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The Big Gag

By: My5InchFMHeels



Short disclaimer: Dear readers, if you are looking for a quick action story, may as well hit the back button right now. This story much like the others I enjoy or write will have a slow build up. In fact, it may be entirely non-erotic, only in TSCD purely for the theme of the story. If you are looking for more of a Drama, please read on, this first chapter is left kinda hanging, ideas will be looked at by those that post with a User Name... so I can give Credit, where Credit is Due. Anonymous posts may spark some minor influence, but will get no credit, as I already have about four ideas in mind.

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So... my ex-girlfriend Jessica, more commonly known as Jessie, is dating the biggest tool on campus. Of all names that he could have, it just so happens his name is Jesse. I just knew they had been cheating on me for a while, but I couldn't find any proof. Normally I'm not vindictive, but a chord had been struck, and I wanted to get back at Jesse for stealing Jessie away from me.

I had to come up with a plan, and one was starting to form. Maybe if I could get Jessie to catch Jesse cheating on her, like they did with me, I could get them to break up. Now the question was who to enlist to help with my plan? I didn't really know that many people at school that I thought had a mean or rotten streak big enough to try to seduce Jesse, just in-time for Jessie to show up. Not to mention, would Jessie go off and start a fight with someone that was willing to help me break them up. This was not becoming a very good plan. 

Maybe there was a guy; gay, bisexual, or maybe just an actor that would be willing to seduce him. At the very least, to give it a shot. Surely Jessie wouldn't want to start a fight with a guy right? I started feeling out those that I thought would be willing, what I found was I have no Gaydar, and it wasn't likely that anyone I had talked to would be so inclined.

Some of the schools fundraisers were plays or musicals of popular Broadway acts, so the school had a pretty big theatre budget. Sarah was working on the crew as a makeup artist, but like everyone else she needed core classes for her degree. I just happen to share a class with her. Theatre was her passion, it was all she talked about in our business finance class. I had been to a play or two to help out with the fundraisers, I had to admit, she did some damn fine work on the actors and actresses.

After finances class on Friday, I caught Sarah before she got out the door. I wasn't sure what to say to her, so I just told her I was wondering if she could do something to make someone look unlike themselves without disfigurement. I asked her if she would be able to do something that I could go home and my family wouldn't recognize me. "I don't know," she replied, "I can do an impression of your face and see what can be worked out."

I let her know that would be great, and we set up a when and where to meet. I had to go back stage at the schools theatre to make the impression. "It'll take a couple days to set up, and I'll need a picture for skin tone comparison," she informed me. "I'll tell ya in finance when I have everything ready, and you can come by and take a look."

The wait felt like weeks, but turned out to only be two days. Class was a bit crowded when we both go into the auditorium, so Sarah waited till class was over, just as I had on Friday. "Hey Curtis, the impression is ready, so I'll be starting with prothstetics to create some new features. Can you come by and sit on Wednesday for a tone test?" she asked me.

"Sure, Wednesday is fine. Last class gets out at 5:30, what time should I show up?" I replied

"That's about the time the actors leave, so about forty-five minutes will give me time to get things put away, and get set up for your test." She was pretty punctual, so this time frame seemed dead on.

"6:15 it is then" I told her.

Two more days, two more weeks, two more years... It all felt t he same to me. I was getting anxious for some payback, so time seemed to stop in its tracks. There was nobody I would be willing to essentially "use" for my revenge, so I had to become somebody else myself. Eternity passed while I was waiting on Wednesday, yet I just woke up Tuesday morning. Groaning I figured I'd just pass some time on the PC looking at deception video's and maybe working on an accent. If this was going to work, Jessie couldn't have any idea who I really was. For that matter, neither could Jesse; or it was all for nothing, and I was sure I'd be branded as gay for seducing my ex's new boyfriend. Not exactly the information one wants to travel around a school when they still have two and a half years to attend for their bachelor's degree.

I tried a Aussie accent, some of it sounded good, but not all of it. Moving on I jumped across the pond, the Brit accent was much better, though my lingo needed some finishing touches. Rather than "guy" I practiced "bloke." Cliché I know, but when in Rome... A bit of BBC during the evening after my one class that day, so I could pick up some phrases, with practice most of Wednesday talking to myself, I was feeling reasonably confident that I'd be able to pull this off.

At 6:00, I started to make my way to the theatre to meet up with Sarah. When I walked into her cubicle, she was shaking her head so I asked her if everything was okay. She had me sit down, and started putting some of the prosthetics up to my face. Shaking her head some more, she explained that the tone was off just a bit, and she wasn't able to do anything to make me look like someone else without appearing disfigured. As disfigured wouldn't work if I wanted to pretend to seduce Jesse, we basically just made sure to match tones perfectly. Once we got a match, she let me know she'd keep working to find something.

I had been keeping with the Brit accent while we were working on the "New Me," two which she informed me that I needed a bit more work if I was going to use it to fool my family. "It's close," she said, "bit needs a touch of work. I can tell the director about your family gag, he may have some advice for you." I thanked her profusely, and told her it was a great idea.

I had almost given up on Sarah when she came into finances beaming nearly three weeks later. "Hey Curtis!" she said after class." I think I have something that will definitely trick your family, but you may need to speak with the class voice coach before it will work." Her revelation left me puzzled, and she wasn't about to give any information, rather she wanted to keep it as a surprise. "He's not going to be there long, so you may want to come with me to the theatre now, so we can get started. I already told him, and he thinks that it's a surefire plan to pull off your gag."

I was sitting in her cubicle while she went to find Trevor, or Tyler, or whatever his name was. While I was looking around I couldn't help but notice my face was missing. There were several others littering her work area though. Maybe she just hadn't had things set up, after all we did come straight from finances. The ones I could see had to be some for their next production.

Sarah returned shortly, and officially introduced me to Travis. Ah Ok, so that's his name I thought to myself, should be easy enough to remember. It was then that I let them both know my friends and family called me Curry, they both nodded. As he was explaining normally I would have to pay for his service, but being a family prank he'd let the fee slide, much like Sarah was; he used three different pitches and accents. If I were blind, or looking some other direction, I'd have been sure I was speaking to a Australian man, a French woman, and a Cajun male. This man was very good, I can see why Sarah was sure he would be able to help. First thought in my head was, Me Mum won't know what hit 'er; going with their family gag logic. In what I assume was his regular voice, Travis told me to meet him after Sarah had done her work. I assured him I would, then Sarah turned my chair towards her, and reached for the worktable.

Most of the cubicle was covered in mirrors, so I was able to see which head she was reaching for even if I wasn't looking that direction. My attention was immediate, I asked her if she was putting things away, to which she informed me that she had to do a complete one eighty, to make me unrecognizable without disfigurement. The head she was reaching for was clearly not me, as it was a rather attractive twenty-something blonde.

"That'll never work," I protested. Although my mind was racing with possibilities in the nature of 'Perfect for Jesse,' or 'Maybe Jessie swings both ways, and Jesse could catch Jessie cheating.' The latter being preferential in my opinion, avoiding the whole seduction of Jesse was very appealing to me. "I'm sure my mother would sniff out some of my tendencies, and finger me right off." Using the Brit accent again, "Besides on the way there, others would notice mannerism, and I'd be Identified as 'A Bloke in a Frock."

"Never happen!" she replied. "The time it will take you to work on your voice, and you'll have to practice makeup, since I'm not going with you; we can work on those mannerisms. Mum will never know." Her use of the word 'Mum' made me chuckle. "No more chuckling Missy, girls giggle." After a long pause she asked me, "So is it going to be Missy, or would you prefer 'Rocky' from the movie Mask?"

I still had to think on it for a few, even if it was only just for show. Jessie and Jesse would not be getting laid by Rocky, not when they had someone that wasn't disfigured already in their lives. I would have to become 'Missy.' "How about Jennifer, Missy may be an abbreviation for Melissa, but it's also a generic term for a young lady, and 'Mum' may catch that right away if my voice isn't perfect." Sarah seemed to like this idea.

"Jenny it is then!" Her smile was a bit too infused with Kid in a Candy Store.

She left the cubicle for a few minutes telling me she'd be right back. When she came back, she had someone from Wardrobe, and Travis was with her again. The Lady from Wardrobe had me strip down to my briefs, and took a bunch of measurements, I wasn't sure why, till Travis explained if I was going to be a British Woman for a few hours, I would need proper attire. He also made me work on a pitch that was a bit closer to Emily Blunt's. Miss Blunt wasn't nearly as high pitched as say Keira Knightly, which was how he sold me on the pitch. A much higher pitch would be very hard to pull off, I think that was probably his best point as of yet.

Before Laurie from Wardrobe left, she asked what my Bust size was going to be. Hell, I hadn't even given that a seconds thought. Sarah recommended a larger "B" or a smaller "C" cup. "Jenny is fairly normal on size, so large or small will probably look wrong, if you know what I mean. By the way, you'll want to keep this tattoo hidden of your Mom and Carrie, I'm guessin' that's your sister's name?" Sarah's logic seemed to be the consensus among the four of us. I couldn't help but think, this payback had way too many people involved now. If something didn't work out, a lot of people could really get in trouble. 

On Friday, at the end of the first week, Sarah told me to stay behind when everyone else left for the night. I'd been coming daily to practice application of the prosthetics, makeup, and wardrobe, not to mention walking in heels. At this point I was ok with a three inch heel, but not stilettos and nothing higher. "You know," she started, "You are going to have an unsightly bulge an any skirt that's anywhere near fashionable, and no way can you get away with pant's leggings or shorts. We've all seen your package, there is no hiding it without another prosthetic." Her words rang true, I had noticed myself, and tried to tuck it when it wasn't uncomfortable, like sitting was. 

We had a very private fitting that night. Since it had been a while since Jessie and I had done anything, even before the breakup, the whole time was rather uncomfortable. Sarah was as gentle as possible, "I don't want to break it," she'd exclaimed at one point. She did point out, "This is perfect actually, to see where it will end up when erect in the prosthetic, I can make a canal so, hard or soft, you can sit comfortably."

The following Friday, Laurie was back. My mouth dropped when I saw what she was carrying. A boned corset like I'd seen the actresses wearing. I was sure I didn't want to wear one. All of the actresses that had to wear them complained about breathing and eating, not an issue I wanted to partake of, yet it became part of my daily routine. At the end of the night, Laurie gave me some clothes to borrow for the weekend, along with the corset. She told me I would need to get my own for the remainder of the time I would be practicing, since the ones I was using were production props. She was kind enough to let me know corseted I was a size six, and giving me some ideas where to find stuff fairly reasonably priced. Corseted with the fake boobs, ready to dress, I was 36B-26-35. Apparently the corset pushed the middle up and down, since it was tightened from the middle out. At five foot six inches, one hundred and thirty pounds, I was neither considered large or small. Many of us in my graduating class in high school had that very build. We were definitely not football players, several of us had soccer, track and field, wrestling or something else to keep us in shape.

While I didn't have to pay for "Training" clothing and makeup were out of my pocket. Small price to pay for that which I had planned. Sarah was gracious enough to accompany me on my first girl weekend. A couple outlet stores, same chain stores, and cosmetics cost nearly five hundred bucks, and I went places to save money. I guess that's to be expected if you are essentially building a new person. I'd gotten three corsets, they were the bulk of my expenses really. When I took them off, and put them back on, I left them tied, and just used the hooks in the front, always starting from the middle, so I would get the push down to give myself a 35 waist still. Oh yes, the Salon, that was pricey too, while I didn't keep my hair short, I didn't keep it long either, so I needed a style that would work very androgynously, sort of a Mandy Moore 'How to Deal' look. Keeping my color, the stylist just added some lowlights. During class I would just keep it styled straight back. 

For nearly a month I showed up every day after classes, got through putting on the Jenny look, then went and talked to Travis during the scenes, while he wasn't consulting one of the actors or actresses. We'd talk about the play, and how rehearsals were going, he'd point on a problem on speech with not only the actor, but with my practice as well. After the third week, I had entertained the idea of moving my degree to acting, or at least something behind the scenes, speech, wardrobe, just being around this crowd.

All the while, when she had some free time, Sarah would head to my apartment, so we could work on mannerisms. Spring Break would be soon, the last day of school classes before the break would probably be the best time, as people would be leaving, and there'd be much less risk if the plan got off track. While Sarah was at my apartment, she'd noticed that all the pictures were my Mother, Father, and brother Todd. "Where's Carrie?" she asked me one day.

I pointed to myself, not thinking anything of it. "My mom always wanted a girl, she refused to call me Curry, she insisted on Carry. That tattoo that you are thinking of was supposed to be spelled C-U-R-R-Y. The artist fucked up, Mom almost died laughing." I could see it on her face, as the realization set in.

"So THAT'S why you went with Jenny!" it was a statement that resembled a question

"Actually, I told you Jennifer, you made it Jenny," I retorted.

Snickering she came back with, "So I did, so I did."

A week before classes let out for Spring Break, I asked Sarah if she wanted to have a girl's week. "I've been practicing mannerisms, speech, clothing, walking, and the list goes on for about a month, maybe a little bit more. What do you say we test drive Jennifer out in public. I know we did the shopping thing, but that was very limited, and we talked to nearly nobody, so it was easy to get by. How 'bout a full week of Sarah and Jennifer talk on the night?"

"Starting with the weekend?" she asked.

"May as well, maybe we could get into a bar and have our drinks bought for us?" I didn't know if it was a good idea, but I tossed it out there.

"Best not," she replied, "date rape and all, you could get found out pretty quick, both of us could pay for that." I had to concede, but tossed some other ideas around. Other than Wednesday, when she'd have to stay late at the theatre, that was exactly what we did. Thursday night as we said goodbye, she pulled a wand out of her purse with a big star at the end, like the ones in the old time commercials, then commenced to dub me "Jenny, the 72 hour Princess." I nearly peed my panties, gave her a hug, and headed towards my apartment.

I called off my two classes on Friday, I wanted to spend the day Following Jesse, to see if I could find a time that'd be right to get him "caught" with another girl. I was sure Sarah would look for me in finance, but maybe she thought I was getting a head start, so I would have some changing time before getting home. From what I could tell, Jesse and Jessie were leaving in the morning for one of Florida's many Spring Break locations, Ft. Lauderdale if they are taking the popular route. Now I just needed to wait for Jessie to go somewhere for a last minute errand, and get Jesse in a spot where I could seduce him. It would be entirely too much work to see if Jessie swings both ways. I didn't think so, I'm sure I'd have seen a sign or two. No checking out the girls when I did, not many nights hanging with her girlfriends, she's pretty steady staying with the guys, she does like to get laid.

Jessie wasn't making any effort to go anywhere from what I could tell, so I went to see Sarah, and say goodbye for the break, and to thank her, Travis, and Laurie for all their effort. When I arrived, I found Travis talking to Laurie about a corset being too tight, that Tina was having trouble with lines and pitch. "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt, but I wanted to thank both of you for your help before I head home."

"You are not driving in that corset are you?" Laurie asked before either had really replied to my thanks.

"No," I said, "I was just getting Sarah's Seal of Approval before going back to my apartment to change for the drive."

"Oh good!" Laurie sighed, "You are quite welcome. Good luck with the gag." Travis made a similar comment, before I took my leave to talk to Sarah.

It was Sarah's voice, she was on the phone. I could hear her, but I didn't want to interrupt, so I stayed around the corner till she hung up. "What do you mean he doesn't talk to his mom?" There was a short break before she took her turn again. The tattoo says Mom and Carrie? right?... and you got the pic I sent you? I'm sure he didn't see me take it, he was practicing in four inch heels... No he didn't come to me to be a girl, he came to me to look different, to play a gag on his family. If he doesn't talk to them it doesn't make any sense, why keep doing this for weeks?... And you're saying he was following Jesse all day? Does he think you cheated on him, maybe he's trying to get you back, or at least break you two up, if he does... that does make sense, if he looks like a girl because as a guy he'd be disfigured, I guess he would have to start with Jesse instead of you... Ok, I'm leaving for Cancun in the morning, enjoy Palm Beach. Buhbye"

Fuck me, that changes everything I thought to myself. While I heard her putting everything away, I made my way towards the door I know she comes and goes from. Looking over my shoulder to make sure I wasn't watched, when I got to the door I turned around, and took my regular path to her cubicle. She was on her way to the door, and saw what looked like the door closing behind me as I was walking in. Perfect, she wouldn't know I heard her and Jessie. My outfit was one that she hadn't seen yet, I'd gotten it during a lull in the day today, "One last Seal of Approval before I go? How's the new outfit?" I was hoping maybe the new outfit and her understanding that it was bought today would give her some doubt that I was following Jesse. She seemed very surprised to see me.


The Big Gag



"Wow, It looks great!" she tried to hide her surprise in the compliment, but to me, it didn't work. I knew where her shock came from, she was just being sly. "like Ebert & Roeper, two thumbs up!" We made a little bit of small talk, and headed out to our own Spring Breaks.

With Jesse and Jessie knowing who I was, my plans had definitely changed for the weekend, but I was unsure of how at that very moment. Maybe I should do what I said, and head home. Mending fences could be good for the soul. Maybe I should do a Spring Break. A little Fun in the Sun could be just as good for the soul. All I knew for sure, Jennifer was leaving campus for a week, I needed some time to think about how life at school was going to go.



The Big Game



I woke up in the morning to my wife sucking on my cock. I usually wake up with a hard on and have to piss real badly but she got to it before I could get to the bathroom. She was really sucking hard on it trying to get me to come for her. Lately she had been just out of control horny all the time. She would come home straight from work and ask me if I wanted a blow job or a quickie. She was always disappointed if I said no.

I know most guys dream about having a situation like this but I was a little tired and the pressure to perform was getting to me. Usually I had been the aggressor but the tables had turned and neither one of us knew why. I sometimes felt bad because I knew she was frustrated but I just didn't have it in me at the time. So now here I was getting a blow job literally first thing in the morning.

She knew I was awake now and looked up at me with that glazed sex hungry look she gets. She began to really stroke the shaft and put her lips around the head of my cock. Her tongue did little circles on the tip and her hand picked up the pace. I felt my load begin to build and I knew she could too. With even more determination she began to suck harder and increased her tempo on my shaft. I came hard and shot streams of sticky cum into her mouth. She began to moan in a guttural satisfied way and she swallowed every drop. She pulled her mouth off of my cock and watched in fascination as she continued to stroke me. Every so often a small drop of cum would work its way to the tip of my cock and she lick it off.

