



My Date with Heidi



We pulled into my driveway, coming to a stop at the garage door. Heidi was less nervous about this part of our date as I was. My mind was racing with sexual thoughts. You see, our dinner and a movie date was cut short by a power outage at the theater. I suggested we just catch something on pay-per-view.

Let me give you a little background on her. Heidi was not the gorgeous girl that every man in the world chased. However, she was pretty enough to catch your eye. She didn't have the knockout body that attracted the masses. Again, she was just enough to get your attention. She stood 5 foot 7, her straight blond hair hung to her shoulder blades. She had a little extra weight to her, but far from being considered fat.

As we walked to the door, she moved with a sexy swagger about her. She never thought of herself as beautiful, but I did. Her innocent confidence drove me crazy with attraction. I've known her for 6 years, we shared high school and college classes and lived in the same town. We knew everything about each other.

Almost everything...as we were about to find out.

The front door closed behind me as we walked into my living room. Heidi tossed her little purse onto the couch and plopped down.

"Want a drink?" I called out from the kitchen, swinging a bottle of rum.

Her cute grin peeked up, "sure...I'm off tomorrow, why not."

The glasses clanged in my hand as I put them on the counter. As I mixed our drinks, the pay-per-view channel's noise filled the air. I saw her browse through several categories while I waited for the fizz of our drinks to settle before topping them off. 

"Rum and Coke..." I said handing her a glass.

She sipped and scrunched her face, "holy cow," was all she mustered as she traded our drinks. "You're crazy," she chuckled after sampling mine. 

"You like that?" I laughed as she traded back. I had made mine stronger than hers.

"How about a comedy," she asked after another sip, "or an action flick."

I made her pick, I didn't care what we watched. I was sitting two feet from a girl I had dreams about for years. I wasn't in love, but it would have only taken minimal effort on her part to make me fall...and here we are drinking together and on a date. 

After she picked, I shut the lights off. The tv was the only illumination the room got. As the previews rolled, she touched my hand and knee, laughing and pointing out the other movies she wanted to see. Flirtatiously, I might add. 

Halfway during the movie, she wanted me to make her another drink. I refilled our glasses and rejoined her on the couch. The rum was working its magic, as she cuddled beside me once I settled. She looked so cute with her head perched on my shoulder.

After the movie ended, we talked about the film. Trading our receptions and thoughts on a sequel. We playfully laughed and argued our points but ultimately laughed more.

She shuffled in her spot and laid her head in my lap, looking up at me with a smile. The back of her head was dangerously close to feeling any arousal I'd get. I knew I had to control myself or that would be embarrassing. She upped the ante by draping my arm over her soft stomach, my hand coming to rest just a couple inches from her ample chest.

I looked down at her face as she was relaxed in thought, staring at the roof. I took in the view: her sweet half grin, her scattered hair across my lap, the way the round tops of her breasts swayed just above the cut of her shirt as she gently shuffled her feet. At that moment, no finer beauty existed.

"What?" she chuckled with a smile up at me.

"Hmm?" I stammered, as if I'd been snapped out of a trance.

"You're drunk!" she mused as she sat up, turned partially to me.

"No I'm not!"

"Yes," she laughed. "You totally are!"

"Tipsy maybe..." I joked.

"Tipsy nothing!" she snickered grabbing a pillow and lightly clubbing me with it.

"Oh its like that, is it..." I grabbed a pillow and playfully clubbed her harder than she hit me.

We slung our shots for a few. Fuzz flew as I tackled her down to the couch. Kneeling over her and placing my pillow over her midsection, I raised my arms in victory. She had other plans, and her pillow connected with my stomach with a thud. Playing along, I rolled off and she followed. She quickly overcame me and before I could react, had straddled my stomach. She raised her arms in victory like I had. 

My view was dominated by her beauty. Her big D's stuck out like mountains, and her shirt raised just enough to see her belly button...which I promptly tickled. Her collapse onto my chest brought us face to face. There was that sensual moment as we looked into each others eyes. Interrupted by me swinging us back around to me on top.

She gazed at me with a submissive, bit-lipped smile, beckoning for my next move. I gently brought her arms up past her head. For that moment, she was completely in my control. Leaning in close, my lips grazed her nose. We felt each others breath, intoxicated with the moment. I kissed her.

I was in the dominant position, so I struck. She met me 100%. Our lips passionately wrestled each other, she was a great kisser. When our kissing slowed, I leaned up and noticed her pill sized nipples were poking hard through her shirt.

"Well look here..." I laughed dragging my fingers gently along them. She sighed her approval as she closed her eyes in pleasure.

"Kiss me again," she demanded.

I obliged her, while lightly cupping her 36D's. She moaned softly thru our kiss while my thumbs stimulated her stiff nipples. I broke our kiss to bury my face in between her tits, I squeezed and wrapped my head with them. They were so soft and inviting, her moaning indicated how much she liked it too.

"Wait," she softly pushed me up, "I'll be right back." She stood and scampered off towards the bathroom. I walked over and sat on the couch, my raging hard-on tented my loose shorts. No way could I hide it. My mind began to ponder her escape. Did she not want to continue? Did the alcohol begin to win? Before I could continue, she ran back in the room with a big smile. She seemed to glide along the floor, her chest bounced as she leaped into my lap.

We both tumbled to the floor, resting face to face beside each other. I kissed her again. Reaching up, I surrounded her breasts with my hands. What a cool chick! She must have gone into the bathroom to remove her bra. Her delicious melons were clad only in her thin, fuzzy shirt. Awesome!

I intertwined our legs and pulled her in close. She reacted to being stabbed by my clothed manhood with a giggle. Breaking our kiss, she looked down at my tent. I didn't care, I wanted her so bad right now, she could have all she wanted.

"Well look HERE!" she grinned, wrapping her hand around it. We continued our lip battle fondling each other for a few minutes. The sexual tension was reaching a boiling point. Without breaking our lip-lock, I sat us both up. My hands instinctively went under her shirt. They were soft, big and soft. Her breasts held their shape well, no sagging, but soft and saucy like putty in my hands.

