The ride is primarily uneventful as road winds sharply and any
distractions could be deadly. The speed is high and I can feel you
pressed to me. I start to slow down, you attempt to scream above the
wind and the engine but your words fly away. I turn down a small road
curving into a small clearing by a lake. You gently dismount so I can
put the bike on the center stand. A smile crosses your face as you
comprehend the action. You mount the bike, only this time placing your
arse on the gas tank, facing me. I can smell your excitement and push
your skirt up to reveal a pair of frilly bikini underwear. Your bush
pokes out of the sides and strains against the fabric. You moan
suggestively in anticipation of what will be next. Instead I untie
your bodice to reveal an equally exquisite bra. I pull one globe out
and suck and lick it with my tongue. You arch your back and push
towards me trying to move my hand back to your aching cunt. This is
what I’ve been waiting for. I grab it and quickly encapture it with a
handcuff. Pulling behind your back I grab your other hand and tighten
the cuff on it. Your face expresses many emotions surprise, excitement,
wonder and fear. You feign being upset and squirm against your bonds.
You even plead to be let go secretly hoping I don’t.

I resume my seduction by nibbling on your neck and earlobes. I hear
you sigh and feel your hot breath in my hair. Gently I pull you from
the bike–we’ll save that for another day. Instead I lean you over the
seat, your stomach resting on it, and your bottom exposed. Once again
I raise your skirt. This time I pull your panties off exposing your
arse and bush. You whine and prance like a mare in heat, begging to be
entered. But there is more in store for you. I reach into my saddlebag
and pull out a battery operated razor. You protest, but you know that
jumping around is not a safe move. I ease the hair away with the
razor despite your protests. Indeed you are quite wet from this. Your
juices makes the hairs stick to the razor and I stop to pull them out.
I continue until most of the hair is off but you are far from bare.
Now I grab the rest of the toys and help you up from the bike. I lead
you towards the lake and tie a rope around the cuffs and then attach
you to a tree.

I push your dress up again and apply shaving cream to your stubbly
pussy. Your eyes widen as you realize what is next. Now I have a razor
and use my hands to shave you. You get jumpy as I near your precious
clitoris. In fact, you’re remarkably still but shaking. Juice runs
from your cunt in a stream and forms a small puddle on the ground near
your arse.

Once you’re neat and clean I wipe you dry. Your pussy is so
beautiful and now very sensitive. I just breath on it and you quiver.
I use a mirror to show you and use my tongue to make you enjoy it
more. You don’t say anything but I know that you love seeing this in
the mirror. I push my beard against your hood and you gasp loudly.
Your juice runs again and I place one then two, three and four fingers
inside you, finger fucking until my whole hand is drenched. Then I
bring it to your mouth where you hungrily lap it off, sucking my
fingers.

Now you’re begging to be fucked. Your body writhes and twists. You
moan and promise me everything. I’ll get it anyway. I lead you back to
the cycle and lean you over it again. I drop my jeans quickly and
position myself between your legs. Then I start the engine. The
vibration of the motor against your cunt drives you crazy and you buck
and roll against the seat pushing your arse out to me. I enter you
slowly teasing you. In, in, in, in, in. Still by balls have not
slapped you. In and in. I remain motionless while you roll your hips
and try to move forward. I reach around and cup your mound, my fingers
finding your clit. I roll it gently in time to the engine. Then BANG.
I pull out and fuck you hard. You gasp feeling my pubic hair tickle
your skin. BANG, again I fuck you hard until your body explodes with
multiple orgasms. Still I have not come. You’re so sensitive now that
I keep making you come by simply moving.

I now release the cuffs and help you onto the tank. I then mount.
You force your acing cunt onto me and gasp as my pubic hair now
tickles your clit. We rock back and forth and wen I’m about to come
you pull off, lean over and eat my cream. I pulsate for a minute. We
get off the bike and I get a blanket for us to rest on until we gain
strength for more.

Neither one of us said anything about that incident, but about two
weeks later, I told Tim I needed some cash for groceries and he asked if I
would be willing to earn it. I smiled and shrugged, “A girl has to eat.”
He took me into the bedroom and we balled each other’s brains out for two
hours. As I walked around the food store on wobbly legs, with four crisp
fifties in my pocket, I knew I was “hooked” on our little game.

Now, only a few months later, I have to “earn” every cent I spend,
whether for myself or the house — and I love it. The opposite is also
true — when Tim wants me, he has to pay for it. Nothing in life is free,
and I get to set my own price — a blow-job is at least $40 and I won’t
fuck for less than a $100.
Like any good businessperson, I know I can charge extra for the
popular options. A little friendly bondage is $40, a strip is priced like
the “Strip-O-Grams” in the area — $100 for the strip, and VERY good tips
for anything “extra,” and if he is short on cash — a hand job is $20 ($25
with oil or cream or jelly!). Cash only! No checks, credit cards or IOUs!

Tim is wonderful at thinking up variations on our lovemaking. One
evening, we got in the car after shopping in the mall and he said, “$100
for a blow-job, right here, right now, in public.” I smiled and put my
hand out for the money. In seconds, I had Tim’s seat back, his zipper
down, and his cock out. I started sucking him while bent over the console,
but soon knelt on my seat, knowing anyone who saw me would be certain of
what I was doing. I didn’t care — my panties were soaked through as Tim
shot his cum into my mouth.
Just the thought of me giving him a blow-job on a parking lot made me
feel more like a hooker than ever and I was about as hot as I had ever been
in my life. As soon as we walked into the house, I dragged Timmy down on
top of me and said, “Oh, Baby! That was so good! I need a fuck, right
now! A freebie!” Always the gentleman, Tim tipped me $20 when we were
through.

One warm Spring night, just as we were at the front door to leave to
get a quick supper at the local casual restaurant, Tim offered me $50 if I
didn’t wear any underwear under my top and short skirt. He handed me the
fifty as I handed him my bra and panties. I should have tried that before,
because before we arrived at the restaurant, Tim told me to finger my clit
and my fingers slipped around in my already dripping-wet cunt.
Tim saw how hot I was and told me that if I really wanted to earn my
money, to order the salad bar. I did, and every time I walked up to the
bar and bent over to reach something to put on my plate, I could feel my
denim skirt ride up the back of my thighs and felt my tits hang out away
from my chest, filling out my top. The kid keeping the salad bar stocked
really got an eyeful and I LOVED it! In the car I offered Tim a $25 refund
if he’d fuck me right there. He said he was tempted but that there were
too many people, including kids, so he fingered my cunt and pinched my
nipples to a tremendous orgasm for free.