We both knew I was done for a while. In my younger days this episode would have just been a warm up to some full on anything goes sex. I am older now and not what I used to be. It was ironic that I was now the one who couldn't keep up when she had been the one when we first got married over ten years ago that couldn't match my drive.

I got up and took a shower. Afterwards I went into the kitchen for breakfast and found my wife in thong panties and a small t-shirt making some eggs. As I walked by her to get a glass of juice she grabbed my cock and asked me if I wanted some real sex now. I told her it was too soon afterward and that maybe later. She tried to get me to commit to it but in the past I had done that and couldn't keep my word so I tried to avoid it. She looked a little disappointed and that was hard to take.

Today we had plans for some of my friends to come over and watch a football game on our new big screen TV. We had recently moved back to Phoenix after having lived in a small town back east for about ten years. I had joined the military after high school, met my wife and married her, then relocated to upstate New York. I was now finally back home and really enjoyed seeing my buddies after nearly twenty years away. We spent the rest of the morning getting the food ready for the grill and cleaning the pool.

Our neighbor Jim was the first over and asked if he could help out in any way. I was glad to have Jim as a neighbor. He and his wife Nicole were very nice people and we got a long very well. His wife was about the same size and weight of my wife but had brunette hair unlike my wife's blond hair. Our wives had become close friends and went out shopping together quite often. Jim said Nicole would be over later that she had some things to get done first.

My wife was wearing a two piece bathing suit that always helped me get in the mood. It had a bikini top but the bottom was of a short shorts type. Her nice round ass cheeks peaked out the bottom and the material clung to the rest of her very tightly. You could just see the outline of her cleanly shaven pussy through the front of her shorts. I didn't think I would like a fully shaved pussy but after seeing her parade around the house naked it began to be a turn on for me. Once she figured that out she kept it shaved and walked around naked nearly all the time. I noticed Jim admiring my wife's ass and pussy as she bent over and pulled bottles of soda from the bottom of the refrigerator. Seeing him eye my wife sent a chill up my spine and twinge in my cock. Suddenly I wanted to fuck my wife right then and there. I thought I should be getting angry but I was really getting turned on by it.

It wasn't long before Rob and Dave showed up. Back in high school we had been inseparable. Now we were all into our mid thirties with jobs and families. Dave had been divorced and was now on his second marriage and had a son. Rob never married but spent his time working on his hot rod or putting in overtime. I was looking forward to watching the game and reliving some of the glory days.

I grilled up some burgers and hot dogs and we all fixed us a plate. We heading into the living and turned on the big game. I had observed Rob and Dave notice my wife's outfit and I became even more aroused by it. I had also watched my wife place herself in view of the guys and give them ample time and opportunity to observe her. I don't think she thought I would notice but I did. I also noticed that her pussy lips were becoming more identifiable through her shorts and I even thought I noticed a little wetness.

As we tried to watch the game my wife would come in and offer snacks and replace our drinks. She would bend over the coffee the table and moon two of us while the others got a peek at her tits as they hung in her bikini top. She was non-stop. The last time she came in with beer she mooned Jim and I. It was indisputable now. Right in the center of her crotch was a noticeable wet spot. My wife's pussy was just flowing and she couldn't help it. I knew from experience that her body was now electric and any little thing could push her over the line. Jim lost sight of where he was and began to rub his erection before he came back out of his daze.

My wife walked by me as I sat on the couch and bent over for a kiss. I could see Rob and Dave eyeing my wife and I knew they had seen the wet spot too. The sexual tension in the air was unreal. My wife lips pressed hard onto mine and she forced her tongue into my mouth. She was getting out of control. The guys all shifted uncomfortably in their seats.

My wife and I watched porn on a fairly regular basis. During many of these movies the woman would wind up servicing two or more guys. My wife and I both admitted that this was a major turn on. Now here in my living room were three friends that desperately wanted to fuck my wife and I knew she was in no mood to refuse. I was also aware that the thought of everyone fucking my wife was making my cock as hard as stone.

When my wife came back from the kitchen she sat on the arm of the couch beside me. I decided to act on my urges and pulled her down on top of me. I began to kiss her hard and deep as my hands found my way onto her ass. She playfully resisted but I think only for a show. As I continued to kiss her gladly fell into my arms and began to respond. My hands found their way under her shorts and I grabbed hard on each of her ass cheeks. She pressed harder into me and I could feel her slightly rub her pussy on my hard cock through her shorts. In a determined effort I pulled her shorts to the side exposing her cleanly shaven cunt and buried two fingers deep into her pussy.

A gasp escaped from her lips as she vainly tried to pull away. It was no use and now she was beginning to grind her pussy onto my fingers. Her efforts to get away were half hearted at best. I think she just found it easier to justify her actions if she resisted a little. Her juices flowed out of her pussy and down my fingers. She started to really get into it and lost all sense of where she was. She broke our kiss and leaned back forcing my fingers even deeper into her pussy. I looked past her onto the other couch and could see Rob and Dave watching with fascination.

My wife tugged on my zipper and fumbled with my clothes until she at last freed my cock. I was bit uncomfortable with my cock hanging out in the open in front of my friends but when my wife bent down and inhaled my erection I lost all inhibitions. My wife was now bent over on the floor with her head furiously bobbing up and down on my cock.

Jim made the first move by leaning over and rubbing my wife's ass. A groan escaped her lips as his hand caressed her ass and made its way to her pussy. He said to me that my wife's pussy was begging to be fucked and asked if I would mind. My wife shot me a glance but then pretended to ignore the conversation. I told Jim to be my guest.

He quickly stripped and got behind my wife. He pulled her shorts down to her knees. The shorts were small and tight so they kept my wife's knees together and really spread her ass. I knew what Jim was in for. I fucked my wife in this position often and I knew her pussy would be very slick but very tight in this particular position. Jim wasted no time and in one stroke buried his cock balls deep into my wife's pussy.

His stroke caused my wife to remove her mouth from my cock and gasp with satisfaction. Once she got used to the feeling she began to suck on my cock again. She was just getting hotter now. She began to meet every one of Jim's strokes and was really getting into it. Jim didn't last very long and shot his load deep into my wife. My wife looked up at me in a sort of helpless sexually gratified way.

Dave had taken the opportunity to get behind my wife now and began to work his cock into her pussy. He was about an inch bigger than Jim and a bit thicker. My wife moaned with approval as the bigger cock began to fill her. My wife has several dildos with biggest being about five inches around and twelve inches long. On several occasions she has been able to take all of it and comes very hard. This is a huge turn on for me. 

Dave took long deep strokes into my wife's pussy gradually building in tempo. He began to really drive his cock into her now forcing my cock deeper into her mouth with every stroke. She was in a dream world now as my balls began to ache with come. I started to concentrate on holding back. Dave's rhythm was quickening and he was soon forcing his cock as deeply as it would go as he came. At the same time I grabbed wife by the hair and forced my cock down her throat as huge spurts of come shot into her mouth and down into her belly.

I pulled my cock from her mouth with pop. She was on fire. She looked around in a bit of panic thinking it had all come to an end. I offered Rob my spot on the couch and he sat down. My wife began to move in to give him head the way she had me but I whispered into her ear to mount him. She climbed on top of him and worked his cock into her pussy. Soon she was rocking up and down on his cock. I watched in awe as his cock would disappear fully into wet swollen pussy.

My cock was hard again as I watched my wife. I stuck my middle finger in my mouth wetted it all the way to the hand. I pushed my finger deep into her asshole. She sort of froze for a moment but then relaxed and began to fuck Rob again. I began to work my finger in and out of her ass. I would fuck my wife in the ass weekly and many times I would stuff a dildo into her pussy as I fucked her ass. I knew she could take it but it would be the first time she had two people actively fucking each hole.

Jim and Dave were both hard again and looked on in envy as they knew I was going to be fucking my wife in the ass. I push her slightly forward onto Rob as I positioned myself behind her. I pressed the head of my cock directly onto her asshole and began to apply pressure. It took some time because with Rob's cock buried in her the resistance was more than what I was used to. Finally I gave a determined thrust and the head of my cock pushed into her ass. She began to shake a little and cried out "Oh Shit". I slowly began to work my cock into her ass a little deeper with every stroke. She began to relax and soon she taking my entire cock. Rob began to work his cock too. I could feel his cock thrusting into her pussy as I pulled back. We worked her alternately like this until she screamed out as she came. A flood of juices flowed from her pussy as her body would spasm in orgasm.

When she had recovered I began to quicken my pace. I didn't care if this was my wife anymore. I need to come and I wanted to fuck this ass hard. I worked furiously pounding my cock deep into her ass. With every stroke I forced myself deeper and with more force. My wife was screaming but unbelievably it was in pleasure. The fog began to clear just before I came into her ass I was aware that she was begging me to fuck her ass harder.

Jim and Dave and climbed onto the couch on either side of her. She was stoking their cocks with each hand and alternately sucking them off when she was able to stop screaming. I was really rocking her ass and Rob was still forcing his cock deep into her pussy. She seemed to be actually holding on by Dave and Jim's cocks. My cock was on fire as I drove deeper and harder into her ass. With three savage strokes I came into her ass. I don't think I ever came that hard before. I slowly pulled my cock from her ass. There was an audible pop as my cock finally pulled free.

To my shock Nicole whispered into my ear "That was so hot". She had apparently entered our home without anyone noticing. Jim positioned himself behind my wife and took over fucking her ass. Nicole got onto her knees and began to deep throat my cock. There is something so remarkable about a woman who can inhale an entire cock. I remembered thinking how strange to have the neighbor sucking my cock that had just been inside my wife's ass. Nicole didn't seem to mind and was an expert at giving head. She sucked slowly and deeply. It wasn't long until her nose was pushing on my stomach as my cock was buried down her throat. 

Soon I heard Rob come and wife moan in approval as he shot his cum deep into her pussy as Jim continued to fuck her ass. Dave had his cock in wife's mouth and as Rob came my wife must have too. She sucked harder and stroked Dave's cock faster. Soon she was swallowing another load of cum. Rob slid out from under my wife leaving Jim to fuck her ass in the doggy position.

Nicole pulled my cock out her mouth and whispered into Jim's ear. Jim buried his cock deep up my wife's ass and then picked her and sat on the couch. Now he was sitting on the couch and my wife was spread wide open for everyone to see. She was on top and rode his cock deep into her ass. Nicole grabbed my cock and led me over to my wife and Jim. She whispered in my ear to fuck her and then got down on all fours. She crawled over between Jim and my wife's legs and began to alternately lick Jim's balls and lap up the come that oozed out of my wife's pussy. I pushed my cock into Nicole's pussy and began to fuck her. My wife made eye contact with me and we kept it for a long time. She came over and over as Jim continued to fuck her ass. She later told me that she got so hot watching me fuck Nicole and that having Nicole lick her pussy clean was a real treat.

My wife is not into sex with other women but in this particular case it was a real turn on. Nicole seemed to be relaxed and just enjoying the whole experience. A strange urge came over me then as I watched my cock going in and out of Nicole's pussy. As my cock backed out her tiny rosebud would sort of wink at me. The urge wasn't so much to fuck Nicole's ass but more of an urge to make Nicole scream. She had maintained control when the rest of us couldn't and I resented that. Without warning and in stride, I forced my cock up her ass in one brutal stroke. She screamed and tried to move away. I grabbed her by the hair and forced her mouth onto my wife's swollen and dripping pussy. It muffled the sound and Jim didn't get alarmed. I continued to fuck Nicole's ass and soon her pain turned to pleasure.

Nicole began to buck furiously against my cock as my balls slapped against her pussy lips. Jim came into my wife's ass and removed himself. My wife slid over to the side of the couch as Nicole began to buck and exclaim that she was coming. I pounded my cock into her ass and with one last push came deep into her. Nicole was started to collapse in exhaustion. I grabbed her hips and held her up in the doggy position. 

I slowly pulled my cock from her ass and began to back away. As I did so, Rob moved behind her to take over and Dave forced his cock into her mouth. Nicole was finally was able to remove Dave's cock from her mouth and in broken sentences as Rob rammed her from behind told Jim she had had enough and asked him to make them stop. Jim calmly told her that it would not be fair and it would be rude if she didn't comply. Jim asked her is a mocked tone, " Don't you want to be a good neighbor"? Dave forced his cock back into her mouth and Nicole resigned herself to being a fuck toy until everyone was exhausted. We all recovered and continued to fuck away the rest of the afternoon. I never did see who won the game.



The Big Game



All of my friends are real big State fans, and there was a big game coming up. I decided to have a little party, you know, just some guys and some beer and the game. Little did I know, my lovely wife had other plans. You see, Lara is a real sensual woman. She especially likes to have a cock in her mouth. She can never get enough of it, and sometimes I have to force myself out of her mouth just to fuck her. Well, the big day came, and I was getting ready. I had packed several coolers with ice and beer, and had chips and dip set out. I planned on ordering pizza, but my wife asked me if she could make snacks for us. I told her that I didn't want to bother her, and that we could take care of ourselves, but she insisted. 

She asked me how many guys would be there, and I said about eight or so. Lara just grinned and licked her lips. I thought that was kind of strange, so I asked her why she did that. She grabbed my hand and led me into the bedroom, dropped to her knees and said that she needed some cock. She started to unbutton my pants, but I didn't have time, the game was only an hour away, and I still had to get ready for the guys. I told her that I would satisfy her after the game, and left the bedroom. That was a mistake, because when my wife wants a cock in her mouth, there is nothing else in the world that will satisfy that desire. As it turned out, the guys and I were in for the shock of our lives.

I got busy setting up for the party, and the doorbell started to ring. Soon, we were all cheering and drinking beers, and I forgot all about my wife. That is, until she walked into the room and asked us if we were all hungry yet. Lara has great breasts, DD's, and she is quite proud of them. My jaw dropped when I saw what she had on, a tiny tank top that made her tits spill out over the top. Her hard nipples poking through the thin fabric told all of us that she was not wearing a bra. She had on a short skirt too, and her legs looked nice, but all the guys were staring at her tits. She went back into the kitchen and started making sandwiches, and I followed her in, a little pissed off.

"What are you doing?" I asked her.

"Nothing, just making sandwiches for your friends," was all she had to say to me. I asked her why she was dressed like that, and she just smiled and told me that I didn't give her what she wanted, so she must not be thinking right. I decided that my friends had all probably seen tits before, so I blew it off and went back to the game. 

A few minutes later, Lara came back into the living room, carrying a tray full of food. She bent over to place it on the coffee table, and suddenly all of us guys realized that she wasn't wearing any panties either. Her ass framed her slit, and that must have looked like an invitation to my friend Jim. He poked me in the ribs and said that it looked like Lara wanted to get fucked. She turned around and told him that she was married, and no, she couldn't fuck anyone but her husband. But she did say that she had a thirst for a big juicy cock, and asked Jim if he had one of those. He looked at me and I just shrugged. I was no fool, I knew better than to tell my wife no twice in one day. He stood up, and Lara kneeled down in front of him. She pulled her shirt off, and everyone could see her big tits. She started rubbing her face over Jim's crotch, making him even harder before she pulled his pants and underwear down. His cock was in her mouth before his pants hit the floor and soon he was pumping in her face, putting all of his cock in her. She stopped sucking his cock long enough to run her tongue over his balls while she stroked his long cock. That was all Jim could take and he started squirting his load all over Lara's face and tits. She stroked him until he had shot his load, and then sucked his cock dry. Her face was a mess of cum when she turned to the rest of us, and asked for more cock. 

One by one I watched my wife suck off all my friends. She was in heaven, having all those cocks in her mouth. Sometimes she would jack them off into her open mouth, but mostly she let them shoot all over her huge breasts and pretty face. When she had sucked everyone but me and my best friend Brian, her face was covered in sauce. Brian was the only one who hadn't taken his pants down and offered his cock to Lara. When she asked him to come over to her, I was watching very closely. You see, Brian's wife had once told me that he had a very big cock, and she could hardly take it in any of her holes, although she said that she loved trying. When Lara crawled over to Brian and pulled his cock out, she gasped at the sight of it. He was hung like a bull, ten inches at least, and wasn't even all the way hard yet. My wife has always wanted to deep throat my seven inches, but can never quite get the last inch or so in her mouth. She started stroking Brian's huge monster, gazing up at his face like she was in a trance. She opened her mouth to take him in, but he pulled her head back. She looked so disappointed as she turned her face up and asked him why? 

Brian just laughed and said that she could only suck his cock if she took the whole length in. Lara said that there was no way she could ever, but Brian said there is a way, trust me. He told Lara to clean everything off of the coffee table, and to lie down on her back on it. He pulled her head back to the edge, and mounted her face with his cock. Slowly, he started pushing his cock into her mouth, and when he got half-way, he rubbed the sides of Lara's throat and told her to relax. What happened next totally astounded me. Brian slid his whole cock into Lara's throat, until his balls were resting on her nose. Brian pulled out to let her breathe, and she asked him how big he was. He turned and looked at me, laughing, and asked for a tape measurer. When we measured his cock, it was a foot long. Lara said that she really liked the feel of Brian's cock in her throat, so Brian mounted her again. She got used to his size, and was even able to reach up and pull his ass toward her. Before long, Brian was face-fucking her to a frenzy. He got close and tried to pull out, but Lara grabbed his ass again, and we could all tell he was pumping his load down her slick throat. I know that made Lara's day, because she had not swallowed a load of cum yet.

Then all the guys started putting their clothes back on, and thanked me for a great party. When they were all gone, I rolled my wife over on the coffee table, and gave her the fucking that she deserved. When we were done, I sent her off to the shower to clean up, then I tried Brian's coffee table trick on Lara, it worked pretty well!



The Big Game



It started out as a few friends getting together to watch a football game; have a bite to eat and possibly a drink or two. It became a hall of fame event.

Dan was the odd man out this year. Work constraints and family commitments made it impossible for him to travel with his buddies to attend the championship game. It was a tradition with these guys, and one not taken lightly, but Dan just couldn't get away. I felt bad for him, because I know what this trip meant to him. As a way to restore his mood, I offered to cook for him whatever tailgate party foods he wished, while we watched the game on TV at home.

His friends may be away, but mine were close by, so I invited Cassie and Laura to come over and watch the game with us. Besides, I usually end up cooking way more food than the two of us can eat, so why not make our own tailgate party a little bigger. As an added bonus, I provided all of us girls with official team jerseys that Dan had collected over the years. Once we changed into them, he had his own private cheering section.