She pushed me back down to the floor, keeping herself sitting. Her hair was frazzled and spread from our wrestling as she lifted her shirt up and off. Her arms came to rest slightly behind her, propping herself as she leaned back. The view she gave me was magnificent! She knew exactly how to look sexy as hell. With her shoulders perched back, her breasts were large, perfectly round orbs of flesh...complimented by small oval shaped areola. 

She swung her hair around behind leaning her head back, begging me to worship her like a sexual goddess. I didn't disappoint her. I leaned up and again buried my face. My hands caressed them with love and care, briefly sucking and licking her nipples.

She answered my sexual aggression by grinding against my tented shorts. I could feel her warmth against my groin and it was doing wonders for my erection. I had to have her...now. 

"Lay back..." she whispered softly to my ear.

My back came to rest on the floor while she moved herself to my thighs. Her fingertips dug under the waistband of my shorts, pulling them low. My dick was hard, the outline was imprinted into my boxer-briefs...pulling the elastic up from my skin.

"Oh wow, you are really excited!" she chuckled digging her fingers under the elastic band and pulling me to freedom. The elastic band snapped into my upper thighs unexpectedly, I looked up at her to see a surprised look. Heidi was knelt over me with big eyes, one hand on my thigh and the other covering her mouth.

"What?" I asked.

"Holy...crawl!" she gasped, "your big!"

I snickered in relief. I thought I did something embarrassing. 

"Don't laugh at me!" she cooed. She wrapped her hand around and gently stroked it. Her thumb and index barely met around my girth. "How big is it?" she asked with a big grin.

"Eight inches" I answered.

"Its like, a banana!" she pushed her hand down to the base, leaving half of it exposed. "Good gravy, look at this thing!"

I peered down to try to see it in her eyes. Her hand barely covered half the length, my girth kept her hand from closing around it as she yanked it. "Do you like it?"

"What's not to like?" she kids.

I was still in awe of her upper body. Her hair was lightly draped in front of her right shoulder, her breasts bounced with her hand movements, and her sexy eyes were fixated on her new toy.

She climbed off me to the side, laying her head on my stomach. Never letting go of in, I could see my head sway in and out of view as she stroked it. Then she stood and wiggled her way out of her tight jeans. Her panties did little to hide her round ass as she kicked her pants to the side.

I sat back on the couch watching her undress. I lightly stroked on my curved erection, making sure she could see how impressed I was with her. She smoothly crawled in my lap as she slid off her panties in one quick motion. Her legs and arms wrapped around me. I pulled her in close for another kiss, pinning my stiff pole between our stomachs. She did her best to move her hand up and down between us, but I knew what she wanted.

"You ready?" I asked her.

"Hope so," she responded lifting herself off my lap. She reached a finger into herself and lubed up, then back in, coating the head of my dick with her fingers. She spread her lips, and lowered down onto me slowly. A moan escaped her as inch by inch she accepted my shaft inside. The lower she went, the longer it took her to let more in, plus the moans got sexier. 

I made a gentle thrust upward and she froze with a sharp inhale. I pulled down on her legs and she shuttered. She already had 6 inches inside her, but she was still adjusting to the width. Her eyes were closed, a look of sheer pleasure was on her face. I continued small thrusts up, trying to get all the way inside. I felt her tighten and release, and a wave of warmth flooded my crotch. She spasm and moaned in orgasm as her love took the rest of me in. Her voice was like an angel singing pleasure to the heavens, her orgasm lasted a good 15 seconds.

Opening her eyes, she rocked back and forth with me still inside her. She stared at me with raging lust in her eyes. Without a word, I lowered our joined bodies to the floor. Resting her gently on her back. A small slurp escaped as I withdrew from her moist pussy.

"No," she whined trying to pull me back in.

I leaned in and lightly kissed her puckered lips to soothe her. Still drunk with orgasmic passion she held me tight to her. Her legs were wide open as an invitation for more. I wanted to fuck her hard and fast, I'm pretty sure she wanted that too. But I also wanted to make love to her. To give her solid, earth shaking orgasms that would rock her world.

When I pulled away, she looked up at me with pouty lips and the cutest begging face. How could I resist her? Plus she was circling her clit with her finger and tugging on me with her other hand. Enough holding back, I decided. If she wanted to be fucked so hard, then I'm going to give it to her.

I slid back inside her with little resistance. Her pussy was wet and ready for me. She caressed her tits and twisted her nipples as we resumed. Her breaths got deeper as my dick did the same. We rocked in unison as I filled her up with each slow, full thrust. This time she was accepting most of my length, and vocalizing her approval. 

"It's so deep," she whined out during my thrusts, licking her lips. "Oh shit..."

Our pace was somewhat slow, but she was loving every bit of it, and so was I. It was so encouraging watching and hearing her enjoy my penis. In just a couple of minutes, she moaned out that she was going to orgasm again. When I saw her orgasm take her, I quickened my pace and began fucking her hard. She responded in kind with loud squeals of delight, her body thrashed to my assault...her face read nothing but overwhelming pleasure.

Her orgasm concluded and I pulled out. She continued to massage her big breasts and tease her nipples. She was on cloud nine and I loved getting her there. When she sat up, she looked straight at my dick hungrily. "Get up on the couch," she sexually commanded, "its your turn."

I obeyed. I sat with my manhood reaching for the sky. She mounted me and smothered my face with her soft globes. She wildly rode my dick, bouncing up and down on it. I could feel her insides teasing every inch of me. Her chest jiggled and swung with every hop. She began to get lost in her quest, radically mauling my length with her pussy. Suddenly she stopped and succumbed to another orgasm. It washed over her with a slight shake. 

"Holy fuck, oh god!" she shouted as she came. 

I lifted her off me and began jerking myself. She quickly took over, sucking what she could fit in her mouth and pumping the rest. She was very talented with her lips. Every downward motion with her lips could have pushed me over the edge. My vocal approval seemed to build her confidence even more. She looked up at me, begging me to cum. 

My orgasm was building fast as she worshiped my dick in thanks for all the pleasure it gave her. Her hand quickly pumped the top 5 inches of it, the point of no return was imminent...and she wanted it more and more with every second.

She climbed up into reverse cowgirl position, but sat on my stomach instead. Jacking me off furiously, I gave in. Streams of cum soaked down her tits, and stomach. She kept slamming my dick with her hand as I shot. Four good streams wet her down, then she swung around and sucked me dry. Her lips felt insane as she sucked. She was in love with my parts as I was with hers.