Ever onward and upwards we went in our little “game.”
Sitting home one night, complaining about the lack of anything good on
TV, Timmy suggested I dress up in something sexy and go to a bar.
“What about you?” I asked.
“Oh, I’ll be there. I’ll be right behind you and I can `pick you up’
like a real hooker working the hotel crowd.”
I’m sure the big grin on my face told him I loved the idea, as I
rushed upstairs to change.
Less than an hour later, I strutted into a hotel lounge in my
shortest, tightest tube-dress and my highest highheels. Getting up onto a
barstool without flashing everything I had was a feat in itself!
Like bees to honey, I was soon approached by a parade of good-looking
unattached (at least for the night!) men, buying me drinks and dancing with
me. A few of them invited me to their place, or up to their room, some
even hinting about my “occupation,” saying things like they realized “time
was money in today’s world” and that was alright with them.
Tim eventually made his appearance, and when he did, it was after he
had had more than a few drinks. He stepped up to the bar and placed his
hand over my shoulder. In a voice loud enough to be heard several stools
on either side of us, he asked, “Say, Sweet-Stuff, I’ve been noticing you,
and I was wondering what a little action with you would cost.”
Aware of the audience, I whispered, “Two hundred, for the night.”
Louder than before, Tim gasped, “Two hunnert? Are you kidding? Plus
the room?”
I moved close to his ear and whispered, “Tim, if you don’t get me out
of here, right now, I’ll fuck you right here on this bar!”
Tim helped me off the stool, and took a parting shot at our interested
audience, “Lady, for this kind of money, you better be as good as you
look!”
I was pulling him through the lobby when he stopped me and pointed to
the bank of elevators. Dangling on his finger was a room key!
We hit the button and the doors opened. Tim pushed me into the corner
of the elevator and punched “7″ for the floor. I pulled him against me and
kissed him, hard. I was hot, and wasn’t sure I could wait to get to the
room!
In a flash, Tim had his tongue buried down my throat and his hand up
under my dress and down my panties, fingering my hard, wet clit. A man
caught the doors before they closed, but we didn’t stop. Instead, I pulled
Tim closer and wrapped my leg around his. The other passenger “Harumphed”
but I didn’t care — it was all part of the scene we were playing. When
the doors opened at “7,” Tim and I disentangled ourselves and got off the
elevator. As the doors closed, I turned, smiled and said to the other
passenger, “Have a nice night — we’re going to!”
Tim opened the door to the room, and we tumbled onto the bed. Too hot
to undress, Tim unzipped his fly, pulled my skirt up to my hips, pulled the
elastic in my panties aside and entered me in one hard shove. I started
cumming, immediately.
We fucked and sucked almost all night. It was wonderful. And, I
never felt more like a whore than the next morning, as I walked through the
lobby in my tart dress, heels, and “just-fucked” look. Even a nun would
have had no doubts about what I had been doing all night!

I had been accumulating a tidy sum in my “Honey” jar, and decided to
splurge on myself, the way any self respecting hooker would — on clothes,
jewelry, and make-up. I spent the day buying the most outrageous items I
could find — micro skirts, seamed stockings, crotchless panties, red-red
lipstick, cut-out bras, and on and on. I had a ball!
After dinner that night, I decided to give a fashion show to Timmy,
and surprise him with my wildest “streetwalker” outfit. I put on heavy
make-up, red crotchless panties, a black corset top, stockings, garterbelt,
red heels and a red vinyl skirt not quite long enough to reach my stocking-
tops. For the crowning touch, I put on a wild, cheap blonde wig and spiked
the tresses.
Tim went absolutely crazy! Only, instead of throwing me down on the
floor, or chasing me up to the bedroom, he suggested we go for a ride!
The ride wasn’t very far — only downtown, stopping around the corner
from Calvert Street, a street notorious for cheap streetwalkers. By the
time Tim had pulled to the curb, I knew what he wanted me to do — and I
was game!
I got out of the car and Tim pulled around the corner. Then, after
making sure my seams were straight, I strutted around the corner and into
the glow of the street lamps. Tim was parked across the street, and I saw
two other women (dressed pretty much like I was!) standing about a half a
block up the street. There were no pedestrians, and the traffic was light,
but steady. I was breathing rapidly — partly from excitement, and not a
little from apprehension. I felt alone standing there.
I soon noticed the same red Firebird pass me, twice, and then for the
third time. On the fourth time, he stopped and leaned over the passenger
seat, “Hey, sexy lady! Looking for a ride somewhere?”
I stepped over to the car and bent over at the waist, giving the
driver a full view of my almost-naked tits, “Maybe. Where you headed?”
He had to pull his tongue back in, before he could answer. We chatted
a little, and I promised him I’d be around later, but was waiting for a
particular somebody at the moment. He waved and drove off.
After going through the same routine with 2 more drivers, Tim coasted
to a stop beside me.
“Want to party?”
I was glad it was him. My fear had gone away and the excitement had
taken over as the night went on. I gave him the same tit-shot I had given
the rest of the guys. “Maybe. Are you a party-er?”
He smiled at me, “I’m a very generous party-er.”
“How generous?” I asked.
“Well, if you’ll speak a little French — fifty.”
I opened the car door and got in, “French is my favorite language.”
Tim drove to a nearby city park and stopped the car on one of the
lanes. He pushed his seat back and opened his zipper.
I held my hand out — palm up, and he handed me a fifty. I folded it
and opened my purse. I dropped the money in and took out a condom I had
put in there before we left home. Tim raised an eyebrow.
“A girl can’t take chances out here,” I said, matter of factly. He
nodded and I wrapped his hard, little rascal in the rubber. He watched as
I popped the wad of chewing gum out of my mouth, and stored it in my
cleavage. I lowered my mouth down on his sheathed erection and had barely
gotten the rubber wet before Tim tensed in his seat and began filling the
condom with his cum. I could tell he had really gotten off on the whole
scene.
Still in character, I carefully removed the condom and tied it in a
neat knot and tossed it out the window. I smiled a lipstick-smeared smile
at him. “You were really hot. I enjoyed that. Now, could you take me
back to my corner?”
Just then, a police car’s blue flashing lights lit up the back window.

Caught!
I could tell from Tim’s posture, that he was as nervous as I was. Two
officers got out and one stepped up to the driver’s window and shined his
flashlight in at us. Fortunately, Timmy had already zipped up.
“What’s wrong, Officer?”
“Don’t play dumb. I hate it when people play dumb. What were you
doing here, discussing the savings and loan crisis?”
“Officer, my wife and I were…”
The cop roared out a huge laugh and looked in the window, again. His
light was shining on my bare thighs, above my stockings. I was afraid my
crotchless panties were showing him everything!
“Your WIFE??!! Yo, JD, he says this `lady’ is his wife!!!”
At their request, we got out of the car and produced enough ID to
prove that we were married and the cop did a cursory check in the car. The
other cop approached and walked around my side of the car. The freshly-
filled condom was revealed to his light and he nudged it with his shoe. He
stooped down to my eyelevel, and looked right into my eyes, “Do you prefer
the dry, ribbed or lubed, Honey?”
I looked right back at him and smiled, “Well, the lubed make a long
night a little easier, once you get used to the taste.”
I was standing with my back to Tim and the other policeman, and the
one standing in front of me, casually reached into my cleavage and
retrieved my chewing gum.
I smiled and lowered my mouth over his fingers, flicking the gum into
my mouth with my tongue. “Thanks, Officer, I thought I lost it.”
He licked his fingers slowly, and stared at my cleavage. “You know,
Miss, these streets can be dangerous. You never know who you’re gonna
meet. You should stick to indoors. If you’re new to town, there’s places
like `The Raven Pub’ in the Poe Hotel. You’re a little, uh, flashy for the
nice bars, but `The Raven’s’ seen your type there.”
“Gee, thanks for the career advice, Officer!” I smiled my widest smile
up at him. His nameplate read: J.D. MURPHY.
They finally decided to let us go, after everything checked out.
Officer J.D. Murphy smiled and said, “I’ll be looking for you, Miss Lube-
Tube. You can bet I’ll be keeping an eye out for you and your pimp-
husband.”
Being accosted by the policemen had rattled Timmy, but the action had
only taken me to another level in excitement. As Tim sped us home, I
inserted three fingers through the opening in my panties and deep into my
sopping wet pussy. I began a moaning, total orgasm after only a few flicks
of my thumb across my erect clit.
At home, Tim tried valiantly, but the policemen had taken the wind out
of his sails, and the starch out of his cock. He could only watch as I
pleasured myself with my vibrator, pushing it through my panties and up
inside of me. I fell asleep exhausted and with the vibrator still in my
hand.

Over the next few days, Tim regained his old enthusiasm, and at my
urging, we discussed other scenarios. My passion obviously increased as
the situation became more and more realistic; and, there definitely was a
little kink running around inside my brain that took me into uninhibited,
orgasmic pleasure — the more I behaved and was believed to be a whore, the
more intense the pleasure.
Talking about the various types of hookers, from the high-priced
callgirl to the cheapest streetwalker, we began to investigate alternatives
to what we had already tried.
The weekly, local, free paper was a good source of information,
judging by their “Personals” in the back of the paper. They advertised
everything from “escorts” to “strip-o-grams” to “trained masseuse” to,
simply, “young WF, seeking GENEROUS man for fun w/o commitment.” Another
avenue of investigation were the “date-line, `976-’” numbers.
Tim asked me which one I wanted to try, and I smiled and told him “all
of them!”