Dan took the drink orders, while we loaded up our plates for the pre-game festivities. I wanted some wine, while Cassie and Laura challenged Dan to make, by his own admission, the world's best Cosmopolitans. There were also plenty of Dan's favorite lager and ale on ice.

Way too many calories later, and perhaps a bit too much alcohol, the teams were ready for kickoff. As the ball sailed off the tee, Laura asked Dan how much he had wagered on the game.

"Nothing," he replied. "We usually place little bets on all sorts of things as the day and game progress. Since I'm not there, I don't have a stake in it today."

"Well where's the fun in that?" Laura chided. "Nothing like the fear of losing your shirt to really keep you focused on the game."

"Losing your shirt?" Cassie laughed. "What game are we watching – football or strip poker?"

"Unfortunately, looks like just football for now," Laura sighed.

"We could combine the two," I offered, surprising everyone, including myself, as soon as I said it.

"Just what do you have in mind, Shannon," Laura cooed.

"I think I'm afraid to find out," echoed Cassie, as Dan just sat there with a wicked, evil grin on his face.

"Forget it," I backpedaled. "It's the Cabernet talking."

Laura was having none of that. "Hey, we're all over 21," she giggled. "Why not have a little extra fun? What were you going to say?"

I looked closely at each of my companions. Laura had a mischievous glint in her eyes. Cassie, although trying to look reluctant, was biting her lip expectantly. Dan was sitting perfectly still, as if the slightest move or even a breath would ruin the moment. I swear he was whispering, 'oh please, oh please, oh please.' It wouldn't be the first time I threw caution to the wind and likely not the last either, so I drained my wine glass and laid out my plan.

"The game is too long to do anything sustainable throughout," I started. "But it is broken up into quarters. Why don't we all just pick which team we think will be ahead at the end of each quarter? If you're right, you keep your clothes on. If you're wrong, you take off one item of clothing each time. Just to make it a little more fun, we'll add the teams being tied as a third choice. We write all our choices down now, so there's no squabbling later. Anybody wants out at anytime and the whole thing's off – no hard feelings."

"Now that's a game I can get into," Laura exclaimed. "Where's a pen and some paper?" she said, as she stood and began searching the end tables.

"I'm in," Cassie offered, as she drained her drink. "Dan, mix me another before I lose my nerve."

"Right away," he replied and quickly set about his task. "You know I'm in," he added. "No guy would ever turn down that game."

Laura took down all our predictions as Dan replenished everyone's drinks. All that was left was to watch the game and count down the minutes. The teams battled back and forth and we cheered and screamed through the first quarter. At the end, the teams were tied. Dan and I had guessed correctly. Cassie and Laura each picked that a different team would be ahead, but both lost.

Cassie fidgeted a little in her seat but then smiled brightly. Reaching under her jersey, she wriggled out of her bra and tossed it on the end table.

"Ha!" she exclaimed. "Nobody said it had to be an outer layer first. Did they?"

"Nope," answered Laura, "but it is more fun that way." She shucked her jersey in one deft motion and set it atop Cassie's bra on the table. Her marvelous breasts were on now on display, encased in a delicate, lacey bra that left nothing to the imagination. Her dark areolas were clearly visible through the detailed netting of the cups. Anyone glancing below Dan's beltline would also clearly see that he was enjoying the game much more at home than he ever could in the stadium.

The second quarter ended with Laura and Dan winning, but Cassie and I lost. I joined Laura in her bra top look, while Cassie pulled another surprise. She slipped her jeans off and added them to the pile of clothes. At 5' 3" tall, Dan's football jersey was a mid-thigh dress on her. She giggled and congratulated herself on not showing off anything she couldn't show in public. At least not yet, anyway.

Cassie was the only winner at the end of the third quarter. Dan made a big show of losing his shirt. The sight of his bare chest always sends a chill through me, and I could tell my friends liked it too. I added my jeans to the pile and did a slow 'runway turn' to show off my matching underthings. I expected a similar show from Laura, when much to my surprise her bra was added to the clothes pile.

"It's not like that bra was hiding anything anyway," she said. "At least now they're comfortable." Comfortable was one description for them. Outstanding and breathtaking were others. I found myself looking more at them than at the TV for the rest of the game.

The game came down to the final drive, and at the end not only did our team win, but so did Dan and I. Cassie gave a shrug and laughed as she relieved herself of her thong and added it to the pile. Still wearing Dan's jersey, but nothing else, she triumphantly held her hands aloft for not having to show anything.

"Glad my strategy paid off," Laura chimed as she unbuttoned the waistband of her shorts. "I was hoping to get out of these too." When her shorts hit the floor, so did Dan's jaw. Laura stood before us completely nude. "No law say's you have to wear panties." We all took in her toned form as she stood with her hands on her hips. Firm breasts, hardened nipples, flat tummy, and a completely shaved mound came together to take our breath away.

"Dan, my drink's empty. Any chance I can get filled up?" she asked, offering him her glass. He stumbled his way to the bar, never quite looking at her, but never quite taking his eyes from her either. "Might as well bring one for everybody," she added. "One game's over, but another is about to begin."

"Laura," I whispered. "What are you up to?"

"Hey," she whispered back. "The game was your idea. I'm just playing all the way to the end." Turning to Cassie she said, "You, my dear, look very alluring in that 'dress', but I'll just bet you're totally yummy out of it." With one big motion, Laura pulled the jersey from Cassie's thighs straight up over her head and tossed it on the pile.

"Hmmmmmmmmm," Laura growled. "Even better than I imagined."

Cassie's slightly disheveled locks framed her lovely face. Her pert 32 B's jutted proudly from her chest, the nipples hard and long enough to drape a hand towel from them. Her small frame was dotted with perspiration from anticipation and excitement; several shiny beads intermingled in her perfectly sculpted mound.

Laura's voice chiming, "Your turn," brings me out of my staring at Cassie as I feel her unclasp the front hook of my bra. She swiftly slips her hand inside the cups and releases my 34 C's from their lair. The shoulder straps are simultaneously dragged from their perch, Laura firmly tracing her fingers down my upper arms as she does so. A wry smile and a wink from Laura and I begin to slide out of my panties, all the while admiring the grin on Cassie's lovely face and the blush beginning to redden her cheeks.

Dan must have been watching the whole time. When he returned with the next round of drinks, he was just as undressed as we were, and was sporting a formidable erection.

"To Game Two!" he proclaimed, raising his glass in the air. We all echoed his toast and drank eagerly. 

Laura, to no one's surprise, moved first. Turning toward Cassie, she cupped her face in her hands and planted an ardent kiss on her lips. Cassie reciprocated fully and her hands drifted to Laura's firm, perfectly heart-shaped ass. Laura, in kind, dropped her hands and gave Cassie's tight, rounded bottom a full squeeze. Without breaking their embrace or their kiss, Laura guided Cassie backwards over the arm of the sofa. Her back on the cushions and her legs over the arm, Cassie's charms were now prominently displayed to us all.

Laura took almost no time to exclaim, "Pardon us, won't you?" and began to place soft, moist kisses down Cassie's supple body. I watched intently as she maneuvered herself from Cassie's neck, to her breasts, down her stomach until her mouth came to rest on her shimmering sex. Cassie gasped loudly as Laura's lips closed around her labia. Only then did I realize that Dan had positioned himself behind me and, reaching around, was vigorously massaging my breasts.

"Before we get all too involved," Laura said, reluctantly releasing Cassie's prize from her lips. "Take the velvet pouch from my bag and put its contents to good use. Please!" She quickly set her tongue firmly against Cassie's wonder button and ground against it in earnest.

Reaching into her bag, I quickly found the pouch. Inside was a long, double headed, flexible silicone cock and a bottle of lube. I showed it to Dan. Arched eyebrows and a Cheshire cat grin told me he approved. Grasping his own cock, he tapped my moist sex with it to hint at what I should do next. I thought to myself, we'd gotten this far, so what's the point in stopping? So I didn't.

Placing a generous amount of lube on each end of the dildo, I slipped one end into Laura as she was still bent over the sofa arm devouring Cassie. A loud moan of approval greeted its entry, and then she redoubled her oral assault. Cassie's little shriek was counted as a vote in favor and she arched up to intensify Laura's efforts. 

I rubbed the other end of the dual ended cock against my own pleasure nub a few times before plunging it as deep as I could into my sex. It took only a few thrusts before my knees weakened and bent in response. Laura wriggled her lovely ass back at me, driving her half as deep into her vault as it could go.

"Can I take a turn?" Dan asked, reaching down and rubbing my clit while I ground the pliant shaft in and out of myself.

"Seems a waste to let this end go unused," I teased. "What's a girl to do?"

Spanking my ass lightly, he then gestured to Laura's. She was still simultaneously feasting on Cassie's treats and grinding her end of the dildo inside herself. I smeared the combination of my juices and the lube from my end of the dildo against Laura's rosebud. Gentle pressure against it brought a high pitched sigh from Laura. Her breathing rate increased as did the force of her tongue. Cassie's moans were beginning to blend with Laura's and my clit throbbed in response to their song. Inch by inch I glided the second half of the silicone cock into Laura's ass. As I doubled her up, Dan filled me with his own rigid, throbbing shaft.

We made quite the portrait. Cassie lying on her back over the arm of the sofa, arching up as Laura hungrily feasted on her clit. Laura's nude body bent over Cassie while I was manually double penetrating her with a two headed cock and Dan eagerly fucking me standing doggie style. Our "big game" was building to its own conclusion.

In very short order, Cassie was the first to cum. Laura's unrelenting oral massage culminated in a boisterous outburst from her. Clutching her hands to her breasts she squeezed; her joyful gasps resounding in our ears.

Laura came almost immediately after she heard and felt Cassie climax. Her knees buckled and I could feel her muscles clamping on the dildo that was still firm in my grasp. She furiously rubbed herself, working every little contraction out of her clit. Once she was fully spent, she collapsed onto the sofa and lay next to Cassie.

Watching two sexy women cum had a predictable effect. Dan's thrusts became more forceful and quick. I could feel his cock start to swell inside me. I squeezed his shaft inside me as hard as I could, and he grasped my hips even more firmly. He bucked and grunted and I felt the first blast fill me. My own orgasm built quickly in response and crashed over me in two waves, first in my clit and then throughout my quaking slot.

Rhythmically he continued to shoot his warm, white prize into me. Each thrust drove some of the previous blast out of my slot and soon my legs were just dripping with moisture.

As Dan and I sat on the couch next to them, Laura ran a finger up my inner thigh. She sucked on her finger, savoring our combined cum, and then deeply kissed Cassie.

"What do say Cass?" she teased. "Isn't that the best drink Dan's mixed all night, or what?"



The Big Game



My wife Joanne and I have a set of friends that we have known since college, that we are still very close with. The four couples get together at least once a month, and our kids all play together as well. We have a tradition every year for the Super Bowl that the guys rotate turns hosting a Super Bowl party, and the girls go for a Vegas weekend. This year was my year to host the Super Bowl party. Unfortunately for my wife, Joanne, she got stuck having to go on a last minute business trip and would be unable to participate in the girl's trip to Vegas.

She arrived home from her trip a couple of hours before kickoff as I was scrambling around trying to get everything set up for the party. I knew she was tired from her trip, and yet she jumped right in and helped me with the preparations. As she put together snacks and the buffet style food, I couldn't help but marvel at her energy. She was about 5' 5 with long auburn hair. We are all in our thirties now, so she doesn't have the body that she had in college, but she still invoked stares with her 36 C breasts and tight ass. Just before Matt, Ryan and Justin arrived she headed upstairs to change into a pair of blue jeans and a jersey.

The guys all expressed their regrets that she wasn't able to make the trip with their wives, and we all laughed at the drunken voicemails the guys had been receiving all weekend. As game time approached, she took on the role of perfect hostess. She refilled drinks, passed out more snacks, and surprisingly made sure the shots were flowing. We all had a good buzz on by kickoff, and were already on our way to sloppy midway through the first quarter. I could tell as the guys got more and more drunk, they had a harder time concentrating on the game as they seemed to spend more and more time watching Joanne as she walked through the room serving as our hostess. Although this violated the agreement to have a woman here at the Super Bowl party, it didn't seem like the guys minded. I was getting hammered myself, but it seemed to me that as Joanne got drunker, she seemed to be encouraging the guy's attention. It didn't really fit her personality, but she seemed to be posing and lingering in provocative positions, like she was flirting with the group. I discounted this as the liquor talking, but realized she was horny when at the start of the second quarter, she sat on my lap for a minute, before turning my face towards her and kissing me passionately in full view of all the guys. As out tongues played around each other's mouths, I could hear the guys snickering.

Joanne got up to go get another round of shots, and as I adjusted myself to make my hard on more comfortable, Ryan leaned over and said, "Don't worry, we'll leave as soon as the game is over so you can get down to business." Joanne walked back into the room just as he finished saying it, holding another round of shots and a fresh bottle. "Oh, don't worry about us. You guys are welcome to stay as long as you like. I want you boys to enjoy yourselves tonight." The five of us did another shot, and Joanne immediately poured another.

"The food's been really great," Justin told her. "Thanks for being such a great hostess for the party. Maybe we should have the wife of whoever's turn it is always stay home to help."

"I hope you boys aren't done yet. I have a special surprise for you all at halftime." With that, we did another shot, and she went upstairs. We all agreed that this had been the best Super Bowl party yet. The game got interesting, and I didn't notice that Joanne hadn't been around for awhile until the first half was nearly over. I poured another round of shots in anticipation of the "surprise." 

"Do you think that the surprise is that she passed out?" asked Matt. 

"I'm guessing she made us some kind of cake, or a desert of some sorts," I said, wondering what she had up her sleeve. Never in my wildest dreams could I have guessed what she had in store for us. 

As the first half ended, I heard her walk towards the room. All of a sudden, the radio turned on to some dance music. We were all startled and looked over to the stereo, and when we turned back, she was standing in the doorway. All four of us said "Wow!" at the same time. She was holding the remote for the stereo in her hand, but nobody cared about that. She had changed into her "Naughty Nurse" lingerie, and I could tell she was looking at me for approval before she continued. We had talked before about her desire to be fucked by more than one guy at once, and had even joked about maybe inviting one of the guys over for a night, but I had always assumed that was just a fantasy that would never become reality. That was about to change. I nodded to her, and she smiled and walked into the room.

She wore a pair of six inch heels, and to accent her red and white uniform, she had decided to put on a pair of red fishnet pantyhose. The uniform was a short skirt that came to just below her pussy, a halter top and little headpiece. I could see the outline of her red pushup bra make her breasts stand at attention. She looked amazing. She slowly came into the room as the guys stared with unhidden, slack-jawed lust, walked over to where I had arranged the shots, threw hers down her throat, and winked at us and said "Surprise!" She passed the rest of the shots out, and we dutifully did ours. None of the guys wanted to say a word, for fear of disrupting the spell. She turned around to pour another shot, and with her back towards us bent over to pour another round. As the skirt rose up over her tight ass, it became clear that she wasn't wearing any panties under the fishnets. 

As she poured the shots, the guys looked at me, as if for permission. "Well, she did say she wanted you to enjoy yourselves," I said.

She passed out another round of shots, and we did them. She started swaying in time to the music, and then moved over to Ryan and proceeded to give him a lap dance. I had never seen Joanne like this, and it turned me on to no end to watch my hot wife grind her fishnet clad pussy on one of my best friend's hard cock. After the song ended, she moved on to Justin, grinded on him for a song, and the moved on to Matt. Finally it was my turn, and she dutifully performed for me. She stayed on me for a second song (husband's privilege, apparently), and during the second song, I undid her halter top. The guys were staring at her boobs as I undid her bra, and applauded when it fell to the ground. I played with her nipples for a moment, and that turned her on so much one of her hands slid down her body, raised her skirt exposing her wet pussy, slid inside her hose and started fingering her clit. She had one arm around my head for support, was grinding her ass on my dick while I squeezed her nipple in front of my three best friends, and fingered herself like she hadn't come in years. As the second song ended, I noticed that Ryan had pulled out his cock and was stroking it in time to Joanne's motion. She crawled over to the bottle, took a swig right from it, turned to me, smiled and said, "This is better than a football game, right?"

She continued crawling over to Ryan, and licked her lips as she neared his 8", ample cock. He looked a little scared, like he didn't know what she was capable of, but kept slowly stroking his cock. She put her hand on his, and stopped him from playing with himself. She gave it a lick from base to tip, stroked it herself a couple of time, and then proceeded to place it in between her breasts, and slowly started titty fucking him. He closed his eyes and let his head drop to the back of the couch behind him, clearly in ecstasy. She started picking up her tempo, occasionally licking the head of his cock when it was near her mouth. Justin and Matt got over their shock that this was going to be more than just a lap dance and a show, and quickly took off their pants as well. Matt's cock seemed to be longer than Ryan's, probably 10 or 11 inches, but was very thin. Justin's was only around six or seven inches, but was nearly thick around as a beer bottle. I wondered if they would try to fuck my wife in front of me, but they got on either side of her head, and pointed their cocks at her mouth. She did her best to take turns swallowing them, but with her hands holding her breasts wrapped around Ryan's cock, she was having troubles. Ryan grabbed a hold of her nipples, and squeezed her tits around his prick, allowing her to stroke and suck the cocks of our other friends. My wife and I have always had hot, wild sex, but watching her pleasure three of my friends almost made me come in my pants without event touching myself.

I watched for a while, and then decided to get in on the act. I got down on the floor behind her. I rubbed my hands over her nylon clad legs and ass, and the started working on taking off her pantyhose and heels. When I got them off, I started rubbing her already soaking wet pussy. She started grinding hard on my hand, and forced a couple of my fingers inside of her. I lay on the ground underneath her, and positioned her slit on top of my face. She started to grind her pelvic bone down me quickly, and I could hear her say, "Alright boys, I want the three of you to come on my tits while I sit on my husbands face." I could hear their grunting start to increase, and one by one I heard them moan in orgasm. After the last one finished, she pressed down hard on my mouth, fingered her clit the fastest I have ever seen her as my tongue darted between her lips as I tried to match her speed. Her whole body shook in a powerful orgasm, and she dismounted me and lay down on her back. Her flushed tits were drenched in come, and some had splashed on what was left on her of her uniform and onto her face. She rubbed the cum around her tits, until they were covered in glistening, sticky man juice.