We both relaxed as she sucked until I was soft. Even flacid, it was still a good 5 inches. She stood to show off her cum covered tits to me, squeezing and massaging them for my enjoyment.

"Wow..." was all I could muster after such an intense orgasm.

"I love this dick," she said while moving around my soft member. "I want more of this..."

"Oh you'll get plenty more," I mused.

"I better!" she replied, "I didn't cover myself with your cum to be a one night stand!"

"You know I've liked you for a while now. I've had many dreams of fucking the hell out of you..." I told her.

"Really...how come I never knew this?"

"Well that would seem pretty creepy, don't you think?"

"No, I meant this," she pointed at my waist. "That's a big dick! How have we been friends for this many years and I didn't hear about this?"

She fondled my defeated warrior while I tried to cook up an answer. 

"That would be creepy to I'd think. Hi, I just wanted you to know that my penis is 8 inches long." I joked.

She just laughed and invited me to follow her to the shower. After warming the water, she went in first as I gathered some towels. When I joined her, I was greeted by the sight of her glistening body under the running water. She washed her hair under the hot water as the steam made the environment more sensual. Her body was perfect to me. Her tummy wasn't flat and her legs weren't bone thin.

With a sly smile, she handed me her soapy loofa and requested that I help her wash herself. I gladly accepted and soaped my hands up. Dropping the loofa to the floor, I massaged her soft breasts as she chuckled at me.

"Like that wasn't what you were going for..." I smirked.

"...no it was." she replied.

Her big tits felt so loose and slick in my hands. I loved every second. Then she reversed roles and washed me. I pulled her close and kissed her gently, the running water splashed our shoulders.

We dried off and settled into my bed. She snuggled into the blankets wearing nothing but a smile. Her legs intertwined with mine as our new love was born. I knew she always had my eye, but it was that night that sealed our love for each other.

"Guess I better get used to crashing here, eh?" she laughed.

"Only if you want more of this," I moved her hand onto my growing shaft.

"I definitely want more of this," she agreed by sliding her hand across my length.

We both slept wonderfully. She's the one for me.

...and damn could she fuck.



My Date with Lorrie



My first job after college was at a small Greek restaurant called Pirro's on the north end of my old hometown. I would have preferred to have been doing something a little more exciting than waiting tables, obviously, but the economy was tough that year and I hadn't been able to find any jobs after graduation. So I was forced to move home, and for about six months I lived in my parents' basement and worked at the restaurant.

It was kind of an interesting working situation in that I was the only guy who worked as a server. All of the others were women. And while that might sound good in theory – it did to me. I'd been kind of a shy guy and had never had a girlfriend at that point – working with all women is a little different in practice. At least for me it was. The girls used to tease me all the time, and talk about sex and boys right in front of me. They used to love making me blush and laughing at me. After a few weeks I pretty much resigned myself to not having a shot with any of them. Oh well, I thought. What else could I expect?

There was one girl, though, with whom I was convinced I had a chance. Her name was Lorrie, and even though she would tease me just as much as some of the other girls – in fact, she was probably one of the worst at times – she also really seemed to be interested in talking to me. We began to take a lot of our meals together between shifts. I talked a little bit, about school or my family or the jobs I was applying to. But mostly I just listened. I think she liked having a confidante, and I liked hanging around a beautiful young woman. I learned that she was a little older than me at twenty-five, and that she had an associate's degree in communications, but what she really wanted to do was go back to school and study marketing. Her family had split up when she was young and she didn't talk to her dad much anymore. She was dating an auto-mechanic who sounded more and more like a jerk the more I heard about him. She constantly complained about the things he did, like missed dates and unreturned phone calls. Some days she seemed on the verge of tears about him and on the verge of a breakup, but then the next day she'd be talking about how in love they were. It was confusing to me.

It seems a little foolish in retrospect, but the more time we spent together the more I thought Lorrie and I could be together. She had to break up with her boyfriend eventually, right? The guy seemed like a total asshole. And she seemed to like flirting with me, telling me I had pretty hair or nice blue eyes sometimes. Her long legs and platinum blond hair began to haunt my dreams. She surprised me once by hugging me tightly after one of our meals together. I could feel her large breasts pushing into my chest and her bra strap on her back. 

"Thank you for being such a good friend," she said, and then actually kissed me on the cheek! I felt lightheaded and aroused for the whole rest of my shift, and completely forgot to put in a dinner order. The manager gave me hell, but I didn't care. Lorrie liked me! She had actually kissed me! It was one of the first times that had ever happened.

Later that same week Lorrie asked me if I would go shopping with her the following morning. She needed some help picking something out. I said yes so fast she looked a little taken aback. 

"Wow," she said, "That's great. I mean most guys— Well, I'm glad you're coming. I think it will be good to have a guy's perspective. Can I pick you up at ten?"

"Definitely!" I said.

The other waitresses learned about our shopping excursion somehow and teased me throughout the night. I think they knew what a crush I had on Lorrie. "Ready for your date, Aidan?" they'd ask and giggle. I ignored them. Honestly I was thrilled that they were calling it a date – maybe that meant Lorrie had, too?

I could hardly sleep after work that night I was so excited, and the next morning I was up early to shower and shave and put on one of my nicest outfits. My parents asked what the occasion was and I told them about the "date." My dad said something about it being a little early for that, but they didn't say anything else. I was out on the curb waiting at 9:55. And I waited. And waited. Thirty minutes later I got a text from Lorrie. 'sry. running late. b there in 15.'

I stayed outside in case she showed up sooner. My mom poked her head out the door and asked if everything was all right. 

"Yeah, Lorrie's just running a little late," I said. 

Mom gave me a funny look and went back inside. Another thirty minutes passed and Lorrie pulled up in her green Corolla. She looked tired and was dressed in sweats and Ugg boots. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and her eyes were covered with oversized sunglasses. She made no mention of being late but just said, "Man, I am SO hung over right now!" and laughed. 

I felt a little disappointed. She didn't seem particularly dressed-up or "date-like," but she still looked good to me and she seemed willing to talk. I held out hope. "You went out last night?" I asked.

