I had never paid much attention to Sara's body until one day I received a call from Sara, asking me if I could come next door and massage her shoulder again as it was really bothering her. I told her that I would come right over. I knocked on her door and Sara answered wearing just a robe. She excuse herself for being dressed in a robe but said she had just finished her shower. I told Sara that it was ok, as a matter of fact it would be much better with a massage if she didn't have alot of clothes on to hinder the deep muscle rub.  She ask me if I would like a cup of coffee first and I said yes. As Sara moved around the kitchen, her robe kept opening to where I could she most if not all of one of her tits. Now Sara is 68 but from what I could see, her tits were still pretty firm and not sagging. I kept staring until I noticed that I was getting a hard on. I was thinking to myself, what is happening, this is an older woman and I am getting turned on. After we finished coffee, Sara suggested that we do the massage on her bed. The mattress was firm and would work like a massage table. I agreed and we went to her bedroom. Sara had laid a sheet across the bed telling me she didn't want and oil to get on her bedding. Sara laid down on her stomach and lowered her robe to expose her back to me. I began to rub the oil into her skin which was tight and little sagging in any place. As I moved my hands up and down her back and sides, I brushed the sides of her breast several times. Sara would let out these low moans and tell me that it really felt good and my hands were like magic. Soon Sara suggest that she roll over onto her back and I could get the front of her shoulder. I expected Sara to cover up, but she left her robe off and all of a sudden I was staring at two beautiful matching tits with the most inviting nipples sticking up. I could hardly control my hands as I massaged her shoulder. Sara complained that the pain had worked its way down to her chest muscles and could I massage that area also. I smiled and said if it doesn't make you unconfortable no problem. I began massaging Sara's breast, finally reaching her nipples and gently giving them small pinches. Sara immediately responded by arching her back and making her tits stick up higher. I bent down and ever so slowly began using my tongue circling each nipple one at a time until I had individually sucked both nipples in my mouth. When I was done working on her tits, Sara ask me if she could suck my cock. Sara said that her and Bill would do this alot and since Bill died, she missed it alot. I pulled out my cock and placed it near her mouth. Sara slowly ran her tongue up and down the shaft and onto my balls. This went on for several minutes and then Sara put my entire cock down her throat and milked my cock with her throat muscles until I started cumming. I just had the best orgasm of my life. I was totally exhausted. I told Sara that I had to go and she said that she understood however she would probably need a massage at least once a week. I smiled and told Sara it would be my pleasure to help her. The massages went on for two years until Sara sold her house and moved away. My girlfriend always would ask about Sara and say " I bet Sara misses having you around to help her with everything," I just smiled at her and said " Yes, Sara was one special lady in need of constant help."

She ran her fingers over her sun kissed cheeks, looking hard for any imperfections he may find displeasing. She stared into her own eyes for a moment. Where there once was a glimmer of hope and happiness now was home to sadness so deep it consumed her soul. She brushed her dirty blond hair away from her face, forcing the best smile she could muster as she heard footsteps outside the front door.

She quickly scampered to the living room, stopping a few feet from the door. There she dropped to her knees, her body molding itself into the picture of submissive perfection. Her thighs spread widely, invitingly displaying her shaved, baby smooth flesh. She arched her back deeply, pushing her ample breasts forward. Keri drew in a deep breath, exhaling slowly as she focused on her love for him as she tried to rid herself of the thoughts that plagued her.

The backs of her hands came to rest squarely on her tanned thighs as she stared at the door handle… The knob turned slowly as the door swung open. Her gaze immediately dropped as she flashed her best attempt at a smile. Her breath stopped, anticipating his inspection of her. Scott closed the door, standing in front of her for a moment. He stroked her hair as he looked down at her with a pleased smile. This was where she was expected to be whenever he arrived.

"Well little one, I see you have not forgotten how to greet me," he said

He walked past her, making his way toward the chair at the opposite side of the room. He sat down, his eyes remaining on her, and pointed to the spot directly in front of his feet without speaking as much as a syllable. Obediently, Keri placed her palms on the floor in front of her, crawling to him like a lowly animal and resumed her position at his feet.

 

"Very good little one, now remove My shoes and socks," he said as he sunk back into the chair.

Keri nodded slightly, her fingers immediately worked to untie his shoes. She slid them off, his socks following after each, and laid them next to the chair. She sat back on her heels again, her hands falling to her thighs as she awaited his next command. He smiled, just staring at her for a moment. He stood up, tossing his blue Abercrombie & Fitch t-shirt onto the sofa.

"Well girl, what are you waiting for," he asked, his crotch inches from her face.

Her fingers fumbled to unfasten his pants as quickly as she could, sliding them down his legs. He stepped out of them, kicking them aside for the moment. She wrapped her long, slender fingers around his swollen shaft as she leaned forward. Holding him steady, she guided the head of his cock between her soft pink lips.

Her tongue worked in small circles as it languidly lapped at the smooth skin. She began to feed his cock into her warm wet mouth slowly. With her lips wrapped tightly around him, she began to suck lightly at first. He reached down, grabbing a handful of her hair as he forced the length of his cock into her throat. She swallowed hard to keep herself from gagging as he assaulted her throat. Her tongue pressed firmly against the underside of her shaft as he fucked her mouth.

Keri hated herself for what she had become, but she could not tell him no. No one else had ever made her feel like he did. She hated the pain that he caused her both physically and emotionally, but the feelings his touch evoked surpassed the hatred. She worked her tongue along his cock, tracing the veins that ran along it as he forced it deep into her throat with every thrust. Her eyes closed, continuing to do her best to please him. Scott yanked her hair hard, pulling her off his throbbing shaft and forcing her onto the floor. She landed against it with a loud thud.

"Get on your hands and knees slut," he growled.

"Yes Master," she replied softly as she rolled into position.

His hand caressed her soft cheeks for a moment before he drew back, swatting her hard. Her skin quickly reflected back the angry red handprint. He forced her legs further apart, his left lining the head of his engorged shaft up with her tender pink slit. The tip nuzzled between her lips, allowing him to grip her hips with both hands. With a single, brutal thrust, Scott hilted himself inside her. Her body jolted back and forth like a shaken rag doll with the impact of each stroke. He growled and grunted as he plowed deep inside her.

Her soft whimpers went unnoticed as he reached down, giving her clit a harsh pinch. Her body stiffened, the sweet pain shot through her. Keri rocked back into his thrusts, her body beginning to crave more of his vicious lust. She knew he was the only one who could ever satisfy her need for such treatment. Her moans became louder with each thrust, feeling the head of his cock angrily stabbing at the opening of her cervix. He slammed his cock into her as hard as he could, forcing further into her. He stared down at his rigid shaft as it moved in and out of her. Thin streaks of blood lined his skin as he continued to ream her tight hole.

He moved his hand to her breast, squeezing it hard as his fingers sought out her nipple. Scott yanked the swollen pink nub, twisting it between his thumb and index finger. His nails dug into it as he tugged on it, causing Keri to shriek. Her body was trembling as each cruel gesture brought her closer to orgasm. Each cry was a plead for more, as she forced herself back into each thrust.

"If you want to cum, you better beg for it you filthy little whore," he stated as he reamed her abused cunt.

She whimpered loudly, struggling to keep herself from disobeying. Her body so close to climax that she was unsure she could do it.

"Oh Master, please let girl cum. Let her show You just how much she loves Your brutal touch. Please Master, let girl drench Your cock in her juices and cum for You," she pleaded between panting breaths.

"You have to do better than that slut," he replied.

"Oh fuck, Master, please let girl cum. Girl is so close, she just wants to please You Master. Please, girl will do anything if You let her cum, anything You wish Master," she begged. "Just let girl cum for You."

"You will do whatever I say anyway you sorry excuse for a cumdumpster," he groaned, pumping furiously into her.

"Oh god Master, girl can't hold out much longer. The feel of Your cock inside her makes her so hot," her words trailed off as she fought to keep control.

"Cum you fucking slut," he growled.

He felt the spasms around him as he began to fuck her harder, causing her to cry out in pain. The thin trickle of blood smeared over his cock as he hammered her as hard as he could. Her juices dribbled down from her tortured cunt each time he forced himself all the way inside her. His balls slapped loudly against the wetness that coated her clit.

Her body shuddered hard, still caught in the grips of the intense climax. She tried to form intelligible words but all she could muster was a tangled mess of guttural sounds. His fingers tangled in her hair, jerking her head back. He withdrew from her dripping wet cunt, placing the tip of his cock to her puckered anus.

"You are far from done bitch," he answered.

His cock jabbed into her, hilting itself with a single thrust. Keri cried out in pain as he ripped through the tight ring of muscles. Tears streamed down her cheeks as he impaled her on his throbbing cock. The tender lining of the dark opening felt as it if it was being shredded with each invasion. The pain subsided slowly, as her body became accustomed to his girth. His powerful thrusts became more intense. He grunted as he yanked her back into each thrust. Her hair felt as if it was being ripped out as he continued to ravage her body.

Her eyes clenched shut as he twisted the handful of hair in his grip. Her neck wrenched painfully as she moved her head to follow the motion of his hand. Her painful cries fueled him on as he continued to ream her tight little ass. He used that grip to yank her back into his thrusts, causing her extreme pain. She whimpered and moaned as he brutalized her puckered little opening. It did not take long for him to make her bleed from his cruel touch.

He stared down at the streaks of blood on his cock, making him only fuck her harder and faster. He always seemed to take great joy in abusing her body. She was the only girl who ever withstood the dark side of his lusts and begged for more. He grunted as he released her hair, his fingers moving to her hips. He grasped her tightly, digging his nails into her flesh as he pulled her back into each thrust, leaving little crescent shaped lacerations. She knew there would be bruises to match when he finished.

Keri could feel him throbbing inside her more intensely now. Her body ached from his touch, yet still continued to throw herself back into his pumping hips with all her might. The pain was intense but it was well worth it to please him. There was always that shred of hope that if she tried harder, if she gave all of herself to him that he would return her love.

His right hand moved, wrapping around her throat as he began to squeeze. She closed her eyes as she felt it becoming more difficult to breathe. She struggled for each breath, feeling lightheaded as he continued to tighten his grip on her. His hips slammed hard into hers, her breasts bouncing hard with each collision of their bodies. She was on the verge of collapse when she heard the familiar growl and the warm torrent of cum flood into her bowel.

The moment he released her throat, her arms gave out, dropping her upper body against the floor. He held himself inside her for a moment as he panted, catching his breath. She slowly composed herself, remaining on her hands and knees until his spent cock slipped from her abused hole. Immediately upon its withdrawal, Keri spun around, lowering her head and devouring his shaft. She dutifully licked it clean, making sure not to miss an inch. The metallic tang of blood nauseated her but still she continued in hopes of his approval.

He stroked her hair gently as she fed upon the mixture of juices that clung to his flesh.

"Good girl." he said, glancing over at the clock. "I need to get going. I have to pick up Cynthia. She's meeting my parents tonight."

He stumbled to his feet, pushing her away. She remained kneeling, her head hung as she tried to keep from crying in front of him. Scott dressed quickly and patted her on the head as he passed. Moments later, he was gone again and she was left alone with her self-loathing. Keri rose to her feet and went to the bathroom to try to wash away the filthy feelings that now consumed her.

She staired at it for a long time, and at first she didn't hear the phone ringing, then her mind snapped back into the world, as she stould up and walked across her studio to answer the phone. She picked it up, her voice so soft she almost sounded whispering. "Angel.. my sweet Angel." She felt her breath catch in her throat. "Angel, I have to see you again tonight, I have to... " he pleaded with her. "I will send a car to your apartment, I left you money so you could buy yourself something pretty to wear, something nice.." His breaths came quick into the phone. "I will send a car at Midnight, my Angel, get into it and put on the blind fold... the car won't move until you do." The phone then clicked as she let out a breath. She hung it up and looked at the money in her hands for a long long time. She set it down on her bed, and moved to take a shower.

She stould infront of her closet a long time, and felt dirty for wearing those trashy clothes all the time, finally she pulled out a pair of sweat and a teeshirt, pulling them on her as she slipped into some sneakers. She picked up her house keyes, and tucked the money into her wallet carefully before she left her apartment and walked down the stairs. She didn't live in a good neighbor hood, and she didn't want anyone to know she had so much money on her. She ducked out and saw the nice car waiting outside, a driver standing next to it. Her eyes grew big, as people seemed to stair at her. The driver opened the door and motioned for her to get inside, which she did reluctantly.

The driver himself slid into the car, and started it up. "The Gentleman wishes me to escort you shopping Miss." he said rather friendly. "Where would the lady wish to go." She glanced around and felt unconfertable, sitting alone in the back of the car. "Um... a nice place for a dress, I suppose." she murmered softly. The driver pulled away from the curb and into traffic with ease, moving along as he watched her from the mirror. He was an older man, with slightly greying hair, though he looked well in shape still.

"Of course, you have a reservation at Bloomington's for lunch this afternoon Miss... " he said to her as he startd pulling away from her neighborhood all together and move them more into the nicer districts of the city. She watched out the window, and felt ashamed. "I am not dressed for Bloomingtons... um.. couldn't we just go the drive through at Mc Donalds?"

The man chuckled softly as he watched her still. "Miss, enjoy a nice lunch, we can get you a nice outfit for the resteruant, infact The Gentleman wishes you to buy yourself some nice new clothes. The Gentleman also wishes for you to except an invitation to move into a nicer apartment, one with security in a nicer neighborhood." The girl looked at him as she leaned back against the seat of the car, her head swimming. "This isn't a request, it's an order Miss, do not decline him." She nodded her head slowly as she curled her legs up to her chest.

The car stopped after a while, outside of a high class store. She looked at the building and sighed softly as she looked at the driver. "I can't go in there... they won't let me in there, it's an exclusive store." The driver didn't listen as he climbed out of his car, and moved around to her door. He opened it up and offered to help her out, which she did take his arm. Once she was out, he walked her to the store, and inside. The clerks looked up and frowed a bit. "Miss Angel has an appointement." He said firmly, as one women checked her books. "Oh yes... yes.." the woman seemed delighted. They soon surrounded her and pulled her twords the dressing rooms, grabbing clothes left and right.

After being fussed over for hours, she had seven new outfits, including a white summer dress for dinner tonight. The driver lead her back out to the car, putting her purchases away as she slid inside. He then drove her to a salon, and escorted her inside to get poked, prodded, and done up nicely. She was wearing a new white skirt, a loose fitting one that went to her ankles, and a new pair of pretty sandles. Her top was loose and comfertable, fitting her so nicely. The stylist commented several times how he loved the shirt as he did her hair and makeup.

Lunch went well, it wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. She did insist that the driver ate with her, she didn't want to eat alone. The driver complied, and she had left overs to take home. Instead of going home though, the driver took her to a very nice apartment complex and escorted her inside to the top floor, a pent house. The place was completely furnished, for her. Nice art on the walls, pretty furnature, a lovely TV. Her room was spectacular, a lovely king sized bed, with satin sheets and plush pillows.

She spent the after noon wandering over the place, looking out the window to the city below feeling so uncomfertable. The hours crawled by slowly, making her feel worce and worce about herself as she waited for the car to come back. Finally it was time, and she was dressed. She slowly walked down the hall to the elevator feeling so exposed as she took herself to the ground floor. The car was waiting outside for her, and she got herself inside and picked up the white silk blindfold. She placed it around her eyes, and the car stared to move.

Her fingers shook slightly as she sat patiently in the car as the drive was done in silence, making her feel more and more insecure. Soon the car stopped, she could tell it was inside some place, and after moment the door opened. She thought it was the driver, but instead the hands pulled her against him as she could smell that familure smell of the man's body. His lips pressed to her ear and murmered softly. "you look so lovely my Angel." he said as he started to guide her along, through a door. She could hear her steps echo on the wood floor again, and then her figure brushed through a doorway.

He picked her up, his arms under her legs and around her waist as he lifted her close to him, walking across the floor until he layed her on the bed, the same bed she felt last night. "Now my love, my sweet Angel." he murmered as his hands slid over her breasts. "Tonight, I am going to enjoy you again." As soon as he touched her, her body betrayed her, clouding her sences as she wanted him right away. His hands squeeze her breasts through the fabric, just as tender as the night before, as he pressed his mouth against hers. She couldnt help it anymore, her arms going around his shoulders as she squirmed against his body.

 

Her fingers pressed into his shoulder blades as he slid his tongue into her mouth, swirling it around and toying with her own. His hands then slipped down and started to slide her skirt up bunching it around her hips as he then toyed with the skin of her inner thigh. Her legs instinctively opened for him, letting him run trails up and down her skin as he continued his sweet embrace of her mouth. His fingers slide a trail over her lace panties, teasing her sences as she shifted her hips to push his finger closer. "My Angel, my sweet Angel..." He murmered so soft against her lips.