Unfortunately, before we had a chance to live out any more of my
fantasies, Tim was selected to go on a West Coast tour with one of the
company Directors. The trip would be part fact-finding and part pep rally,
and Tim and I were both excited about what his being chosen would mean for
his career. On the downside, was the fact that Timmy would be away three
weeks. When I dropped him at the airport on Sunday, we knew we wouldn’t
see each other, again, until the third Saturday — by far, the longest we
had been separated since we had met.
By the second week, I was really missing the fun Timmy and I had been
having over the last several months. A few quick phonecalls during the day
sure wasn’t the same as having Tim there. Several nights, I even dressed
in parts of my costumes and played with my vibrator, but I missed my “John”
too much for it to be fun.
Finally, on the second Wednesday night, I put on my make-up a little
heavy, dressed in a tight denim skirt, red high heels and blouse and
stockings and went for a ride. I drove to a mall, but didn’t have the
nerve to get out of the car in such a suburban setting. So, I put the car
in gear and headed downtown. It was a warm night and I drove around the
Inner Harbor, looking at all the tourists. Feeling bored and lonely, I
decided to call it a night.
On the way home, I was stopped at a light and realized I was looking
right at the Poe Hotel! This was the place Officer Murphy told me the
hookers worked! On impulse, I pulled over to the curb and sat across the
street from the entrance. All types of people were going in and coming
out, dressed from jeans and t-shirts to three-piece suits and evening
dresses.
Not quite sure about what I wanted to do, I drove around the block and
found a parking place. I checked my make-up in the mirror and got out of
the car.
The entrance to the “Raven Pub” was off the lobby and I could hear the
music and talking and glasses clinking before I pulled open the door.

At Christmas, when I was up for only a day, I managed to go over
to Shawn’s place just to say hello. There he was, on the floor
watching his brother play a video game. I stuck my toe playfully
between the cheeks of his backside and gave him a nudge and a
cheery, “Hi pal…how’ya been?” He turned and grinned and told
me fine. I couldn’t believe his adorable smile. His eyes lit up
as he turned and saw me. Shawn’s hair was longer and he sported
a single earring. We chatted about pretty much nothing but I was
so anxious to put my hands on him, I finally cradled his cheek in
one had while pretending to examine his earring. Holding his
face in my hands was the only touch I had of him last Christmas.
“That’s pretty rock and roll for a farm kid,” I offered, as I
made sure my touch was more of a carress. He lingered and let me
hold him as long as I dared in the room where his older brother
was also watch.

“Yeah, a regular faggot,” his twenty year old brother snorted. I
saw the instant hurt in Shawn’s face. He was embarrassed that
his brother had said such a thing in front of me. I spent days
wondering what that meant…whether he was calling Shawn a faggot
because of the earring or because of something else that had
happend recently. But for the moment, I just winked at him and
sqeezed his cheek lovingly. There would be another time we could
talk about THAT.

Just an hour before I had to end my Christmas, I happened to be
over at his house to say goodbye. He was on the couch, dressed
in a pair of bib overalls and a flannel shirt. All that I
touched of him was his bare feet. We wrestled momentarily and he
stuck a foot up to my face. It was just reaction. I grabbed his
foot as he poked me with it. And I ran my tongue across the
underside of his toes. He seemed abit surprised at that.

“You taste pretty good, lad. I’ll have to remember that!”

He looked away momentarily but he smiled. I just laughed,
reached down and slapped his jeans on the backside.

“Well, I gotta go. Maybe I’ll be around this summer to see ya.”
And with that, I left to make my goodbyes to my uncle and aunt
before I hit the road.

-0-

When the first summer day of my farm vacation started, it wasn’t
an hour before Shawn had spied my car in my uncle’s driveway. He
was over. He just hung by the back door waiting for an
invitation inside. I didn’t hesitate for I had come to the
country to see Shawn as much as I’d come to see my uncle.

“Hi bud,” I said, “good to see ya. Come on in.” I gave him a
one-armed hug, one of those older brotherly kind of hugs that
most people don’t pay much attention to. He was in the house in
a flash and while my uncle and aunt found him obnoxious, they let
it go because they knew we were sort of buddies. They certainly
didn’t know how close we were and how close I’d like to become
with him. He spent the early evening sometimes with me and
sometimes at home.

After a good family dinner and a talk, the evening grew late by
farmers’s standards. It was pushing eight o’clock. I knew my
uncle and aunt would be going to bed soon for they were always up
by four. They knew I was a night owl and they weren’t surprised
when I said I was going to go across the street to visit with the
neighbors for awhile. I practically ran across the road but I
slowed down and got into my “neighborly” attitude when I knocked
on their rickety back porch door.

Shawn’s dad answered the door. We had me afew times and we
exchanged pleasantries. He invited me on in to the living room
of their modest (and rather trashy) house. It was your typical
poor farmhouse. The only thing less than twenty years old was a
Sony TV, two VCR’s and a Nintendo.

“We’re just getting ready to turn in but you’re welcome to stick
around and watch a movie with the boys,” he said. I didn’t need
a second invitation. Shawn and his ten year old brother were
sprawled on the floor watching Top Gun for what had to have been
the hundredth time. After all, they had five hundred videotapes
for rent out in the garage. I made myself at home on the old
couch, adjusting my shorts downward so as to prevent the crowding
that was coming as my dick grew in anticipation.

“Great movie!” I said, thinking it was mosty great because it had
just started. And lets face it, Tom Cruise never looked better.

“You boys, get ready for bed…you can watch the movie but I want
your faces and hands washed and you in your PJ’s. Do it NOW!”
Their dad had a commanding way about him. He wasnt hard, but he
was firm and the boys hustled upstairs obediently, racing so as
not to miss the entire first fighter scene.

“That’s pretty good,” I said to their dad, as I glanced up,
approvingly that they had jumped to his command.

“They mind. Well, you enjoy yourself. Maybe tomorrow I can get
you to buy off some of this inventory from me.” He had been
wanting to sell of his tapes because most of the farmers in the
area had already seen most of them. We said our good nights and
he went on upstairs. In the next couple of minutes, excitement
built in my loins as I anticipated being almost alone with Shawn.
I tugged at my terrycloth shorts again, stretching them to make
much more room. They were short and loose and as I tugged, I
felt the bare hardness of my growing penis.

Shawn flew down the stairs wearing a long shirt of his dads. No
long pants. I could see his slender, hairless boylegs and the
length of his shirt hiding what I had longed to see. He went
directly into the kitchen and brought out a bag of potato chips.

“These’ll be good,” he said as he settled back down on
the floor. He put the bag of chips between us.

“I remember last winter…YOU tasted pretty good too.” I looked
directly at him to see if he remembered what I was talking about.
He grinned and looked away, sort of rolling his eyes as if to say
“Oh yeah, THAT!”

I grabbed the bag of chips and put them on the couch and enticed
him as if to indicate that if he wanted any of those chips, he
was going to have to share them up here with me.

“Aw come on up here and keep me company,” Shawn hopped up on the
couch, his back up against the armrest and his legs drawn up,
almost touching my leg as I sat near the other end of the couch.
His brother Jason stumbled down the stairs and took his place
directly in front of the TV. I knew he would be occupied as I
hoped to be with his brother.