"Yeah, just with some of the girls from work. Ashley says hi. You should have come!"

For some reason I was embarrassed to say that I hadn't been invited. "Oh, I was a little tired last night,' I said. 

Lorrie shrugged. "And then Travis and I were up late having a big argument... Anyway, we're going to head over the big mall in Preston, is that all right?"

I nodded, secretly thrilled at the first part of what she had said. There must have been a reason she was telling me she had had a big argument with her boyfriend. 

"This is going to be so much fun," she said. "Some of the girls and I were talking and we think you'll be great for this."

We made small talk the rest of the way over to the mall. Once we were at the mall I realized that she had never told me what it was we would be shopping for, so I asked her. 

"Didn't I tell you?" she said. She started to laugh a little bit. "Sorry, I guess I didn't. I need to buy some new underwear. I thought it would be good to have you there to help me pick them out. Is that Ok? Aidan?"

I hardly heard the last part of what she said. In one car ride she had said she'd had a fight with her boyfriend and that she was taking me lingerie shopping. This had to be my big shot.

"And plus," Lorrie said, continuing with a playful smile, "if you play your cards right, you just might get to see me try some of it on. How does that sound?"

I felt like the floor had tipped sideways. I think my jaw fell down to about my navel. Lorrie laughed. 

"I thought you might like that," she said. "But I'm not making any promises...yet. Like I said, you'll have to play your cards right. Think you're up for it?"

As we walked through the mall I began to get really nervous. What if I messed this up? How was a guy supposed to act when he went underwear shopping with a girl? Cool, right? Or excited and into it? I wished I had more experience with girls. I just kept telling myself to stay calm. 

Lorrie led me through the crowds and past the big department stores. Lorrie looked great from behind, even in rumpled sweat pants. We walked towards the big pink-lit sign of the Victoria's Secret in the corner of the mall and I froze up a little bit outside the entrance. Inside I could see a crowd of women milling around scantily-clad mannequin and racks and racks of colorful lingerie. None of them seemed to realize what a momentous occasion it was. This was a store I usually hesitated to even walk by, much less enter, and now I would be shopping in it with the most beautiful girl I knew. Lorrie noticed that I had stopped and laughed. "Come on, Silly," she said, and grabbed my hand and pulled me inside.

It was just one step from outside the store to inside the store, but I felt like I had entered another world. My head filled with the smells of perfumes and body lotions. There was so much pink everywhere – pink banners, pinks signs, pink bras and panties. Artistic photos of nearly naked women adorned the walls. I turned and almost collided with an armless mannequin dressed in a see-through babydoll. It was hard to focus and follow Lorrie amidst all that sexy stimulii, but she held on to my hand and led me like a little child all the way to the back of the store. I was in a complete daze the whole way. There she met a pretty dark-haired salesgirl that she knew.

"Sarah!' Lorrie said, and hugged her. They spent a few moments greeting each other while I hovered a few steps behind. I've never really been sure what to do in those kinds of awkward social situations. Eventually Sarah looked up an noticed me. 

"Is that--?" she asked, looking at Lorrie. 

"Oh, no," Lorrie said, looking briefly back at me. "That's Aidan, from work. I've told you about him, remember?"

Sarah seemed to smirk. "Ha-ha, Aidan. That's right. Nice to finally meet you. I'm Sarah, Lorrie's roommate. I've heard all about you."

I wasn't sure what to make of that exchange. So Lorrie had been talking about me with her friends. That had to be a good thing, right?. But why had Sarah made that strange face?

"So what can we do for you today, miss? The usual?" Sarah asked in a sarcastically professional voice. 

Lorrie laughed. "Something like that. I need something really awesome for tonight."

"What's the occasion?" 

Lorrie looked back at me again before answering Sarah. "I told you before, remember? Let's just say I want to go all out." 

Sarah smiled again, mischeivously. I started to feel like they were putting on show for me for some reason. "Hmmm, I think we can probably find something that will work. Come on, let's take a look."

The girls began to make their way around the store, stopping to talk at just about every large display. Apparently, different set-ups featured different "lines" of lingerie with their own names and selling points, but I couldn't really tell the difference, other than the fact that the underwear kept getting lacier and skimpier, and that I kept getting more excited. Lorrie made me carry her purse to free her hands up as she walked and picked things up, as well as a large mesh bag that Victoria's Secret gives to its customers to hold lingerie in while they shop. As we walked around, the bag began to fill up quickly. I felt a little silly carrying a purse and a bag of underwear, but I was also glad to be carrying something that I could hold in front of me for, well, the obvious reasons.

Lorrie and Sarah seemed to be having a lot of fun shopping together. They laughed and giggled in their high-pitched, feminine voices and the sound was like candy to my ears. As time passed they loosened up even more, and at each display they would hold up bras and panties to themselves and each other to see "how they looked." They'd grab each other's arms and touch each other, flirtily playing around. At one point Sarah smacked Lorrie's behind, and even from a few yards back I could see it jiggle with her sweatpants. It was making for a great show, and once again I couldn't help but think that they were putting some of it on for me. 

After that, the two of them stopped at a table covered in brightly-colored bras and began to whisper to each other, giggling. After a moment, Lorrie lifted her head and called me over. I assumed she wanted to put something else in the bag as she'd been doing all morning, but instead she held a lacy bra right up to my chest. "Doesn't look too bad," she said. She and Sarah giggled. 

Sarah picked up a pair of panties and held them against my butt. "These could work, too. Or should we get the matching pair?" 

"Cut it out," I said meekly, embarrassed that they were doing this in front of everyone in store. A few curious glances had come our way, and the girls were making a lot of noise.

"Shhh," Sarah said, and smacked my butt. "You're making a scene." I started to blush.

"I bet you'd look pretty good in lingerie," Lorrie said. 

Sarah sized me up and down. "You know, Lorrie," she said, "I think he might me about your size."

"You think so? No way." Lorrie asked, laughing.

"Yeah, actually. Here, let's measure him."

Sarah grabbed my arm and began to pull me towards the back of the store while she pulled a tape measure out of her pocket. It wasn't too difficult for her to drag me. She was noticeable taller than me in the high heels she was wearing, and I was pretty slender back then. I suddenly felt a little panicked. 