His hand raised up and slowly pulled her to her feet, as her head swam with excitement. He walked around her, and unzipped her dress, pushing it from her shoulders slowly as his lips pressed against her skin of her shoulders. She couldn't help but shudder, her sences were so intoxicated by him.

He pulled the dress down off her body as his lips locked upon her neck, sucking the skin so gently as his hands slid over her bare stomach, moving to explore her lace covered breasts. His hands squeezed against her soft round globes and pushes them into her chest as his tongue swirled against her neck. She moaned and leaned against him, going limp for a moment.

His hands then released the front clip of her bra, and started drawing it off her body, exposing her breasts to the open air. Her nipples we so hard now, they poked up into the air a soft coco color against her creamy olive skin. He then slid a hand back to her breasts, rolling it around in his palm as he toyed with those rock hard nipples, causing her to shudder. His other hand slide to the waist band of her panties, tickling the skin there as he continued to toy with the skin of her neck with his lips.

"My angel, my sweet angle." he murmered as his lips came up to her ear again. "Let me take care of you forever, let me shower my love upon you..." He murmered as his hand slide below her waist band. "I will never hurt you, I swear... I will always pamper you and love you." His voice sounded so pleading as his finger slide over the lips of her already wet pussy. His finger slid between the lips of her sex, sliding through the wetness as he let out a soft moan into her ear. "What ever you want, what ever you need, where ever you want to go... anything My Angel, just don't tell me no."

She shuddered against his body, her fingers moving to take a hold of his wrist in her hand, the other moving to curl around his neck as she held onto him. "I won't tell you now.." she gasped as his finger pushed against her clit, driving her mad with desire. "Just let me see you.." His hand stopped, and tried to pull way, but she held him firm.

"No Angel, no... " He stammered as he tried to back away, but she wouldn't let him, her arm holding onto him tightly. "No don't leave me, don't not again.. I won't ever ask again, I'm sorry.. don't stop." The man paused a moment, then pressed his lips to her neck again. "Never ask again, never... Promise me you will never ask." He murmered in her ear. "I promise.." she swore. "If you ask again, I will leave you alone and never come back." She nodded her head, as he leaned against him, closing her eyes behind the blind fold. His hand pushed into her lips again, spreading them slightly as his finger started to slide through the wet folds.

He wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her back with him, moving to lay her on the bed again, never letting his hand leave her wet folds. As she layed back, and lifted her legs wide for him his finger slipped into her folds, probing her sences more.

"Angel, slide your panties off for me." He murmered as his finger slid in and out of her little slit, his palm covering the rest of her womanhood. She nodded her head as she reached her hands down, and pulled the lace panties off her body, sliding them past her feet. He took them from her grasp and set them aside as his finger dove in and out of her slit, swirling around and pressing into the muscles. She pushed her hips against his diving finger as she let out a gasp into the air.

His hand pulled away, leaving her wimpering as he slowly slid himself between her legs again. His hands curled around her hips, lifting her up like she was weightless and bringing her pussy right to his lips. She couldn't stand it, as her hands grasped into the bedcovers, his tongue driving between her folds, slowly licking from her slit to clit with his whole tongue. His lips then locked to her sex as his tongue invaded her slit, licking and swirling around for a moment before he pulled away. "My Angel, my sweet sweet Angel.." He murmered as he let her hips lay back down upon the bed. He rose from her slowly and she could hear the sound of him undressing, his pants falling on the floor, followed by his shirt. Soon he was between her legs, with his lips locked so tightly to her mouth she though he was going to suck the air right out of her lungs.

She could feel his cock between her lips, pressing at the entrence of slit, threating to press into her body as he kissed her with such hunger. His cock felt so thick, she'd had sex before a few times, not many but she'd never felt a cock this thick before in her life. His hips started to push into her, the head of his cock sliding into her folds as she let out a wimper. She found his lips near her ear again, as he whispered softly, cupping her head in his hands as his length continued to push in and out, each thrust pushing him further and further into her body. "Angel, don't worry.. I won't hurt you, I'd never hurt you."

Her hips rocked into his, as she moaned again. His cock felt so good, so warm like it fit there in her body, filling her up so completly as he continued to drive into her folds. His words continued to come into her ear. "Let me know if I go to fast, I can't help myself, your body is like heaven." He murmered so softly as he picked up speed, pushing into her more quickly and with more pressure.

All she could do was moan, twisting her head to the side as her eyes squinted shut tightly from under the blind fold as he continued to pound himself into her, grunting with each effort. One of his hands moved to her breast, squeezing it tightly as he started to pound her with more force from his hips. The other one wrapped around one of her legs, pulling it up to hook over his shoulder, tilting her body just right that his head hit her spot deep inside. She felt the waves of pleasure shoot through her system, stimulating every nerve in her body, and setting her on fire.

His other hand left her breast and pulled her other leg up to place on his shoulder as he pushes him self so deep into her body she for a moment thought he was going to rip right through her, and all she could do was moan and plead for him not to stop.

His cock slammed over and over again as he grunted and pushed into her. His hands sliding down to hold her hips firmly as he couldn't help himself anymore, his grunts so animal like now he was to wrapped up in screwing her pussy. Soon his movements became paniced as his hand squeezed so tight on her hips, pulling her so tightly against his body and holding her there. She could feel his cock jump around in her, and his hot liquid splashing against her walls as she herself came as well. Her muscles spasming as she shuddered with waves of pleasure.

His body fell over hers, as her legs slipped back onto the bed, his lips panting in her ears as she layed there, dizzy. His lips murmered so softly into her ear. "I love you my sweet Angel... I love you."

He had always wanted to fuck me in the ass and I knew tonight was the night. I had always been a little nervous about it but decided to see what it was like. I walked him over to bed, laid down started playin with my own pussy knowing he loved to watch me play with myself> He told me he wanted to see me make myself cum so I played with my pussy, stroking it until I had an orgasm and I came hard. This had made his cock hard again as I knew it would and he climbed on top of me and starting fucking me just the way I liked it-hard and deep! This went on for several minutes as I told him how good it felt and then I stopped him and rolled over and had him fuck me doggie style. I loved the deep sensation of it! He reached around and played with my pussy and he rammed his cock into me as hard as he coulduntil we both exploded in ecstasy. I knew he thought we were done but I wasn't yet. I walked over the side of the hot tub, picked up the tube I had brought, walked back over and handed it to him. His face lit up like a Christmas tree. I kneeled down and took his cock in my mouth again stroking it until I had him hard again, then I knelt down on the floor, laid the upper part of my body on the bed so that my ass was was at the perfect heighth. He asked if I was sure and I said Hmm-mmm and he took the cap off the tube and smeared it on my ass make it slippery enough to slide his cock in with no problems. I felt his cock push up against the opening and then slowly he slid it in. It was painful at first but as he slowly worked his cock in and out the feeling became better and better. I told him he could go faster and he started slipping his cock in and out of my ass faster and faster. I told him I was going to come and after a few more thrusts we both came together . It was the most amazing orgasm I ever had. I have no idea why I held out so long.

We continued to enjoy each other all night and as we left the next day i told him to get ready-i had more surprises in store for out next night out!

"

As she glances behind her she see a well-dressed man, probably in his mid to late twenties, dressed professionally in a blue suit.

"Excuse me," he says, as he catches his breath. "Is this handbag yours?"

Lacey looks at the man, then at the handbag, then up at the man again. "No." she replies. Then turns around, and begins walking away.

"But miss, I saw you drop it about a block back" said the stranger.

Lacey, feeling very agitated at the moment, turns around, snatches the purse out of his hands, and begins walking at a face pace towards the street corner, as if to hail a cab. As Lacey stands at the corner, our man know is very confused, should he approach this mysterious, yet beautiful woman, or leave it alone, and go on about his day?

Our stranger walks up to Lacey now, who is standing at the corner now, and asks for her name.

Lacey turns around and says, "I find you to be a very attractive man, but now is not the time, I am in a hurry, I haven't got time to be wasting

talking with you."

"Okay then." he says. Just as he turns around to be on his way, he feels a slight tap on his shoulders. He tunrs around and to his surprise and it's Lacey, standing there staring intentively.

"What is your name?" she proclaims.

Stunned, the man, manages to get out the words, "J...J...J...Jake Touuuwnsend, JT for short, annnd yoUuU?"

"You will learn in due time." said Lacey.

The stranger looks puzzled beyond belief now, "What do you mean in due time, I though you were in a hurry, and didn't have time to waste?"

Lacey starts to chuckle, staring down at her handbag "It looks like my whole afternoon has just opened up."

Still stunned JT asks, "Where to?"

Just as soon as JT got those words out of his mouth, Lacey grabs his hand, and pulls him towards her. They stare at each other for a moment, then Lacey leans in close for a kiss. And just as soon as JT could figure out what was going on, her lips removed themslef from his, and by the time he had opened his eyes, Lacey had vanished. You see, in fact, Lacey did have somewhere to be, she had a business meeting to attend at a restaurant nearby.

 

JT, who was left standing all alone, began to think what was going on? Who was that woman? Was she even real? "Woah, woah, woah," he said to himself, no he was questioning his sanity. He knew something wasn't right about this, and he wasn't about to just brush it off and go on about his business, no you see JT wasn't like that, he had to find out more about this mysterious woman. He didn't know where to begin. All he had was a first name, and knew she was into Haute Couture. "Where to begin, Where to begin, he said to himself?" So he began looking in every shop and restaurant along the driection he assumed she went off in.

Meanwhile, Lacey, had just arrived at L'Auberge, a french-restaurant, on the upper-east side of town, not far from where our two characters just had there encounter. She sat down at the table the waiter had pointed her too, and joined her co-workers. A few minutes into their conversationg Lacey began spacing out, and thinking about JT, and their breif encounter. She excused herself from her co-workers and said she needed to go to the ladies room. And just as soon as she had got out of her chair, she looks up and to her surprise JT has just walked through the door. JT just happens to see her out of the corner of his eye, and notices Lacey has motioned for him to follow her into the ladies restroom. Arriving at the restroom door, neither of them get a word in, before they began, where they left off before, but this time JT is clued in to what is going on now.

In between, all of the kissing, JT managed to get a few words out, "I never though I would see you again."

"Shhh." Is all Lacey had to say, and on that note she grabbed ferociously at JT's belt buckle and began to undo his zipper at the same time. His pants feel to the floor, before both of them realized they hadn't made it into the bathroom yet, but no one showed any concern, so they forgot all about that, and imagined no one else was there. Apparently, no one had noticed them yet anyways. Just as Lacey's skirt hit the ground, the restaurant manager rounded the corner, and stood in shock. But Lacey didn't seemed surprised one bit, she motioned for him to come over as well, and dropped his pants immediately. By now both JT and the manager were both rock hard, and almost bursting out of their briefs now, but Lacey wasn't ready for them to be released yet.

Lacey demanded that the manager get on his knees, and pull her silk thong to the side, and begin slowly licking her clitoris. While the manager did that, JT was still passionately kissing Lacey, and he didn't seem to mind that the manager had joined in. He actually seemed more eager. By now it was time for the trio to move into the restroom, and they locked the door behind them. There was a couch for the woman to wait to use the mirrors, and that's where all three of them wound up. As soon as Lacey sat down, JT removed her top, and bra, to reveal a lucious pair of 36DD breasts. The nipples were so perky, and ready for action, and the way they pointed was amazing.

Now it was time. Lacey motioned for her "men" to stand up. As they did, Lacey began removing their briefs now. Only to reveal two massive cocks. She was very please with what she was seeing, although JT was larger, the manager wasn't lacking anywhere. She grabbed JT's cock with her left hand, and the manager's cock with her right, and pulled them closer to her mouth. She let go and spit into each of her hands, and began to slowly stroke each cock. First she began to put the manager's cock into her mouth, slowly taking in the head, and making sure to lick every inch, of his hard meat, and not leaving one single spot dry on her way down. She struggled, but she managed to swallow all 8.5 inches. Meanwhile, she was speeding up her strokes on JT's cock, with her left hand still. JT's turn now, she pulled the manager's cock out of her mouth, and slowly put JT's into her mouth. Beginning like she did on the other, but progressively increasing speed, and getting her hand into it. Faster, Faster, FASTER! JT began to moan, and with each bob of Lacey's head, JT's moans grew louder, and louder. And before you know it JT had blew his load all over Lacey's gorgeous face, and she made sure she sucked the rest of his man juice out of his throbing cock. Now it was the manager's turn, she decided to swallow the manager's whole load. As he began to squirt, Lacey gagged at the amount of nut he realeased into her mouth, but she managed to take it all in.

Right after they both shot their load, Lacey stood up wiped off her face. Put her bra, and suit jacket back on, and walked out to never be seen again by either man. JT, had a day he would never forget, confusing at first, but well worth it, and the manager, saw it as a job perk!

 

THE END

She slid out of the chair on to the floor, he moved out around the chair and crouched right beside her and pushed her dress up out of the way running his fingers along her inner thigh. He slid his fingers over the silky underwear that she had on and could feel the moistness in them. He kissed her navel as he slid his middle finger then fore finger inside of her, he could feel her legs tremble. Hard and engorged inside of his jeans he was becoming harder by the second and was relived when she slid her hand up his leg and across his cock and pulled down the Zipper slowly. The sensation of the vibration from the zipper was enough to make him weak, he held him self up with is other hand and removed the one from her crotch. She pulled on his jeans as he helped pull them down she wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke it as she kissed around the base. He could feel the blood as it pulsed in his cock and could feel the warm wet feeling of her tong as she ran it around the head of his dick then took him all the way in kissing the base when she could go no further.

He slid one arm under her pulling off her panties and the other unzipped the back of her dress, he then lifted her with one hand under her knees and the other behind her back and picked her up off the ground, he stood up and moved towards the house placing one thigh on each of his hips and sliding his warm cock in to her.. It felt so wet and warm. He placed her back against the wall and slowly slid in and out of her. She mooned and this made him want her more, he grabbed a Brest and began to pinch and bite at her nipple, and as he thrust himself in and out of her she closed her eyes and let out a yell as she hit the height of it all, and dug her nails in to the backs of his shoulders and ran them down his back..

Laying in bed his body was hot and covered in sweat from the dream that he was experiencing. The sun crept in to the widow and across the floor towards his bare naked sleeping body. When the sun touched his face it woke him from a dream that gave him the most exhilarating feeling of being real, “Was it real?” he said out loud to himself. He stood up grabbing a towel off of the pile of clean laundry to wipe the sweat off of his body. Standing there staring at his bed drenched in sweat and seamen from his wet dream, and the thoughts of the girl in the dream still running through his head, he headed for the shower. While the water ran down his naked body weaving over each muscle he could do nothing, but think of the girl that occupied his dream almost all night, and the thoughts of her still made him hard.

He climbed out of the shower with no thoughts of reliving the throbbing in his groin the only thoughts were on the girl from the dream and the amazing details in which he could remember of the dream. “You cannot remember dreams this well” he said trying to convince himself that it wasn’t true but last night seemed so real, it was scary..

He sat down on the couch and turned on the television, tried flipping through channels to get his mind off of the girl and when he couldn’t he put his hands over his face to try to remember details of events in the dream, and at that point realized that he could remember them all.. He could then feel the throb in his groin again and he looked at the phone.. “There is no way that the dream could have been real.. She would never have been here last night..” His eyes shifted back and forth from the phone to the ceiling as he thought of calling her to see how she acted.. When it rang he felt like he jumped right out of his skin.. Picking up the phone he took a deep breath, “Hello?” he asked and only heard breathing on the other line… “Gwen?” he said it without thinking…

“How did you know that it was me?” The voice on the other line said “I don’t think I have ever called your house.”

“Caller ID” even though he had never looked at the little box that sits clear across the room. It was just what he said cause that is all he could think of… “What have you been up to?” Trying to change the subject. “Your right you don’t normally call, what’s going on?” Glad that he got her off of the some how physic events..

“Nothing much I was just a little board and figured that you wouldn’t mind if I called to visit a little..” he could hear in her voice that she was leaving something out.

With out thinking he said “do you have any plans for tonight, Cause I don’t?” now realizing what he said.. He closed his eyes and scolded him self for it..

“No plans here, actually absolutely none I have today and tomorrow off, and entirely nothing to…...” She cut her sentence off and paused for Quite some time… “ Why do you ask?”

Not being able to think of something to cover his words at this moment and wanting to say something so she wouldn’t know that something was on his mind like he knew something was on hers.. “Want to come over her for dinner……” he thought for a moment longer.. “ I have a pool and it has been quite hot out lately.. I also have air conditioning”

“sounds like your already trying to talk me in to it and I haven’t even said no yet.” He could tell she was smiling, you can hear a smile in some ones voice when they talk on the phone.