We sat for awhile watching. Shawn slid down on the couch and his
bare feet were up against my leg. Boy seduction is a specialty
of mine and I know just how it’s done. I put the bag of chips
between his legs and he spread himself to make room for them.
Now I could see the crotch of his underpants and I stared them as
often as I dared. I was hoping he would notice. For a shrimpy,
skinny twelve year old, he filled out those briefs pretty well.
I noticed they fit rather loosely and I could almost see his
balls where the leghole was separated from his skin. It was hard
not to stare. After we munched awhile and shared a Pepsi, I put
them on the floor.

“It’s a little cool tonight,” I mused as I grabbed a nearby quilt
and placed it over us. In doing so, I put his bare legs on my
lap, slid alittle closer to him so his thighs and knees were
resting across my own thighs. I covered him and myself so we
shared the blanket. It left my hands under the covers and
resting on him. We kept watching the movie and all the while, I
stroked the inside of his calf with one hand and the top and
slightly to the inside of one of his thighs with the other.
Shawn was enjoying the attention; I could tell it when I glanced
at him and saw his satisfaction.

By this time, I had a raging hard on and I could hardly control
myself. I moved my left hand to the inside of his thigh and
rested it there. To my surprise, he spread his legs alittle,
giving me more access to his innner leg. And he moved his leg so
it was pressing against my own excitement. He knew. I could
feel my own wetness and my dick was pressing against his soft
leg. I adjusted his leg so it pressed even more intensely on my
erection and he slid it back and forth just alittle, which
brought me to exhale deeply and look at him. Shawn was staring
right at my face and he smiled a naughty little smile. What an
incredible face has. Broad lips, boyish grin, turned up nose and
curly long brown locks. His hair was very long and it curled
below the nape of his neck. It was all I could do to keep
myself from reaching down and kissing him on the mouth. Instead,
I slid my hand from his thigh to his groin and I brushed my
fingers across the top of his underpants. He was hard as a rock
and looking right into my eyes.

I whispered to him. “Hey, you have what I have.” I squeezed his
dick and the muscles in his legs convulsed with pleasure. While
Jason sat in front of the TV watching practice flights over the
California mountains, I slid my hand under the stretched legbands
of Shawns underpants. There was little or no elacticity for
Shawn was one of those lads who peed by pulling a legband to the
side. All winter, I’d dreamed of putting my hand on Shawn’s
boyhood and here it was at hand, firmly in my hand. For only
18, his dick had to have been at least four inches long. And
thicker than I expected for such a diminuitive lad. I ran my
thumb over the turgid head and felt a slight wetness. There
wasnt much there. But I slipped his dick outside his shorts and
gethered what moisture was on the end of it. And I pulled my
hand out and licked my thumb, gazing directly into his eyes.

Shawn looked at me in wonder but he smiled. I put my hand back
under the quilt and onto his member. He slid down further,
pressing his bottom against my leg. That made it easier for me
to hold him but he had other things in mind. Now his own hand
was close enough to my dick that he was able to sqeeze it through
my shorts. I reached over and released my hardness from its
shorts and my dick stuck straight towards him. Neither of us
could see what we were doing under the blanket but we held and
sqeezed each other’s dicks. As I would squeeze his, he would
squeeze mine. As I would rub his up and down, he would rub mine
similarly. As I would roll my thumb across the head of his dick,
he would do the same to mine. I knew I was drooling all over
his hand for his fingers were slippery.

“You better quit that,” he whispered and I nodded and rolled my
eyes and smiled, saying, “Really!”

“Jason,” Shawn called. “Go to bed…you’re half asleep!”
“No I’m not,” the ten year old insisted.
“Yes you are…go on upstairs. I’m not dragging you to bed
again.” With that, Jason got up and dragged his own self out of
the room and up the creaky stairway.

I knew that we were finally alone and no one would surprise us.
Any movement in THIS old house and you can hear it. After he was
gone, I turned back to Shawn.

“Okay…now I’m gonna get you off,” I said as I leaned up and put
myself between his legs. “I’m dying to find out how sweet you
taste.” I gave Shawn no time to think about it. As I removed
the quilt from his lap, I saw his firm dick. His head was
reddish and perfectly formed. Sticking straight up. I uncovered
his privates completely by sliding the stretched leg elastic to
the opposite side of his scrotum. It revealed a twinge of curly
brownish hair…only a whisp around his otherwise hairless
midsection. With a featherlight touch, I grazed his gonads and
ran my nail ever so lightly on up to the end of his dick. He
flenched and his dick bounced firmly up to meet my finger. I
reached my fingers around and gave it a firm squeeze. The skin
stretched as it swelled to its maximum firmness. Finally I
lowered my grasp to hold Shawn’s organ at its base and reached
down and took the head of his boy organ into my mouth, getting it
wet and putting biting pressure with my lips. He was rock hard
and sticking straight up. Finally I tasted him with my tongue
and it was everything I had hoped for. I wet his penis, took my
mouth off of it and rubbed its wetness across the outside of my
mouth, across my cheeks and across my nose. Ah, the smell of it
and the feel of it on my face. I kissed it then took all of him
into my mouth and moved up and down on him, licking and sucking.
Within thirty seconds, his thighs tightened and I felt his whole
pelvis shudder as he spurted his boyload into my mouth. I
withdrew him, all but the head so that I could feel his semen
flow from the end of his dick onto my tongue and I tasted the
saltiness of this tiny mandick’s treasure. Shawn was giving me
all he had. I swallowed his love cum and sucked his dick until
he had no more. There is nothing like boycum. And nothing like
the taste and smell of puberty.

Where he had leaned back and tensed his body, he relaxed as if he
were dead of exhaustion. I looked up at him as I took his
boyhood from my mouth and kissed it and rubbed again around my
mouth and face.

“Oh wow. That’s the first time it ever felt THAT good!” Shawn
closed his eyes and opened his mouth as he lay on the couch,
totally spent. I leaned forward and kissed his lips. He closed
them only slightly and remained totally relaxed so I could kiss
him and lick his beautiful mouth. I held his cheeks in my hands
and kissed all over his boyface.

“You are so sweet, Shawn.” I just held him, kissed him, and
stroked his curly hair. “You’re just delicious. I want to lick
you all over.”

He just lay there but whispered, “After that, you can do whatever
you want.”

“I havent had enough of you yet, boy.” I whispered back.

With that, I reached down and slipped his underpants off of him.
His dick was still swollen but no longer hard. Shawn was small
for his age so I easily lifted his legs upwards. I ran my hands
under his oversized shirt from his hips up his sides and across
to his shoulders and back down his chest. I carressed his flat,
hairless chest, down across his belly and ran my hands to the
outside, taking his boy bottom in my hands. The cheeks of his
fanny were warm to the touch and babysoft. I spread them to
reveal the innner place of his rear end.

“I’m going to lick you everywhere,” I whispered, as i lifted his
pelvis up. His soft legs were over my head and resting on my
shoulders and back. In doing so, his cheeks were spread so I
could see every pubescent part of him. I bent down and licked
the length of his dick. In short strokes, I lowered my tasting
to his boysack and licked his balls all around, lingered at their
base, just and inch from his hairless ass. As I ran my toungue
around the edges, I knew he was enjoying the sensation for his
ballsac witdrew and became rough and firm. And I licked further
down; my tougue sampling the ridge of rough skin between his
balls and his bumhole. I knew he was enjoying the warm wetness
of my tongue in a place he had never felt a mouth’s sensation.

And then I moved to the reddish flower that was his most private
place. All over the crack of his little bottom, I gave him a
tonguing that thought about the similarity between the lips of
his bottom and the lips of his mouth. It caused me to suddenly
explode in my own lap. I could hardly concentrate on the washing
I was giving him, my orgasm was so intense. My whole body
shuddered in a climax caused with no stimulation except for the
feeling of my tongue and my mouth on his perfect little fanny.

I hardly noticed that Shawn’s dick had grown to its former size
and was invitingly sticking straight towards his bellybutton.
When the rush of my own cumming subsided, I could see that he
wanted more. So I moved back to give my attention to his boyrod.
This time he would not be so quick to reach his climax.