"Come on, guys," I said. "Stop."

"Don't be such a spoilsport," Sarah said, still laughing. She had a firm grip on my arm.

"I really don't want to," I said, disappointed at how whiny my voice sounded. More customers were looking at us, as well as some of the other salesgirls. It was all very embarrassing. But Lorrie rubbed my shoulder and my already feeble resistance melted away.

"Please, Aidan. It'll be so funny. You just have to do it."

I was helpless. I nodded. Sarah cheered and lifted my arms up and measured around my chest.

"Thirty-four," she said. "Skinny boy. Same size as you, Lorrie. Not quite as much up here, though." She squeezed my chest.

"Hey!" I said.

"Sorry," she said, and pinched my nipple hard. It hurt.

I was worried about what else they were going to do to me in their plauful mood, but fortunately the girls seemed to have had their fun – for the moment. They left me alone for a moment as they went through the bag of lingerie. They talked and took things out as Lorrie seemed to narrow her choices down. Eventually she said, "Well, I've got it down to three different sets. Can I try these on here, Sarah?"

"The bras, yes. The rest of it, no. Sorry, but it's store policy."

"Well, damn," Lorrie said with a big theatrical sigh. "Now what?"

They both seemed to think for a moment. Again, for whatever reason, I got the strange feeling I was watching a kind of performance. 

"The store does have a very generous return policy, though. You could take things home and try them on there, then I could return them for you next time I have to work."

Lorrie decided that that was a great idea. There was one snag, however. The three sets of lingerie she'd picked out were very expensive – the total cost was almost $400!

"I just don't have that much cash on me," Lorrie said. She paused to think. "Aidan, do you think you could put it on your credit card for me? I promise I'll pay you back after I return the stuff I don't want."

"I don't know," I said. "That's a lot of money." I wasn't exactly rich in those days.

"Please, Aidan. And remember what I told you earlier?" She put her hand lightly on my chest when she asked. That was it. I was done.. The possibility of seeing Lorrie in that skimpy lingerie would have been enough to make any man spend that kind of money.

"Promise to pay me back?" I asked.

"Oh, Aidan!" she said and hugged me. "Thank you."

The hug almost made up for the pang I felt as the cashier, another pretty salesgirl, slid my credit card through the machine. I just hoped my parents wouldn't get a chance to see that credit card statement. 

After I paid and the salesgirls bagged everything up, we waited a little bit for Sarah to get off work. I was disappointed that it wouldn't be just me and Lorrie going to her house, as I thought it made it less likely I would get any. But the disappointment was relative. I was still very excited to be going to Lorrie's house at all, and I thought that if I got the chance I would tell Lorrie how I felt about her. 

Once Sarah was finished we all piled into Lorrie's car, the two girls in the front and me in the back with the pink Victoria's Secret bag on my lap. You can imagine how excited I was during the ride to Lorrie and Sarah's house. Dreams of what might happen were playing on constant loop in my head. Never in a million years, though, could I have imagined what actually ended up happening.

Once we got to the house we all walked into Lorrie's bedroom and Lorrie asked me to put the shopping bag on the bed. I was so excited that it slipped off the edge and onto the floor. Lorrie and Sarah laughed. They took the lingerie out of the bag and arranged the it all across the bedspread. Three lacy, frilly, sequined bra and panty sets; one in turquoise, one in hot pink, and one in dark black. Each set also include a matching garter belt and pair of sheer stockings. Just seeing the lingerie laid out on the bed like that was enough to make my heart rate rise. 

"It's so hard to decide!" Lorrie said, surveying her (my) recent purchases. "We're just going to have to try all three sets on. Sarah, which one you want to start with?"

Oh my God, I thought. Not only would I see Lorrie in lingerie, I'd see her friend, too. I could not believe my luck.

"Hmmm, I'm liking the turquoise." 

"I thought you might," Lorrie said. "I think I'll go black for starters. Very sexy. Which means Aidan here gets to try on the pink!"

At first, I wasn't sure I'd heard her right. "What?" I said, dumbly.

"Sarah's going to the wear the turquoise set. I'm wearing the black. Which means you get to try on the pink one. That way I can see what all three look like at once. It will make my decision easier." 

"Don't look so surprised," Sarah said. "Three sets of lingerie and three of us. How else would we do it?"

What I had been expecting was to see one or two beautiful girls wearing skimpy lingerie. I did not expect to be wearing it myself! I didn't say that though. Instead I said, "Yeah, but it's girl stuff, and I'm—"

"What? A man?!" Sarah said with a shriek of laughter that really hurt my feelings. I suddenly felt ready to cry or leave or both. This was not what I had hoped for. This was humiliating.

Lorrie was gentler. "Aidan, it really wouldn't be fair for just us to put on little tiny bras and panties while you stayed in your regular clothes, would it?"

I had to shake my head. "No, but—"

"Come on, Aidan," Lorrie continued. "It won't be so bad. It's just us. You know we won't tell anyone else.. And you'll get to see two very sexy girls wearing nothing but lingerie. Don't you want to see that?"

I was being persuaded. And at the back of my mind there was a faint hope. Maybe this was all just a strange way for her to seduce me. It might be worth it. 

"And all you have to do is put on some silly little underwear. It's not such a big deal, really, is it? It will be fun. For all of us. I promise."

I nodded, slowly. What choice did I have? This was the girl of my dreams we're talking about. She probably could have convinced me to do anything.

"Great," she said. "Sarah and I are going to get changed in the bathroom. You can get dressed out here. But if you can't figure out how to put something on, Sarah and I will be out in just a little bit to help you."

The two of them picked up the lingerie and marched into the bathroom. Sarah looked to be on the verge of laughter again and Lorrie was smiling triumphantly. They shut the door behind them and I could hear them moving around and talking in there. 

I sat down on the bed next to the remaining lingerie. It looked very small and very girly. I felt lightheaded again. What had I gotten myself into? I picked up the bra. It was surprisingly light. The front was detailed with pink sequins, and the back felt soft and spongy. The panties were tiny enough to fit in the palm of my hand. I realized I had no idea how to put any of it on, but I wanted to at least try before Lorrie got out. I didn't want to disappoint her. 