“Well what do you say?” he asked now thinking that that may have been why she called.. But she stayed silent for a few moments… “Not a biggie I just figured that I Live out here where it’s a little more open and it would get you out of your apartment”

“Ya,, no, that don’t sound like all that bad of an idea..” her voice still pausing frequently “but I have one question first..”

“What’s that?” un concerned as he could be

“ How real should Dreams feel,” His heart now pounding as he listened and let her ask her question.. “ I mean this probably sounds real odd, but I had a dream last night and I can remember it real well… But what’s Odd is that it was like a Real Illusion, you know like a magic trick that everyone thinks is fake but no one can figure out how it was really done…” she stopped cause she noticed that he became real silent.. “well its no biggie” she said trying to change the subject..

Covering for him self “don’t know I really don’t remember dreams at all but I know people that can remember them pretty well.” hoping that it worked he started to feel that she shouldn’t come over.. But he wanted her to so badly..

“Well” she cut in “ what time should I be out there?”

Astonished she agreed, and they said their goodbyes, as he pressed on the off button on the phone, he took a deep breath and hung up the phone.

The blinds were still closed, dinner dishes were still in the sink from the night before, and he still sat in his towel on the couch. He stood up and pulled down on the string to the blinds, Flooding the room with bright sun light, he closed his eyes to get time to focus and could see her, quickly opening his eyes again he walked to the kitchen and picked up a sponge to do the dishes..

Going through his dressers he had this odd feeling of not knowing what to wear, a feeling that he cant for the life if him ever remember having. Finally he decided on just something normal, a pair of slacks and a nicer T.

On the nightstand was his wallet, he stuck it in to his back pocket and picked his keys up off of the dresser, everything seemed like he was doing it in slow motion, cause his mind was surely someplace else. On his way out to the car he paused to grab a pop out of the cooler on the porch and toss out a beer can from the night before.

 

Still sitting on the couch staring at the phone, in total shock of what she just did, not being able to believe that she was hooked on the thought of him in her dream. “Why on earth did I call him?” She stood up and walked to the shower, setting her coffee down on the counter next to the sink she leaned forward to look in to the mirror she could see the effects that not enough sleep does to you on her face, even though if this was a dream she slept quite well last night. Shaking her head she Pulled her night shirt off over her head and laid it on the counter. Climbing in to the shower all she could think of was his arms wrapped around her and his lips pressing against her neck.

After her shower while she stood in her towel in front of the mirror brushing out her hair, she could feel her muscles relax and it seem that worries were lifted. Its just a get together between two friends, so she slipped in to a silky flowing summer dress that she wears all the time in the summer and used a little cover up under her eyes to get rid of the sleepiness look that she started the morning off with.

Placing her swimsuit in her bag she also tossed in some warmer clothes for the cooler night, a complete change of clothes for the next day, and a night gown.. Thinking that she knew that she wouldn’t need these, she felt she should take them any way, “I’ll just leave them in my car.” saying it out loud so she could let her self know that it was ok to take them. She picked up her purse and looked at her over night bag and laughed out loud, thinking.. . “How Ironic, my dream now I’m using something called an overnight bag to go over to his house..” She carried her bags out to her car and walked back to shut off lights and get her keys.. Her keys were on her head board an when she reached for them she couldn’t help but think of her dream again, she quickly shook her head to try to get rid of the image of him, “I cant be thinking like this.. I need to get rid of this feeling before I get there!” she said aloud scolding herself for the thoughts.. Then hit the light switch and walked out of the house locking the door behind her as she went.

She took it all in stride though. It was a part of the business and she was just happy to finally get a part of it.

For the most part, it was what she expected, but there were a lot of features from mainstream film that were also a part of porn that she wasn’t expecting, like the way they put make-up on her just before the sex scene. It made sense that they would want her to look good, but make-up wasn’t that important in normal sex so she never thought they’d take the time to do something like that just before some guy she’d never met shoved his dick down her throat.

“You did a good job your first day in the porn studio,” said the older man who was giving the interview.

His name was Jack. He was sitting next to the camera man out of the camera’s view in a director’s chair.

“Well, thank you!” said Sandy as if that was the first time anyone had told her that all day.

“You’re gonna be a regular here.”

“Oh, yeah? That’ll be fun,” she replied.

“You did really well today. That blowjob scene was fucking awesome.”

“Really?” she asked, still acting like no one had told her these things a dozen times earlier.

“I can tell you really love to suck cock.”

“I do. It’s awesome.”

“But do you know what I noticed?”

“What did you notice?” asked Sandy. Now it was getting interesting. He was finally saying something that she wasn’t expecting and it had her intrigued.

“Even when you were sucking cock, you had the wettest, juiciest, yummiest looking pussy. You get pretty wet easily, don’t you?”

“I guess,” was all Sandy could think to say. Both she and the interviewer giggled at how goofy her answer sounded. “I don’t really watch my pussy to see,” continued Sandy, and she burst into another laughing fit.

“Well, you get pretty messy. I saw you when you were coming when you were masturbating while you were sucking that cock. And you got really messy. So do you like your pussy licked?”

Sandy’s eyes lit up. “Yeah, a lot!” she replied.

“And played with?”

“Uh-huh”

“Tell me about this gushy thing that you do.”

Sandy was confused now. “What do you mean?”

“Where do you get all that juice from?”

“I don’t know. It just kinda happens.”

“Well, ya know, we wanna see more. We wanna do one more scene with you and I wanna see how wet I can get this pussy.”

Now he was talking her language. “Okay,” said Sandy trying to sound willing but not over excited.

Jack asked, “Do you think I could lick your pussy a little bit?”

Sandy was feeling more flattered than ever. A man from behind the scenes had gotten so turned on by her that he wanted to be in front of the camera just to have sex with her. That was a bigger compliment than any compliment that could ever come out of a person’s mouth.

“I think that’d be great. You’re cute,” replied Sandy.

He instructed her to take her top off. He wanted to see her naked.

She wasted no time in getting it off. She hooked her thumbs at the bottom and lifted it over her head, revealing two small tits with pink nipples. Sandy commented on the fact that he had already seen her naked a lot today as she squeezed her tits together.

He didn’t respond. He told her to stand up and keep going. He wanted to get her out of that skirt. He was dying to see her pussy again.

Once she was naked, he told her to sit back down, but with her pelvis all the way forward so that her ass was on the edge of the casting couch. He approached her.

He spread her bald pussy lips wide open to show the moisture and pinkness and tightness to the camera. He was right. She had a great looking twat.

“Can I lick your pussy and get you all slimy wet again?” he asked.

She said, “Yes, if I’m naked, you have to be naked.”

“What do you mean I have to get naked? I’m shy,” he joked.

“I don’t care,” said Sandy. “I’m naked.”

“Well, okay. Anything for the cause. But just don’t suck my dick like you did the other guy because you sucked it raw.”

She started laughing. There was some more bullshitting and joking for the camera but they eventually got down to business once Jack had gotten all his clothes off.

He spread the pussy lips and eyed them for a few moments. He liked the way her cunt looked. It was like he was memorizing every fold and curve. Then he started sucking the clit.

Sandy’s whole body tensed up. A low moan escaped her mouth.

Jack started sucking harder as he used his tongue to stroke her clit in small circles. Sandy moaned louder with each passing minute, but she never got too loud or lost control. She was just relaxing and enjoying the feel of this man’s magic tongue. It felt so good.

Jack’s suction was getting stronger. After a while he was slurping really loud on her pussy.

He would pause every now and then, sit up, and take a look at it. It was getting soaked, just how he liked it, just how he remembered it from the blowjob shoot earlier.

“It just keeps getting juicier and juicier,” Jack said.

Sandy was on the verge of losing it. Her upper body continued to buck a little. She was having spasms that she couldn’t control. Her leg was twitching too. She’d had so many baby orgasms.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pussy this wet in a long time,” Jack said. Then he clamped down on her clit and sucked with all his might.

“Ohhhh!” yelled Sandy.

Her pussy was oversensitive. It responded to every movement.

“Oh, yeah! Lick my clit!” she screamed as her legs continued to twitch and squirm. “I wanna suck your cock too.”

“Oh, you do?” said Jack.

Normally that would’ve been good news, but he was enjoying sucking on her young, sweet, juicy twat so much that getting his dick sucked was the farthest thing from his mind. He almost started to complain about it, but then he said, “Can I play with your pussy while you suck my dick?”

“Yeah,” she agreed, and it was on.

Sandy slouched further on the casting couch to get her head lower. Jack knelt on the couch so his cock would be level with her face.

Her right hand came up and grabbed it just before she latched her lips around it. She started sucking as she stroked his prick in sync with her sucking movements.

Jack’s cock was hard but he didn’t seem to be paying the blowjob any mind. Instead, he had leaned to his left and was busy fingering her clit.

He said, “Your pussy does get wetter when you suck dick. I noticed that today.”

Her cunt was starting to gush. It was so wet that it shined now, and if you looked close enough, which Jack was doing, you could actually see small streams of pussy juice flowing out.

It was crazy how much Sandy liked to suck dick. She was moaning more now than she was when she was getting her pussy sucked.

She was one of those women that Jack and his crew referred to as Christmas Givers. They got more joy from giving than receiving.

“That’s it,” said Jack as she was gulping down mouthfuls of his cock and slurping all the way. “Get that pussy nice and wet for me.”

“Oh, I wanna cum so bad!” she screamed.

“I want you to cum all over my face with that wet pussy,” said Jack.

“Oh yeah!”

He went down on her. His cock was still in her face but he was flexible enough to twist his upper body far enough to get his mouth back where he wanted it to be.

He started sucking her some more, and now that Sandy had experienced the joy of giving head, it made the pussy licking seem that much better. Her body was that much more alive.

Her legs seemed to have a mind of their own as they reflexively spread wide and continued to have occasional spasms. Her pussy was convulsing too and hot cunt juice spooed into Jack’s eagerly awaiting mouth. Her twat was blazing with tingles.

“Oh, god, I’m so close! Ohhhh!!” screamed Sandy. “Ohhh!!!! Oh, god, I’m about to cum! I’m gonna cum; I wanna sit on you.”

It sounded freaky, which was right up Jack’s alley, but he had no idea what Sandy had in store for him. He lay on the casting couch and Sandy lay on top with her ass cheeks on his chest and her sweet pussy so close to Jack’s face.

Jack teased her pussy by fondling her clit and licking along tender split. He’d alter his movements based on her reactions—the moans that came from her mouth or the way her body shook with excitement when he touched the right places—and after a while her whole pelvic region began to tremble.

“OOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” she screamed.

A huge burst of cum shot from her pussy and hit Jack square in the mouth. It was clear and very thick. It took Jack’s breath away for a second, likewise with the rest of the crew who were filming it all. Fluids were spilling from her sweet hole and literally poured all over Jack’s face and chest.

She was squirming and moaning a lot, her own cum substituting as a lubricant making her soft ass slide around on Jack’s chest. I swear everyone in the studio had hard-ons and wet pussies.

“Yeah, cum all over my face,” said jack as he continued licking cum from her pussy and ass while he fondled her swollen clit.

It would have gone on longer than it did, but Sandy made him stop touching her. She became extra sensitive after a messy orgasm like that one. She couldn’t handle any more.

“Well, can I cum all over that wet pussy?” asked Jack.

“Yeah, I would love that.”

Jack slid out from under her. It was easy because his chest was so slick with female cum. It left him sitting up, still in between Sandy’s legs, but with his cock pointed straight at her pussy as he masturbated.

“Cum on my wet pussy,” she pleaded.

He kept stroking and staring at her twat. He loved how wet it was and he kept thinking about the way she came like a man. Damn, that was such a turn-on.

Before long, ropes of sticky cum started shooting from his dick. All of it found its mark, plastering Sandy’s pink twat in man juice.

When he was done, he started rubbing in all over with his cock. He made sure to rub some inside the pussy lips. He wanted his genes all over Sandy.

It was a fun day. They’d had so many good shoots, but nothing could compare to that one and it wasn’t even a planned shoot.

That’s how it was in the porn industry. You never knew what was going to happen. There’s a surprise around every corner and Sandy was so happy to have her foot—and ass, tits, and pussy—in the door.

I went to school and continued with my day. After school my and my mates and a few girls went for a swin in fullwood lake. We all stripped off and played about. All our clothes where in seperate piles so we all knew who's where who's and where they was. When I got out I couldn't find my, I didn't tell my friends but got back in and said "I'm just going relax for abit." In a panic of looking around the side of the pond and woman emerged from the woods surrounding the lake, wearing a short skirt and low cut top she dropped my clothes on the floor and then hers. It was Ashley. We Stayed there for hours, until it got dark. We then went into the woods we layed our clothes on the ground and lied back, we cuddled together freezing cold and shared our first kiss.

I picked her up and pushed up against a tree. I thrusted my throbing cock inside of her and felt her pussy grip it. I grabbed her ass cheeks as she gave it me back, I couldn't hold it and blew a load inside of her. I put her down and looked at her dissapointed face, I wanted her so bad and couldn't help cuming early. I nibbled her ear then brushed the hair away from the back of her neck and kissed her softly as i pressed up against her ass feeling her tits. I turned her around and began licking her nipples then blowing on them, I felt her shiver. I licked down her tummy to her hot dripping pussy and kissed her other lips while i cupped her breasts in my hands, I stuck my tongue as far as it would go, her back began to arch and she gave me a facial. Pouring her pearly white cum onto my face. She fell forward and i then licked around her asshole, it opened up wide, and stuck my tongue in there before pushing my cock inside her ass. I heard my thighs slapping against her ass as her body shook. She screamed in pain but didn't want my stop. I playfully bite her neck and pulled her hair. I cumed in her ass and she fell back on me. I propt her up and stroked her body. She turned around and began stroking my arms, legs, chest for half an hour before she took my dick in her mouth. She licked then tip and then wanked me while she was kissing my balls. She rolled over and I sat off her face while I thrusted into her mouth, she kept gagging put as i pulled away she pressed my ass foward until i cumed, Her mouth was dripping with cum and rubbed it on her body. We fell back and cuddled again when i felt her stroking my asshole. She said "Can she try something with me." I obliged. She bent me over like a dog, the same way i had her earlier and thrusted her fingers in my ass, She pressed against my prostate and i never cumed so hard, for so long, i cumed all over the front of her top. She finished by licking my asshole, telling my to relax. We then cuddled and fell asleep. I woke up at five and decided to go down on her while she was sleeping. She gradually woke up. For most of the time she was half asleep, breathing deeply , when she awoke she cumed almost instantly, but I didn't stop for 40 minutes when my tongued cramped up.

We jumped back in the lake and washed our selves clean of the dirt from the woods. We put on our clothes which where soaking wet, dirty and drenched in cum. We then went to nearest bus stop and sat at the back of the bus together when it arrived. We went out for A year, but broke up a few months ago but remained good friends.

Willis, my co-worker looked good for a middle-aged Black queen. I have to give him credit for that. I’d never fuck him, but I did take his advice regarding South Beach eating habits. He and his lover were on
New York City’s A-List of powerful and influential homosexuals. The pair were adored in the Big Apple’s gay community because they were the first homosexuals in town to legally adopt a child. They took a needy kid under the roof in the early 1980s when the concept still seemed ungodly.

By the close of the 1990s, Willis and his lover were practically gay celebrities and the authority on the gay adoption process. With the help of the South Beach Diet, Willis shined like a porn star in my eyes and was everything I wanted to be as a gay man when I grew up and turned into an aged fag.

Obviously, even with the charming child who by now had grown into a well behaved, intelligent young my, the long-term adoptive gay relationship between Willis and his long term partner was on shaky ground. Willis was a sugar daddy to many young lads, other than his own adopted child, and he did very little to hide his infidelity in the office.

I sat in the secretarial pool and watched as hot, young Latin men made their way into his huge office overlooking the Queensboro Bridge to do lunch with him almost every day. On Monday’s Cesar came by with his phat juicy ass and they closed the door for at least two hours while Willis ate his bean sprouts and tofu. A mixed lad of oriental and black roots was his Friday fix and Willis often left the office to eat with him.

It infuriated me—how he could get away with such inappropriate behavior and still be asked to guest speak at social gatherings in Chelsea and Soho?

Willis was a total bitch to work with, and absolute horror in staff meetings, especially when he offered his financial reports at Board meetings regarding how AIDS funding from the city was being spent to support the disenfranchised of Queens. I suspected that many of the young papi chulos who came by to enjoy South Beach lunches with Willis were being paid with those HIV dollars. After all, Willis was the controller of the charity.

The controlling queen offered some sound advice to my chunky ass though and I remain grateful for his inspiration, as I too took a stroll into the world of the slender and sexy and got a taste of what life is like when the masses worship every ounce of one’s skinny soul. 