As Shawn lay on his back with his eyes closed, I told him to just
stay relaxed and enjoy the feelings I was giving him. His legs
remained up around my neck. I reached to my thigh, dipped my
index finger in my own spent orgasm and wet his anus with it.
And then I continued gently sucking, licking and prodding his
penis as I fingered his rectum. My finger did not go in easily
except for the fluid which made it easier. I only entered with
the tip of my finger for I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.
I just played with his asshole, fingering in and out and around.
I concentrated most of my attention is his firm dick and I felt
his excitement build to a peak that spent once again in my mouth.
He came less this time but I enjoyed it nonetheless as I watched
his stomach muscles tighten and felt the muscles in his groin
spasm a half dozen times to feed me what of his boyjuices
remained in him.

“That was two good ones for me,” he sighed. And then he got up
and pushed me backwards so this time it was ME who was laying on
my back. “Lets have a look at this,” he said as he uncovered me
to return my favors.

Shawn was surprised to see that I had already cum. “When did
THAT happen?”

“When I was licking your buns, pal. You made me cum in my
pants,” I said softly, as I watched him clean me up with his
wadded up underpants.

He grinned. “Yeah, that was different. You can do that to me
again if you like it so much.”

“Count on it, Shawn. I’ll be here for a week.” We leaned up and
watched the credits to the movie we’d missed. As the tape
started to rewind, I kissed my loveboy on the mouth again, got up
and said “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Here is my method: First, I lie on my back on the bed,
usually with my ass at the bottom edge of the bed so that my
head is just about in the center of the bed. Next, I lift my
legs up and above my head so that my feet are resting fairly
high on the wall behind me and my cock is positioned above my
head several inches away. This much is easy, and any
reasonably flexible person should be able to replicate it.
Next comes the hard part. I slowly walk my legs down the
wall, inching my cock closer to my mouth. This puts a
considerable strain on the lower back and on the neck, and I
recommend caution, but the reward is well worth the effort.
Eventually, I can reach my cock with my tongue. It is good
at this point to spend several minutes simply licking the
head of the cock, moistening it and letting it grow harder,
as well as allowing the back and neck to become used to the
awkward position.
After this period of foreplay (I suppose the term is
appropriate here), I move on to the real fun. I begin to
flex my knees, pushing my cock against my lips. I can almost
always get three to four inches in my mouth after a few
minutes, and on good nights I am able to deep throat myself
(this took several years of practice to accomplish: I don’t
recommend it as part of a first attempt). I can usually
manage to fuck myself in the mouth for five to ten minutes
before the lower back pain becomes unbearable, at which point
I speed up my thrusts and shoot my load into my throat.

—-
To summarize, let me emphasize that I do not
have a huge cock, I’m not incredibly thin, I’m not terribly young, and I’m
not in very good shape. The important thing is practice, practice, practice.

I asked her how she was this fine evening, she looked at me like I just
ruined a perfect thought. I thought to myself “What a stupid thing to
say”. She replied “I don’t know, you tell me”. I was not sure but I
thought I caught a glimmer of a smile.

Being a very cautious, I told her she looked wonderful to me. This
seemed to please her.

In the few minutes we had been talking she seemed to relax. I finally
looked at her whole form.

She was beautiful, her hair was auburn, shoulder length with waves. She
was wearing a pullover top and a short leather skirt. Her skin was
tanned but not dark. Even though I wanted to look at her with lust, her
eyes still were captivating me. She has a way of looking at you that
makes you want to melt.

She started to walk away and I suddenly broke from my trance. “Would
you like to go for a walk” I blurted out. She stopped, turned, shot me
a smile and said “I am already, but you can join me”.

We walked for an hour or so and talked about most everything, her name
was Sara, she was 24, and had just graduated from college. She was at
that awkward time between school and getting a job. She really did not
have a boyfriend but did have a few male friends.

While we talked I felt more and more at ease with her, but there was a
nagging feeling that she was controlling my moves and responses. She
said she was a little insecure about her weight but from what I saw it
was not warranted. I told her so, but my comment seemed to go unnoticed.

We decided that walking was thirsty work and proceeded into a local bar,
typical college town tavern, that was pretty crowded for a warm monday
evening. She ordered a wine cooler for her and asked me, I think, if I
wanted one also. I agreed and the waitress went for our drinks. Minutes
later we were enjoying our refreshment.

She finally asked my name, I told her Dave. She smiled and said it
slowly. I asked her why she said it strange and she changed the subject.
We talked about my life and after another wine cooler I felt VERY
relaxed and pretty turned on. During the conversation we had decided
that both of us liked to watch the door and positioned ourselves as
such. With her sitting next to me I could savor the aroma of her
perfume.

She looked at me and licked her lips, then asked me if I liked to have
fun. I was confused at first and asked what she meant. She said “DO YOU
like to enjoy yourself?”. I said yea, I suppose, why do you ask. “Oh,
just wondering,” she smiled. I thought to myself “This woman is strange,
but in a intriguing way”.

About three hours later we had exchanged phone numbers and agreed to
meet each other here, the next day at 7:00. I asked her if I could walk
her home, she said, ” No, I am a big girl”. With that she walked down
the sidewalk and I wondered if I would see her tomorrow.

The next day came around and I thought about her off and on. I got home
at 5:00 and started to get cleaned up when the phone rang. I answered
and Sara was on the other end. She asked if I was dressed yet and I
said that I was just getting ready. Her voice had a scolding tone to it
when she said I should hurry or I would be late. She told me that she
would pick me up at 6:45 instead of meeting me at the bar. I told her
that I could pick her up instead, she told me that was unacceptable and
not to be late.

At 6:45, exactly, a car pulled up and Sara called out for me to get in.
I saw she was wearing shorts and a tank top. I said hello and she gave
me a smile and her hand lightly brushed my thigh. My cock became
instantly erect. She looked at my lap and then at me and asked what
“that” was for. I looked down in embarrassment and she picked my chin up
and asked me again. I must have been red from ear to ear because she
just laughed and we drove to the bar.

When we entered the bar I noticed that her shorts were very short and
tight. They left little to the imagination and the rest was not hard to
make up. Her body moved very smoothly and I again began to get erect.
We sat down and positioned ourselves like the night before.

I felt her move her hand to the top of my thigh. She started to
stroke me through my jeans. I was sitting back and enjoying the
treatment when the waitress asked for our orders. Sara told her to come
back in a few minutes and then proceeded to unzip my jeans and stroke my
cock with slow, long motions. I was very excited and started to breath
heavy. She looked at me and laughed quietly. The waitress came back
and I thought that my fun would be postponed or stopped. Sara had other
ideas though, she told me to order for both of us. I said, in a shaky
voice, “Two wine coolers”. Sara continued her stroking and told me that
she did not want wine tonight. I was very close to cumming and asked
her what she would like. She said she would have a beer and I would
have water. Since I was in no position to argue I let it stand. She
continued her actions and I felt the tension build, I knew I would be
cumming in front of all these people and no one would know. This gave me
a perverse sense of pleasure. The waitress came back and I thought I
would cum while she was serving our order. Sara suddenly stopped what
she was doing, thanked the waitress and looked at me with a devious
grin. I zipped myself up, with some difficulty.

I looked at her and asked why she stopped. She said “Our order is here
silly, that is what we came here for isn’t it?”. I thought to myself
that I was being tormented with, at first I felt anger but I realized
how much pleasure I had got out of it. As I drank my water I thought
how strange this woman was.