I got undressed and folded my clothes up neatly on a chair. I felt ridiculous and exposed standing there naked. I jumped when I heard a loud laugh in the bathroom and running water. I sat down on the bed and marveled at how different the silk bedspread felt against my bare skin. I decided to start with the panties as they seemed the most straightforward. I looked at them and wondered how they would ever even cover me. The tag said size small.




My Date With Miko Lee



I still couldn’t get over the fact I was sitting in the lobby of the Peachtree Westin hotel waiting for Miko Lee to come down and join me for dinner. I was nervous as hell waiting for her to come down. Here I was, just a normal guy, waiting on a gorgeous woman to join me. It was amazing enough with her being amazingly gorgeous but she was a world famous porn actress on top of it all. 

So how does an average Joe get the chance to have dinner with a porn star? Be a loyal listener to the Regular Guys morning show on WKLS 96 rock. Once or twice a month, they would have a porn star visit there morning show to give some fluff interview about why they were in town promoting some video or convention. The interviews weren’t anything of intellect. These were porn stars, not rocket scientist. I love porn and think the women in them are some of the most gorgeous on the planet but let’s fact it, we watch them for the fucking and not the acting. So usually when the interviews would be conducted, I would switch the station. 

I heard Miko Lee would be appearing on the show but at a time when I would be at work and could not listen. I called work, saying I was going to be late because I wasn’t feeling well and wanting to try to squeeze in a doctor’s visit. There was no way I was going to miss her even if it were just an interview. 

I was expecting nothing but ditziness from her. She was a porn star but at least I could hear what she sounded like. You sometimes wonder what a person sounds like and you wonder if the voice matches the face. In my mind, her voice was like a song and when she spoke it was very clear and elegant. 

Turns out Miko was in town to promote a book she had written about her life in the porn industry. The book, she said, wasn’t ghost written either. This got a laugh out of both of the Regular Guys. She sounded very intelligent and capable of writing a book. She didn’t come off as a ditz. Some of the crude questions as by the DJ seemed to put her off. She started getting really short with her answers as the questions got raunchier and raunchier. She utterly refused to take her top off and threatened to storm out if the guys didn’t tone it down. 

I think that really took Larry and Erich by surprise because both of them shut up the comedy act. They both became really polite to Miko through the rest of the interview. I really think that was the only way to get her to agree to the contest they wanted to have. They wanted to treat one of their listeners to dinner with a porn star. She agreed without a moment’s hesitation. 

At this time, I am screaming at the radio for details on how to win the contest. Larry sends the show to a commercial. I want to pull my hair out. I have to sit through four minutes of car, beer, and sports commercials, the whole time wondering about how I would spend dinner with Miko Lee. 

Coming back from commercial, it turns out all I have to do is be the 96th caller to the station to win. Of course I can’t find my phone as he announces that, so I go scrambling around the house looking for the cordless. I never use the phone so it shouldn’t be off the base but the one time I need it, it’s gone. Talk about Murphy’s Law. 

With Led Zeppelin’s ‘Custard Pie’ blaring in the background, I go running room to room looking for my phone. It doesn’t dawn on me to hit the page button on the receiver base until I have turned the living room upside down. Turns out the phone was on the kitchen table buried under a pile of bills. (The phone bill was the one covering that, how ironic.)

My heart was pounding as I punched the buttons on the face of the phone. I don’t know why I was getting excited. I knew I had almost no chance in hell to win. There were probably 10,000 other men with the phone in one hand and their dicks in the other trying to get in on two lines. I thought I would try a few times and give up. I could always just put in a copy of one of her movies and jerk off later in the day, probably before work. 

The first time I dialed, I got a busy signal. I was tempted to just say fuck it and hang up the phone but I decided to try just one more time. The second time I dialed, the phone on the other end started to ring. I actually started doing a little jig in my kitchen. Then I stopped. I didn’t need to get excited because I would probably have someone call saying that I was caller sixty-nine or something. The phone rang and rang for what seemed like an eternity. ‘Brain Damage’ by Pink Floyd was playing on the radio right now. I was thinking I would have a better chance of seeing the dark side of the moon than I would winning this contest.

As I was finishing my thought, someone picked up the phone. I was ready to accept that fact that I wasn’t caller ninety-six when the voice on the other end said, “You are caller 96. Who do we have here?” I was the right caller. I couldn’t believe it. I wanted to pinch myself. 

“Hello is anyone there?” the voice asked. I had better say something before Miko slipped through my fingers.

“I am here.” I said. I am sure that I sounded like a moron. I hate the way I sound when I hear myself and it’s even worse when I have the phone and the radio to distort it. 

“You are the winner of the dinner date with Miko Lee. How do you feel about that?” How do I feel about it? I am about to go on a dinner date with my favorite porn star in the world and he asks me how I feel about it. How do you think I feel about it moron? I think I want to beat off all over your face I am so excited.

I gave my name, age, and where I was from while we were on the air. I was way to excited to say much. The Regular Guys did most of the talking. I only got to speak with Miko briefly. She told me she was looking forward to our dinner and excited about meeting me. Off the air, I was told I could meet Miko for a few hours later that evening at her hotel and we would be chaperoned to a local restaurant. We could enjoy dinner and drinks but that was it. If I tried anything funny, I would get my arms broken. I had no problem with that whatsoever. I would probably die of a massive hemorrhage in my dick because of the immense hard on I’d have all evening just being in her presence. I was to pick her up at 6 p.m. and if I were going to be late, I could just forget about it because she was on a tight schedule. 

Here it was 5:59 p.m. and I was on time. I was nervous as hell about her coming down and seeing me. I was worried about her coming down, seeing me, and running right back upstairs. I am not a bad looking guy in the least sense of the word but she is beautiful, beyond words really. I am sure she gets hit on everywhere she goes. Let’s face it, she can have her choice of men in the world (and women also). Plus we are just going to dinner because I won a radio call in contest. Her only obligation is to be there. I am sure she doesn’t care what I look like at all. I shouldn’t care either because this is a one time deal but still, no one wants his or her dinner date to be disgusted by the person they are dining with. 