My disorder began with just a little bit of pain, as one may experience while fasting in religious observance. Coffee was my clutch and I drank it non-stop as the caffeine seemed to curb my desire to have that pastry for breakfast, a slice of pizza at lunch and lots of macaroni and spaghetti dishes for dinner.

I was also saving a ton of money by skipping all those meals. It never occurred to me that there is a true spiritual side to fasting and a purpose behind punishing our tummies in observance of the all mighty. I never dreamed the ritual would push me over the edge and lead me eventually into the arms of a straight jacket and show me the face of God.

The body is truly a temple designed for worship and I wanted men to fall on their knees in front of me and pray for forgiveness, so I made a decision to stop feeling sorry for myself and my many failed relationships and simply become a hot male slut.

I increased my time at the gym by an hour a day and spent at least 30 minutes on the tread mill running at a significant incline and somehow managed to run three miles in just over twenty minutes.

I felt so light and free as I would leave the gym after stretching on a yoga mat for over a half hour each day. I’d stop by the deli on my way home to pick up dinner—a pack of salted peanuts for just $.99.

For the first several weeks I had no sex drive and could care less that I wasn’t getting any. It wasn’t as if I didn’t have any offers at the gym or from men who seemed to salivate for my well toned body with an ass that remained juicy despite the lack of proper nourishment.

I stopped going to gay bars to pick up dudes. I never drank anyway and I hated the smell of smoke in those gay watering holes, despite the fact that I was a pack-a-day puffing Newport queen. The sissies were boring to me in all their desperation. Men in those places are not the marrying type anyway. They’ll buy a cute slender guy as many cocktails as they wish when the promise of a quickie is on the horizon, but after being “had” those free cordials are rarely offered on second dates.

I had a new obsession, my own body, and my seemingly insatiable obsession for finding a wealthy man to settle down with and marry was quenched thanks to the South Beach Diet.

The less I ate the more socially isolated I became. The more I withdrew with my new look and cocky attitude the more offers I had for fast love. I kept running into one night stands and old lovers from my past who took a second look at me and suddenly fell back in love, despite all the heartbreak they had given me back in the days when I was chunky and not so desirable.

“Wow, you look great. Have you been working out?”

“As a matter of fact I have, thank you,” I replied while walking on by, refusing to stop and catch up on gossip and offer them a second chance.

The skinner I became, the less sleep I needed. I tossed and turned in my apartment at night, desiring to be noticed by strangers who would long for me as if I were their savior. Working the streets was more fun than a good solid eight hours of shut-eye each night.

I’d jump out of bed at 1 a.m., lather my body down with Nivea skin firming lotion, throw on a wife-beater tank top and walk the streets searching for more affirmation.

Rather than hang out and absorb the depressed energy of those who frequent bars, I’d found more intriguing and alluring gay places to hang out in.

The bright lights of Time Square called to me like neon lights and crystal balls in the store windows of tarot card readers and clairvoyants. There was something waiting for me there, I just knew it. All the exercise and my new look had to have a purpose.

I was tired of playing housewife with lovers in the past who had all run off with other men who promised them more. I believed what the Bible had to say about man-on-man relationships and decided that if I couldn’t shake being gay and had to live with the sinful scar of being queer, I may as well go out with a big bang. Afterall, Mary Magdalene was a hooker and Jesus loved her.

I found a bar near Times Square that is widely known as a pick-up spot for wealthy gay John’s eager to drop a few dollars in the pockets of needy gay men. Watching the young men who made a living there thrilled me and almost made me hungry again. I loved the fact that patrons of the bar seemed more willing to spend their cash on me than young Latin and Black men at least 10 years younger than I was. Perhaps the fact that I was white, hung and sexy had something to do with it, but I attribute the attention to the energy in the aura of my sleek, toned, ivory body.

It felt godly as I played pool at Stellas night after night, refusing to go home with just anyone. I soaked up the attention like a sponge as wealthy, well read gay men were ready to offer me the world and I declined their forever increasing lucrative offers night after night.

My favorite hustler and the best pool player in the joint was a dude named Lance. His dark black eyebrows touched and formed a single line of hair across his forehead. He stood out from the other available meat for sale at the butcher shop and had a certain sophistication to his approach in dealing with the dirty old men.

He called me ‘Papito’ and single handedly lured me into the dark, underworld of male prostitute with a pick-up line that I found almost irresistible:

“Let me show you da ropes in this joint papito. I cost $300 a load. I don’t get fucked but will shoot as many wads as any ass wants and can afford,” he explained while grabbing his crotch with his big dark hands.

For the first time in months I got an erection when he said that. It seemed as if at that moment, I had turned into a superhero of sorts—a power bottom with the charm of angel and an ego as deviant as Satan. I felt his sexy energy pass right through me, as if he were pounding me with his hot Latin tool right there in public while we still had our clothing on.

That is when I first understood the power of fasting and the reason why we cleanse our body for the spirit to flow comfortably through us. Cesear sat on a bar stool and stared me down for at least an hour. His subconscious mind was so powerful. It undressed me as I hid in the corner at a round table and slowly rubbed my crotch wanting him desperately but could not afford it.

Like an adolescent who had not yet discovered the joy of masturbation, I had my first orgasm with my clothes still on, right next to the jukebox inside Stella’s bar.

I smiled at him and his sexy ways and declined the offer to pay him for some fun, although deep inside I wanted to go out with one of the older guys at the bar, make some cash and spend it on the hustler who I was falling madly in love with.

I did just that one evening as the bar was closing at 4 a.m. and Lance and I were the only two young men left in the place. Perhaps Lance was already had by the gentleman who offered me $500 just for a tickling session, but I made the connection that night and left Lance standing out in the cold.

We went to a hotel room at the Milford Plaza. I took of my clothing and my slender body fell upon the soft bed and I waited for the transaction to take place.

“I’m not ticklish,” I advised the stranger.

“That’s okay,” he said. “Just lay there and let me touch you.”

So I did. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what life had been like for Mary in the Bible as she sold her soul to strangers for coins.

It wasn’t bad at all. I even pretended that I was ticklish a few times and the John rubbed my body over and over again with hands that had held so much sin in their time.

He was a man of his word. He handed me $500 in cash and promised $500 if I would only hold him while he slept.

I thought of Lance and felt dirty for a moment and excused myself from what had just taken place in my life.

When I got there I was met at the door by this hot 68 year old woman in a black silk nightgown. I could just feel my cock getting hard looking at her. The nightgown went just passed her ass, and stopped.

"Hot damn Ellen, you sure look sexy in that nightgown." I said to her.

"You better stop saying that, or I'll begin to think you are serious." She said back to me. "You know it's been a long LONG time since I've been fucked."

"You are so sexy in that I can feel my cock getting hard just looking at you." I replied to her. Since she flirted with me, I figured she wouldn't mind if I flirted with her. "But you wouldn't want me Ellen, my cock is only about 3 inches long."

To that she quickly grabbed my cock and pulled me close to her. Groping me through my kakhi pants she came close to me and whispered;

"I bet I can make it grow. After all, it's not how big you are, it's what you do with what you have."

The feel of her hand on my now throbbing cock was too much for me to resist. I started french kissing her, while my hands slowly found their way to her ass.

I started groping her ass through her nightgown untill I got her nightgown to ride up and my hands were on her bare ass.

"Either you are wearing a thong, or you are not wearing any underwear at all." I said to her.

"Why don't you try feeling the front of me and see for yourself." She said.

She went back to french kissing me while my hands slowly worked their way around her large hipps to her fat stumach. Slowly carressing down her stumach, I found her bare clean shaven pussy.

"MMMMM" she moaned. "that feels sooooo good"

Feels like you are not wearing any underwear, but I'm still not sure.

"Well why don't you look for yourself?" she suggested.

I quickly oblidged her by getting on my knees in front of her and she lifted her nightgown so I could see.

"MMMM. Looks like your pussy." then I moved in closer.

"MMMM smells like your pussy." Then I got even closer and started kissing and licking her pussy. She moaned in delight as I said "MMM tastes like your pussy, and you taste sooooo good."

She motioned for me to stand up, so I had to obay, but I left my hand behind to fondle her clean fresh tasting pussy.

We locked lips some more and continued to french kiss.

"What about your wife?" She asked me in a horny, but worried voice.

"Kelly's out of town at the Avon convention for the next 10 days." I said

"That's too bad. You'll be all alone." She said as she reached over and locked the door.

We stood there kissing some more then she led me down the hall to her bedroom. After we got inside she closed the door behind her and lifted off her nightgown.

As she was making herself comfortable on the bed I quickly undressed and joined her. We continued the french kissing fest as I fondled her huge breasts. Slowly working my way down her neck, I made it to her tits and started kissing and sucking on her nipples. While my mouth was satisfying her breasts, my hand slowly moved it's way down her stumach and stopped on her pussy.

"MMMMMM that feels soooooooo good." She moaned. "I haven't felt this good in about 40 years."

I continued to suck her tits for almost 15 minutes, then I worked my way down her stumach. Knowing what was coming next she began moaning in delight again.

When I made it down to her pussy, my tounge greated her clit with a couple licks. Then I moved to a better position between her legs. I spread her legs as wide as I could get them, and I barried my face in her pussy. I ate her out for what seemed like 45 minutes. She tasted so good, I couldn't stop. She was brought to an orgaism 3 times and squirted her juices all over the bedspread she had on her bed.

"MMMM your pussy juices taste good." I said to her, then I slid up her body. Kissing every inch of her on the way back up to her lips.

"Did that feel good?" I asked her

"Hell yes!" She said to me. "Now Fuck me!"

She didn't have to ask me twice. I rolled over to lay on my back and she got on top of me. We worked my cock into position and it just slid right into her already soaking wet pussy. When it went in Ellen moaned very loudly in extasy. That made my cock get even harder, and we started fucking each other.

Sliding my cock in and out of her massive wet pussy for another 2 hours, we both came about a half a dozen times. Finally she was exausted and got off me.

"that was the best sex I have EVER had." She said as she kissed me some more. "want to stay the night?"

"Fuck yah. If we can do more of this I'll stay for the next 10 days."

This night was the wildest sex either of us have had in years. We were enjoying eachother so much we had sex 2 more times that night before we callapesed in exausion. My fantasy had finally come true. My 35 year old cock finally got the taste of 68 year old pussy, and loved it.

stay tuned to see what happens the next 10 days while my wife was out of town.

Like most adolescents my fantasies didn’t stop at girls my own age. There were one or two teachers at my school who were gorgeous and had great bodies. Of course they had great legs and the fashion at the time tended to show them off to good effect.

Once into Senior School we had an area where we congregated at lunch time and in between classes. This was conveniently located at the foot of the staircase where we had a great view of one of the teachers referred to above as they returned to the staff room on the first floor.

This  teacher, a blond, liked to wear short skirts. Let’s just call her Mrs Smith. She taught Domestic Science a subject which unfortunately was only available to female students. After al,l male students would look pretty stupid doing needlework and homecrafts! However it did mean that we were deprived of lusting after Mrs Smith’s gorgeous body for an hour every two days. She knew how to dress seductively, not that I believe she meant to other than just to make herself look feminine and attractive like any other woman would do. When she climbed the stairs about 20 sets of eyes followed her every move as more and more of those gorgeous legs came into view until just a glimpse of those white lace panties had my cock rock hard. She used to stay close to the wall but once she realised the effect she was having I’m sure she started to come closer to the banister to give us a better view. Or at least I’d like to think so.

Then it began…

On one occasion I was alone and Mrs Smith came for the direction of the dining hall returning to the class room. She began to climb the stairs. My eyes followed her every step. How I would have loved to run my hands up those legs and inside her underwear. I was rock hard and looking for a quiet place to relieve myself when, suddenly, she stopped, turned and came to the banister. With her right leg on the stair one level above her left leg and bent slightly I had a full view of her crotch, suspenders and all. My heart was hammering and my cock throbbing itself to destruction. I couldn’t help noticing her white lace bra through her blouse covering her gorgeous breasts. This teacher of around 28 years of age was definitely a hot young male student’s idea of a real woman

“Excuse me young man” she said, with what I could swear was a knowing smile on her face, “Would you kindly assist me?”

“Yes miss”, I stammered, failing miserably to hide the awe I held her in and eyes moving from her beautiful lips to her white lace covered crotch exactly at my eye level.

“Thank you”, she replied, “Can you follow me to my room?”

“Of course Miss”, I blurted as she spun round wafting me with her intoxicating perfume. Everything about this woman was sensual and sexual. I ran round the bottom of the banister and caught up with her at the bottom of the second flight of stairs.

“I have a load of books and other items to organise in my store room”, she said, glancing over her left shoulder. I barely heard the remark as my eyes bored into her shapely butt as she ascended the stairs in front of me.

“I’d be happy to help, Miss, my classes don’t re-start for another hour” I replied, having slightly regained my composure.

We arrived at her class room, she dumped her bag on the table and opened the store room door. I followed her inside to find a considerable amount of re-arrangement underway and a set of step ladders open against the shelving to the rear.

“It’s a bit claustrophobic”, she said, “I hope you’re not too hot”

“Not at all Miss”, I replied, lying through my teeth as I thought about the word ‘hot’.

“Firstly I need to retrieve this little lot from the top shelf.”, she said as she gestured towards the ladders. “Would you mind steadying these while I decide on what has to be moved”

Before I could reply she had begun climbing what turned out to be a very unsteady set of step ladders. I leapt forward and grabbed hold of them.

“Thank you”, she said as she looked down with that same smile I had noticed earlier and into which I was reading all sorts of meanings which couldn’t possibly be true or so I thought.

She stopped about three steps from the top and began to move books around on the shelf. The view I had was exquisite. As she bent forward to reach to the rear of the shelving she had to stretch her left leg out to balance herself leaving me with a perfect view of her legs, thighs, crotch and suspenders. I couldn’t help noticing that her panties sunk into her pussy crack slightly. The bulge in my pants returned greater than before, my heart began to pound and I began desperately to think of ways I could get away with touching any piece of this woman and so fulfil countless nights of fantasy.

“Take these” she said softly, wakening me from my dreams, and handed me a stack of dust covered books. Again I was hit by a waft of perfume and as her hand brushed mine gently a bolt of electricity shot through my over-sexed body. I’m sure she was aware of it as her deep blue eyes met mine momentarily. I turned to lay down the books and returned to the foot of the ladders just as she lost her footing and was about to fall. Instinctively I reached up and held her legs firmly. She quickly regained her balance but the feeling of my hands against her stockings was so damned good I kept them there. I might never get to touch them again, I thought! I’m sure she must have felt my hot blood pounding through my fingertips

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“It’s my knee but yes….thank you…Jack”; she spoke my name for the first time. It never entered my head that I hadn’t mentioned my name before. She spun to face me my hands still gently holding her legs just below the knee and with one hand on my right shoulder she slowly came down one step at a time. There was no where for my hands to go except upwards. As she descended my hands slid slowly above her knees until they reached the hem of her skirt on the outside of her thighs. I was dizzy with anticipation and desire, and the smell of her perfume.

“You’re trembling Jack”, she quizzed

“Yes Miss”, I replied

By this time she was at the foot of the ladder leaning on the fourth or fifth step, her right foot on the bottom step, knee bent upward and touching the outside of my left leg, my hands still touching her at thigh level now slightly underneath her skirt. There was no way she could miss the huge bulge in the front of my pants.

“Do I really have this effect on you Jack?”, she enquired

“Yes you do Miss”, I stuttered

“Do my legs feel good, Jack”, she asked provocatively

“Very good Miss”, I stuttered again

“I know you look at me Jack. To be honest I’m flattered and to be honest I like the feeling of your hands on my legs. I think you are a passionate boy Jack”. Her gaze was a little sad I thought and somehow I wondered why life was disappointing for her. Yet I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and suddenly all I could think about was avoiding premature ejaculation and what an embarrassment that would be?

She bent forward and whispered in my ear “Touch me Jack”, and kissed my ear lobe. I turned my face and our lips met. Her lips were softer than anyone could imagine, they parted and our tongues met as we kissed deeply. My hands slipped slowly up her skirt. She wriggled until I was standing between her open legs. Gently I stroked the inside of her thighs moving closer to her crotch until my thumb made contact. It was warm and damp

“Oooohhh” she sighed, clearly turned on. “Touch me “, she whispered again as I pulled her panties to one side and found her inviting and very wet pussy lips.

“Hold on” she gasped as she pulled away briefly and turned the key in the lock.

Returning to her position we continued to kiss deeply and passionately.