About two hours later we ended up at Sara’s house. She told me to make
myself at home and went into her bedroom. Minutes later she came out in
a robe. We watched television for awhile and I decided to make a move.
I put my hand on her knee and slowly moved it up her thigh, at any
moment I expected to be stopped. I moved my hand to the top of her
panties. Her breathing became more rapid and shallow. I moved my hands
to her breasts and pinched her nipples lightly, she arched her back and
moaned. I moved her back onto the couch and pushed her robe aside. I
licked her neck very lightly and nibbled on her ear. She responded to
my passionate kiss with enthusiasm and sucked my tongue tenderly. I
took my shirt off and she ran her hands along my chest. Sara pulled me
close to her and ran her hands down my back. With a sudden motion she
flipped me on my back and she was now on top. She was a sight to
behold, sitting on top of me with her robe open. Her breasts heaving
with her breathing. Her nipples were erect and the look in her eyes was
pure lust. She look like a wild animal and I was the first meal she had
in years.

Sara ran her nails up and down my chest drawing little patterns in the
hair. She pinched my nipples lightly and I moaned, she seemed to like
this. Then she twisted them hard, the pain made me yelp. Sara smiled
and then laughed. She was in complete control and knew it, so did I.

Sara leaned down on me, the heat and pressure of her body felt
wonderful. She licked my ear and nibbled on it. Her hips were moving
slowly up and down on my jeans. Her pussy was making them wet. She
reached back and unzipped my jeans. She took my cock in her hand and
stroked it. Sara told me to close my eyes and waited til I had obeyed.
I felt her take off the rest of my clothes and and heard her drop her
robe.

I felt her touch my stomach and run her fingers down to my cock, I
wanted so badly to take control and fuck her right there but the
sensations she was generating were beyond anything I had experienced. I
felt her breath on my cock and pushed it upward only to find air. She
used her tongue to lick my inner thighs and stopping short of my
balls. This woman was driving me crazy with lust. She sighed and I
opened my eyes and saw her looking at me, strangely.

Sara moved up and kissed me lightly on the mouth and I returned it with
passion. I ran my hands up and down the middle of her back, she arched
it and I thought I heard her purr. Moving my hands up the inside of her
thighs I placed one hand on her panties. They were very wet and I
awkwardly helped her off with them.

I moved my finger around inside her pussy , clumsily, until she showed
me what she liked. I knew I had done well when she gasped and moaned
loudly. Sara took my cock and we stroked each other in unison, She
stopped just before I came and moved my hand from her pussy.

I looked at her thinking this was a repeat of the bar, I think she knew
what was going on in my mind because she looked at me and smiled. She
took my cock in her hand and helped me deep inside her. The warmth and
sensation was delicious, I had to hold back from cumming inside her.

Sara and I moved in unison, I felt the pressure from my long awaited
orgasm. I tried to hold back but came for what seemed like minutes. I
felt guilty but Sara smiled and leaned back on one arm. She rubbed her
fingers over her hot clit and masturbated herself to orgasm looking at
me all the time. I could feel her pussy contract around my semi-rigid
cock and I smiled.

Sara and I lay in each others arms for hours listening to the rain that
had started while we were making love. She told me that she had to work
in the morning and it was late. I asked if I could stay the night and
she told me that it was too soon for that. Sara is a very hard woman to
get to know but we will see each other again.

As soon as I was hired I was put in charge of the implementation of a
major accounting system with deadlines like tomorrow which meant plenty
of overtime and lots of problems. In addition management was overseeing
all aspects of the project with a microscope. One day while going to
corporate headquarters with Mary I noticed her deeply slit skirt had
opened up while she was driving and exposed her legs to her upper thigh.
I was delighted by the site of her creamy thighs and was quick to notice
she wore a garter belt and nylons rather than the conventional pantyhose
worn by most business women. As we drove along her skirt opened more
and more reveling her legs further and further. I could not resist the
temptation to stare and eventually Mary caught me ogling her great legs.
Looking directly at me Mary asked how she measured up, Stammering a bit
I replied great from where I was sitting, Mary smiled but made no
attempt to cover herself. By the time we had reached our destination I
had developed quit a hard-on which as I am fairly well endowed was very
visible as we walked across the crowed parking area. I could tell Mary
had checked me out and was at least comfortable with my excitement
because she made no effort to rebuke me for my voyeuristic enjoyment.

The meeting went well and Mary complemented me for my hard work and
skill full handling of the interminable questions which arose during the
meeting. I was a bit nervous about the drive back and the meeting was
the last thing on my mind. When we reached the car Mary handed me the
keys and asked me to drive as we left the parking lot Mary was adjusting
her position so she could face me and began to discuss the meeting, as
there was lots of traffic and I was driving a strange car I did not look
at Mary as she spoke. Once I was out on the highway I turned to answer
her and saw that she was sitting half facing me with her left leg tucked
under her right leg. Her dress was wide open and Mary wasn’t wearing
any panties. I almost lost it as I gazed at her bushy cunt which was
opened slightly showing her deep pink cunt lips and the hint of her
erect clit. Moving my gaze up I could see her erect nipples outlined in
her white silk blouse and finally a look of lust as her eyes met mine in
a long stare. Not wanting to seem upset I remarked that she was very
attractive and that we should go to more meetings together. Mary asked
me if I had a problem with what she was doing and if it bothered me to
see her like this being as she was my boss. I told Mary outside of
giving me a raging hard-on I didn’t have any discomfort in looking at
naked willing women boss or no boss. I continued saying that I didn’t
want any special treatment at work but would like to continue seeing her
on a private basis.

As we chatted I found out Mary had three children like myself and was
divorced and lonely. By the time we had reached our destination Mary
had cum twice once by her own hand and once by mine. As we were getting
back very late it was dark when we pulled into the company parking lot
and Mary asked me to sit a while with her. Moving my hand to her breast
Mary pulled up her blouse and undid her bra as I fondled her full tits
and pulled at her hard erect nipples. Working her hand to my cock Mary
undid my pants and puled out my stiff prick. Mary was very pleased at
my thick 10″ dick and moved over taking the entire length down her hot
throat. Mary sucked my cock as I fondled her full swollen tits and
rammed my fingers up her sopping pussy finally I could not hold out any
longer and began to shoot my load deep into her throat filling her mouth
and throat with my sperm. Mary really loved it swallowing my entire
load deep in her throat. Not withdrawing Mary continued to suck my cock
while guiding my hand further between her legs and forcing two of my
fingers up her hot slippery anus. Mary reached her third climax as she
was drinking my sperm for the second time while I was wantonly pumping
my fingers up her slippery slit and asshole. Resting a minute Mary
suggested we needed to go home but asked me to come to her house on
Saturday to get better acquainted. I quickly agreed we needed to meet
on a more private basis and told her I would be there Saturday.

As Saturday approached I grew more and more excited at the prospect of
screwing Mary and by the time I was knocking at her door I already had a
raging erection. To my surprise I was greeted not by Mary but by her 18
year old daughter who put Mary to shame as far as desirability was
concerned. To my further amazement Nancy, Mary’s daughter was dressed
in a short white silk nightgown which showed off her full ripe tits and
firm nipples and barely covered her slim hips. Nancy asked me in and
lead me thru the house to the kitchen where Mary was. During journey I
could not take my eyes off Nancy’s slim smooth legs and fantastic tits.
As I entered the room Mary came to me and put her arm around my waist
and gave me a kiss forcing her tongue into my mouth. A little surprized
I just stood there as her daughter looked me over. To my amazement
Nancy joined us and gave me a kiss followed by kissing her mother while
she placed her hand on my now rock hard cock. Nancy pulled back and
complement her mother on finding a good stud as she bent down to unzip
my pants. As Nancy pulled out my 10″ cock and proceeded to give me head
as she pushed her hand up under Mary’s skirt and began to finger her
mothers cunt. Not wanting to be a wet blanket I opened Mary’s blouse
and began to suck her tits and her stiff pink nipples. The combination
of events had me totally stimulated and I began to shoot a massive load
of sperm in Nancy’s mouth and throat. Nancy gulped down my first two
spurts and then signaled her mother who bend down never letting her
daughters fingers slip from her pussy and forced my cock deep into her
throat milking the rest of my load from my straining prick. After I had
been totally drained by Mary she and Nancy kissed smearing my load on
their faces. Quickly understanding the situation I asked Mary if we
three were alone and if we could move to somewhere I could fuck them
both. Mary replied that her son was away at college but her 16 year old
daughter Tracy was due back any minute and was planning to join us. I
though I had died and gone to heaven as we moved our party to Mary’s
bedroom.