I started to pace while waiting on her. I hated to dwell on her reaction when she saw me. I had to pace. It was the only thing keeping me from going insane waiting. I walked from the elevators to the big staircase on the other side of the front desk. When I arrived, I let the desk know I was here for Ms. Lee. (That’s what the station instructed me to do.) The girl behind the desk kept looking at me like I was some kind of weirdo. I wanted to explain to her who I was waiting for but I really didn’t want her to look at me like I was some kind of disgusting pervert. I decided to sit down before she called security on me. 

Every time the elevator doors opened, I wanted to jump up to see if she was getting off. The few times I actually did but when people started staring at me, I decided to stop. Good thing I did because she came down the stairs. 

When I saw her, I wanted to stand up and go to her but my legs turned to jelly. She was just as gorgeous in person as she was in the movies. She had her black hair pulled back in a pony-tail. She was wearing a pair of khaki pants with a black button up shirt. She didn’t look like one would expect from a porn star. She looked like anyone else out on the street. She had a gorgeous smile, not a fake one either. Her smile was warm and genuine. She flashed it both times she was stopped for an autograph on her way down the stairs. She didn’t seem to mind and never made a big fuss about it. 

I couldn’t stand up so I waved over to her. She saw me and gave me a huge smile. I felt warm all over and strangely enough, my dick got hard. She walked over to me and introduced herself. Her voice was just as soft and musical as when I heard her on the radio. Hearing her must have broken the spell because I was able to get up and introduce myself to her. I called her Ms Lee at first but she told me to relax and call her Miko. She told me there was no need to be all nervous and formal. She wanted me to be myself and just have a good time. She was hungry and it was rare she got the chance to go out and have a good time without camera everywhere. 

I looked around expecting some goon to join to make sure that I mind my manner but I saw no one. Miko explained to me that she just wanted to have a nice evening out and not worry about her people pushing people around if they noticed her and wanted an autograph. She wasn’t worried about me getting out of line because I seemed like a really nice guy and besides she was a big girl who could handle herself. 

I was excited beyond belief. I was on a solo date with Miko Lee. It was going to be the two of us for the whole evening. I had to do this right.

I decided that we could walk over to Dante’s Down the Hatch. It was in walking distance of the hotel and it had a great jazz band playing. We could enjoy a great meal and enjoy some quiet conversation. This seemed to play well with Miko because she grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the hotel, saying how hungry she was while smiling the whole time. 

Out on the street, Miko chatted it up with me like we had known each other forever. She would squeeze my hand gently if I said something funny or interesting. People noticed her and would stop and stare as we walked down the street. A few stopped her for her autograph and she happily signed for them, each time taking my hand back in hers. 

When we got to the restaurant, there was a slight wait so we got menus and sat down in the lobby. Up to this time I tried not to stare at her body. I didn’t want her to feel like a sex object but it was really hard to do. Her shirt was pretty tight and it was clinging to her tits. I couldn’t help it, I had to look. I thought I saw a nipple poking out there. I think she caught me glancing and gave me a smile before adjusting my shirt. I flushed red with embarrassment. She patted me on my leg telling me that it was alright because she noticed something poking up from my pants. I wanted to die of embarrassment right there. Miko had other things in mind.

“Do you need me to take care of that?” Miko asked as she ran her hands up my thigh to my dick. I was hard as a rock and her hand touching my cock caused the last few remaining drop of blood not in my dick to rush into it. 

She rubbed my cock through my slacks until a stain began to show in the crotch. “We can’t have that ruining your slacks.” She said as she unzipped my pants. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. Miko was playing with my cock. Even more unbelievable, she was doing it right here in public. I began to get nervous because I knew someone was going to see us and call the police. “Don’t worry; I have this situation under control.” 

Miko stood up, grabbed me by my cock and pulled me towards the restroom. I had my pants about half way down my legs so I could only do a sort of shuffle. I just knew someone was going to see us. Miko looked over her shoulder at me and just giggled. “No one is going to get in the way. Just try not to fall over and break your dick.” 

How I managed to keep my balance on the way to the bathroom, I’ll never know. I’ll also never know how I managed to keep my erection through it all. I am not the biggest guy in the world. I was worried she might laugh when she had time to really look at it. How do you please a porn star with six and one-half inches? I am also surprised I didn’t blow my load just seeing her with her hand on my dick. I knew I was oozing loads of pre-cum all over her hand. She didn’t seem to mind though so I thought what the hell. 

Inside the bathroom, she pressed me up against the wall and kissed me hard on the mouth. She didn’t start out soft at all. It was all open mouth and tongues from the get go. She took her hand off of my cock and started running both of them through my hair. I just stood there with my pants around my ankles and my hands by my side. After a minute of two of kissing with no hand movement from me, Miko stopped for a moment, took my hands and put them on her tits outside of her shirt. I took the hint and started massaging her breasts with my thumb finding her erect nipple. Miko giggled, kissed me, and went back to rubbing my cock. 

I decided I wanted to get my hands on those tits for real. I unbuttoned her shirt, exposing a black bra enclosing those tits. I took the right one out of the cup, taking the nipple in my mouth. Her tits were so soft. I wanted to take as much of it as I could. I started flicking my tongue across her nipple; at first from left to right and then top to bottom. Miko moaned in pleasure as I did this. She squeezed my cock really hard and started to jerk me off. She used my pre-cum as lubricate in her slow, deliberate hand job. 

“Hold on” she said. She stopped jerking me off to unzip her pants and let them drop to her feet. She had no panties on so I was treated to a view of her very smooth pussy. Her lips were glistening with moisture. It felt like my cock lurched at the sight but it was Miko tugging on it again. “We don’t have much time” she said as she pushed me down to the ground. 

Mike crouched above my cock with her wet pussy inches away from making my dream come true. She started rubbing my cock all over her lips and up against her clit. She started to moan louder and buck her hips more. My dick was throbbing as she grinded her clit into it and jerked me off at the same time. She was teasing me by putting just the tip of the head in and rolling her hips before taking it out and rubbing it all over her clit again. 

I thrust my hips up to try to enter her but devilishly she moved her pussy a little farther away from me, jerking me off really hard before lowering her pussy down just over the head of my dick. I was frustrated but loving it at the same time. 

Miko wrapped her fist around the bottom part of my cock and lowered her pussy about half down. She started to move up and down on the top part of my cock while slowly jerking off the bottom part. We both began to moan in unison. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer so I started trying to jam my cock all the way in her pussy.