By now I was getting into my swing. Slowly I unbuttoned her blouse as she fumbled and found my zipper.  Pushing her blouse to one side I gazed on her gorgeous breasts and reached round to unclip her bra. It was as if she couldn’t wait to have them free and as her bra dropped I bent forward to caress and kiss her nipples. Almost simultaneously she dropped my pants to the floor and I felt her soft hands on my rock hard cock. I couldn’t believe it was happening…but IT WAS. Her breasts were soft but yet firm. I teased her nipples with my tongue and lips. She responded instantly. Young as I was I knew she was very turned on.

“Finger me” she gasped.

Quickly I pulled her panties to her feet and still sucking energetically at her breasts I slipped my fingers inside her swollen pussy. One, then two and finally to her delight, three fingers.  Her clitoris stood out making it easy for my thumb to stimulate it while my fingers slid in and out. How did I know all this I thought to myself while she began to moan and suck my ear lobe.

In a few minutes she came to some sort of climax and everything down there got very sticky. She gasped and lowered herself to my cock. In an instant her lips slowly slipped over the head and her tongue found the magic spot. Rythmically she slid my cock in and our of her mouth, her lips and tongue finding a thousand pleasurable spots, her hands cupping and caressing my balls. Strangely I had time to think that I’d prefer not to cum in her mouth…what an idiot

“Please”, I said, “I want inside you”. I gazed into her eyes and saw longing as deep as my own.

She pulled me towards her and guided my hard cock towards the entrance to her cum-sodden pussy.  The head slipped in about an inch. It was awesome, warm, inviting and like no other feeling ever. Our lips met again as my cock slipped all the way in. What a feeling. I could hardly stand, the feeling was so intense in my groin. Harder and faster I thrust and deciding I needed to stimulate this Goddess as much as possible reached down and fingered her clitoris at the same time. The effect was electric and as she came to another climax I couldn’t hold back any longer and spasmed everything I had deep inside her. Our lips met in another deep kiss.

We slumped apart and looked hard at one another. I could see the look in her eyes saying something like….”You might only be a young and inexperienced man but that did it for me”

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 My new mother-in-law insisted in being called by the name of Roxy or as she liked to say, Roxy the doxy. When she was younger she put out for every serious boyfriend she had, and there were plenty considering how good her body looked today. She made no bones about the fact that by the time she was sixteen, she had done it all. You name it, she did it; handjobs, blowjobs, straight, anal and women as well. In high school she was fucking two male teachers regularly for good marks and going down on an older teacher at least twice a week just because she liked the way her pussy tasted.

 Her first and last husband, the father of my wife, lasted only time enough to knock her up. He was gone before Gwen was born. Since her ex-husband was a rich man and had not aquitted himself very well in the bedroom, she took him for a big chunk of money and some stocks that made the money seem paltry   when they finally took off. Her financial advisor was a good one and he took out his fee in services. For six years Roxy spread her legs twice a week and took a pounding from his nine inch cock that never seemed to grow soft. It was this man who taught her how to give a professional blowjob when he wasn't turning her cunt inside out. Unfortunately for her he passed away a few years ago and she never was able to find a stud like him who also was smart as a whip when it came to making money for her in the stock market.

 So here on her daughter's honeymoon she propositioned me;  her body in exchange for my silence concerning her daughter's lack of interest and knowledge, and a promise not to divorce her until mom had a chance to shape her up sexually.  At first I thought she was kidding, but when she leaned close and fed me a yard of hot, wiggling tongue and rubbed those big tits against my chest, I knew I had just struck gold on my honeymoon. She thought it was funny that I had to sit there for the next five minutes because I had a woody that wouldn't quit. I promised her a sound pussy thrashing for her impertinent behavior. She grinned and suggested I might also want to give her a sound spanking for her cheekiness once I finished molesting her. I countered by suggesting that her daughter be made to witness what happens to women who annoy me.

 Gwen was out, probably shopping at the local shops clustered around the resort. In less time than it takes to tell, Roxy popped out of that skimpy suit and showed the rest of what she had. Except for a patch of thick dark hair extending about an inch around the perimeter of her fat lipped cunt, she was devoid of pubic hair. Her big tits wobbled some without the miniscle support of the bikini top, but not so as to deter me from wanting to suck those milk bottles dry after I fucked her brains out. She suggested a shower, but all I wanted was to sink my hard cock into that furry slot and start stirring up her cunt juices.

 Roxy proved to be a revelation when it came to her ability to deliver top grade pussy. Had I met her instead of her daugher, this connundrum would never had occurred. We'd either be celebrating our marriage in the normal fashion, with not much thought being given to her daughter, or shacked up in one of the finer local resorts completely oblivious to the existence of her mousy child. She was delighted to discover that I had no problem going down on her well fucked cunt and sucking my cum from it. Roxy was like a little kid, begging me to let her have my cum so she could swish it around in her mouth and then swallow every delicious drop. Personally I did not share her opinion of the taste of my cum. To me it was more salty and even reminded me of chlorine at times.

 About an hour later as Roxy was demonstrating her oral skills to get me hard enough for another go at her juicy twat, in walks my bride and lets out a shriek that nearly burst our eardrums. Her mom immediately pulled rank on her mousy daughter and ordered her inside and told her to take off all her clothing before she ripped them off. Little miss priss, the one with the sealed up cunt and even tighter asshole sniffled and wept but managed to get down to her panties and bra in short order. However there was where she drew an imaginary line in the sand. Roxy proceeded to kick sand into her daughter's face, by ripping off her bra and yanking down her white cotton panties to reveal a nice looking patch of thick pubic hair and a set of knockers that would satsfy almost any man except the big boob fetishers. My dick got rock hard despite all the energy I'd expended in nailing her mother to the mattress this afternoon.

 "Well, do I have to draw you a picture? Get your ass down on the bed and start sucking your husband's cock while I give you a few pointers on how it's done by a real experienced woman like myself."

 It was really funny to watch as my wife wrapped her mouth around my cock and started hoovering it. She sucked at sucking and I let her know about it,  yanking her hair from side to side as she slobbered and drooled all over my stiff joint. Roxy thought that was hilarious and she smacked her daughter's rump soundly as she gave her some very specific instructions on how to suck my dick so I'd come back for more.  I was all ears by now, after all maybe someone else might need Roxy's sage advice, like that big blonde bimbo in my office who wore the tight skirts and low cut blouses all the time.

 Roxy got into the act and began slowly jacking my cock into her daughter's mouth, warning her not to gag on it or she'd force even more down her throat. At this point I began to feel like a male blowup doll, just lying there like a piece of inflated rubber while my mother-in-law gave her daughter instructions on the care and feeding of her new husband. Things got a bit better when my blushing bride stared licking my balls at her mother's urging, letting the poor, ignorant child-woman know that she wasn't doing such a great job. Roxy got bored with her daughter's amateurish attempts at getting me off and so onto my stomach I went so she could show my new bride another one of her favorite tricks for keeping a man happy.

 I felt her hands prying my ass cheeks part and then her warm breath as she blew down onto my bunghole. Then it was the tip of her tongue pressing and wiggling against the entry to my rectum as my wife made retching sounds to express her opinion of what her mother was doing to my asshole. I loved it, which showed you how much my new bride knew about sex and the married male. My new mother-in-law had enough of her offspring's opinions on her ability to pleasure men and so she confronted her daughter big time.

 I had a front row seat to their cat fight, which turned out to be a massacre, as mom simply overwhelmed my prissy bride. Finally I had to step in to prevent my new wife from being suffocated. Roxy had managed to bury Gwen in a big fluffy pillow and she ran out of air quickly and went limp. Her mother was so angry that she kept on holding it against her daughter's face, not a good idea when my blushing bride was already unconscious. I dragged Roxy off her victim and in the process got a nice handful of one of her big tits.That calmed her down considerably and the next thing I knew she was urging me to pick up where we were when so rudely interrupted by Gwen's entrance.

 To be honest I was sorely tempted, but worried at the same time by what to do with my blushing bride who was about as useful to me as tits on a boar hog. Roxy thought my analogy was pretty funny and attempted to seduce me. I was not in the mood considering my prospects for a happy marriage were hovering around zero unless something remarkable happened very quickly. My mother-in-law winced as she watched my cock go from stiff to soft in less than a minute despite her presence.

 There is some saying having desperate measures and desperate times in it. I thi9nk tht was what inspired Roxy to come up with the idea of turning my honeymoon into a short course on keeping the male member of the family sexually satisfied. She would teach the course wih my help and to keep expenses down, she'd move her things into our honeymoon suite for the duration. In that way we'd save on the cost of her room and have Roxy available for twenty-four hours each day. It made some sense and what did I have to lose at this point?

       ( To be continued - rolf palsy ) 

“Dear, your father and I are taking my mother on a cruise for a few weeks.” his mother told him.

“YES” seemed to slip out of his mouth a little too loudly.

His mother looked at him with a puzzled look but continued anyways, “So we have decided that you are old enough to go to summer camp. I know you’re 16 and we thought you might enjoy it more than a cruise with a bunch of old people.” His mother smiled at him

He jumped up and ran up stairs to pack a new suitcase with better clothes. He threw in better looking shorts, which happened to be a little tight so he could show off his tight but. He even threw in some wife beater shirts and tank tops. He even reached into his night stand and pulled out a pack of condoms incase he got lucky. He had only slept with one girl but they broke up a month ago.

The next day he jumped in the car after putting his suitcase into the trunk and helping his dad put their cases in there. The trip took about an hour when they pulled off the road and followed a long trail in between some trees. They pulled up in front of a large cottage and other kids walking around chatting with each other. He looked around at all the girls and thought he should have bought more condoms.

He climbed out of the car and his father pulled his suit cases out of the trunk and gave them to him before jumping in his car and taking off, a little too fast Billy thought. He set down his cases on a pile of other cases labeled “room A” His parents told him all the information he needed on the car ride over so he knew what to do. He stood there and looked around to see if he recognized anyone. He saw some younger kids he knew just from sight at school. He saw Jake and Sam who were in some of his classes and was friendly to them

That’s when he saw her, a beauty he had never seen before walking up to him. She was 5’10 and a nice round out body, not to skinny and not to fat, just right. He noticed her blue eyes and blonde hair with red highlight shinning from it. His eyes wandered down and stopped on her chest which was big, if he had to guess it was a large d or dd. She had on a short miniskirt that showed off her long and smooth legs.

“Hi, my name is Lucy. Have I seen you around school?” She said as she stopped in front of him.

He said nothing as he stood there staring at her. He could not believe his luck, she was talking to him. He stared into her eyes without blinking. He felt a warm sensation over his body as he stared. It took him a second to realize he was wet and getting wetter with every passing second. Snapping out of his trance he looked around and saw Jake standing behind him with an empty cup in his hands smiling. Billy hurried up and smelled his shirt to hake sure it was not piss, it was only warm water.

“His name is Billy and I am Jake. The bloke over there is named Sam.” Jake spoke up for him

Billy went a little red when he realized what he just did. He turned around and shook her hand looking at the ground. He looked up at her again without releasing her hand and smiled. He then gave her hand back and shoved it into his pocket. She then walked away into a group of other girls where they talked and giggled while she turned and looked at him.

“Real smooth there slick. That’s the way to get a girl’s attention” Jake said while smacking him on the shoulder pulling him to Sam.

The three of them stood there talking and staring at all the girls but Billy kept glancing over at Lucy. When Jake and Sam started talking all uppity he turned to see what they were looking at. Billy dove behind them as she walked past them without looking.

“What the hell is you’re problem dude, she is hot.” they both asked him together.

Billy waited until she was out of sight before emerging, “She’s my ex-girlfriend. We broke up about a month ago and she was not happy about that. She was to controlling; I got in trouble if I even talked to another girl.”

They both laughed at him while they lined up to enter their bunks. Billy and them grabbed up their bags and headed into the giant cabin. Inside the main room they could see the ceiling which was three stories high and balcony’s totaling three on either side. The boys headed off to the right while Billy noticed the girls heading to the left. Before opening their door he glanced over and saw Lucy standing at their door putting in a code into their door.

He has shoved in the back by Sam to get a move on. His room was 7 so he counted them until he reached the right door. He turned the knob and steeped in and noticed two bunk beds on either side of the room. Jake pushed past him and jumped on the top bunk of the bed on the left. Sam grabbed the one below him so Billy took the bottom bunk of the one on the right when some kid he did not know came into the room and threw his bags on the top bunk.

“The name is Frank and ill be you’re roomy for the summer.” The boy told them.

Frank then reached up and pulled some magazines out of his bag and threw them each one. They were varieties of nuddie magazines. Billy’s showed naked women on motorcycles with a little bit of leather. His cock became hard but he did not want to masturbate in front of these guys and get teased about it. He looked up from his magazine and noticed they all had their hands down their pants stroking their cocks so Billy jumped in his bed and stroked himself inside his pants.

Billy felt his balls fill up then without warning he spewed his cum inside of his jeans. He removed his cum covered hand and wiped it off on his bed spread before he realized it. He looked over and the others were laid back on their beds with their eyes closed. He closed his eyes also and slowly drifted off to bed.

He was awoken by a knocking on the door; “Diner in 10 minutes.” a male voice rang out.

The other three jumped out of bed and quickly got dressed which Billy followed suit. They all headed down to the, I guess you could call it the basement since it was under the main floor. The tables were long and wooden to give it a more camping feeling and they were allowed to sit wherever the wanted. The four boys sat down at a table and started discussing the girls around when Lucy, and to Billy’s surprise, Amber sat down on either side of him pushing the boys down the table.

“Hello Billy.” Amber said with a tone in her voice as he stared straight ahead. “This is Lucy, she is in my room.”

“Yeah we meat earlier.” he said as he looked at her with a smile on his face.

He was glad to see the food arrived in front of the carried by the staff. There was a huge pile of all Billy’s favorite barbeque. There were hamburgers and hotdogs with some cols slaw and potato salad for sides. He grubbed on a little bit of everything until he was stuffed. He could hear Amber talking to Lucy as if he was not even there.

“Yeah we were going out up until a month ago. I think I was just too much woman for him. You know he was a virgin when he met me.” Amber said which made Billy choke on his hotdog.

Lucy jumped up and grabbed him from behind and pressed her fists below his rib cage and pulled him into her as hard as she could. He could feel her warm breasts pressing into his back but all he could think of right now was breathing. She pulled hard into his ribs and made the piece of hotdog shoot out and hit a girl in the back of the head at the next table. He coughed as he tried to catch his breath and drink some water.

“Chew you’re food idiot.” Frank yelled out at him.

Billy seemed to loose his appetite and just sat there drinking while everyone else ate up. Lucy kept looking over at him while she ate. He pretended that he did not see her doing it but in reality he was looking at her from the corner of his eyes. After the food was gone a counselor stood up.

Its time to go back to you’re rooms and take you’re showers now. Pip pip” one of the females said.

The four of them left after Billy told Lucy a good night. They headed to their room when Frank grabbed their arms and steered them another way out the front doors. They followed him around the corner and up to a window where they all stood on a ledge and looked in. There were about 20 naked girls changing out of their clothes. Billy looked around in hopes of seeing Lucy but he could not see her.

There was plenty to look at though breasts and colors of all kinds. Some tits were small and some were huge. Some girls were black, white, asian and Mexican. He had never seen so much variety in his life. All the boys shoved their hands down their pants and started masturbating to the sight in front of them. He was tired of hiding his cock and did not care if anyone saw it so he whipped it out and started stroking away. The other boys followed suit and whipped theirs out also.

He was staring hungrily at all the naked breasts whacking his cock. He felt tightness in his balls and needed to relieve it right away. His cum flew out of his cock and splattered hard against the wall. He placed it back and went back to his room while the other boys finished up. He walked in the front doors and was halted by Lucy.

“I was wandering where you got off to.” she said to him. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“I um just stepped outside of some fresh air. “He told her. “I’m fine now thanks to you.”

They both turned a little red and stood there until she spoke up, “Well goodnight then.”

“Yeah goodnight.” He said and watched as she went to her door and punched in the code.

She looked back at him before disappearing. He went up to his room and lay down in his bed and closed his eyes thinking about Lucy and hopping he can see her tomorrow night at least. He dozed off thinking about her and her beauty. In the distance he could hear the boys heading back as he dozed of into a wonderful dream.

I tried to run my hand through your hair but you refused to let me.  I laughed softly, almost regretting doing the same to you earlier.  Your mouth dipped lower across my belly, kissing my belly button softly, before sucking and licking on my right hip.  I had told you earlier that it was my spot.  I sucked in my breath as you teased me.  My pussy was getting wetter, begging for your attention.  I started to squirm but you held me firm.  I felt your breath across my wet stomach as you blew it across, making my skin goose bump under your tender care. 