The girls led the way as I followed close behind, going up the stairs I
noticed both Mary and Nancy had no panties on and both their pussies
were dripping wet. I moved quickly pushing two fingers up their cunts
as we ascended the stairs to Mary’s bedroom. Once inside I suggested
the girls let me strip each of them one by one and then they could gang
up on me. Both Mary and Nancy liked that idea and Mary asked me to
start with her daughter first and hoped her other daughter Traci would
be back before their turn to strip me. I had not put my cock back in my
pants and it was now standing at attention its full 10″ stiff as a board
waiting to fuck mother and daughters. Mary layed back on the bed as I
moved Nancy to the center of the room to strip her. Mary looked great
as she relaxed on the bed with her skirt hiked up and blouse open fully
exposing her pink cunt lips erect clit and nipples. Mary began to
stimulate herself by ramming two fingers into her cunt and squeezing her
right tit and pulling the erect nipple. I began with Nancy by kissing
her and fondling her full tits through the thin silk of her nightgown,
her erect nipples were stiff and hot even thru the material of the gown
and I moved one hand down to caress her firm ass and bushy cunt.
Reaching down I grabbed the hem of her gown and slowly raised it above
her head exposing her slim voluptuous figure. She was beautiful and I
quickly took her firm tit in my mouth circling her stiff nipple with my
tongue as I ran my hand down her lith torso to her flat belly. Nancy
reached down and took my throbbing cock in her hand as I slowly pushed
two fingers up her juicy cunt and began to bite and suck her stiff
nipples as I rubbed her erect clit with my thumb and probed her tight
slit with my fingers. I felt her shake as her first orgasm hit her and
I move down her belly kissing and tonguing as I descended to her sweet
slit. Nancy began to squeeze her own breasts and pull her erect nipples
as I spread her pink cunt lips exposing her hardened clit to my tongue.
Finally I buried my mouth in her sweet cunt and began to lick and suck
her clit as I rammed my fingers up her cunt and inserted a finger into
her throbbing anus. This was too much for her and Nancy began to come
again flooding my face with her sweet juices. This was all Nancy could
take and she began to collapse in my arms. Moving her to the bed Mary
helped me lay her naked daughter next to her and began to fondle her
daughter moving down to tongue Nancy’s slippery snatch.

I started to move Mary off the bed to strip her but she stopped me and
asked me to do Traci next, looking to the doorway behind me I saw a tall
slim brunette leaning against the door, she had obviously come in while
I had my mouth buried in Nancy’s cunt. She was a bit plainer than Nancy
but had a great figure for a 16 year old and was watching her mother
lick her sisters cunt. Traci was already hot and had raised her short
skirt pulled back the crotch of her panties and was rubbing her clit and
fingering her pussy with one hand while the other was stuffed up under
her sweater massaging her tits. Moving to her side I pulled her fingers
out of her sopping cunt and licked her juices from them placing her wet
hand around my cock. Traci moaned and pulled my hard dick as I kissed
her and began to fondle her tits. Pulling her to the center of the room
I removed her sweater exposing her firm young tits held only by a thin
silk bra. Traci’s nipples were hard as a rock and she moaned as I
pulled at them thru her bra. I reached behind her and undid her skirt
letting it slip to the ground as I rubbed her pantied twat. Traci move
in closer and began to rub the head of my cock against the soft smooth
flesh of her inner thigh as I removed her bra and cupped her firm tits
bring my mouth to her right nipple. I sucked and bit her stiff pink
nipples then moved down between the tits along her flat belly until my
tongue reached the tops of her panties. Reaching behind her I grabbed
her firm ass cheeks and pulled her tight into my face, reaching up I
slowly pulled her panties down exposing her moist pussy and pulled them
and her skirt from around her legs. Licking my way back up her inner
thighs I spread her legs opened her cunt lips and began to lick and suck
her sweet clit. Traci began to buck against my mouth now and I slowly
pushed my finger up her tight cunt as I continued to suck and lick her
erect pink clit. Looking up I could see her massaging her firm young
tits and pulling at her erect nipples, sensing she was near orgasm I
remove my now well lubed finger and pushed it up her anus as I forced
two more fingers up her cunt. This did it and Traci began to twitch and
moan out her pleasure in a powerful orgasm. Traci like her sister was
unable to stand after her climax and I brought her over to the bed where
Nancy and her mother were sitting as they probed each others swollen
cunts and watched the show. Both Mary and Nancy rubbed and licked Traci
until she had regained some measure of reality ending their work with
both their mouths working Traci’s fragrant twat.

While they had been working on Traci I had pulled up Mary’s skirt and
had managed to force two fingers deeply up her sopping cunt as I rubbed
her clit with my thumb. This made Mary extremely hot and I pulled her
off the bed and began my last stripping. Making Mary face her daughters
I pulled off her now open blouse and cupped her tits and twisted her
nearly inch long erect nipples as Nancy and Traci looked on. I could
tell they were enjoying the show as they were lying back finger fucking
each others cunts and rubbing their own tits. Bringing my attention
back to Mary I undid her wrap skirt and pulled it off exposing her wet
cunt and pink pussy lips. Spreading her legs I pushed my stiff cock
between her wet vaginal lips until the head appeared in front and Mary
reached down pushing the head of my cock deeper into her cunt lips as I
dry humped her from behind. Moving around I began to suck and lick
Mary’s erect nipples as I forced two fingers up her throbbing cunt.
Descending Mary’s delicious frame I licked and sucked until I reached
her hot throbbing cunt and spreading her legs I began to suck and lick
her erect inflamed clit easing a finger up her tight cunt and anus.
Mary was climaxing now and she bucked her hips forcing my fingers deeper
into her cunt and asshole as she flooded my face with her juice.
Deciding Mary should rate some extra attention I bent her over so that
her hands were on the floor and spread her ass cheeks from behind
exposing her cunt and anus. Licking her puckered anus I began to tongue
fuck her asshole while I probed her cunt with three fingers stretching
her tight pussy open for her daughters to see. About two minutes of
this action had Mary cumming again and her slick juices poured out
covering my hand and wetting her legs. Helping Mary to the bed I placed
her between her daughters and told them to pleasure her. I watched as
both girls began to suck their mothers full breasts and tease her
nipples with their teeth as they each sank two fingers up her sopping
slit and rubbed her big clit between their thumbs. Mary still had some
life in her and responded by reaching between both her daughters legs
and pushing her fingers up their cunts and assholes as she massaged
their swollen clits with her thumbs. All three came in a torrent of
squeals and moans and sank back into the bed over-come with pleasure.

As we were resting the girls noticed I was still fully dressed and only
my cock was exposed and as yet had not been put to the test except for
in Nancy and Mary’s mouths. Mary got up and took me by the hand leading
me to the center of the room and began to remove my pants. Nancy and
Traci joined her and Nancy began removing my shirt and rubbing her firm
tits and stiff nipples into my chest while Traci stood behind me and
reached around grabbing my fully erect cock while pressing her young
firm tits into my back. Mary knelt down and started deep throating my
cock as Traci spread my ass cheeks and began to tongue my anus. Nancy
joined her mother and took both of my balls in her mouth setting up a
firm sucking action that drove me crazy. Between the site of the girls
going at me and the steady pressure of Traci’s finger entering my
asshole I could not hold off my climax any longer and began to shoot my
load deep in Mary’s throat. Mary took my first shot then pinched off
the flow of sperm until Nancy had my cock in her mouth then released the
pressure until I had given Nancy a taste of my cum. Traci begged for
some of my load and pushed her head between my legs taking my cock deep
into her throat and draining the rest of my sperm deep into her throat.