"Honey, I know you haven't come yet. Why don't you come over here and come in my mouth." I knelt down beside her face, and she proceeded to take my entire 8" all the way down her throat. I could tell her cock sucking skills were all good and warmed up. As her nose tickled my pubic hairs, she held my cock in her mouth until she started to gag. She started milking my cock with her hand, and kept moving up and down my shaft. Ryan, always the leader of the group had started eating her pussy. Someone had gone to get a towel to clean her up, and when that was done, Matt and Justin started sucking on and playing with her breasts. Seeing the three of them service her was more than I could take, and as I came she swallowed done every last drop of my orgasm.

I leaned back against the couch to recover and watch the show. Ryan had worked two fingers into her pussy, and she was back to sucking on Justin's thick cock while jacking off Matt. Matt then moved Ryan out of the way, and started tasting my wife's sweet juices. She hadn't had Ryan's cock all the way in her mouth yet, and so took that in. Justin took a break and sat on the floor next to me. "That's some wife you got there."

She was now licking Ryan's balls as Matt continued to eat her out. I went back over to her and started to rub my cock all over her face. She took turns licking my balls and Ryan's. Matt came back up to her face, and we took turns shoving our pricks into her mouth. Justin took his turn eating her pussy, and she had a special request of him. "I want you to finger my ass," she said as she gulped for air in between cocks.

We've had anal sex regularly for years, and I know how much she gets off on it. Up to this point, I had just figured we would all fuck around, but she wouldn't let anyone fuck her. Now I knew that this was going all the way. He pushed her legs up, exposing her tight, puckered asshole to him. He spit on her hole a couple of times, fingered her pussy again to get some more natural lube on his finger, and slowly pushed his finger into her backdoor. She paused from sucking off our three cocks at once to moan in delight as his finger entered her. It only took a couple of his slow, deep thrusts until she once again was able to take us all on. She slurped away happily for another couple of minutes. She then ordered Justin to lie down on his back. He complied, and she crawled over to him. She crawled up the length of his body, rubbing her tits and pussy on him as she went. She reached down, stroked his manhood a couple of times, and slid her pussy down the length of his shaft. "I wanted you all to come one time before I let you start fucking me because I want you to fuck me long and hard and deep." She played the part of the slutty, sex-starved nurse to a tee.

She bounced up down on Justin's cock, and looked around at the rest of us. "Justin, grab my ass and spread it wide open. I want Matt to fuck my ass." Justin spread her wide, and Matt looked at me one more time for assurances. 

"Go ahead," I reassured him. "My wife is a horny little whore. Go ahead and treat her like one." He practically ran over to her exposed brown hole, pointed the tip of his long cock at it, and waited for her to push back down onto him. Justin started bucking his hips, helping her ease on to Matt's long dick. 

She kept bucking and moaning, and repeating, "Fuck me like a whore. I'm a whore. Fuck me like a whore. Fuck both of my holes." Ryan and I were certainly enjoying the show, and wondering when we would get to violate my wife. She had taken the entire length of Matt's cock into her ass, and he and Justin were fucking her hard. I could see the juices running down her leg like a river. 

"I want to come in you mouth," Matt said. I waited to see what happened. He repeated his request. Joanne had always been disgusted by the ass to mouth scenes we watched together in pornos, so I was shocked when she agreed. 

"Yeah, I want to suck my ass cum off of you long hard cock. I'm your little whore. Do whatever you want to me." I just wish that I had set up a video camera. 

Justin said, "I want to fuck you ass, whore." He and Matt pulled out of her, and I think she came as they did. She had Justin lay on his back, and squatted over him. I didn't think she would be able to take his thick cock into her tight rear end, but she was spread open enough at this point to fuck him balls deep in just a few thrusts. 

As she slid her asshole up and down his cock, Matt stood next to her face and commanded her to "Lick my cock clean of your ass juices, whore." 

She proceeded to deep throat him, and said she loved sucking cock. "My ass tastes so good on your long hard cock." I was watching my wife getting fucked in the ass by one friend, and deep throating another. I told Ryan he had better get in there and fuck her good. I couldn't believe that my wife was about to be triple teamed by my best friends, but as Ryan got into position, she grabbed his ass and practically shoved him all the way into her pussy. The three of them were just abusing her, fucking her hard and deep like she had said she wanted. My wife was a sex crazed fiend, and I was getting to watch her get fucked like a porn star. 

Matt started to tense up, and announced, "I'm about to come. I'm going to come on your face, whore!" He started jacking off, and she opened her mouth for the pop shot, just like in the movies. He grunted, and started spraying my wife's face with a huge load of jizz. It was all over her eyes, nose, cheeks and forehead, and she scooped it up on her fingers, and swallowed it all, licking her fingers clean. Ryan and Justin were still taking turns ramming their cocks as far up her ass and pussy as they would go, and watching her act like such a cum slut was too much for Justin. He tensed up and deposited his load deep in her ass. As he collapsed on the ground, she asked Ryan to stop for a second. 

She rolled off of Justin, and got down in her favorite anal position; face down, ass up. "I want you to fuck my ass, too," she ordered Ryan. He knelt behind her, and slid right into her stretched out ass. I couldn't believe that all three of them had their cocks up my wife's ass! She started fingering her clit, and stared directly into my eyes. Ryan picked up his tempo, and she started screaming in pleasure. 

"Her asshole is coming! I can feel it orgasming on my cock!" he shouted. He thrust in three more time, and the came with his cock shoved balls deep in her ass. Still staring at me, she screamed in pleasure as the most powerful orgasm I had ever seen her have wracked her entire body. She sighed contentedly, and blew me a kiss.

Fully satisfied, covered in come, with all of her holes fucked, she poured another round of shots, and we all toasted the best Super Bowl ever. She went upstairs to get cleaned up before saying goodnight to the boys. As she kissed them all goodnight, she assured them that she wouldn't tell their wives, and that maybe in the future, she would arrange to have last minute business trips always pop up before the Super Bowl. She then took me to bed, gave me another earth shattering blowjob, and said she hoped I had fun at the party.



The Big Game



Her college team was playing a big game tonight and like plenty of other students she couldn't afford to make the trip. Her sorority had been invited to several parties to watch the game but she had turned them all down. It was a late game and she had an early class the next day. Vickie still planned on watching the game, but at home. 

Unfortunately, she already knew how the evening would go and was in no hurry to get home. Her mom would drink until she passed out, then Vickie and her dad would watch the game on their big screen television in the basement. Her mom was the reason she could never invite her friends over, Vickie never knew how her mom would be from one day to the next and it wasn't something the family advertised.

Having already delayed getting home as much as she could, Vickie reluctantly went in the house. She discovered that mom was already well on her way to getting drunk. "Hi mom, I'm home."

"Where have you been?"

"I just got done with class." 

"You came right home?"

"Yes mom." A couple of nights a week she would stay at her sorority, but she had to prearrange those with her dad so he could head off her mom. She would stay at her sorority Mihi Pro Solvo on the weekends. That was when she could escape her mom for a little while and have some fun. During the week she usually came home so she could take care of her dad and try to share some time with him.

"Good, I don't want you fooling around and getting pregnant."

Vickie could feel her face burning; she hated her mom being this way. She and her dad had urged her mom to get help; obviously it wasn't going to happen. Her mom had been this way for years and Vickie was actually surprised that her dad hadn't left a long time ago. At 21 she felt that she deserved better than this, but kept trying to hang on the positive things.

"Go change. I don't feel good, so you'll have to fix supper tonight."

"Okay mom." Vickie headed to her room to change her clothes. She had learned a long time ago not to argue when her mom was in that condition. Besides, fixing supper was not something new for her.

Dan pulled into the drive and turned off the car. He was pretty sure what he would find and just sat there trying to get the courage to go in. Helen had never really been a drinker until their son had gotten killed in a car wreck, now drinking was all that she did. That had been over three years ago and his wife had never gotten over it. Alcohol was the only way she could deal with the pain. 

Taking a deep breath, he got out of the car and walked to his front door. Opening it, he saw that he was in store for another evening of her passing out. "I'm home dear."

"Great, fool around with anyone yet?"

Dan knew better than to get into it with her again. Besides, she wouldn't remember it the next day anyway. He sniffed the air, "Something smells good."

"Don't blame me if it sucks."

Dan hurried to the kitchen knowing he would find his daughter there. Vickie was the only reason he still came home at the end of the day. Nah, he was only fooling himself; he still came home for his wife too. He remembered how Helen had been; a sweet and caring person and he missed that woman very much.

Vickie turned around long enough to see who was coming in, "Hi dad."

"It's a good thing that you like to cook."

She nodded that she understood, "It'll be ready soon."

Dan headed for the bedroom to change. He was relieved that Helen hadn't gone there. They had stopped having sex a long time ago. Occasionally she would remember and would try to come onto him. Then they would get into an argument when he refused. He could barely stomach her smell, getting turned on was out of the question. Most nights she would pass out in the house somewhere. When she did it in their bedroom, he would sleep in another room.

After he changed, he headed back to the kitchen. His daughter was the one thing in his life that still gave his spirit a lift. "When's the game?"

She didn't look around, but kept her attention on the stove. "It starts at 9 o'clock something about the west coast people seeing it." She turned her head and gave her dad a pleading stare, "It's almost done, you want to get mom?"

He knew Vickie avoided Helen as much as he did. "Sure, I'll get her."

She breathed a sigh of relief, "Thanks dad." Vickie always fixed enough food for all three of them even though most nights her mom didn't eat anything. Vickie had mixed emotions about it too. She worried about her mom not eating and always felt guilty at the relief she experienced when her mother didn't show up at the table. She wanted to be with her dad and supper was one of the few chances where father and daughter could have some normal time.

When her dad showed up with her mom, Vickie gave a quick glance to find out which type of supper they would be having. The first one was where her mom actually ate. The second one was where her mom didn't come at all. She realized that it was going to be the third type of family supper, and the most common one that they had. She and her dad would eat and her mom would sit and keep drinking. She started placing the food on the table, "Dad, you want to get the drinks?" 

Helen mumbled, "Nothing for me."

Bringing two drinks to the table, Dan had figured that Helen wouldn't want anything. All he and Vickie could do now was not talk unless they had to, and hope for the best. But tonight they were worried about nothing; Helen just sat and drank without saying a word.

A supper in silence left both father and daughter feeling robbed of some pleasant time together. After supper her dad got her mom out of the kitchen, Vickie cleaned up the dishes and figured that she had the better deal. With the dishes finished, she headed to her room to study until the game started, and to avoid her mom. 

Vickie got ready for bed early so that she could make a quick getaway from her mom after the game was over. Her mom wouldn't bother her if she thought Vickie was going to go to bed. Wearing panties and the oversized tee-shirt that she slept in, she waited until right before game time and headed for the basement.

The basement had a sofa, one recliner a few tables and a big screen television. She found her dad in the recliner and her mom was lying on the sofa. Vickie had expected to share the sofa with her mom while trying to stay as far away from her as possible, "Mom, can you move over so that I can sit down?"

"Go find someplace else." Helen had said it with her head down into the sofa cushion and father and daughter barely heard what she had said.

Dan figured that his wife was sprawled out on the sofa. He also saw the 'what am I going to do' look on his daughter's face. He started to say the word 'honey' but stopped - he definitely didn't want his wife to come over. "Vickie, if you aren't too old, you can sit on my lap."

Vickie giggled and headed for her dad, "I'm not too old." But, she was self-conscious because she wasn't wearing a whole lot. Standing the shirt came down to the middle of her thigh. On the sofa there was a blanket that she could have covered up with. Her sitting on his lap would let her dad see way more than she was comfortable with. Her heart and brain were in conflict. She could go back and watch the game on the television in her bedroom and it wouldn't matter how she was dressed but she really wanted to be with her dad.

Vickie climbed onto his lap and sat sideways on him, trying to keep her shirt pulled down as best as she could. At first she was embarrassed and kept pulling the shirt tail down. But, after the game started she was more concerned with what was happening with the game than what she was wearing. She was with the players at every steal and pass, and kept trying to make the shots for them. She was also very vocal about the officiating. "That was a bad call."

Dan agreed, "That wasn't a foul." Vickie had moved around as the game progressed and had caused him to feel things he hadn't felt in some time. It was especially uncomfortable because even though this was his daughter, she was also a nice looking woman. As he became more and more turned on, he couldn't help but notice her smooth legs and what was barely concealed under what she was wearing.

Vickie turned her head towards him, "I want us to win but not that way, the ref's just need to call a fair game." She became worried when she saw his face - 

Helen called from the sofa, "Shut up over there."

-and whispered, "Are you all right?" He didn't say anything but he did nod. She went right back to being involved in the game but kept nervously glancing at him between plays. He wasn't all right, and she knew it. "Dad what's wrong?"

Dan really didn't know how to answer; this was his daughter for crying out loud. "Maybe you should go and watch the game in your room."

Vickie sucked in her breath; it felt like she had been stabbed in the heart, "But dad I want to be with you."

Great, Dan was now embarrassed and miserable. He was turned on by his own daughter and now, on top of it all, he had hurt her. "Honey I want to be with you too...but maybe you shouldn't be sitting on me like this."

Then she realized what the matter was. In her enthusiasm for the game Vickie had totally missed that her dad had gotten hard. Now that she had stopped helping the players make baskets and bouncing everywhere, she realized what was going on. Her face getting hot with embarrassment, she couldn't look at him. How could she not feel what was happening to him? 

Neither father nor daughter moved as they continued to watch the game. Both were feeling things they normally wouldn't, at least not with each other. As her father, Dan knew he should be the one to say something, "Honey, it isn't your fault. It's just been a long time - I'm sorry."

Vickie was mortified; even though it really wasn't anyone's fault it was still making both of them uncomfortable. She realized that her dad was right; it probably had been a long time for him. She was shocked; she had given her own dad an erection. A little voice in her head was telling her to simply get up and leave the room. Another part of her brain was telling her something else and she was reluctant to move off of him. Innocent accident or not, other feelings were slowly taking over. Even if it was through their clothes, now that she knew, her brain wouldn't let her feel anything else. His erection rubbing against her and was making a charge run through her entire body. 

Instead of getting up, Vickie simply lay back against him and pretended to watch the game as all sorts of feelings ran through her. Like plenty of other girls, she had fantasized about having sex with her father but she had never thought to actually do anything. Now that she knew that he was hard because of her, it was the only thing that she could concentrate on. 

Sitting on him sideways with her legs across him, Vickie had spent the first few minutes of the game pulling down her shirt every now and then. After she had gotten into the game, it had taken a break in the action for her to notice it. She stretched her legs, this time letting her shirt ride up on purpose. Making sure her panties were showing, she innocently went back to watching the television.

Dan couldn't keep his mind on the game anymore, and felt more and more uncomfortable with his daughter being on him. "Um honey, maybe you should get off of me." He was puzzled that she wasn't going ballistic or something because of what was happening. But, she didn't seem to be in a hurry to change anything. "Honey, I really need you to move."

In her position the bulge in his pants was rubbing mostly against her butt, but that slight contact was radiating all though her. Vickie kept glancing over at the sofa but couldn't hear her mom moving around. Her mind had gone wild with the idea and a warm feeling had started between her legs. She wondered if he would like to take it further and used her hands on the arms of the chair to steady herself, "I always want to do what my daddy tells me, so I guess I'll move." 

Turning to face him, she spread her legs and placed them on the outside of his legs. Vickie maneuvered until the bulge in his jeans was pressing against the crotch of her panties. The warm feeling had made her wet and this position made her pussy come into contact with the bulge in his jeans with very little clothing separating them. She started playfully moving around on top of him realizing that if her mom sat up it would definitely not look innocent.

Dan sucked in his breath as he felt her grinding on top of him. "A...mm...ah...honey..." His daughter was sending a magical feeling through him and he found himself unable to make a complete sentence. 

Vickie felt really strange. Before this she would have never done anything with her dad and now she wanted him in the worst way. Leaning against him, she gently placed her lips to his neck, and asked as innocently as she could, "Yes daddy?" 

Dan had no real willpower to stop. Even if it was his daughter, she wanted him and he wanted her. His cock needed to be released from his jeans, he was hard and it was uncomfortable being confined. Sliding his hands under her, he undid his belt, and fumbled around unsnapping his jeans and opening the zipper. Finally pushing them open, he reached under his underwear and released his aching cock. Dan wrapped his arms around his daughter and kissed her soft lips. When he felt her reacting he slipped his tongue through her slightly parted lips. 

Vickie let her tongue play, even as she felt his hard cock against her thighs. Slipping her hand down between her legs, she wrapped her fingers around it.

Vickie was so soft and yielding on top of him. Her fingers were slim and cool as she played with him. He ran his hands over her shirt front feeling the firm breasts beneath. Keeping his lips pressed to hers, he pulled her shirt up.

"Mm, yes daddy," she softly moaned as he started to play with her nipples. She pressed his hard cock against her pussy now separated only by her panties.

Dan hadn't had any sex except his hand for a long time. He hoped that his daughter really wanted this because he wasn't sure he was able to stop. She was rubbing his cockhead against her panties and he could feel the heat from her pussy.

Vickie kept softly moaning as she kept playing. She had never done stuff like this before. She'd had sex but this playing around was taking the heat she was feeling to a whole new level.

Dan knew he had to change what they were doing, or he would cum. Finally he pushed her back. Her nipples were a dark red and standing out hard and proud. In this position he could reach both her breasts. He bent down and licked. When he heard her suck in her breath, he let her whole nipple into his mouth and gently sucked. 

Vickie loved having her nipples sucked and steadied herself by wrapping her arms around his neck. Her dad kept switching between them and it felt wonderful. After a few minutes she felt her dad's fingers under her panties and was nervous in anticipation. He gently played with her pubic hair and it tickled a little, then he moved his hand between her legs. 

Dan knew that she wanted him to continue and it was such a turn on. He was enjoying himself and he liked her little moans as he caressed her pussy. 

"Mm," She gave the sofa a nervous glance as he gently slid one finger inside of her. "Ah," she closed her eyes to the pleasure. He was leaving his finger in and using his thumb to rub her clit. She held the sides of his face, rose up, and put one of her nipples to his mouth. 

Hearing Helen make a noise they both froze, waiting to see if they needed to stop. As their passion had grown, both father and daughter had forgotten that another person was in the basement with them. Finally, Vickie relaxed because it was a false alarm. Her lips found her dad's again, reaching between her legs she started stroking his cock.

Dan let her play for a few minutes. He couldn't wait any longer; he just had to be inside of her, "Honey, I need you."