You continued lower, kissing and sucking my inner thighs causing me to say your name softly, begging you to kiss my clit.  You ignored me while you paid close attention to my hips, my thighs, and my mound – anywhere but my clit and pussy.  My fists clenched and I spread my legs further for you.  I whimpered loudly as your mouth finally covered my dripping pussy.  I felt your tongue explore my lips and dip into my slit, tasting me.  You whispered that I tasted so good and took my hard clit into your waiting mouth.  I arched my back as you slid your fingers into my pussy, pumping them in and out.  With your mouth on my hard clit and your fingers ramming themselves into me, it didn’t take me long to cum.  You licked me dry, refusing to let go until you had your fill.

With a predatory look in your eye, you began stroking your all ready hard dick.  I could see the pre-cum on it.  I licked my lips involuntary and moaned.  I’ve waited for this moment for years.  It happened in slow motion.  You stood before me naked just as I laid before you naked.  Your left hand ran down between my tits and across my quivering stomach.  You called me dear before you plunged your cock into my wet pussy.  I screamed out, momentarily speechless as you covered my body with yours.  Our sweat mingled and I clung to you tighter.  I grabbed your ass and lifted my hips to bring you deeper into me.  I felt your cock stretch me just as my pussy contracted around you.  You called me a dirty slut and bit me on my breast.  I raked my nails up your back, growling and begging for more.  I moaned loudly and called out your name, asking you to fuck me.  My orgasm rocked me – wave after wave sending me into an upside down spin.  I clung to you, my earth, as I felt your load exploding inside of me. Sighing contently,  you kissed me on my lips and laid down on your back with a goofy grin on your face.

… to be continued.

Well, I am head the software development for a small technology firm. About 25 people work for me. Last year we had an office party at our house and I drank too much. What I remember next is that I woke up naked in bed. When I asked my husband what happened, he said that I had gotton drunk and that Tom, a 25 year old that works for me, and he had put me to bed. I then asked, how I had gotten naked. He said that he and Tom had undressed me. At first, I thought, "oh my God," somebody that I work with every day has seen me naked. Then I realized how horny that though had made me! I just went to work and pretended that nothing had happened, but the thought of having been seen naked by a subordinate makes me horny, and when I get home I attack my husband with a vengence.

Since then, my husband and I have looked for opportunities to show myself to acquaintences. We invite his coworkers to parties and then to the hottub; I innocently disrobe. My husband then has me fetch plenty of beers to maximize my expose to them. Recently, he had some friends over for poker and I came home after shopping. He asked me what I'd bought - a sundress, a bikini, some underwear, and a nighty I told him. He asked me to model them for them. I felt really exposed, especially in the underwear and nighty which both showed of my bush and areolias, but I also got very wet and excited knowing that his friends were seeing me almost naked.

On another day, he convinced me to sign up for amatuer night at a strip club 25 miles from where we lived to show myself to strangers. What I did not know was that he had told every male that he knew that I was going to be in the contest. I think they all showed up, but I did not know it until after I had stripped naked in front of everybody. After the contest, they were all asking me for lap dances. My husband said that was okay, just make them pay $35 like the regular dancers charged. I made a mint and all of them got a good feel. I could not wait to get home and got really fucked. Now, my husband is starting to ask me to fuck his friends while he watches, I'm not sure about that, but we'll see!

 Feeback as ever welcome - theblackdouglas@ymail.com

His sense of humor, ability to listen and be attentive won me over eventually and we started spending more time together. We became friends first, lovers later. He was dating someone else when we met in one of our mutual classes, where we always sat next to each other, at first discussing the lessons, later on going out to lunch or to a movie and eventually, when he broke up with his girlfriend, one thing led to another and, well, after a party one evening, we ended up in bed.

 

Paul turned out to be a gentle lover, just as attentive in bed as he was in conversation. He liked kinky stuff like light bondage and blindfold. I trusted him immensely and never felt threatened.

 

I liked making love to Paul, especially when it turned into a hard fucking, and he lost himself in a moment completely, oblivious to anything around him, even myself. He would pound away furiously, unable to stop, probably even if the building was coming down.

 

Paul always seemed to be fascinated by anal sex, although he had never done it, and I had no experience in it, either. I began noticing that a great majority of the porn movies he was bringing to my place were turning out to involve anal sex, some movies were on that particular subject exclusively. We talked about it and decided that we would try it some day.

 

That some day actually turned out to be the evening of our talk. Of course, I sort of expected that to happen, but still, I was caught by surprise to a point and a bit worried. I kept thinking of Paul and the time just before he is ready to cum. I couldn’t see him go berserk on my ass like that and not hurt me.

 

Paul promised solemnly that he would be careful and would not do anything that would be uncomfortable to me. He even offered that I could take the vibrator we were sometimes using to spice up sex and try it on him.

 

We started off slowly, kissing and petting, Paul giving me oral sex and making me cum. It all started off very nice. After I had clamed down, he turned me over and started kissing my back, scratching it lightly with his nails, working his way down to my ass, spreading the cheeks and licking my little hole.

 

The feeling was odd, not very pleasurable, but the idea of what we were about to do was certainly very appealing and I found myself enjoying the action more than I expected I would.

 

Using KY jelly, he squirted some inside my ass and lubed his finger, gently and carefully inserting it inside of me. Again, the feeling was odd, beyond anything I had ever experienced, but it didn’t hurt so I didn’t stop him.

 

I noticed that Paul’s dick stood in a hard salute to me since the moment I agreed to try anal sex and I didn’t have to do anything else to keep him that way. He was too eager to get to the action to be able to let himself be teased any longer.

 

As we got to the intercourse part, however, Paul pushing his dick inside my virgin ass with less patience than he had ever displayed before, I started hurting more than I expected and after a few moans and cautions to please go slow, he finally buried his entire dick inside his desired destination.

 

Now that it was finally in, I couldn’t bear to think of it moving in and out, I most certainly didn’t want him losing his mind and fucking me hard like he normally did and to Paul’s great disappointment, I pulled away and we stopped.

 

He was kissing me later and reassuring me that it’s okay, but the disappointment on his face was evident. We tried to have sex in a normal way, but he couldn’t perform. I felt awful. I offered we should try again, but he declined of which I was grateful for. Even though I had his dick in my ass for less than a minute, I could still feel the discomfort which it had caused me.

 

We fell asleep that night, unsatisfied and both disappointed. Paul avoided spending the night in my place for a few days afterwards.

 

Christmas was just around the corner and Paul had left Chicago for home to spend a few days with his family, returning on Christmas Eve, determined to spend it with me, feeling sorry over my decision not to go to Oregon with him and absolutely refusing to go home to my family. I’ve been away from home for three years now and I am not ready to go back, yet. As annoying as the topic of Christmas was to me, I loved him for being so sweet and attentive.

 

“Santa Clause!” I heard him yell even before he opened the door and I was genuinely happy that he had returned in time to spend Christmas with me. I was down more than I had expected to be. The celebratory atmosphere of the festive season had gotten to me and I hated to see numerous shoppers running back and forth, carrying huge bags filled with presents, Christmas trees on every corner, Christmas music in every store, restaurant and even elevators. I was ready to scream!

 

He entered and we fell into an embrace, kissing passionately as if he had been gone for months, not less than a week. I noticed a small bag with images of little Santas dancing around a Christmas tree, accompanied by the necessary gift bag filling paper, undoubtedly containing my present.

 

“Later,” said Paul. “First, we’re going out to dinner.”

 

We splurged that evening, aware that restaurants were closing early that evening. We ate in Greek town and then walked some thirty blocks to my place, enjoying the unseasonably mild night, making the romantic evening perfect. We stopped at our friend’s dorm room, had a few drinks with people we knew from classes and finally headed to my little apartment, determined to spend the night in lovemaking, warming ourselves up by occasional stops to kiss and slip our hands inside each other’s coats, touching, rubbing, squeezing and giggling like kids. Life was good and I was happy.

 

When we entered the apartment, Paul took off my coat and with great ceremony presented me with the bag, which he had brought with him and I had to admit that I was absolutely dying with curiosity. Given that we were both students, poor as church mice, any kind of present was deeply appreciated.

 

Paul dragged me to bed where we sat down and I was finally allowed to look into the gift bag. I pulled out two presents.

 

“The green one first, Nik.” Said Paul and smiled mischievously.   “The red one later. That’s actually for both of us, maybe even more for me than you, but that one later, okay?”

 

I tore the green wrapping of a small box, my heart racing as I realized that it must have been containing jewelry, definitely way beyond Paul’s modest means. I was grateful already. I slowly opened the box and a beautiful golden pendant of a ram standing on its hind legs and kicking the front ones up high made me gasp.

 

“Oh, Paul!” I yelped, with great embarrassment realizing that I was just about to cry.

 

“I realize that this would be more appropriate for a birthday present, but I saw it and liked it, and thought you’d like it, too.”

 

The symbol of my star sign was absolutely gorgeous. I felt a pang of shame over my modest gift for Paul, a sweater I had knitted myself, which was still tucked somewhere in my closet, unwrapped.

 

“You like it?” he asked worriedly.

 

“Are you kidding? I love it!” I said and hugged him. Life indeed seemed to be good.

 

“Now the second one!” he said, fidgeting on the bed like a little kid.

 

I looked at the small package wrapped in the red paper, bigger than the first one. I tore the paper off with trembling hands, still completely impressed over the pendant and almost screamed in surprise.

 

“What is this?” I asked, knowing exactly what it was.

 

“It’s desensitizing cream, Nik. “ I closed my eyes. When Paul put his mind to something, there was nothing to persuade him otherwise. “We can try again, you know. It won’t hurt, Nik. Please?”

 

I gave in. How could I not? Paul make sure I was happy this particular Christmas, the least I could do is make him happy, too.

 

We undressed slowly. Paul taking my clothes off and kissing every newly unclothed part of my body. I did the same for him. He made me cum with his tongue and fingers. I made him hard with mines. We fucked for a while with Paul very carefully not going too far as he didn’t want to cum too soon and fall asleep. This was the moment in which he wanted to do it. If the moment was lost, it might never happen, or if it did, it wouldn’t feel as right as at this particular time.

 

Paul unscrewed the tube and used a generous amount of the cream to lube me up. I believe he put in three or four times more than required. He didn’t want to hurt me and at the same time was so eager to do what he fantasized about for so long, common sense went out the window for both of us.

 

“How does it feel?” he asked and I giggled.

 

“How do you think half of that tube feels in my ass?” Paul didn’t laugh. He was too concentrated on what he was doing.

 

He pushed his finger inside my ass, and I didn’t even feel it. He pushed a second one in, again I felt nothing. We tried it with a vibrator and this proved to be just as easy as the fingers, so with great hopes, Paul finally positioned himself behind me, kneeling on the bed and pushed his dick inside my ass.

 

I felt that, but still only just. It didn’t hurt at all, it wasn’t uncomfortable, and he wrapped his arm around my hips, with his fingers now carefully cleaned with a washcloth softly rubbing against my clitty.

 

He made me cum like that. Hearing his moans and groans, his heavy breathing and feeling his expert fingers on my bud was a blissful pleasure. He made me cum again and then again.

 

Some thirty minutes later, my legs stiff with the pressure of Paul’s heavy pounding against me, my stomach began cramping from the invasion deep inside my gut. He was very careful to clean his fingers but we had both completely forgotten that without use of a condom, he had desensitized himself as well as me and it had taken him close to an hour of labor to make himself cum. He enjoyed it throughout, he said later. We were both covered in sweat despite the chill in the room, and the bed was in a complete disarray.

 

Pillows and comforter had fallen off a long time ago. The sheet was pulled off the corners and was now half hanging off the bed, the two of us fucking like two rabbits on the naked mattress.

 

After a while, when I couldn’t stand him touch my clitty anymore, certain that he had left bruises all over my hips and shoulders, having clung to them desperately, he had finally let out that last groan of pleasure, which told me that he had cum. I couldn’t feel his dick throbbing or squirting.

 

“Fuck, Nikkie! That was good!” he said and all I could do was moan agreement. I vaguely remember him pulling the comforter off the floor and throwing it over us, and then we were both asleep.

 

As I am writing this, it’s the evening after our little escapade. I can barely walk. I spend half of the day in bed, the other half in the bathroom, sitting on the toilette, crying with pain that I felt from the previous night.

 

How could I have been so stupid? Why would I let him do that to me? To top it off, without a condom.   I’m not sure that the use of a rubber would prevent his feeling to evaporate, but now I think anything would have been better than what had happened.

 

Never again!

 

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I laughed out loud as I finished reading. Never again, indeed! Of course I still have anal sex, but I have to admit that it had taken me years before I let myself do it again. Certainly not with Paul.

 

Poor Paul! He felt so guilty; I thought he would never make love to me again. Eventually, we slept together, but it never seemed to be as good as it used to be. We never tried anal sex again. A few months later, with exams taking all our time we gradually grew apart and one day he came to my place, looking sad and ashamed, admitting to dating someone else for a few months.

 

We broke up and I wasn’t surprised when I saw him at a party a few days later with his new love. A guy. That’s where his strong fascination with anal sex came from. I just hope his experience was better than mine.

When sober, my wife, Sandy, would not entertain the idea of a threesome or another man between her thighs...however, I've noticed that her interests and resistance seem to change, at least verbally, when she has had about three strong shots of tequila or rum, and her conversations take on a more sexual tone, especially about various men she happens to see wherever we are for the evening.

Ordinarily, if a guy is sitting at a bar and makes eye contact with her, she'll look away and avoid him, but with a foundation of some good alcohol, she'll let her glance linger with his, and then say something like, " Hmm, that guy seems interested in my 'mind'...wonder what kind of a package he has to offer?"  Or, "Hmm, wonder what he'd do if I walked over and sat on his lap?"  I would really like to find out.

Knowing that she would never be able to actually do anything about this, even when 3/4 in the bag, I decided to move thigs along to the fulfillment of a longstanding dream of mine and give her also what she secretly wanted, which was what I too had secretly wanted for years...to give her to another man while I watched, and filmed, her willing seduction and bedding!

She would never do it voluntarily, but her intoxicated conversation-confessions had clearly shown me that her other self really wanted to find out how another man would feel between her legs...and I also wanted to watch another man between her legs, so I set about to make that happen.

Several weeks of browsing in the "Seeking" ads on a popular website offered a wide variety of potential players, and after some initial forays and emails, I finally chose Dan, who lived in a town about an hour from ours.  We exchanged pics...mine of my wife in a bikini and in a wet t-shirt (see the pic) and his of his body and particularly of his rather large, stiff, cock...which he was offering...a nine incher with girth to match.  I didn't know if Sandy could take that much, but now with things moving along, I hoped to find out.

I worked out the scenario...on a Friday night we would go to a favorite watering hole with a live band and a dance floor, and Dan would precede us.  Worst case would be that he wouldn't show and Sandy and I would just enjoy another night of drinking and dancing to some good tunes.  But best case, if Dan did come, I would 'enhance' Sandy's straight up tequilas with a little magic potion... specifically some 190 proof grain laced with a bit of rohypnol,... and soon she would be ready for anything Dan and I wanted to do.   She would enjoy her deeply buried fantasy of a fun fuck.  I would get my fantasy of watching and filming her being serviced by a heavily hung young stud, and Dan would get his nuts off into a sensuous, tight, hot lady.  A win,win,win situation if there ever was one.

The chosen Friday night came and we got dressed to go.  I suggested to Sandy that she wear that "squishy" bra, which was like no bra at all...and a little tiny thong under her fairly short skirt.  She said, "Unh Hnn...and what are you expecting from this....quick access to the good stuff?"

I laughed and replied, "Well, I just want to make all your secret lovers stand around with hard-ons while I rub and fondle you on the dance floor...and maybe one of them will work up his nerve to ask you to dance and do a little fondling himself."  To which she snorted, "Yeah, fat chance!"  and to which I thought, "A lot fatter than you'd ever suspect, sweet thing."

So off we went to Charley's, one of our favorite spots, and quickly we found a table near the back of the room in the shadows.  I went to fetch our drinks and to check on Dan, and sure enough, he was there...the Plan was on!  I got our drinks, and as Dan watched, I added just a bit of 'potion' to Sandy's...and then took Dan in to introduce him as a colleague from my many trade shows.  He played the game and explained that he was down from Philadelphia visiting friends and was delighted to run into an "old trade show buddy."  He then excused himself after some light conversation.

A few numbers later, after Sandy and I had worked up a little sweat on the dance floor and she had inhaled most of her drink, Dan came in to ask her to dance, as per plan.  I got her a fresh drink which I liberally laced with the 'combo' of 190 and roofies...and the game was fully in play!  Two fast numbers later, she and Dan returned and she slurped half her drink down for liquid.  The night was now set, and I smiled broadly at Dan.   He knew it, and smiled back!   He excused himself and Sandy proceeded to finish the rest of her drink.  Things would soon begin!  I excused myself for a run to the bathroom...told Dan, "about 30 minutes" and went back to our table.