She must have sensed this because she moved her hand and sat all the way down on my cock. Her pussy muscles started squeezing my dick as she moved up and down on me. It was like no other feeling I had felt before. 

I felt my sperm getting ready to shoot out so I warned her. She pulled my cock out of her and started jerking it off against her clit. My cum shot out against her clit and splattered all over my belly. I was totally out of breath as I lay there on the tile with her standing over me smiling sweetly. 

“Are you okay?” Miko asked as she looked down at me. I looked around and I was laying the lobby of the hotel. “You fell and hit your head as you were coming over to meet me. Do you need to get to a hospital or do you feel like dinner still?”



My Date with Mom



There was a stir in the restaurant that caused me to look up from my menu. My sense of pride swelled up as well as my cock. The woman that was causing the mini commotion was my very own 45 year old mother!

"Sir, would you like to order now?"

I dismissed the waitress with a wave of my hand. All I wanted to do, right now, was drink in the sight of my mother. So did a lot of other guys but that was o.k. with me. I liked it when other men stared at her. 

My mother was wearing a short skirt that showed almost all of her thighs. The high heels she was wearing made her at least 6 inches taller. The halter top she had on made it hard to look at her face when she was talking.

I didn't plan on doing much talking to my mother after we finished dinner. My plans were to tie her, gag her and fuck her, in that order. I couldn't wait to get her spread eagled on the king sized bed in the hotel suite that was waiting for us, just down the street.

All through dinner, my mother teased me with her breasts that were just BARELY contained by the halter top that she was wearing. The fact that it was now fall and way too cold for a halter top only made it more exciting. She teased me with a hundred different questions about what I was going to do to her when we got to our room.

"Honey, are you going to put a gag in my mouth, when we get to the room?"

"Yes, mom, I am going to gag you with my hands." "That's what they call a 'handgag', isn't it?"

"Yes, mom. That's where I cover your mouth with my hand and keep you from talking or screaming. That's why they call it a handgag."

This erotic banter went on for the rest of the meal. I just hoped that my hard-on wouldn't show when my mother and I left the table. She pulled out a length of chord from her purse.

"Honey, when we get to the elevator, if we're alone, wrap this chord around my throat. I've been having this rape fantasy."

"Mom, if I'm the one that's going to dominate you, then I have to decide what to do to you and when. Just relax. Besides, you always have that rape fantasy. We both do. I promise to treat you rough. Allright?"

Mom smiled at me over her third glass of wine as she drank it down. I watched her throat as she swallowed the wine. My neck fetish was kicking into high gear. She knew this and pretended to be looking at something on the ceiling and stretched her beautiful slender throat out so that I could get a good look.

That was it. I got the check. The waitress asked us if we wanted desert. Mom and I both giggled. We wanted desert but not the kind that the waitress was thinking about. 

A few minutes later, the cab dropped us off at the hotel. We had to wait until we got inside the room before we were alone. The staff in the lobby were looking down their noses at us because they were sure that my mother was a hooker.

I started our rape fantasy out in high gear. The second after the door to our room was closed and locked behind us, my hands closed around my mother's sexy throat and squeezed.

"Uuullgghhhh. Use the chord."

Mom held out the chord that she wanted me to choke her with. I laughed to myself. Just like a mother, I thought. Even when she's being play raped by her son, she's still trying to run the show.

I wrapped the cord around mom's throat and pulled tight. I got hard as I watched her hands flail in the air. I listened as the strangling sounds came out of her gasping mouth.

I pulled a cloth bandanna and forced it deep into my mother's mouth. I tied the gag tightly behind her head. She couldn't scream to save her life.

Mom's hands closed around my forearms as I pulled the rope tighter and tighter around her throat. I felt her body slowing down as I strangled the fight out of her. I knew then it was time to strip her, tie her and fuck her.

I released my stranglehold on mom's throat and in a few seconds, I had pulled off her mini-skirt, panties, and halter top. I left her high heels on. I kept the gag in her mouth.

In a matter of minutes, I had my mother tied spread eagle to the four poster bed. I rammed my cock into her as far as it would go. She screamed underneath the gag that I had forced into her mouth.

Like a snake, my left hand circled around my mother's throat and squeezed it tight. That reduced the volume of her screams considerably. My right hand clamped over mom's mouth, tightly, and completely.

Again and again, I rammed my cock into my mom. I kept coming into her over and over again. I hadn't orgasmed that much or that hard in a very long time. I stared into my mother's eyes as I worked my cock in and out of her. Time slipped away. The world outside didn't matter. There was only pure, taboo lust between a mother and son. 

Mom's mouth was completely gagged. She couldn't talk. She couldn't scream. All she could do was moan in muffled ecstacy as my cock worked its way into and out of her.

"Mom, if you scream, I will strangle you."

My mother shook her head from side to side to assure me that she would not try to scream. I took my hand slowly away from her mouth. I slowly fished the cloth gag from between her lips. I was ready to force the gag back into her pretty mouth just in case she broke her promise not to scream.

I gagged my mother again. This time, I gagged her with my cock. I slid my cock down her throat. Her eyes went wide with surprise. I forced my cock down mom's throat. Deeper. Deeper. I wanted mom to choke on the cock that I was forcing down her long, slender throat. I wanted her to swallow every drop of cum that was in me.

The delicious sound of my mother strangling on my cock filled the room. The sound of her slurping my seed down her throat came next. Slowly, I pulled my cock from her mouth. My mother's mouth opened wide as she gasped for air.

I kissed my mother on her mouth. I forced my tongue down her throat. She forced her tongue down mine. 

Mom moaned as I kissed her beautiful mouth. When I started to kiss her breasts I put my hand back over her mouth. I sucked her breasts hungrily, just like when I was a baby. Only this time, I wasn't looking for milk.

Finally, we both lay on the bed, spent. I untied my mother's arms and when I did, she threw them around me. I slowly took my hand off of her mouth.

"Honey, you should rape me more often."

"Anytime, Mom. Anytime."

"Maybe we should find out, soon, if a mother can rape her own son.

We looked into each other's eyes.

"Now that could be interesting, mom."

( TO BE CONTINUED )