Vickie didn't know how long she'd had these feelings for her dad, but she did know that she wanted him just as bad as he wanted her. Her answer was to hop off of the chair and take her shirt and panties off. Then she climbed back on him. Placing her legs on the outside of his, she used her hand to guide his hard cock to her pussy. When she had the head just barely inside of her, she let her weight down. "Ah" his hard cock slid inside of her. "Ah," a little at a time, "Ah." 

Dan sighed, "Mm." He never thought he'd be doing this with his daughter.

Vickie left him in deep just enjoying the feeling of it. Then she started rocking forward-and-backward making his cock slide in and out.

Dan closed his eyes to the pleasure. Her pussy was hugging his hard cock and her body felt so right.

Vickie liked to be more vocal with her lovemaking but knew she couldn't. It was risky enough just doing anything with her mom in the basement with them. But, somehow the risk of getting caught was adding some spice to what they were doing. The pleasure from between her legs flowed through her.

The basement was filled with the sounds of the basketball game and the soft sounds of their sex. Vickie alternated the movement of her hips, so that his cock hit different places inside of her. Grinding into him made her clit smoosh between them.

It felt as if his cock was surrounded by pure softness. Her leg muscles were tanned and toned. Her movements were fluid and graceful as she rode him. He could see her breasts bouncing to the rhythm and he couldn't resist playing with them. 

With her arms around his shoulders for balance, she raised herself off of him a little so that his mouth could reach her breasts better. She saw his mouth move toward her nipple. "Ooh," his sucking her nipples was making her light headed. She loved the delicious feeling it was producing in her and tried to continue to fuck him as best she could in that position. 

After a little while, Vickie felt him push her away, his hands sliding between them. Then she felt his hands under her butt. Her eyes went wide as he lifted her up in the air.

Using his elbows on the armrests of the recliner, Dan held her up with his hands. Lowering and raising her up and down on his hard cock. This position let his cock explore every inch of her pussy. 

He easily slid in and out of her. "Ooo," Vickie didn't have to move, just enjoy her dad doing whatever he pleased. "Ah - Mm," his hard cock was filling her and when he took it almost all of the way out, she just wanted him to hurry and put it back in.

Dan hoped that she was enjoying herself as much as he was. Her young body was begging him to experience her in every way possible. 

Vickie felt him using more force to push her down. The heat he was creating inside of her was threatening to make her explode and she wanted him to keep it up. Her dad holding her in the air was making him rub against new places inside of her. She preferred being on top during sex so she could control how fast, how deep and the angle the guy went in. But this being held in the air and feeling totally helpless had its own pleasurable appeal.

Dan could feel her hot body trying to coax cum from him. Not having anything except for his hand and now this was almost more than he could handle.

Hotter and hotter, her body responded to the waves of pleasure flowing through it. She was close to getting off. Her breathing was labored; trying to keep the sounds down was getting harder and harder.

Dan pushed her down as hard as he could and held her down. He whispered in her ear, "I'm Cumming."

Feeling his cock throbbing deep inside of her, she pictured his cum shooting in her and exploded in an intense orgasm. Father and daughter were lost in the climax of their love making and desperately trying not to make too much noise. Each was experiencing the joy of giving as well as receiving pleasure. Vickie felt her toes curls to the intense pleasure pulsing through her.




The Big Game



Dan kept cumming and cumming. Load after load shot from his cock inside of her. Months of nothing but his hand made his cum explode from him. He let her just sit with his cock in deep, the strength of his arms gone for the moment. 

Vickie laid her head on his shoulder and felt his arms surround her. The only sounds in the basement were the game, and father and daughter trying to catch their breath.

Eventually her brain started working again and she knew she had to get up. Giving him another kiss, she hopped off of him. Grabbing her panties and shirt, she headed for the bathroom. This was their first time but Vickie knew it would not be the last. As she left, she giggled and gave him a loving look. Neither one of them had ever thought they would wind up this way, but now that they had, she couldn't wait to experience him in other ways. Maybe they could make some noise next time.

Vickie got back, sat down on top of him and snuggled together with her dad. As they continue to watch the game, when her team made a shot they would celebrate with a kiss. The team won.



The Big Game Hunter



The elephant rifle was hung on the fleur-de-lis papered wall pointing up the stairs. Its rich mahogany butt was spiraled like a snail house. The blackened metal bolt's surface was rough and ornate at the same time. The whole wood and metal work was very ornate, crafted in hours of hand labor, yet the factory made barrel part was a crude tube. It was my grandfather's, who stoically looked out into the lobby with the chandelier from the oil painting with the heavy frame.

I smelled the black powder residue on the gun -- burnt metal, dirt, a hint of banana, the stink of sulfur -- and dreamt of his adventures in the bush of Africa and the forests of India, as he looked into the distance with his beige safari hat tropical suit. He was always groomed impeccable on the paintings. In person, he was a sweaty, bellied man with his hair tussled, always packing or unpacking for another trip. The country home in Fontainebleau was merely the storage space for his trophies.

And so I walked down the stairs, across the thick carpet made Persia. My hands caressed the multi-colored glass ball made by a Berber prince. Compulsory, I made a move on the true ivory chess board, a family habit of a long running chess game. Whosoever passed the board made the next move. The maid in her black and white uniform watched my reminiscing silently, motionlessly from the distance of the hall. When I was younger, she had admonished me without scruple. She knew that today was another day, a day where she kept her place.

With one hand on each door, I swung open the heavy double door to the circular driveway. The pure and rich air of the famous Fontainebleau forest hit my nostrils. Birds were chirping on the trees that lined the driveway. Three deer and a baby deer with black and white spots were peacefully eating the grass, their wet, black noses diving into the boot deep bouquet of wild flowers. The soft scent of the flowers had a way of clearing the palate. I could taste my saliva cleaner, clearer, freer.

My heart skipped a beat, when I walked up to the tree house. Muscle memory made me sling my foot around the smooth, white, arm-thick branch. As I pulled myself up onto the next branch, my thighs slipped around the branch. My body was larger now, yet the feel of the smooth bark gliding under me and my body twisting was deeply familiar. Reaching the nailed together wood boards, I slid my belly across them. All the dust and dirt rubbed on my clean, white shirt and pleated pants. This is the way it always was. This is the way it had to be.

My father had spent many hours with me laying belly down, chin propped on the palms. He taught me to recognize the woodpecker, the chiffchaff, and the blackcap. Most of all, I liked his hunting stories. All of our family hunted. However, my father was another kind of hunter.

One time, he had travelled to Dakar in Senegal by boat. The harbor was a tangled mess of sail boats. Chests were carried off and onto boats. A camel was patiently re-chewing its food with the jaw lazily grinding left to ride and the big lip hanging out. It was his first sight of a camel. The fur was all messy. Green grass marks were rubbed onto its cheeks, nothing like the clean, picturesque camel paintings.

"Dakar," announced the captain unceremoniously after the deckhand had tied the ship to the land. There was no gangway. My father seized up the jump to the land. The sliver of water beneath the boat and the land was a medley of rotten food, dead fish, and indescribable garbage. The stench filled him with disgust. The common streets of Paris smelled of sweaty armpits and horse shit. The hot African sun had baked and rotted the refuse into a horrific stench.

The harbor street was yellow, hard baked dirt, no pavement. Lines of muscular, black man with twisted cotton loin clothes would carry crates on their head. Their back muscles were thick and strong. Their chests were round pillows of muscle with even blacker nipples. Scrawny poor black men with wilted muscles and squinted eyes were trying to beg and steal from the riches passing by. Occasionally, a black man dressed in purple and golden garment would address the Frenchmen. Pouches of many would change hands with opulent rings with rubies over big smiles. The white Frenchmen in Western clothes were pressed into the throng of people, traders. Since the opening of the second rail road to Bamako, Dakar had become the premier trading post in Africa.

He put his foot on the railing, carefully getting a good grip to push off and onto dry land. His head was dizzy at first, land sickness. His sense of balance had become used to the constant motion of the ocean. The motion continued on dry land. Wavering, he entered the throng of people. His hands were pushing roughhewn clothed backs out of the way. Powerful man pushed into him. The constant motion of the people around him made him even sicker.

Gladly, he found emptier streets away from the harbor. The midday sun had driven all but the scrawny dogs into the shade. White washed African houses were made from clay with doors and windows having neither glass nor doors, simply openings. Savory smell of lamb meat and bread permeated the air. Despite the heat, the skin felt dry. The dry air soaked up any sweat immediately. His mouth was parched.

Happily did he enter the Rai d'Or, a French sign above the entrance. Coming from the blinding sunlight, the inside was completely black. Fearing his blind helplessness, he clutched the dagger in his pants tighter. Subtle ding sounds of cups and silverware calmed his nerves. Laughter emanated from a table far away. The kisses sounded from somewhere else. The smell of lamb made his dried out tongue salivate again.

The blackness differentiated into shades of dark gray. Female hands touched his hands. They were larger and rougher than he was used to. With an African accent and a deeper, more guttural voice, a black woman asked him to follow her. She guided him by the hand like a little child into the womb of the tavern. She made him half lie, half sit down on the carpet ringed by pillows. There was a low table in front of him.

She left him there for a moment to return with a thick bottomed shot glass. She placed it down on the low table.

"Drink, the hot tea will make you sweat. That will cool you down."

She gestured him to pin the glass by the bottom and top to avoid the hot side. He took it down in one swig. The tongue and throat burned from the heat. The taste was intense and delicious. Waiting for the heat pain to subside in his belly, his brows formed thick sweat drops. The sweaty skin left him in refreshing respite.

The scene around him had grown clearer. A Frenchman was passed out on the blankets with his arms sprawled out, chasing the dragon. A group of Frenchmen were dividing opium on a little table. Another sole Frenchmen was slowly kissing the bare breast of a black woman lying across his lap. A young couple was speaking low to each other. The darkness obscured everyone and gave them a sense of privacy. A chef was bringing out plates of stew.

He ate his stew and indulged in hot tea freely. What drew his attention over and over was the a side room. There was no door. The side room was brighter. Every once in a while, he saw a female silhouette moving about in there. There was a softness about the small woman. Her movements were fast and business like unlike the hazy, lazy movements in the den.

With the back of his hand, he wiped his mouth after the meal. He rose from the comfortable pillows and carefully wondered to the side room. The half-light made it hard to see the abandoned cups, pillows, and limbs of passed out opium users. He carefully stepped with his left foot leading and the right foot dragging behind.

There was a woman in the side room, a French woman, dressed in a business suit, the face lightly made with makeup, the hair arranged properly. Binders were neatly piled on a standing desk. She tallied lines. She jumped a little, when she saw him.

"Monsieur, this room is off limits. Please, return to the den."

She spoke in perfect French with precise enunciation.

"Mademoiselle, I am intrigued to find someone as studied as you here."

"I am not a prostitute like the others. I am the accountant."

"How does a studied woman like you end up here?"

"My father was a missionary. He took me to Dakar. After a few months, he succumbed to the dragon and disappeared. What was I supposed to do? I had to pay for food. So, I took this position to do accounting for a merchant. What do you do here?"

"I read people. I am looking for a special kind of people."

"Are you a psychologist? Would you analyze me?"

"I am not a psychologist. I am more of a mystique. I see the spirit animal in people. Every person looks human on the outside. Yet on the inside, they have a spirit animal that describes their nature."

"What is my spirit animal?"

"I'd have to get to know you. Would you take me on a walk to a place that is special to you?"

"You are not like the other man? The other men only want to slip their penis in me."

She looked at him pensively. Her facial features were small. She had thin, pink lips and small blue eyes. Her skin was pale from being indoors all the time. She wore a shirt business skirt that showed her legs unashamed. She was a flapper. She wore a blouse from a louse material that made the ventilation better in the heat. The buttons were casually unbuttoned to expose her décolleté. The contour of the blouse suggested bare breast, the size of an apple each hanging there. Her fingers were smooth and porcelain like.

She tapped the pencil more rapidly on the standing desk as her thoughts neared conclusion. A soft strand of hair fell onto hair angelic face a moment, before she rounded her mouth into a seductive O to begin speaking.

"Monsieur, I am very much intrigued to discover that spirit animal of mine. Would you be able to wait until an hour to sunset?"

He tapped his hat, "Obliged," and slung back into the darkness of the den.

Near nightfall, he was glad to step in front of the den and out of the heavy scent of unwashed sex and burned opium. The air was cool. Her greeting was refreshing with her high-pitched cordial voice.

"Halo, monsieur! I don't even know your name."

"Marc. My pleasure!"

"Oh, you are so cordial," she said with a coquette giggle, "I am Alice."

"Tell me about yourself, so that I may begin the reading."

She placidly took him by the hand to guide him through the streets. She had the careless bounce of a child in her step.

"Oh, there is not much to tell. I was a missionary's daughter. He always treated me like his precious bird. He'd dress me in nice clothes, bring me to school, and took care of everything. He was a good man. However here in Africa, he lost hope. He found the opium. And the opium took everything from him."

"Now, I have a French merchant boss. He pays me a small salary, enough to live, not enough to return to Paris. And he knows it. He does it on purpose. Sometimes, he calls me his little caged bird without any pretense. He offered to marry me. I said no. He never forced me. I know he is waiting. He thinks eventually, I cannot control myself, I will have a weak moment."

"How do I know? He paid handsomely for a pair of frogs. They are not the frogs for eating. They are the frogs for testing for pregnancy. They are injected with urine of the woman. If the frog lays eggs within 12 hours, the woman is pregnant. He always has a deeply red face, when he feeds them. He doesn't know that I know. But, I studied at the ecole."

We walked through streets that were lined with huts. Black African people were sitting in front of them. They were grinding grains, stitching clothing, or playing games of throwing sticks into certain patterns. A naked young toddler would stomp his fat, little legs. A goat would ring the little bell around his neck, while he was pulling on hard, dry grass growing at the side of a hut.

The streets softly ascended to a hill. The huts gave the hilltop space in reverence. At first the hilltop appeared empty. On closer approach, they were the leftover ruins of a church. A few bricks marked the foundation, half hidden by dry desert bushes.

She sat down in the center of the ruins Indian style. There was a way about her movement that suggested intimate familiarity with the place. To him, it was a desolate place. Yet, in her eyes, he could see the happy memories of late adolescence. He sat down in front of her. She put her hands flat on the ground to gesture him.

"This is the last place, where I was free, where I had a future."

She looked at him sadly. He gathered her hands and turned them over to look at her palms. She curiously tried to glean a look at what he was looking at. He was looking at nothing. He kissed the palms. The warm lips on the delicate hands made her heart smell with warms. She blushed and turned her face down.

"To do this reading, I will have to read your heart beat. As you know, the heart carries the blood. And the blood carries the soul."

He held his hands up into the air to wait for her permission. She nodded carefully. He reached his hands forward and nestled his hands between her bosoms. He pushed the fabric down to feel her rib cage. He was nervous. He could not feel her heart beat.

"I cannot feel it. Let me come around."

He circled around her. He cradled her from behind. He pushed her back against his chest. He touched her center chest. Now, he could feel her breathing and the small bum-bum of her heart. He knew that she could feel him as well. The intimacy made him rush with adrenaline. It was like he was out of breath. He had the urge to open his mouth. He felt strange for showing her his heavy breathing. He tried to fight against the urge to breathe hard and steadied his breath.

They looked out onto the sunset over Dakar, the half island surrounded by water. The insects were singing their lullaby. Each breathes that they felt in each other had its own rhythm. She was breathing hard as well. He could smell her musky hair. He struggled at first against it, trying to reject the smell. And then he surrendered to the smell, letting it freely flow into his lungs. It was an act of deep emotional acceptance.

When he held her, he did not hold that pale white woman that the tavern customers leered for. When he held her, he held her fragility, her weakness of forces larger than her moving her life. When he held her, he could feel the plainness of her morning wash. Her living arrangement was very bare, yet she would dress herself nice and show a façade.

She whispered with earnest, "Thank you for doing this. I am so at peace, I can hear the insects. I can hear the wind in the bushes. I can hear the faraway waves. I can hear the man yelling in the harbor on the other side of the half island."

He gently kissed her on the side of the neck. His kisses were making a line. Then his tongue slipped out and painted on her salty, musky skin in circles and waves. She turned her head to look at him with dark black eyes of the twilight. He just kissed her on the soft lips. The soft lips surrendered with a gentle moan. Her delicate fingers touched his skin.

"Is this part of the reading," she whispered with a sensual exhale.

"I am not just reading your palms. I am reading your soul."

"Oh," she gentle moaned in a high pitched way. He let his hand slip onto her nipples. They were soft. She squirmed deeper against him. He pulled the soft, loose blouse off her body. Her breasts were bare. She looked around for a moment and realized that them sitting low, they were protected by the ruins on the missionary outpost.

Her body was alive with eroticism. Her spine moved around. He knew that she was ready and slipped his hands down her pants to feel her crotch. She was still dry on the outside. His fingers found her entrance and carefully went inside. He could feel the juice there. He spread the juice over his fingers and spread it over her outer lips. She grinded her groin against his fingers. She was ripe.

She feverishly pulled her pants off and rolled onto the dry dirt. He struggled with his clothes. They got caught around his feet and seemed to tighten there. He kicked hard to get them off.

She pulled his penis into her vagina quickly. His teeth delicately bit her lower lip and held onto it, while he was working a rhythm inside of her belly. Her eyes were closed and pulling on his bare naked butt to penetrate her deeper.

He rolled her over onto her belly with her knees under her chest. Her vagina lips were a slit accessible from behind. He penetrated her from behind and held her like a little bundle. She wrapped her arms around her knees and cozied her body together. Placidly, she let pussy by wiped by his sword in and out. She let his body drape around hers skin to skin. The full body touch of the warm, smooth skin heartwarming.

She moaned as an orgasm approached. He let his seed release. The seed pooled deep in her belly. She gently purred. The purring turned from human to dove-like. And as the seed settled in her, she turned into a white dove. He lifted his weight off her back onto his hands to avoid crushing her. She opened her wings and fluttered into the night sky of Dakar.

My father explained, "If you really connect with the true nature of a person, you set them free."

My father was a hunter of spirit animals. He would go to distant cities, searching for people with a special spirit animal. He had been on many travels. However, a few days ago, he had disappeared from Fontainebleau to the city, Paris. He was searching for a special animal that supposedly had been seen here in Paris.