Surely enough, in about 30 minutes Sandy was having trouble making full sentences, and the time was now!  I scooped her up and guided her toward the exit, nodding to Dan on the way and he trailed behind us.  We reached the car with Sandy almost out on her feet, and I said, "Oh, Dan needed to come early tonight, so I'm giving him a ride home, in the car, now!"   This made no impression on her at all.  Then I said that we'd get into the back seat since Dan knew just what he was doing...and we did.  Dan got into the drivers seat and we began driving away.  Very quickly and right on schedule, Sandy tilted over and soon eased into deep slumberland in my lap...all according to the playbook... We were right on track!

I reached behind the seat of our wagon, picked up both a video camera and a pair of scissors, then turned the camera on and handed it to Dan to focus on Sandy as I 'prepared' her for the evening's ride.  I also reached down into the door's side pocket and retrieved one of those sleep masks and put them on my dozing wife before turning on the interior overhead light.  I had earlier decided that trying to pull her entire sweater off and remove her bra was a bit too much trouble, and instead, I'd simply snip the spaghetti shoulder straps of the bra and sacrifice it for this evening's events, so I set about doing just that....I rolled Sandy forward, eased her sweater up so I could get to her large full breasts with ease, snipped the strapss at the rear of her bra and unfastened it, letting her magnificent mounds fall free as I pulled the bra forward.  After fondling them for a minute and thinking, "Oh you full rounded, beauties, someone else will be playing with you in just a couple of minutes," I told Dan, "OK, I think the lady is just about ready to begin tonight's entertainment."  I eased the sweater back down over her tits as he pulled off into a parking lot, and we got ready to exchange places.  He was filming all of this for my later viewing.

He got out, then opened my door, and he and I gently exchanged positions, his now being in the back seat with my drugged wife lying in his lap.  I got into the drivers seat and turned, while running the camera, and said, "I told Sandy on the walk out to the car that you had to come early tonight and I was giving you a ride in the car now...what I didn't tell her was that it was so she could give you a ride between her legs, later...and that you were going to cum, in her!

He smiled and I continued, "Well, you've seen the pictures of these nice tits, and we have about 15 minutes driving ahead of us...quite enough time I'd think for you to let your hands do some exploring and become quite intimately familiar with those beauties....so enjoy them and have fun...for now they're all yours!  As I turned to face forward and start the drive home, I could see him sliding Sandy's sweater up and beginning to fondle her nice rounded tits with their rose-hued little nipples.  The night was underway!  My camera was catching it all! My cock was straining against my Levis with the enormity of this evening.

We drove on to the house in a quiet suburban area, and I flicked off the overhead light.  I opened the backseat door to gently pull my fuzzy wife into a semi-upright position for the move into the house.  Dan moved on ahead of with the camera and stood in the shadows filming us as I maneuvered Sandy down the walk and into the front door, heading her straight upstairs.  I knew she would have to pee at a critical minute, so directed her into the bathroom and then over onto our big kingsized bed where she promptly lapsed again into a semi-conscious state. I peeked out into the hall and directed Dan to our guest room telling him to "give me a couple of minutes to get her ready" and then he should join us for fun and games.  I took the camera and went back into our bedroom to prepare Sandy for the first strange cock she had had in many years.  I set the camera up on its tripod and turned it on.

She was dozing and hardly waked up at all when I sat her up, removed her sweater and skirt, and then her thong, leaving her wholly naked, legs spread, on the bed.  I knew that in just moments Dan would come through the door, see this beautiful blond lying ready to receive, and go instantly into hard dick action on her lovely defenseless body.  I also reached above the mattress behind her head and extracted a soft, silken rope that I used to tie her arms above her head 'prisoner' fashion so she wouldn't be able to reach down and remove her light mask or interfere with whatever was being done to her.  She was truly a 'captive' available for whatever Dand wanted to do to her sensuous body.  I leaned over and licked her clit several times.  She stiffed a little, but didn't really wake up.

Dan came into the room, naked and half aroused, and smiled broadly when he saw what was waiting for him.  I picked up the camera for some better angles on my filming as he moved up onto the bed, opened her legs wider, and gently dove into her muff for some early "dining at the 'Y'"    As expected, Sandy's body began to respond to his tongue, which was thrusting up and down over her clit and soon she began to roll her hips up and down to meet his probing.  In only a minute she was moaning and bucking as he ate into her growing wetness!  He obviously was enjoying it too since his cock now looked like a miniature forearm hanging below his stomach.  Watching him push that into Sandy was going to be unbelievable!

He moved in between her thighs and began easing the head of his cock in between her now very wet cunt lips, gaining a little more and a little entry with each thrust forward.  His hands were squeezing and fondling her full breasts as she was moaning, "Uhnnn....uhnnn...uhnnn" each time he pushed into her a little further.  His big cockhead disappeared, then an inch and another inch as he rocked forward and she pulled down on his hips with her legs digging into his ass. And suddenly with a hard lunge he was in!   All nine inches were buried in my wife up to his balls and she was moaning and squealing with pain and pleasure.... "Ahhhh.....ahhhhh.....ohhhhh yesss" as she pulled back and forth while I filmed the ride....and then she climaxed in a wild frenzy of humping and flinging about on her silk 'restraints' and growling and moaning like in the days of our earliest lovemaking...completely out of control to the sensations raging betweem her thighs.  The Dan came...unable I guess to resist the fierce sensual animal that he was riding, and I kept filming as he shuddered and thrust harder as he exploded into Sandy's writhing body!    And they were spent.  Lying exhausted on the bed, they gradually caught their breath and I filmed from different angles as Dan's huge cock softened and slipped from my wife's well lubricated pussy!  I had my film, Dan had his hot fuck, and Sandy had her first strange cock in 15 years.  It was a win,win,win for us all, and I have the tape to prove it!

I drove Dan back to his car at Charley's and we parted, never to meet again. A repeat performance wasn't what this was all about, and anyway, all of us had what we wanted.  I keep the tape well hidden, and take it out for viewing when I want to get a rush to go jump Sandy's bones for no apparent reason...and with the roofies I put in her drink that night, she only has a vague memory of a few of the events that occurred...so everything has happened right according to plan.

Would love to show you the video, but that just can't happen...so let your imagination fill in the picture part of this.  I'll have to keep the original for 'private screenings.'  Maybe one of these days I'll need to add a second evening and film to the collection.

Nuzzle@Hotmail.com

“Wake up.” A gentle shake.

Still no response.

“Wake up! Wake UP!” The voice was exasperated and a violent shake accompanied the order. Finally, there was some measure of movement. The form under the covers groaned and arched its back.

“Dave Mathews! For the love of me, WAKE UP!”

Dave remained totally inexpressive and simply said something that sounded like “Mnaaaarrrrrrr…”. The other figure got decidedly furious. It kicked the covers off itself and jumped out of the (fairly) spacious bed. Dave must have been partly awake because he inferred the figure’s intentions. He clung to the covers more tightly and tried to spin them around him but the figure got the better of him.

One minute he was half conscious, the next, the covers were ripped off his body and thrown on the floor. He still wouldn’t get up and curled into a ball, trying to conserve what little heat his body could generate on this cool morning. He finally opened one eye and peered at the figure towering above him.

“Gwen …”

Gwen glowered at him from the height of her five feet six inches. Her brown silky hair was falling on her shoulders, the sun shinning through the white curtains making it look golden. Her normally jovial face was contorted with frustration. Her hands were resting delicately on her hips. Delicate. Graceful. Elegant. These words described her.

She was dressed in a tee two sizes too large for her elfin body and her pink cotton panties. Nothing else. She was the most beautiful creature Dave had ever seen. He smiled and patted the bed next to him, uncurling a bit to offer more space. Gwen managed to maintain her angry demeanour for about five seconds before breaking down and sliding next to her boyfriend.

She giggled slightly as he slid his left leg on her right hip. He reached behind her and stroked her hair. Her hazel eyes were searching the depths of his black eyes for any sign of excitement. None. He was simply holding her, like she liked it. No sex on his mind, only being with his beloved girlfriend mattered. She smiled again and kissed him lightly on the lips.

That simple contact sent shivers along her spine, making her curl a bit and pull her guy closer to her. His strong arms were pressing her against him, her nose just above his shoulder and her hands stroking his bare back. She smelled his sweaty odour, remnant of last night’s activities.

She didn’t want to leave the bed but she started to sit up and reached for her slippers. She was halfway up when Dave snagged her right hand. His face was still pushed in the pillow under him and his eyes were closed but he was smiling a small mischievous smile. He pulled her back down and covered them both with the thick woolen covers. He moved over her and kissed her deeply, sliding his hands down her svelte body until they reached her undergarments.

Gwen laughed. She wrapped her arms around his neck lightly as he continued to kiss her lips, her face, her cheeks, her neck. Her panties were now at her ankles. She slowly drew one leg out of the cloth. She could feel his hardness through his blue boxers. She closed her eyes.

“You have to work today, don’t you?” she murmured.

Dave was nuzzling her neck and had his boxers down to his knees. He slowly moved to her sweet, sweet opening. With one gentle push, he was inside her. She squealed as he answered.

“I’m going to be late.”

Someone standing outside the room would have heard the squeaks of the old bed and the laughter of two lovebirds. That someone could have interrupted the festivities, but the house was currently empty, save for those two. Dave’s parents had left to visit a relative somewhere in the city. They had the house to themselves, which explained the series of ragged moans that emanated from the closed room. And the grunting.

 

*            *            *

 

Another day at school. Boring, boriiiiing. Dave was walking in the corridors, looking jaded. Third period was about to begin but he couldn’t care less if he missed the class. Nowadays, he was easily distracted, thanks to his budding relationship with Gwen. He’d have to change that soon. He could not allow himself to be distracted, certainly not now, before the exams. His mom was on his back day and night, telling him to make her proud, what will people think if you fail?

He shook his head. His mom was always worrying about what people would think. He entered the almost empty classroom and sat down, taking his books out of his bag. A smile suddenly broke his gloomy face. He was reminiscing the morning he had had last Saturday. Gwen was so soft and delicate, yet so fiery and wild. The smile turned into a grin. The bell sounded and students started flocking in.

He was already starting to get a hard-on. Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts for God’s sake. I don’t want to give everyone a show. The old teacher stepped in and closed the door. Dave was able to control his libido and settle down. He was still smiling, though.

 

*            *            *

 

The bell sounded third period. Gwen looked up from the book she was reading and saw people rushing to their respective classes. She carefully marked her page and got up. She lazily opened her locker, put the book in and took out her small bag. The Physics teacher was always five minutes late. She checked her hair in the small mirror and smiled approvingly.

Her brown mane was tickling her back slightly. She reached behind her and scratched herself. A couple of jocks passing by eyed her hungrily. Understandable. She was wearing a green skirt whose hem dangled two inches above her knees and a blue shirt. Dave had told her she looked good enough to be placed between two slices of bread. His words. Her digital watch and her black Nikes seemed a bit out of place but they were gifts from Dave, so she wore them and the consequences be damned.

She sat in her chair and fiddled with a lock of hair absently. She was smiling idly, recalling Saturday morning. Dave was so… great. She might have said fantastic, extraordinary, superhuman, a pure sex machine, but she was feeling a bit realistic. Great would do for now. Newman was droning on about who the hell knew what. She smiled in anticipation. Dave was supposed to meet her for lunch.

 

*            *            *

 

They got out of the janitor’s closet, making sure to appear as natural as possible and failing miserably. At least, there was no one around to spot the two of them. Gwen’s hair was disheveled, strands sticking out of her silky mane. Her shirt was un-tucked and her skirt had been hastily pulled up. Dave was in no better shape. His black T-shirt was rumpled and sticking out of his jeans. His neck-length hair was a scraggly mess and he was breathing heavily. His zipper was still open and he proceeded to pull it up.

They straightened their clothes in the relative silence and smiled at each other. They had been a little quick, but what the hell? Sex is sex, you can’t be too choosy. Gwen walked towards the cafeteria and giggled. Dave swatted her on the butt and jumped out of her arm’s reach, laughing wildly. Gwen stifled a laugh and chased him down the corridor until he stopped, snagged her in his strong arms and kissed her deeply and passionately, like he had a few minutes earlier.

They walked to lunch grinning, hand in hand, like they had always done since their date. They had officially been a couple for four straight months, with no sign of any argument. People were no longer surprised to see them kiss in public at the park or on the benches or in front of their houses.

They were so enthralled in each other that they didn’t see the blonde peering from behind a row of lockers. Nor did they see her murderous stare.

 

*            *            *

 

School could not end soon enough. Dave was walking towards the double doors that signaled freedom, trying to spot his girlfriend. He was quietly waiting for her when he saw a blonde figure approach him and endeavor to catch his eye. He turned to the figure and exhaled loudly.

The girl in front of him was tantalizingly beautiful. She was tall, perhaps 5’9”, had long, straight, honey-blonde hair that hung between her shoulder blades. Her face had a childish, almost petulant, look that made her immensely pleasant to look at. Her nose was slender, like Gwen’s. Flaxen, if a little bushy, eyebrows mounted above crystal blue eyes told him she was a natural and not some K-Mart product. Her lips were presently elegantly stretched in a small smile that lit her whole face. His gaze was drawn to the rest of her body. The first thing he noticed was her chest. It was difficult not to. He figured she was a D cup or something like that. These twin mounds dwarfed the rest of the lean body, almost bizarrely so. She had legs that went up to the moon, a fact not lost on him. She was adorned with a blue miniskirt and a sleeveless red tee that left nothing to the imagination. He could see her attributes stretching the fabric tight, two nipples sticking out quite obviously.

Dave was blown for a moment by the stranger’s splendor. Aphrodite has come to visit me. And it looks like she’s got the hots for me. The girl offered her hand, which he shook lightly. She had a soft grip. He stepped back and stuffed his hands in his pockets. He was grateful he was wearing denim, for his nether regions were trying to burst his boxers. The stranger checked him out, eyes lingering on his muscled arms. She finally spoke.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“I know this is a bit awkward, but I’ve been looking for you.”

“For me?”

“Uh-huh,”

“Can I ask what for?”

“I’m new around school. I’ve just been transferred from Falls High. You know about the high school, don’t you?”

He did know about the school. Falls High was old and falling apart. Parents had protested and had finally been able to get the administration to move their kids to several other high schools within easy range of Falls High. Green Hills High had absorbed a sizable quantity of these students.

“Yes. What can I do for you?”

“Well, like I said, I’m new and I need some help getting around. I’m also a bit… lacking in the English department and Ms Rodriguez told me to refer to you. You’re kind of a writing guru from what I hear.”

“It figures. Rodriguez always sends me her students. The price of fame. Why do you need my help to get around school?”

She blushed slightly, making blood rush to her cheeks. It made her all the more lovely. “Every guy I’ve talked to tried to hit on me or tried to paw me. You’re the first one to hold a civil conversation. Plus, I was wondering if you could help me with your English prowess.” She suddenly looked him in the eye, an eager look on her face. “Is it true? The stories about you?”

“What stories?”

“They say you wrote a thousand page long novel in one year. That you scored the highest English marks in Green Hills High’s history.”

Dave was suddenly feeling a bit uncomfortable. He didn’t like talking about his talent. “Maybe.” He saw Gwen waiting for him on top of the stairs. Uh oh. Here comes Aphrodite’s rival. With a capital R. She was looking at the stranger dubiously. He waved at her. “You’re getting to meet my girlfriend. There she is.”

Gwen sauntered to them and slid her right arm around his left arm, almost possessively. My oh my, are we getting jealous Miss Mitchels? She looked at the girl expectantly.

“By the way, what’s your name?”

She was startled. “Oh, I forgot to mention it. Sandra Jurgens.” She offered Gwen her hand. The two girls briefly pumped their hands up and down and quickly let go, as if sensing their mutual uneasiness. “I should probably get going,” Sandra said, glancing at Gwen.

She walked away slowly, as if looking for someone then accelerated her pace. Gwen turned to him and he was surprised to see the angry, almost hurt expression on her face.

“Who the hell was that? What did she want?” she spat.

“Whoa there, tiger!” Dave said, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. “I wasn’t doing anything wrong! We were just talking! Apparently, she has some problems getting around school and Rodriguez wants me to tutor her a bit. That’s all I swear. She didn’t want to go down on me or anything like that.”

“I don’t give a damn! Look at her! She looks like a slut,” she said sullenly.

“That’s just because she’s pretty. Every beautiful girl finds other beautiful girls that talk to their boyfriends sluttish. It’s a universal rule.”

Gwen continued to glower at him, so he gently took her in his arms. He stroked her hair, a move he knew would sooth her. She didn’t respond at first, then slid her arms around him. He hugged her firmly, still stroking her hair.

“Do you really think that I would leave you for the first big-titted girl that crosses my path, even if she is very attractive?” he said softly. “I’m disappointed. I thought you had more faith in me.”

Gwen sniffled and pressed her face into his shoulder. “I was scared. I didn’t want to risk losing you. That girl looks like a slut from Playboy. I guess that’s why I overreacted.” She reached up to play with his hair. “She’s just so beautiful,” she added.

Dave took a half step back, lifting her chin up with his forefinger. Gwen’s eyes were slightly red and puffy. Damn! She had been crying. “Hey, hey. Look at me.” She averted her gaze then stared in his deep eyes. He leaned in and planted a long, deep kiss on her quivering lips. He felt her loosen up a little, pressing against him more firmly, probing his mind with that one kiss. He let her do her thing while he poured all the passion he felt for her in this embrace.

They finally parted, slightly out of breath. Gwen rearranged her hair and smoothed her clothes. “I’m sorry,” she said, whipping her eyes with the back of her hands. “I’m just being stupid. Stupid, insecure girl.”

Dave kissed her forehead and put an arm around her waist, steering her in the direction of her house. “Don’t ever say that again. You’re my girlfriend. My girl can’t be all those horrible things. She’s strong, she’s determined, she doesn’t let a blonde step on her. She’ll fight to the death for her guy. Let’s walk you home. You’ll feel better, I promise.”

They did indeed walk to her house, although it was something like twenty-five blocks away. Gwen did feel better and kissed her guardian angel one last time before stepping inside her house, no longer insecure and safe in Dave’s heart.

 

*            *            *

 

The next weeks passed in a haze. Dave had taken up tutoring Sandra (or Sandy, as she insisted he called her), much to Gwen’s displeasure at first. She had cooled down though. She no longer shot poor Miss Jurgens hostile looks whenever she talked to her hubby. They had started the foundations of a friendship and were becoming steadily closer. Gwen appeared more comfortable, less envious of her new friend’s figure. Sandy, became more confident and was outright mean to boys daring to even stare at her chest as she walked by. She was developing quite an ice-queen rep.

All was well until the exams hit home. They had two months to cram everything their teachers had been talking about in their brain. It did not strain their relationship though. They would meet regularly, talk about their problems, try to find good solutions and depart to study some more before regrouping. Of course, some people did not approve of Dave walking around with two hot chicks on his arms everywhere he went. His mom kept telling him about what the elder inhabitants of Green hills were saying.

The exam week came and they all tried their damned-fucking best to score major. This year was not uneventful. A girl almost ripped her hair off in a fit of hysterics after finding out that she had wrongly answered a question. Guys were hitting the booze so heavily after tests that the schoolyard was often littered with beer cans and drying puke. No ones nerves were spared during this awful period of the year.

By the end of the exams, their nerves were wound so tight, they thought they were going to burst. They finally agreed to meet in a bar and got drunk together to celebrate the end of it all. Sandy’s brother had to literally drag them into his car to get them home. They puked everywhere when they reached their respective lawns. Story was that Dave had fallen asleep on his porch and his mom had found him snoring while getting her morning paper.

Now, three weeks after the last test paper, they had decided to meet again for a road trip, with their parents’ blessings. Sandy’s older brother, Bert, was coming along, to provide some measure of control over the teens.

 

*            *            *

 

The trip consisted of traveling to Lake Eidenger, thirty-two miles from Green Hills. They would have peace and tranquility. Bert had brought along his girlfriend, Rita, a cute Mexican with a shiny mane of raven hair. They settled on the lake’s bank late one morning, setting up their tents and gathering wood for campfire. When they had finished, they went for a long swim in the lake’s cool water. Bert and his liberal girlfriend went skinny-dipping and disappeared for the better part of two hours. No asking what they were doing.

They all had separate tents but Gwen was rarely alone in hers. Dave would always slip inside in the middle of the night and they would cuddle until the wee hours of morning before waking up wrapped in each other’s arms. Sandy was feeling a little lonely, particularly at night when everyone else would have his or her sweetheart spooning with him or her.

Dave and Gwen decided to give her a surprise. They prepared a picnic on one of the many boats that littered the banks. The next morning when Sandy woke up, she gave a small squeal of appreciation and immediately hoped into one of the two shoddy embarkations. They took off for rest of the day, eating, fishing, talking about the exams’ aftermath, just being normal teens.

When they got back, Sandy was bombed. She had drunk a full six-pack of Bud and had barfed repeatedly in the water. When they disembarked on the bank, they found that Bert and his girl had taken a hike and would be back VERY late. Dave and Gwen, who had moderated their drinking, were still standing. Only two beers each. Sandy hit the floor in her tent and started snoring after five minutes. Dave and Gwen were left alone, all alone.

“Well, she sure is happy,” Gwen said.

“No kidding.”

“Maybe she should get a boyfriend or a pet. She sure looks lonely.”

“It’s a bit difficult. Her mom doesn’t want a pet and almost every guy who seems interested in her thinks of only one thing: her chest.”

“It’s kind of difficult not to.”

“Maybe I could find someone who isn’t interested in the bodily attributes…”

They both considered the idea for a few minutes. “Impossible. Pure platonic love just doesn’t exist,” Gwen said.

“You know you’re insulting the entire male population of the world?”

She grinned mischievously. “I am. Why? Are you gonna spank me?” There was a glint in her eye as she said that.

Dave was interested. Lately their routine was becoming… well, routine. A change of scenery was a first step; maybe she would want to do something more… exotic. Gwen leaned towards him, kissing him full on the lips. He savored the moment before she quit and got up.

She led him by the hand outside to the lake’s bank and sat down. Dave was wondering what they were doing here, one hour before sunset, when his girlfriend pulled him down and kissed him again. He felt himself melt into her, her silken hair brushing his face, her soft lips hungrily pressed on his, the promise of things to come hanging in that embrace.

He felt hand son his back rubbing his shoulders softly. He probed Gwen’s mouth with his tongue, feeling her respond aggressively. There was nothing left of the shyness and gaucherie of their first time. She was a new Gwen, completely confident in her ability to make her man salivate with anticipation.

She started to undress him. His shirt dropped to the soft earth and comfy grass while his jeans went flying dangerously close to the water’s edge. He felt nimble hands press against his strong chest. He broke the passionate kiss and started to take her clothes off. He carefully unbuttoned her white shirt and let it slide down her back. He ran a finger along her spine, making her shudder and making goose bumps rise on her delicate skin.

He could see the need on her face. Her breathing was coming in short, quick gasps. She wanted to be had right now it seemed. He smiled as he worked on her jeans. He peeled them off her skin with excruciating slowness, enjoying the way Gwen squirmed underneath him. He dropped her clothes in a bundle beside her. His dick was standing at attention, brushed by the gentle breeze that made the grass sway gently.

He made her lie back on the grass and watch the clouds. He made his way down to her love nest, all the while kissing her body. He probed her pussy with two fingers, slowly working them inside her. His tongue danced across her lips, tasting her sweet secretions. Gwen bucked her hips a little then pulled his head up.

Dave looked at her with a puzzled expression. She was smiling a little. He felt her wrap her fingers around his hard member and slowly stroke it. She quickened her motion and drew a moan from him. She stopped altogether and gave a gentle tug on the member. He brought his waist up to her mouth and waited for the delicious sensations to stroke his every nerve endings.

Instead, he heard her grunt a little. He looked down to see that her pussy was now in front of his face and her head was between his legs. He smiled. They had never tried the sixty-nine position before. He lay on her, careful not to hurt her with his body and felt her lips close around him. He moaned before catching a hint of the scent emanating from her legs.

He lowered his head and began to lick her all over. She squirmed a little then resumed her treatment. She was going slow, making him last as long as was humanly possible. He dipped his tongue between her lips and parted them gently with his forefingers. He gently and slowly passed his tongue over the inside of the lips.

The feeling between his legs was distracting him, as he was undoubtedly distracting her. She would often stop and he would feel her moan around his meat, which, frankly, was wonderful. He pushed his fingers deeper while keeping his tongue to the shallow levels. Gwen accelerated and he felt her tongue slid over his slit, sending jolts to his brain. He could feel his resistance erode.

He tried to hold himself like he had learned to and succeeded in bringing her to an orgasm just before she made him come in her beautiful mouth. The feeling was glorious. It felt like a suction pump was pulling his insides through his dick. He tried concentrating on Gwen’s flood, but his own eruption was clearly distracting him. As a result, Gwen’s face ended up covered with sperm while her juices were running down Dave’s chin.

He took his time and cleaned his girlfriend, careful to arouse her just enough to keep her in the mood. She did the same thing to him. When they were finished, they lay side by side on the grass. He stroked her breasts slowly, letting his fingers circle her nipples and occasionally touch and pinch them. Gwen got up and straddled him. He grunted when her body slid down his member and landed on his pelvis.

Gwen started to move up and down and leaned in to kiss him. He felt her tongue slowly lick his lips and probe his mouth and she accelerated her rhythm. She started to get worked up then suddenly stopped. She reached for her jeans and extracted a slender vibrator from her back pocket. Dave wondered how he could have missed it. He looked up to see Gwen’s mischievous smile. She leaned on him until her breasts were resting gently on his chest and slowly put the sex toy inside her, past his dick. She turned it on and sighed contentedly as the air filled with a buzzing sound.

Dave could scarcely believe it. The thing was sending spiked bolts of pleasure to his nerve endings. He felt Gwen resume her motion and put a hand to her pussy to keep the vibrator in place. She pinched her nipples gently, making them more erect than they already were.

This was great. He lay there as the sun started its slow descend towards the lake’s horizon. The sky was tinged a light orange, which gradually grew into a full-blown sunset as they continued to moan and writhe on the grass. As eternities passed, Gwen slowed and accelerated, always varying her pace, trying to squeeze him dry. If Dave hadn’t practiced so much, he would have let the floodgate be broken a long time ago.

He finally could not take it any more. He pulled her close to him, grinding his hips into her crotch. She was burning hot inside and he felt his seed empty in her bowels as she too came from the vibrator stuck in her. The toy was pushing his limits, making his dickhead shake like a leaf in a Texas storm.

He panted as Gwen reached behind her and extracted the thing from her insides. She smiled tiredly. This was a bit odd. She always seemed so energised after a session of lovemaking. She rolled off him and lay stroking his nipples slowly as she admired he dying light as the sun disappeared behind the ocean. Dave was still feeling a tingle in his shrinking dick, thanks to her care. It suddenly dawned on him that he hadn’t been wearing a rubber.

He turned to Gwen, an almost horrified expression on his face. She was still smiling. “I know, you forgot the rubber. It’s no big, I’m on the pill.”

“Since when?” The shock in his voice was evident.

“I’m eighteen now, dear, remember? I just asked my doctor some.” She shrugged. “I forgot to tell you.” She then smiled mischievously. “You won’t be needing those condoms under your bed anymore. I heard it’s better that way.”

“Yeah, right. And when you become pregnant, who will be blamed? Me.”

“Aaaaww… you’re being a spoilsport. Don’t tell me the sex wasn’t great.”

“It was. Great. Incredible. Heavenly.”

“The best sex you ever had?”

He scrunched his face, looking like he was trying to remember something. “No, maybe not.”

She hit him on the stomach, straddling his chest. “Liar! It was the best and you know it!” She kissed his lips ad played with his tongue for a moment, her right hand pressing against his left breast and her left hand stroking his growing member.

He sighed with pleasure. She was insatiable. Not that he complained. Whenever they had sex, she would do him things he didn’t know were possible and he would make her feel so good, just the memory of it was enough to make her soaking wet, or so she said. It might have been exaggeration but it was partly truth.

He was getting hard again, pumped to life by the hand moving slowly along his shaft. His tongue was racing in her mouth. She smiled and kissed the tip of his nose. His dick was pressing between her cheeks. She continued stroking it deliberately slowly to tease him. He closed his eyes for a second as she dug a bottle out of her jeans’ back pocket.

“Jesus, how much stuff do you have packed in that thing?”

She grinned. “Shut up, mister. On your knees.”

He readily complied. She popped the bottle open and squirted a large helping of what looked like jelly to his inexperienced eyes. She slowly applied it along his hard shaft, and even on his balls. Dave was curious. Was she thinking what he was thinking?

It seemed so. Gwen presented him her beautiful ass and pressed the mouth of the bottle into her asshole. He heard her grunt as cold jelly filled her ass. He was excited anew. They had often talked about anal sex but had rarely gone beyond some finger fucking – or finger-squeezed-into-dust-by-the-incredible-tightness-of-her. They had always stopped because she said it hurt real bad.

And now this. There was almost a bottle of jelly in her hole and the rest was on his dick. Gwen wriggled her ass a little. She turned to him, a smirk on her face.

“Go on, you know you want to.” She wriggled her bum once more to emphasise.

Dave was unsure how to begin. He probed her ass with a finger, trying to squeeze past the sphincter. It slid in but not without some effort. He slowly moved it in and out until it could move fairly quickly. He carefully inserted a second finger and heard Gwen utter a low cry. Careful. He let her get used to the invader before moving again. He glanced at his watch and saw that he had been doing this for nearly fifteen minutes.

He finally put in a third finger. His hand was starting to get sore. He moved even more slowly, careful not to hurt her until he heard her moan from his treatment. That was his signal. He positioned his cock at the entrance of the hole, sizing it up. Gwen was on all fours, offering herself doggy style. He pushed the head in. She inhaled sharply and exhaled shakily.

He pushed in one inch of meat. Then two. And three. Each time, he waited for her to adjust to his size. The pressure was incredible. It was squeezing his dick with each heartbeat. He finally pushed all of his six inches inside and let out a shaky breath. Her muscles were working him real good. He put his hands on her hips and slowly started to thrust.

Gwen couldn’t believe the feeling. It was like a huge turd was moving up her hole instead of down. It was both painful and pleasant. She had been prepared, having taken an enema before coming over. She had researched a little on the net and had come up with a way that was enjoyable to do it. Dave was ever so gentle as he penetrated her. He thrust one time, making her grunt. She felt the thing slid out before going in again. He repeated this little maneuver until her ass was less tight.

Dave was now pushing it in fairly quickly. Gwen was grunting with each thrust he made. Seeing her head bent, hair hiding her face and on all fours excited him like never before. It felt like he was dominating her, she was his bitch to do what he liked. He pushed harder. This time she cried out. He ignored her and pushed again. Her ass started responding by grinding back into him.

They continued this part pain, part pleasure movement until Dave felt that Gwen was ready for some fast action. He pulled himself almost out, leaving only the head inside and put his hands on her hips. Gwen must have guessed his intentions as she became still.

He took one deep breathe before pumping the ass beneath him. This time he pushed in like a maniac. At fist, Gwen cried and writhed but he wouldn’t let her get away. He continued his assault until her cries became moans and she pressed back against him. The pressure her ass was making made it difficult to control himself but he managed. He grabbed a fistful of her brown hair with his right hand and pulled her head up.

Gwen felt her hair being pulled. Her head snapped up, a small cry escaping her lips. Dave was really getting into it. He was playing it rough unlike the other times. She rather liked this change. She felt a new buzz in her legs as Dave hand fell on her butt cheeks in a loud smack. He angled his hands in such a way that it caused more noise than pain. She moaned as he hit her again. This was great!

She bucked her hips violently against his thrusting pelvis as she tried to get more of him inside her. She felt her hair being pulled again. She cried and pushed harder. Dave’s hand landed on her bum once more as he plunged inside her relentlessly. She almost passed out when her orgasm hit home. She moaned as her hot nectar erupted from inside her and gushed all over her legs.

Dave felt so good. He didn’t know why he had started slapping her ass but it made him feel in control and seemed to make Gwen wilder. He had continued and felt the familiar stir in his loins. He tried to hold on as much as he could but Gwen’s ass was simply too tight to resist. It felt like the first time all over again. The tightness, the pleasure, this sensation.

Her felt a hot liquid slide down his legs. Gwen must have come. He could now let himself go. It was becoming something of a policy each time they had sex. He would endeavor to cum only after Gwen was satisfied. He thrust harder and pulled her hair more and finally erupted inside her with a loud grunt. He felt his cum pour out into her asshole as he let go of her hair and slumped back on his back.

They were both panting wildly. Gwen turned to him and kissed him. She lay in his arms as they caught their breath. Dave looked down at his dick, expecting it to be covered with shit but he only saw his fluids and the jelly. He looked questioningly at his lover.

She smiled and passed a finger on his lips. “I had an enema. I didn’t want it to be messy. I hope you liked.”

“I adored. It was great. We should have tried it sooner.”

She said nothing and snuggled closer to him. The darkness was all around them. He could hear the soft buzz of the insects as they rested on the lake’s shore.

 

End Part 3