When he returned, his clothes were torn to shred. He had a blood covered bandage over his shoulder. The servants rushed for the doctor. I still remember the night. We were in the master bed room. All the servants were lined up against the wall. Their faces were ghastly white. None of them dared utter a sound. Dark shades flickered over them from the candle light.

The family doctor was an old man with big, white fluffy hair on the head and an elegant black bow tie around the neck. Thirteen stitches were needed. The doctor carefully pierced his skin with a hook needle pulling the black yarn through it. The strong stable boy pinned down father, who was screaming in agony. I was shocked. The maid silently and gently rocked my side to side to calm me, while holding me.

Father collapsed into a deep sleep. I spent the night sleeping in his bed with my arms around his chest, careful not to touch his injured shoulder. I could smell a woman's body on him. The bed was so soft that I sank deep. I thought I was awake the whole night listening to the tick-tack of the mechanical watch in the corner. However, I awoke to glaring sunshine with my father gently caressing my hair, folding it over to the side again and again.

I smiled to see him awake. He said that everything was fine. I saw the dirty, empty breakfast dishes on the bed side table and knew that it was true. Of course, he had to tell me the story.

He had gone to Paris. Ah, the city! He had watched straight into the face of horse wagon driver, the perched up body posture, the dull, expressionless face, as the wagon wheels pierced through a pile of horse manure and splattered it in a wide circle. There was no remorse. The modern automobiles that started to fill the streets were such a better mode of transportation.

The men were walking in their suits on the busy sidewalks. The women were easily distinguished into traditional house wives, the long hair and traditional dress, and flappers, the flaunters of tradition. The flappers dared to cut their hair short, wore short skirts that showed their bare legs. This was a time of upheaval, where women were allowed to vote and take up occupations. Foreigners had streamed into the city from America, Africa, and Asia. The Americans had brought a new garment, a kind of clothes wrapped around the neck like a rope, aptly named tie. The Africans were wearing white full body gowns. The Asians were screaming in high pitched sounds about the price of fish on the corner.




The Big Game Hunter



He walked through the streets for hours. He passed the café's with the tiny chairs that were packed next to each other. People were drinking coffee from white porcelain cups with pretentiousness. He observed the people. He'd walk behind a woman, trying to mime her exact walk to entrain herself into her mood and energy level. Disappointed by what he found, he'd observe another woman packing a cart with groceries. He observed the way her hands moved. He looked at her elegance and clumsiness. It was not what he was looking for. 

By chance, the smell of Victoria amazonica, a giant water lily, entered his nostrils, reminding him of a hunting trip to Bogota, Columbia. Magically drawn by the scent, he entered the little flower store in a dead end cobble stone alley. The doorbell hanging over the door rang with clarity.

The windows were steamy from the moisture of the rainforest plants. Cut plants with big leaves and vividly colorful flowers were piled into the window, into shelves, and hanging from the ceiling. He had to duck his head to navigate the miniscule aisle space of the store. From behind the cover of a voluptuous potted plant, he watched the store clerk.

She had black smooth hair that was cut short to the length of her chin. A perpetual mischievous smile played around her dimples. He was instantly drawn in. She went about her work in short explosive bursts. She'd fold up some papers with intensity. She'd pause to reflect. And then she'd jump with excitement onto the next task. It was like watching a cat lurking in ambush, and then jumping to play with a mouse.

Her flesh was firm. Her arms were bare and strong. She was a flapper, one of those reformed modern women that flaunted tradition. A woman with long dress, a traditionalist, entered the store. The customers face immediately drew into a frown about the encounter with a flapper. The customer immediately pushed her head dress into place over the blond long hair, as if to suggest that she was from a higher social order, a gesture that only made her look helpless.

"The flower delivery to my estate is late."

"You did not pay enough money. You owe us 50 Franc."

"There was a discount promised."

The store clerk had a red face with anger. Her small figure seemed to shrink into itself even more. "You think because I'm young, you can do anything you want with me. I will not be pushed around without a fight!"

He had to hold his hand to cover a smirk. In his mind, he called the store clerk "my little rebel soldier. " She seemed to have the constant urge to defend herself, even when she was not attacked. It endeared her somehow. She wasn't a mean fighter out of spite. She wasn't greedy. He could see in her a country girl, a girl that had moved from the country to live a cosmopolitan, independent life. He could see that she was fighting for a living in a new and foreign environment. She simply lacked the experience to understand that the haggling for discount was a normal, incessant trying that was easily placated with a firm no. It endeared her to be that naïve and to make him feel like an experienced, refined man.

The customer stormed out. The girl waved her fist after her. She looked so cute with the anger in her face and temper in her body.

He appeared from behind the plant and smiled warmly at her.

"Having a hard day, miss?"

"People always think that they can get everything for free."

"How do you feel about getting something for free?"

"What do you offer?"

"I offer you a reading of your spirit animal. Have you heard about Sigmund Freud?"

"I am well familiar with monsieur Freud. One of his students psychoanalyzed me. It was very interesting."

"I provide a similar kind of analysis. I will tell you the nature of your spirit animal."

"Very intriguing."

He had done this many times. He knew how to hook people. He suggested some aspect of her were rather feline-like, the way that she was independent to move from the country. She was intrigued and offered to try it after the store closed.

He waited in a nearby café, slowly sipping on tea, while devouring an apple cake with a hundred tiny bites to stretch out the time. She stood waiting on the stoop in front of the store. She had her hands folded in front of her and was swinging side to side excitedly. When she saw him, she burst out laughing in anticipation. He gentleman like took her arm and put it into the crook of his elbow.

"Where do we go," she asked.

"To your place, it will let me better come in tune with your spirit animal."

"But I only have a simple rented room."

"If that is you, that is where we must go," he smiled.

They walked arm in arm through the streets of Paris with men in coats bustling on their way home from work. She let him up eight stairs in a narrow stair case to the top of a cheap apartment building. Her room was simple. There was a white bed in the center. A pitcher with water was in a corner. She had her other set of clothes folded over a chair. He sat down unabashed on her bed. She reclined on her bed in complete surrender to the process. So, he reclined as well.

"So, I should tell you about myself," sighed she, starring at the ceiling, "I was a girl in the country. I love my parents dearly. However, I felt suffocated. I felt like I would not be able to live there. They looked at me like something was seriously wrong for not marrying a man. I wanted to feel free. I had seen girls in the movies were short skirts. I had seen them smile. I had seen them study in ecole. Paris is where I had to go to be free."

There was something so free about her, how she easily babbled about herself. It made him feel free himself. He was reminded of being an adolescent and hanging out with friends on their beds. There was something relaxed about her. She wasn't eager like the other women to get a reading, trying to get something from him. She was simply talking about herself.

Noticing that openness, he could no longer hold himself back behind the façade of a reader. He had to surrender to her. He had to throw away the disguise and show himself.

"The reading, it's a ruse. I use it to bait people. With you, I cannot play that game anymore. I simply want to feel this room and your presence."

"That's all right. When you were in the store, there was something about you that touched me. I did not take you to this room to get a reading. I simply wanted to be close to you."

He breathed easier. It was like a metal band that had been constricting his chest was taken from him. They lay there breathing, silently savoring each other's company. There was a peace in lying with each other, feeling connected, knowing that the other person wasn't bored, but enjoyed the same communion.

"It's getting cold. Do you want to cuddle under the sheets?" he asked.

She nodded. And they moved to get the sheet out from under them.

"I have travelled to all the continents. I have fired a gun at man and animal. Yet, I am afraid about some things. A mystique once told me to hold another person with the warmth of what a family feels like. I mean we both have had struggles with our families. No parents are perfect. However, imagine the perfect family that is safe, loving, and nurturing. Then take that feeling into a hug with another person. I cannot do it. I fear when I bring that out, I'd get hurt."

She nodded making him fully understood without the need to blab.

After more silence had passed, she spoke, "I was so scared. When I arrived in Paris, I only had 10 Francs to my name. I was walking the streets with no references. This store took me in. They pay me just enough. The owner is always critical about how little I know. I fear that any day, he could fire me. I'm sure that he thought about it. We fight. It is terrible to worry every day about the end being right around the corner."

He lovingly petted the hair over her forehead and held her in a warm hug, "I've got you. I've got you." She almost cried in his arms. He could tell the suspended emotion of almost tearing into sobbing.

He could have had sex with her. Yet, he decided that the close intimacy was so much more fulfilling. He did not want to destroy it. When the moon was high, she sent him out, because she had to sleep for her next day at work.

The next day, he slowly stretched the time in the café with the paper and talking to random patrons. Near twilight, he walked over to the café to. Leaning against the wall opposite to the store, he waited. She opened the store door to close down. When she saw him, her face lit up, "Marc, it is you!" His heart just burst with the yonder of happiness at her joyful welcome. She jumped off the stoop to hug him joyously.

As he was holding her close, she leaned her head back to look him straight into the eyes -- her brown eyes into his blue yes. "Will you show me how your other women liked making love to?" She had that smirk in her dimples.

And then, they ran hand in hand, joyous, into the darkness of the alley. The end of the alley was a wall. The tall buildings cast a dark shadow, where they disheveled their garments enough for eager hands to rub all over the skin, boobs, penis, vagina, back, belly, and neck. Her tongue shot into his mouth like a jumping fish. He was hard immediately. She did not pause to lift her dress, grip his penis, and push it into her vagina.

"Don't you want foreplay?"

"I'm in some ways like a boy."

She plunged herself up and down with a ferocity that made him fear for his penis piercing. Her nails dug deep into the skin of his shoulder. He liked feeling her taken over by the rush. He bit into the nape of her neck. She begged him to bite harder until he was almost taken a bite out of her. With ear piercing sound, she screamed in the throes of pleasure.

He felt her pushing her pelvis down hard. He met her hard push with an equally hard counter pushy. She seemed to like the penetration fast and furious. So, he rushed to fuck her as hard and as fast as he could. The orgasm was quickly nearly for both of them. She pulled his body hard onto herself. They fell, him on top of her. Without a break, he kept ramming her on the cobble stone ground.

"How do you feel," asked he to check in with her.

"I feel so alive. Fuck me harder."

And then he could no longer hold. With the next pleasure scream of hers, he released his seed into her belly. She let out a guttural moan that made him stare with eyes wide open at her. Her skin turned black, sleek black, sleek furry black. She pounced on her four feet. His seed had let her turn to her true nature, a black panther. She swatted his shoulder one last time with her claws. Then, she effortlessly jumped to the top of the wall and disappeared into the black Paris night, smooth, stealthily, invisible, and extremely powerfully.

He stumbled out of the alley, stopped a horse buggie, and paid the man handsomely to be returned to Fotnainebleau.

When my father arrived at this part of the story, I could see the tears in his eyes and the sweat on his forehead. He was in love. This girl had found a way through the cracks of his inner wall to sneak into his heart.

Also, a fever was festering in father. The doctor was called. When he opened the bandage, he saw that the wound had festered with yellow puss oozing out of it. The man with the fluffy, white hair and the pocket watch, shook his head solemnly, "The wound has festered too fast. There is nothing I can do."

My father had made the acquaintance with an African mystique man Abiyoe. That man was called. He arrived promptly. I was sitting on the side of the bed. The house servants were wringing their hands worriedly. They started talking about their future. My father was only partially conscious, because of the fever. In the middle of this chaos, Abiyoe stood tall. He was 6' 5". He was dressed in a white robe. His head was shaven and painted with black symbols.

He had a friendly, warm, and jolly face. He took one look at father and said, "It is clear what is going on." I begged him to explain. It was not clear to me or anyone else. The doctor observed Abiyoe with respectfully and patiently with a facial expression that said whatever Abiyoe would do was pure superstition.

"He turned another woman into her spirit animal. I told him to be careful with that magic. This woman liked being in her spirit animal form so much that she hasn't turned back. As long as she remains in the spirit shape, she will draw the life from him. If she does not return to her human form quickly, he will die."

"Why would she not turn back?"

"Some people are very feral. They identify much more with their animal part than their human part. They are more instinctive, more direct, more alive people. They do not like the stricture of society and having to fit in."

"How can we make her shift back?"

"I will give your father a potion. It will help him reach the gloom. It is another plane. In that plane, he can search for her and talk her into turning back."

Abiyoe pulled out a small flask of green liquid. The stable boy whispered to the doctor, "aren't you going to stop him?" The doctor leaned forward and whispered back, "it makes no difference. He will be dead by nightfall either way." I wanted to punch both of them for talking like that about my father. However, I felt my own helplessness of being an orphan coming up.

Abiyoe held the flask to my father's lips. Father automatically drank. His eyes opened one last time to lock with mine, "I love you, Pierre." Abiyoe put his hands on the sides of father's head. His pupils turned upside to disappear. His eyes were pure white.

"Pierre, I will tell you what your father sees. It is your job to guide him through the gloom. He can hear you, because you are his blood. He can never shut you out."

"Yes, Abiyoe. What does he see."

There was snow, fresh snow, powdery snow. The sun was bright and glorious. The sky was pure and blue. He was in a mountain forest. His feet were bare. He was treading through the snow with an enterprising mood. The cool snow felt smooth and refreshing to the feet. Walking barefoot was so liberating. The winter landscape was blissful and pristine under the blanket of snow.

A big deer or horse appeared from under the pine trees. No, it had a horn on its forehead. It was a unicorn. He looked closer to make sure that it was really a unicorn. He looked at where the horn was connected to the skull to make sure that it was not mounted onto a horse. It was true. It was a true unicorn.

"Pierre, the unicorn represents innocent, virgin sexuality," explained Abiyoe. "The woman represents his innocents to Marc. You have to talk him into letting go off it."

"Papa, let go off the unicorn," I said sternly.

He was fascinated by the unicorn. He reached out his hands to touch its forehead. The unicorn shook his head to invite him to something. It started trotting. He realized it. He started running. His limbs were running so effortlessly like he hadn't run since a youth. With another swing of the legs, he was running at the speed of a horse. His feet were splattering snow. He reached his arms wide out to enjoy the drag of air from the speed. The unicorn ran by his side. They chased up the mountain.

"Pierre, he is too much in love with that woman. He cannot let go. You must talk your father into leaving the unicorn."

"Papa, let go off the unicorn," I screamed helplessly.

The unicorn turned into Jeanine, the girl from the flower store. He hugged her naked body. He was naked. He felt whole, so whole. He cried. He could be himself with her and play. He whispered into her ear, "I will hold you forever."

Abiyoe gently pulled his fingers down father's face to close his eyes. He had passed. I ran crying. I ran out of the room. I ran past the servants that were trying to catch me with their arms. I ran down the stairs, past the elephant rifle. I ran out of the front door. I ran across the wild flower fields. I ran into the forest. I ran. I kept running. The pain in my side pierced me hard. I kept running. The pain grew worse. I could no longer run I paused. My bare soles were hurting from the stones and broken branches on the ground. I did not know what to do.

When the stable master found me, he let me back to the mansion. I followed him docile, because I no longer knew what to do. He put me in my bed. A deep, black, dreamless slumber came over me.

The next Sunday, distant relatives and all the neighbors came for the funeral ceremony. The stable master put his big hands on my shoulders. If the weight weren't there, I would have bolted again to just run and run. I tuned out the slick words of condolences.

And then a green butterfly fluttered right in front of my face. I lifted my index finger. It perched on it. I could see it breathe. It was mystical and wonderful, so beautiful. Abiyoe was standing next to me. He leaned forward to whisper into my ear.

"That is your father."

I looked at him puzzled.

"Listen, he is talking to you."

I do not believe in superstition. However, when I listened very closely, I could hear my father's voice, "I love you, Pierre." Tears streamed down my face.

"I do not understand."

"Pierre, your father had to die. When your heart is broken, sometimes the only way forward is to die. It's an emotional death. Struggling against the death will only prolong the suffering. You have to let yourself go to your deepest sadness to move on."

"But Abiyoe, if my father died, did the woman die?"

"No, she turned back human, when your father died. Your father recognized her spirit animal and his true recognition set her free to be her true self. However, when the connection ended, she had to become her old self again. Your father had a deeper affection by her then she did by him."

Father butterfly fluttered off into the field of wild flowers.



The Big Gang Bang Theory



Penny and Leonard finally made up and were a couple again.

Sheldon had reluctantly gone to a conference at the University, so they thought they had the apartment to themselves for the day, and were making love in Leonard's bed. Leonard still couldn't believe his luck that he had scored with a girl as hot and sexy as Penny. Her body felt so good against his as she rode on him, slowly pumping her hips up and down, her hairless pussy sliding over his rigid cock. He softly sucked on one of her beautiful firm breasts, teasing her nipple as he enjoyed their love making. 

knock knock knock "Leonard"

knock knock knock "Leonard"

knock knock knock "Leonard"

"Oh shit!" Penny exclaimed. "What the hell is he doing home already? At least he could have waited until I came. Damn! I was so close!"

"How do you think I feel?" squeeked Leonard. "I've wanted this for so long!"

knock knock knock "Leonard"

knock knock knock "Leonard"

knock knock knock "Leonard"

"Don't come in here, Sheldon!" Leonard called out to him. "What do you want?"

"Well, if I don't come in there," Sheldon replied, "how can I talk to you and tell you what I want?"

"The same way you are talking to me now."

"But that doesn't make any sense," Sheldon stated as he opened the door and walked in. "Oh, hi Penny. What are you doing here? Are the two of you having coitus again?"

"Well, we were until you interrupted us," she sarcastically told him as she held the sheet over her naked body.

"I'm sorry, but I need to discuss something very important with Leonard about the conference. Leonard, did you know that they were discussing string theory? I mean, really, who actually believes that hocus?"

"Are you serious?" Penny said. "THAT'S what was so important that you interrupted us and barged in here? I know you're like a super genius, but you are so fucking STUPID sometimes!"

Sheldon started to ramble on about the conference again, but Penny was tuning him out. She had been right on the edge of orgasm, the first time Leonard was going to make her cum before he did, and she needed to cum bad!

"Fuck this!" she said, pulling the sheets off and exposing her luscious body to Sheldon as she got out of the bed. "If you won't shut up and go away, then you are going to join in."

Penny reached for Sheldon's slacks and quickly undid the button and zipper, pulling his pants and Superman briefs down. Sheldon and Leonard were so surprised by her actions that neither even had a chance to say anything before Penny had Sheldon's cock in her mouth.

"W-w-w-what are you doing? You're touching me!" Sheldon exclaimed. "Ooohhh! That is a very interesting feeling! I'm experiencing some very strange sensations in my body!"

Penny pulled her mouth off of Sheldon's rapidly hardening cock long enough to say "Shut up and enjoy it. Leonard, get your geeky ass over her and start fucking me from behind."

Leonard, still in shock from seeing Penny sucking on Sheldon, quickly obeyed her and started pumping into her. Penny was ecstatic having two cocks in her for the first time in a long time. As Leonard stroked in and out of her pussy, she continued sucking on Sheldon, surprised at how nice the super nerd's dick was. It was long and thin, and she could easily get it into her throat. As she deep throated him, she reached up to play with his large heavy balls before she rubbed one finger across his butt hole, gently pushing it in.

Sheldon couldn't believe what was happening to him and the new sensations he was feeling. "Oh my sweet Jesus!" he cried out as he started cumming, shooting 30 years' worth of built up sperm down Penny's throat.

Penny felt like she was drowning. She had never had so much cum shot into her before and had to pull her mouth off his dick. She swallowed what was in her mouth as he continued spraying his cum all over her face and chest. The feeling of having so much cum on her triggered something in her and she started pounding her ass back and forth on Leonard's thick cock until she exploded in orgasm. Her pussy clenched and squeezed around Leonard's cock, causing him to shoot his load deep into her.

Sheldon collapsed onto the bed as Penny and Leonard both fell onto the floor.

"Now I know why everyone is so interested in coitus as much as they are," Sheldon stated. "That was a very interesting sensation."

"Shut the fuck up, Sheldon!" Penny told him as she pushed him back on the bed and straddled his face, putting her cum filled pussy over his mouth. "Now only open your mouth to use your tongue to lick me clean and make me cum again."

Leonard was surprised to feel himself getting hard again already, and moved over to the bed. Seeing his renewed erection, Penny grabbed it and pulled him onto the bed so she could suck him. She licked and sucked Leonard fast, wanting him to cum again so she could have him shoot all over her like Sheldon had. She wanted to be a cum slut and have as much cum cover her face and body as she could get.

Just as Sheldon was licking her to another orgasm, Leonard started to cum again and she pulled her mouth off of him so she could have him coat her with his sperm.

As she squeezed the final drops out of Leonard, she slid down Sheldon's body until she felt his cock rub against her pussy. She reached down, guiding him into her sopping hole as she started sucking on Leonard, hoping to get him hard again.

Just then, they heard the apartment door open and heard Howard call out "Howdy howdy. The eternal God of love is here."

"Yes, and I have brought Howard with me," Raj said.

"Raj, you can't be a God of love until you can actually speak to a woman while banging her when you are sober. Where is everyone? Bernadette will be up in a minute. My sexy lover is parking our love mobile."

"We're in Leonard's bedroom. Could the two of you come in here please?" Penny called out to them.

The two of them stopped dead when they saw Penny naked, riding Sheldon's cock while sucking Leonard. Raj whispered into Howard's ear.

"Yes, Mr. Obvious. Sheldon is actually getting some! I can't believe this either!"

"Are you two gonna stand there chatting all day, or are you gonna strip and give me your cocks?" Penny asked them.

They looked at each other for a second or two before quickly stripping, both of them trying not to be too obvious about checking out the other's package. They climbed onto the bed on either side of Penny and she grabbed their already hard dicks, stroking them and making them harder.

"Oh my God!" Penny called out. "I can't believe I'm doing this! But I want all of your cum all over me!"

She started alternating sucking Raj, Howard and Leonard while still fucking herself up and down on Sheldon's long dick, feeling it go far enough into her to hit her cervix each time she pushed her ass cheeks against her thighs. She would suck on one cock while stroking the other two, then move to the next cock, taking it into her warm wet mouth.

Leonard, already having cum twice, wasn't even close to cumming again yet, but Penny quickly made Raj and Howard cum, spraying their cum over her tits and stomach. She had cum dripping off of her and reached one hand down to rub it all over while she moved her other hand down to rub her clit, making herself cum again. She pulled up off Sheldon when she felt that he was ready to cum and held his dick inches from her face so he shot all over it as well as into her open waiting mouth.

As she licked the last drops off of Sheldon's cock, Bernadette walked into the room. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, but quickly ran over to the bed when she saw the cum covering Penny. She started licking it off Penny's soft skin as she reached down to push her skirt and panties off, stopping only to pull her blouse and bra off, exposing her large DD cup tits for everyone to see before resuming her licking of Penny's body.

Howard leaned forward and started sucking on one of her long, thick nipples while Leonard, having not cum again, moved behind her and slid into her tight hole, pounding her hard and fast. Raj, feeling left out, moved one hand down to Bernadette's pussy, rubbing her clit before slowly moving his mouth down to Howard's cock, sliding it between his lips and started to suck on his best friend.

Bernadette had moved her mouth down and was now licking Penny's cunt, trying unsuccessfully to suck all the juices and mixed cum from her hole. Sheldon, still hard, wasn't sure what he should do, and, seeing Raj's brown hole sticking out, pushed his cock into Raj's ass.

"What are you doing, dude? That is my ass that you are trying to fuck!"

"Hey, Raj! I guess being ass fucked makes you talk around girls too!" Leonard said.

"Yeah," Penny agreed. "Maybe instead of a couple drinks, we should shove a butt plug in your ass whenever we want to talk to you!"

Even with the shock of having Sheldon's cock shoved into his ass, Raj quickly became hard again. Seeing his renewed erection, Penny moved around to take it into her mouth. He was about average length, but very thick, and she had difficulty opening her mouth wide enough to get him in. But she eventually did, and sucked on him until he came in her mouth, filling her mouth and throat as she tried to swallow it. Sheldon's cock erupted in Raj's ass at the same time, and he collapsed, completely drained and observed Leonard fucking Bernadette while she continued eating Penny and Raj resumed sucking on Howard's cock.

They all came almost at the same time and all collapsed onto the bed in a twisted mingling of bodies. They rested like that for almost half an hour before Penny spoke.

"Who's ready to go again? I want all three holes plugged at the same time. Who's 'up' for it?"

"She's my girlfriend, so I should get first pick. I want her pussy," Leonard told everyone.

"Sheldon, I want you in my ass," Penny told him as she climbed onto Leonard's dick.

He moved into position behind her, slowly feeding his cock into her ass, as she reached for Howard, pulling him to her mouth. She had to keep herself from giggling when she took her first good look at his little 4inch dick, but quickly sucked it into her mouth. Feeling left out, Bernadette climbed over Raj in a 69 and they ate each other wildly while trying to watch Penny getting all her holes fucked at the same time. After several minutes, Raj spun around and pushed his dick into Bernadette's waiting hole, causing her to scream out as he stretched her hole to fit his thick cock, and he started fucking her harder and better than she had ever had it before.

"Maybe I'm with the wrong guy," she thought to herself. "Must be all that Indian Kama Sutra stuff, but DAMN! He knows how to please a girl!"

The six of them continued fucking and sucking each other for hours, until they were all too worn out to continue. 

"Sheldon? Didn't you have something you wanted to talk to Leonard about?" Penny asked.

"Fuck that!" Sheldon said. "From now on, I'm studying Anatomy and Biology. Now let me have another taste of your anatomy and Bernadette can give me another biology lesson," he told them as he pulled Penny over so her still cum filled pussy was on his mouth and Bernadette straddled his hips, lowering her pussy on his again erect cock.

The end??



The Big Get Even



It is after closing on Friday afternoon. I get up from behind my desk in my office, ready to leave for home after a very hectic week. I lock the door of the office behind me and as I walk past my secretary's office, I was surprised to see her door still open. She asked if she could leave early and that was over an hour ago. Why was she still here? I peeped into her office, only to find her lying with her head on her arms in front of her computer, sobbing her heart out. What on earth could be wrong?

Jacqui is a stunning 28 year old married woman and incredibly efficient on top of that. I consider myself very lucky indeed to have her as my secretary. Having her around is such a pleasure as her bubbly personality always lightens up the foulest of moods. I am absolutely amazed at what I see in front of me! I have never seen her cry in the eleven months that she has been my secretary.

I walk into her office and pull the door shut behind me. She hears me and looks up. "Mr Rousseau! I'm so sorry! I didn't realize you were still here..."

"What on earth is wrong, Jacqui? I don't mean to pry, but I've never seen you this upset. Anything I can do to make you feel better? If you need a friend to talk to..."

"I'm OK. I'm just being silly. Please forgive me. I'll pull myself together and I promise it won't happen again." she says, drying her eyes with the remnants of a tissue.

"Jacqui... Whatever caused you to be this upset has to be quite serious. I know you well enough to know that you don't get this emotional over nothing." I pull up a chair and sit down next to her. I put my hand on her shoulder. "Sure you don't want to talk about it?"

She hesitates for a moment. "Mr Rousseau, it would not be fair of me to burden you with my problems and besides, it's Friday afternoon. I know you're dying to get to The Blinking Owl for a couple of beers with the guys as usual. Please don't let me keep you..." she says

"Please call me John. This is not an office issue, so no need to be formal. The lads at the pub can wait. Unless you would like me to go... But I'd hate to leave you here alone like this." I get up to leave.

She takes my hand and pulls me down on the chair next to her. "You're such a darling!" she says. "I know you mean well. It's just that it's a very private issue."

I keep holding her hand in mine. "Jacqui, I really believe that you should talk about it. If not to me, then speak to one of your close lady friends. It usually helps to put things into perspective."

"Perspective... Maybe that's just what I need. A man's perspective!" she whispers.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask, slightly puzzled.

"John, are you sure you have the time and strength for this..?" she asks.

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't, now would I?" I reply.

She turns towards me and looks me in the eye. I find the sadness in those beautiful green eyes quite disturbing. "It's Mark..." she says.

Mark is her husband. They got married two years ago. He is a great guy, but a real party animal and a ladies' man.

I do not comment, but wait for her to continue instead. 

"I think he's having an affair..." The tears are welling up in her eyes again. I can tell that she hurting badly.

I fold both my hands around her tiny hand. She is trembling. "Not Mark! What on earth gives you that idea?" I ask. But I'm not in the least surprised. I have watched him in The Blinking Owl on several occasions. He simply cannot keep his hands off the ladies. He seems to have a particular affinity for a certain big breasted blonde that also frequents the place. "You haven't caught him with someone, have you?"

"No, I haven't. But I think it would have made things a lot easier if I did" she said. "It's the uncertainty that's killing me." The tears are rolling down her cheeks again. She reaches for the crumpled tissue on the desk, but I offer her my handkerchief instead. "Thanks." she whispers as she accepts it. I can't help noticing how much she really loves her husband.

"Have you confronted him?" I ask.

"No." she says. "But the signs are there. And I'll just have to face the facts..."

"Are you sure you are not misinterpreting these signs?" I ask.

"Like the lipstick on his collar? Like the perfume on his shirt? I even found a packet of condoms in the pocket of his jacket!" she fumes. "Misinterpreting the signs?! I don't think so!"

Damn! This is bad! I'm not sure what to say next. "Gee, Jacqui, are you sure about this?" I ask sheepishly.

"That's not all! Some of the condoms in the packet are missing. I also noticed a few strands of long, blonde hair caught around the button of the cuff of his shirt! The son of a bitch is screwing around on me!" she almost shouts as she breaks down in tears.

I put my arm around her and pull her towards me in an effort to console her. She leans her head against my chest and sobs uncontrollably. I give her a hug. My face is literally buried in her hair. The clean shampoo smell of her hair does not go unnoticed. I stroke her back while comforting her. 

Suddenly she pulls away from me. "How can he do that to me?" she fumes. "Why am I not good enough anymore? Am I not attractive anymore?" she asks without really expecting an answer.

She leans back in her chair. My eyes trace the contours of her exquisitely beautiful face, her big doe eyes, her full lips... Then my eyes scan her breasts, full and firm, the buttons of her blouse straining to contain them. My glance drop lower over her long, tanned athletic legs protruding from an almost too short skirt. "What a dickhead!", I think to myself. "How can he possibly find that blonde slut even remotely attractive when he's married to a woman like this?! You simply don't go out for hamburgers when you can have steak at home!"

"You're beautiful..." I whisper.

"What...?" she asks, somewhat surprised.

"I said you're a beautiful woman. You were wondering whether you were not attractive anymore?" I reminded her.

"Oh, thank you! But you don't have to say that..." she replies.

"I know I don't have to. That's exactly why I'm saying it. I mean it." I say and put my hand on her cheek. "If Mark is seeing someone, he must be brainless."

"What the hell's wrong with me?! Am I hitting on a woman who is an emotional wreck, at her most vulnerable, who confides at me as a friend and confidant?" I scold myself.

She puts her hand over mine. "You're so sweet..." she whispers.

I pull her toward me and she rests her head on my chest again. "I wonder how he would react if it was me cheating on him. I wonder if he'd even care..." she whispers. "At the moment I really hate him for what he's doing to me!"

I pull her closer, my hands lightly stroking her lower back. She snuggles up against me and I stroke her hair. She lifts her head and looks me in the eyes. I take her head between my hands and kiss her lightly on the forehead. She smiles at me and sighs. She pulls away and I turn her around in her swivel chair. I open my legs and pull the back of her chair against me. I put my arms around her from behind, my hand lightly brushing her firm breast. "Come, cheer up!" I say and begin to nibble on her earlobe. She starts to squirm and giggle. "Stop it! You're tickling me!" she laughs.

"Now that's a great idea!" I say and pull her from the chair. She lands on my lap and I start to tickle her. She squeals and kicks and tries to get away. I pull her back and my hand lands on her left breast. She freezes and looks at me. All of a sudden there is tension in the air and the mood gets serious. I leave my hand on her breast and tilt my head towards her face. She lifts her head and I kiss her lightly on the lips. She returns the kiss and puts her arms around me. I kiss her passionately and her lips part. Her tongue darts into my mouth. 

I fondle her breast for a while, then slip my hand into her blouse and take her breast in my hand over her bra. She breaks the kiss and rests her head on my shoulder. Then I feel her warm, wet lips kissing my neck. There is no way she cannot notice the hard-on she is sitting on! Her breathing becomes ragged.

I move my fingers to the top button of her blouse and undo it. I wait for reaction. There is none. I proceed to undo the rest of the buttons one by one. I pull the blouse from her skirt and push it back over her shoulders. She assists me and the blouse drops to the floor. I stroke her naked back, feeling for the clasp of her bra. I can't find it. It obviously fastens in front.

I move my hand to her breasts and undo the clasp between those two firm mounds of flesh. Her breasts jumps free from their confinement and I push the bra back. She shrugs it off her shoulders and it lands on the floor with the blouse. I push her away from me. She leans back and for the first time those magnificent breasts come into my view. God, what a wonderful sight! I lean forward and my lips close around the hard rosy nipple of her left breast. She pulls my head into her breast. I take her nipple into my mouth and roll my tongue over it while I suck on it. She moans softly. 

Then she pulls away from me and gets off my lap. She stands next to me, those breasts standing proudly away from her body, absolutely no sag whatsoever. She looks at me, thinks for a minute, then seems to make up her mind and swings her right leg over me. She straddles me and puts her arms around me. "I've never done anything like this before..." she whispers into my ear. I believe her. I pull her close and kiss her. I feel her breasts poking into my chest. I drop my hands down to her hips and slide it under her skirt. I pull her lower body towards me until I can feel her plump pussy resting on my hard cock. I stroke her ass through her bikini panties. 

She leans forward and nibbles on my ear while removing my tie. Then she starts unbuttoning my shirt. She pushes it back and leans against me, her naked breasts pushing into my equally naked chest. 

I move my hand around her and slide it down the crack of her butt until I finally cup her pussy in my hand over her panties from behind. Her panties are very damp. She stiffens, then moves her hands down and starts to undo my belt and trousers. She lifts her butt off me and I push my trousers and undies to just below my knees. My hard cock stands away from my body. I pull her panties to the side and put my hand on her sopping wet pussy. I part her lips and push two fingers into her vagina. She groans and her hips start to rock as I finger fuck her. I have to get my dick inside her! I take my fingers out of her and pull her pussy towards my dick. She sits on top of it with her slit over my shaft. Then she begins to ride it lightly, sliding her sopping slit up and down my shaft, rubbing her clit against me. Her hips start to work feverishly as she rides my dick. Then I can take it no more! I lift her butt with one hand and position the head of my dick in her slit. I lower her onto my dick and feel the petals of her pussy spreading over the head of my dick as it sinks into the warm wet folds of her cunt. She lets out a load groan and slides down until my balls push against her ass. I'm all the way inside her. 

Then, as I start to slowly fuck her, she pulls away. My dick slides out of her pussy and she gets up. "No." she says. "I want you to use a condom."

"A condom?! But where..?" I'm very puzzled.

"I have some in my handbag." she says and reaches for her bag.

"Are those the ones you ..."

"Yes, these are the ones I found in his jacket." she says calmly as she removes one from its envelope. She takes my hand and pulls me up from the chair. She reaches behind her and removes her skirt and panties. What an awesome sight! Her pussy is hairless bar for a short triangular patch of hair above her slit. Her inner lips peek shyly at me through the plump outer lips. Then she pulls me down onto the carpet. I lie on my back next to her. Then her fingers close around my shaft and she gently strokes my cock. I roll her onto her back and turn around into the sixty nine position. She opens her legs and my head hovers over the pink slit of her pussy. I swing my leg over her head and my dick is poised over her face like a snake about to strike. I go down on her pussy. She tastes great! I stick my tongue all the way into her vagina. She squirms. I lower my hips and feel her full lips close around my dick. I push my dick deeper into her mouth. Her tongue rolls over the head of my dick. I fuck her mouth while eating her pussy. I feel the tension building up in my balls and withdraw my dick. I roll off her and onto my back. She takes my dick in her one hand and rolls the condom down its length with the other. "Please... Fuck me." she says as she swings her leg over my body. She straddles me with her cunt inches above my dick. Her hand closes around my shaft and she lowers herself onto my dick, positioning the head against her moist slit. The she lets out a gasp as she slides down the full length of my pole.

She lies motionless on top of me with my dick inside her for a moment. Then her hips begin to rock as she starts to fuck me. I put my hands on her hips and fuck her furiously. I ram my dick in and out of her cunt, watching her firm tits jiggle above me. I can feel her juices flowing onto my balls.

Then I pull her tightly against me and roll her over onto her back, my dick still lodged firmly in her pussy. I lean forward and take her nipple in my mouth as I begin to fuck her. Her long legs fold around my body and her hips begin to rock in time with mine. Then I feel the frantic movement of her hands on my back. Her hips start to quiver. I realize that she is going to come and fuck her even harder. Then her nails bite through the skin of my back as she explodes into an intense orgasm. Her hips start to convulse rhythmically and she is bucking so much that I have difficulty keeping my dick in her. Then she relaxes. I give her a few seconds to recover

Then I pull her to her feet. I turn her around, facing away from me towards the desk. I push her forward gently and she leans on the desk with her hands. I spread her legs and position myself behind her. I put my one hand around her, spreading her pussy lips as I push my dick into her from behind. I put my hands on her ribcage and fuck her with passion. I watch my glistening dick pistoning in and out of her hungry hole. I lean forward and take her two swinging tits in my hands. I roll her nipples between my fingers and tug on them lightly, while fucking her feverishly from behind. Then I feel my own orgasm approaching and I pull my dick out of her. Without her noticing, I remove the condom and drop it on the floor next to the desk. 

I turn her around and kiss her. I pick her up and make her sit on the desk. I position myself between her open legs. She raises her legs slightly and wraps them around my waist. My naked dick seems to find her hole with a mind of its own. The desk is just the right height and without either of us touching it, my dick disappears into her pussy. I immediately start to fuck her passionately. My bare dick feels so good in her hot wet pussy. She kisses me and I suck her tongue into my mouth. I put my hands on her ass. Soon I feel her squirming again on the desk. Her nails are biting into the skin of my back again and I feel the trembling of her thighs. Then her lower body begins to shudder and I grab her tightly and fuck her as hard as I can. As she explodes into her second orgasm, I shoot load after load of hot, pearly white cum up her pussy. She screams and her thighs contract with rhythmic spasms. Then I hold her while until we both recover, keeping my dick inside her.

"My god, you came inside me!" she says. She leans to the side, looks down and sees the condom on the floor. "You dog!" she says with a smile and gives me a hug. She pushes me away and my limp dick flops out of her slick pussy. She gets up and bends to pick up the condom. She takes the packet of condoms and stuffs the used condom inside it.

"What are you doing that for?" I asked, very puzzled.

"This is going back into his jacket.", she says with a devilish smile. "Who knows, maybe this will bring him to his senses... It could just be the wake up call that he needs!"

We get dressed without speaking. I can't decide who was actually using who here...



The Big Girl



The day after my old boss, Charlie, was finally transferred back to the Midwest, I skipped out on poker night, and Mike, Larry, and I went out to a bar in one of those chain restaurants to drink to his departure. We don't have anything in common except work, so after complaining about the job (and wishing Charlie a speedy funeral), we ran out of conversation. I noticed that a group of people -- four guys and a woman -- had congregated at one corner of the bar and were playing some sort of trivia game: questions would come on-screen, and they would punch in their answers, and either cheer or moan (I found out they were playing against teams at other bars). They seemed to be having a lot of fun, and the woman seemed to be one of the leaders of the team -- she answered mostly the arts & literature questions, and she traded quips with all of the others (and some of 'em were fairly racy, although it seemed that her teammates didn't always pick up on those). Mike said he had to get back to his wife, and Larry left at the same time, but I stayed and followed the trivia game (hell, it wasn't like I had anything else to do). One of the guys looked like a jerk, but he knew his sports history; the others had their specialties, but really the five of 'em just seemed to be having fun together. Mostly, though, I was intrigued by the woman. She was smart -- no doubt -- and funny, with a cute face, and better-dressed than the situation called for. She was also big. Not disgustingly fat, but way bigger than would be considered attractive by anyone I knew. Still, she sounded like fun, and I wished I could find a way to get to know more about her, without being too creepy.

I didn't feel like I could impose on the game, so I came back to the place the next night (you've probably got an O'Horgan's near you -- it's that chain restaurant that's so all-fired Irish that the Korean hostess, the Latino busboy, and the African waiter all wear shamrocks). There was no game that night. The bar girl told me they had 'em two or three times per week, but that one crowd only came on Tuesdays, and they weren't a formal team; whoever sat in could play. I decided to blow off poker again and drop by the following Tuesday.

As soon as the game started, I knew I was out of my league. I felt like a high-school dropout on Jeopardy. I was only able to answer one question; one of those physics facts that I remembered from high school and that was hanging around my head unattached to anything else. Worse, it was early in the session, and I immediately got dubbed the "science guy", so I looked worse and worse as the evening wore on when I couldn't get anything else right. Luckily, these folks were really only in it for the fun (or maybe I didn't look so bad because they got so few other questions right), and I was able to hold my own in the wisecracking and silliness. And I got introduced to Kathy, who (I hoped) was grateful for my attentions.

After the game was over (jeez, did we suck!), two of the other guys left early, and I hung out with the other two guys and Kathy. Little by little, Ray and Paul were saying less and less, and Kathy and I were talking more and more. Finally, we were alone at the bar, and I admitted that I had no memory for trivia, but she sounded like fun when I had overheard the game the previous week, and I had come because I wanted to meet her. And would she allow me to take her out on Friday? 

Why the hell did I say that? Kathy was way heavier than anyone I'd ever dated (not that there had been a huge number, and not that they had been fashion dolls, but this was out of line even for me). I wasn't a "chubby chaser". I had visions of those freaks: fifty-year-old guys living in their mother's basements cruising for free internet porn in their underwear in the dark. Still, it was said, and she was delighted. I couldn't break it now. Maybe I could get away with just coffee and get her home. I got her number and directions to her house ("It's upstairs, and you can park in the back next to my car"), and agreed to get her on Friday.

It was a great first date. She came to the door dressed in a black pinstripe suit with a lace top under her jacket that showed off her cleavage. She was dressed way better than I was, but she said not to worry, she usually dressed up a little. She was nicely made up (just enough, not troweled-on or anything), and her hair was newly done and colored. We went out for coffee, and stayed for dinner, and almost closed the place after they moved us to the bar so they could turn over the table. I heard about her family ("They're all screaming nutcakes, but we really like one another. You're much more likely to see us on 'Comedy Central' than on 'Cops'."); I heard about the trivia team ("Do you believe those guys? To them, I'm just one of the boys. I'm not sure they even know I have boobs. I mean, I know what size bras I gotta buy to cover these girls; you'd think they'd be impossible to miss!"); I heard about her job ("The bank is SUCH a bore. I wear lingerie under my suits just so I can feel rebellious during the day."). I asked about the suit she was wearing, and she said, "Look, I know what I look like. I know who I am. And while I like myself the way I am, I know that I can't wear stuff that younger and thinner girls can; I'd look silly in it, or worse. I mean, can you imagine me in low-riders and a midriff top? I'd just look like a careless pig. So I tend to overdress a little bit most of the time, so I can get to feel at least a bit attractive and in control." I talked about my life, such as it was, and what I did for work and for fun. It turned out we'd read a lot of the same stuff; we liked the same movies; neither of us could make heads or tails out of modern music. We made jokes about everybody, we flirted all over the place, and we were just a bit sickening to anybody near us, I'm sure, but we had a lot of fun.

So I drove her home, parked in the back, and walked her to her door. We kissed, kind of long and slow. Then she pulled out her key, and said, "Look, I like you, and I had a great time, but I've gotta end it here for tonight. I hope you'll call again, 'cause I'd really like to see you." 

I was always prepared for this, and pulled out my best Shakespeare: "What, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?" 

She laughed (she obviously recognized the quote), and said, "Look, you're just not gonna climb my balcony tonight, OK, Romeo?" She stood there a few seconds, and put her key in the lock. And then she stopped. She looked at me again and said, "Wait. That last was, like, kind of a test. The last guy that I told I didn't want him to come up gave me a black eye and a fat lip. So this time I had one hand on the key, and the other on the pepper spray. But you didn't get all pushy or scary... and I'd really like you to come up. I would. I'm sorry I wasn't completely up-front with you, but, uh, don't you want to come up and use the toilet, or something? I can promise the most inconvenient bathroom in three counties."

I didn't even think about it. "Yes, I want to come up. Who could resist such an invitation? The most inconvenient bathroom in three counties? And you're not even going to charge me admission?" We went up, into her apartment. She showed me the bathroom (she was right about inconvenient; it was under the roof angle, and to use the toilet required a certain amount of contortion). I noticed there was only one open toothbrush, but there was a Spiderman toothbrush still in the box. 

When I came out, she had opened her suit jacket, showing that the top was lace all the way down, and her bra showed underneath. She reached up and kissed me, pushing her ample boobs into me. I held her and kissed her there, but she said, "Y'know, there's a perfectly good couch across the room,", and led me to it.

We kissed for (how long? I don't know), when she pulled away. She said, "I want to slip into something else. I'm not sure it's more comfortable, but I'm fairly sure it's more likely to get me what I want," and she left me alone on the couch. While I was alone, I looked around. Bookshelf, check. Good stuff; similar books together; lots of topics, not too much girly frippery. Pictures of (probably) family and friends on the walls and shelves, no "Hello Kitty" or similar junk. Clean (unlike my place). Simple but comfortable furniture. 

While I was taking inventory, she came back in a red gown, slit on both sides, and a short jacket with short sleeves. She sat down next to me on the couch, and we started kissing again. It seemed like the purpose of the jacket was to come off, because it slipped off quickly and she made no effort to replace it. The gown was cut low in the back, with spaghetti straps. When she moved, it barely constricted her large, lovely breasts. I ran my hands down the exposed part of her back, gently stroking and tickling her. She hunched her shoulders together, and I could see down her cleavage. I asked, "What would happen if I pushed aside those straps?" 

She said, "This," and pushed the straps off her shoulders and lowered the top of her gown, which fell to her waist where she sat. Her large breasts were exposed, with large, dark areolas and nipples that were already somewhat stiff. I held one of her breasts. I'd never been with a woman whose breasts were so big, and the weight was surprising -- and a turn-on in itself. I reached down to adjust my cock, and she said, "I could do that", and began to stroke my cock through my clothes.

"Hmm," she said. "I want to do two things here, and I don't know which I want to do first, or how to bring 'em up. I want to say both, 'You've obviously got way too many clothes on,' and 'You know, there's a perfectly good bed in the other room where we could spread out some more.' Is it too much to ask both at once?"

"Nope, not too much," I said. "In fact, I consider you the picture of good manners. Lead on, and I'll take care of some of the clothes myself," and I peeled out of my sweater, t-shirt, shoes and socks, and chinos, leaving my shorts on. 

"Nice view," she said from the bed. "Bring it over so I can get a better look." She was stretched out, and one of the slits of the gown had opened so I could see an expanse of leg; she had beautiful, unblemished skin. She had not replaced the top of her gown, and her exposed breasts caught my eye. I lay down next to her, and started kissing her nipple, and sucking on it. Her nipple got firmer in my mouth, and she sighed. She started stroking my back, and put one leg over mine so we could grind ourselves together; I was hard, and she was warm. Even her warmth was a turn-on. I noticed her perfume, and then I noticed her own aroma between her breasts. I kissed between her breasts so I could keep my nose there. I felt the weight of her large breast on my cheek. My cock was throbbing in my shorts.

"In case it's not clear enough, I am hugely turned on," I said.

"It's clear. I've got an idea what I can do about it," she said.

She turned me on my back, and took the waistband of my shorts in her hands. I hoisted my butt up so she could remove them, and I lay naked on her bed. She hung her breasts over my mouth, where I sucked on each in turn, then she used her nipples to stroke across my chest, my stomach, my cock, down my thighs and legs, and then back up to my cock. She held herself so that my cock was in her cleavage. She was so warm and soft. 

"Do you want to press the girls around him? And what can we call him, by the way? 'Penis' is so clinical."

"I think of him as my cock. And yes, I'd love to press the girls around him." And I reached down and pressed on the outside of her breasts so they squeezed my cock. She gently moved up and down, but without lubrication, it wasn't going easily. 

"Somebody needs a bit of wet," she said, and slid down a bit to suck on the head of my cock. I held her breasts there for a minute while she sucked, but soon she got into it and I released her. She jacked my cock with her hand while she sucked on the head.

"I'm not going to last long like this," I said.

"It's OK. After you come, you can make up to me for coming without me by... well, we'll think of something," she said, and went back to my cock. As I got more turned on, she whispered, "Let it go, let it go," and I came mostly into her mouth. She swallowed and came back up to lay next to me.

She said, "Now we've got a problem. You've had an orgasm, and I haven't. That doesn't seem fair, does it? I think it puts you in my debt. How 'bout you take this gown off me, and we'll lie here and discuss this like civilized, naked people."

She hoisted up her butt and I pulled the elastic waist of her gown down over her legs and feet. She had on a pair of opaque black boy-short panties. Her big thighs were slightly parted, so I could see up to where her panties covered her pussy -- was it possible that there was a little wet spot there?

She continued, "When you came, I think you might have gotten some on me. The polite thing to do would be to clean me off. How about you run your lips and tongue around my neck and see what you find. Once that's cleaned up, you can move on to another spot."

Well, that seemed like a reasonable request. I started kissing around her neck and under her chin, and felt her nipples stiffen against my chest. I started to kiss along the upper parts of her breasts, and she said, "There's a good boy. Do a good job, now," as I kissed and sucked her nipples. She said, "They like a little tweaking with the fingers. You can be the littlest bit rough with 'em," so I gave her other nipple a twist with my fingers, and was rewarded with her groan -- she was obviously enjoying this (as was I).

"You don't suppose some of my come got lower than this, do you? I'd hate to miss any," I said.

She said, "Good idea. You better check."

I started kissing down her stomach and sides, then down the outside of one thigh, then the other. I got between her thighs, so she would spread her legs. She was undoubtedly wet. I kissed the insides of her thighs almost up to her panties, first one side, then the other, then the first again. She was moving her hips, and she complained that I was teasing her. I said, "No, I'm just trying to be thorough."

She said, "Thorough, eh? You're full of it, thorough," through her smile. 

"Then perhaps I'd better check under these panties. After all, some of my come may have bounced off the sheets, then flowed under the waistband..."

"Shut up and take 'em off, already." She hoisted up her hips so I could.

Her pubic hair was trimmed and oddly soft ("Hair conditioner. You don't suppose I only do the hair on my head, do you?"). There was no artificial perfume here, only her aroma, and it was arresting. I kissed the entrance to her pussy, then started to lick her. As she opened and got wet, I put my tongue on her clit.

"Oh, you know where that is, do you? Mmm, good boy. Let's see how well you treat it," she moaned. I gave it more attention with my tongue.

The warmth of her thighs on my ears reminded me of how big she was. I was really loving how her size was turning me on. My cock was hard again. 

I asked her how I was doing. She said, "Suck my clit into your mouth, and run your tongue across it. And see if you can get a finger in me; I like something inside me when I'm being eaten."

Well, those were orders I was happy to carry out. As I did, she started to rock and moan. Taking this as my cue that I was on target, I continued, until she had a rocking orgasm and begged me to stop.

"Was that good?" I asked.

"Shut up. You know it was." 

"Well, now I've got another problem. I've got this hard cock again. I really want to fuck you. And I really want you on your hands and knees so I can do it from behind you." 

"Sounds good to me." She went down to get me wet, then got on her hands and knees. I got around behind her, stroked the head of my cock on her pussy, and, when I found her entrance, pushed it in. I started with short strokes, then slow deep strokes, then faster. One side, then the other. Because I had come recently, I was able to last a long time. And after a few minutes, she reached up to her pussy with her right hand and started playing with her clit. I could feel her touching the underside of my cock with her nails and fingertips as she did, and, as she came again, I could feel her pussy spasm. It was great. I came again. A lot.

"Mmm. I like that thing where you play with your pussy while I'm fucking you," I said.

"Good. Maybe I'll do it another time. Now, you've come twice, and if you're like most guys, you're going to want a rest. You're welcome to stay here. If you wake up with awful breath, there's a new toothbrush in the bathroom you can use."

"That Spiderman toothbrush? I was wondering about that. And what happened to that 'Not tonight, Romeo' stuff?" I asked.

" 'Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself. I am large; I contain multitudes.' Whitman. If you know enough writers, there's a quote for everything. And the toothbrush was a whopping eighty cents. I thought it was worth the risk."

You are large, and contain multitudes, I thought. And I like it. 

And then I fell asleep.

I woke up a couple of hours later. After regaining my bearings and remembering where I was, I got up to pee and, when I saw the Spiderman toothbrush, did my teeth. When I went back to bed, there was enough light in the room to see that Kathy had replaced her shorts, and had put on a tank top. It was cut low in the back, and had ridden up so that most of her back was exposed. Her regular breathing suggested she was asleep, but I decided to test it. After checking to see whether I needed a shave (and deciding I could probably get away with it; I had shaved just before the date), I started kissing her back, first gently, then with nibbles from my lips and teeth. I slowly worked my way down to the waist of her panties, and then to the back of her thighs and butt. I went back up to her back, and she said, "I want to take off this top, but I was afraid you'd stop." 

"Tell you what. Take it all off, and we'll see how long it takes me to stop."

"Mmm. That sounds good." She took off the tank top and her shorts, but instead of continuing with her back, I went back down and kissed her butt, then worked across her thighs to her pussy. She lifted her leg, and I had her butt in my chest while I was licking her. I did the stuff I had done earlier to her pussy, but slower and with more attention. As I shifted, my cock poked into her back.

"Spidey senses tingling," I said. "I used your toothbrush."

"Oh, is THAT where you keep your Spidey sense," she said. "What else can you do, Spiderman? Are you going to climb all over me? Look, don't do the web thing; the white sticky stuff I want from you is not going to be coming out of your wrists!"

I went back to attending to her back. As I did so, I saw she reached down and started playing with herself, and brought herself to orgasm while I watched her. 

"That was hot," I said. "Are your fingers wet? Give me your hand so I can clean 'em off."

I sucked her fingers clean, and the taste of her reminded me how much I had enjoyed doing oral sex on her. But now I wanted to fuck her again. I rolled her onto her back, and rubbed the head of my cock on her pussy until the head was wet with her, and rammed it in. This time there was no technique; I just jammed her as fast and as hard as I could, and shortly came again.

"That was good," she said. More than once.

After I lay with her a little while, I picked up my clothes and started to go.

"This was great," I said. "I'm gonna go sleep in my own bed now, though."

"I had a great time. Please call me again. I'd really like to spend more time with you," she said.

"I will. I'll call next week."

You bet your big, lovely, round, beautiful ass I'll call.