Drained by this encounter I moved to the bed and layed down with my
still erect cock standing proudly in the air. Mary motioned to her
daughters to join her on the bed and they surrounded me and began to
give me head again. As soon as my dick was fully erect again Mary and
Nancy helped Traci mount my raging cock. Nancy held her sisters pussy
open while her mother held my throbbing cock in position and Traci eased
herself down until my full 10″ was firmly imbedded up her tight cunt.
Mary helped Traci establish a smooth slow stroking action which caused
my cock to be repeatedly sheathed and unsheathed by her slippery hot
slit. Once Traci had the motion down and was on her way to a massive
orgasm Mary told Nancy to sit on my face so I could eat her pussy and
tongue fuck her hot hole. Moving to help Nancy her mother held open her
pink cunt as I began to slip my tongue up her sweet twat as I fingered
her hot anus and licked and sucked her protruding erect clit. Mary now
positioned herself between her daughters and began to tongue Traci’s
clit as Nancy probed her mothers cunt, anus and clit with her mouth and
fingers. About 5 minutes of this setup was all we could take and Nancy
started to climax first filling my mouth with her sweet pussy juice.
Traci was next and her orgasm was signaled by a loud scream that rang
thru the house. Mary the woman of the group came as I began to pump my
load up her younger daughters vise like cunt and flooded Nancy’s face
with her pungent pussy juice. I filled Traci’s cunt with my cream until
my sperm overflowed her tight twat and her mother licked up the
overflow.

To my delight my cock remained rock hard and once the girls noticed this
they were on me again. This time Mary and Traci helped Nancy to mount
my stiff prick with Mary again holding my dick in position while Traci
spread her sisters pink swollen cunt lips to receive my throbbing cock.
Nancy seemed a bit more experienced at fucking and as soon as she had
the head of my cock clamped between the slick hot walls of her cunt she
rammed herself down reaming her tight twat with my 10″ pole. I could
feel additional pressure on my straining cock and looking down saw that
Mary had forced two fingers up her daughter Nancy’s hot anus and was
massaging my cock thru Nancy’s anal wall. Mary removed her fingers from
Nancy’s asshole and proceeded to have Traci help her sit on my face.
Mary instructed her younger daughter to spread her cunt lips as Mary
lowered her pussy to my waiting mouth. Once I had my tongue firmly up
Mary’s hot twitching slit Mary had her daughter assume the position Mary
had taken earlier. What I hadn’t noticed was that Mary had gotten a
large rough vibrator and a slim anal probe and was intent on working
these toys up her daughters cunt and asshole. I watched intently as
Mary licked the remaining cum from her daughter Traci’s cunt and slowly
pushed the anal probe deeply into her daughters sopping cunt wetting it
with the remains of my sperm and Traci’s pussy juice. Mary then spread
Traci’s firm ass cheeks and slowly pushed the entire length up her
daughters anus bringing on moans of pleasure from Traci. Nancy in the
meantime had set up a steady pounding rhythm on my cock and was ramming
my thick rod up her tight cunt until the head of my dick rammed her
womb. Mary now turned on the vibrator and pushed it up Traci’s cunt
until only an inch of its 8″ length protruded from her swollen cunt
lips. Mary then started ramming the toys in and out of Traci’s hot
holes with a fast rhythmic beat. Nancy was in seventh heaven by now and
was oblivious to anything but my pounding cock and her sister Traci’s
hot tongue. With a fast flurry of strokes Nancy reached orgasm flooding
my cock and balls with he sticky juice. The taste of her sisters cum
and the insistent pounding of the anal probe and rampaging vibrator in
her cunt and asshole forced Traci over the edge and she came hard
flooding her mother’s face with her juice. Watching this was too much
for me and I began to fire my load up Nancy’s cunt as her powerful pussy
muscles milked the hot sperm from my cock and balls. Seeing me cum and
thrust my hips and cock further up her daughter Nancy’s twitching slit
brought on a massive orgasm for Mary and I moved quickly to further
intensify her pleasure by biting her clit as I forced two fingers up her
anus. Mary covered my face with her juices and I continued to suck and
bite her clit and ream her anus until the last vestige of our orgasms
had faded.

Nancy climbed off my now wilted cock and offered her cum stained cunt to
her mother and sister who sucked and licked her cummy snatch until they
had devoured most of my sperm and Nancy’s cunt juices. Watching this
display stirred new life into my fading cock and I suggested to Nancy
and Traci that they suck my cock so I could pump it up their mothers hot
twat. The both agreed this was only fair as they had enjoyed it so
much. Nancy and Traci took up positions on each side of me and began to
suck and lick my cock to a new erection. Their cunts and assholes were
delicious to watch as they worked their magic on my flagging erection
sucking my semi hard cock deep into their throats with each dip of their
heads. Mary was up to tricks and moved in on her daughters exposed
cunts with a vibrator in each hand and began to ream her daughters hot
cunts with the vibrators as she alternated between them licking and
tonguing their assholes. I was able to reach Mary’s cunt and ass and
started eating her pussy while I reamed her anus with the anal probe she
had worked Traci’s asshole with. Just as Nancy and Traci reached orgasm
Mary climaxed too and this brought me to full erection.

Traci was the first to notice my thick hard cock standing at full
erection and she told her mother to get ready for the fuck of a
lifetime. Nancy said “come over and sit on this hard cock I want to see
the whole 10″ ramming in and out of your tight pussy”. Responding to
her daughters ardent plea Mary rose up and position herself in a
squatting position directly over my stiff prick. Traci held open her
mothers swollen cunt lips exposing her slippery pink cunt hole as Nancy
forced two of her slim fingers deep into her mothers throbbing anus
while holding my pulsing dick in position to ram deep into Mary’s pussy.
Mary slowly move down on my big cock savoring the feeling of each inch
as it forced her cunt open and probed her hot tight pussy. Once Mary
had engulfed the entire length of my raging cock she set up a furious
pounding rhythm ramming me deep up her slit with each stroke. Nancy
pushed hard on my dick thru her mothers throbbing anus as she repeatedly
thrust her fingers deep up her mothers twitching asshole. Traci move
back over my face and reaching down spread her musky pink twat giving me
access to her wet pink hole and stiff swollen clit. I began to tongue
fuck that delicious 16 year old cunt as I eased two fingers up her well
lubricated anus. Nancy move in between Mary and Traci making her cunt
and asshole available to Traci while tonguing her mothers clit and
reaching around to finger fuck Mary’s asshole. Meanwhile Traci had
forced the vibrator and anal probe up her sisters well lubricated holes
and was licking and sucking her protruding erect clit. All the
attention took its toll on Mary and she began to climax hard and fast
flooding my cock and balls and Nancy’s mouth with her thick slippery
juice. Mary was like a woman possessed and she kept up her torrid pace
despite her orgasm pounding her stretched cunt onto my stiff cock. I
could tell Traci was close to climax and she shivered noticeably each
time I ran my tongue over her stiff pink clit. Nancy began to climax
and the taste of her cunt juice set Traci off to and I sucked hard on
Traci’s stiff clit until I felt her warm juices run down my face. Traci
was now gently lapping her sisters throbbing holes as Mary reached her
second climax clamping down on my cock with such force that I too began
to cum sending a torrent of sperm up Mary’s tight clutching cunt. Mary
fell back on the bed nearly incoherent as her daughters spread her legs
and sucked and licked her satisfied cunt licking out my load of sticky
white sperm. Seeing that my rod had again remained hard I moved up and
began to finger fuck Traci’s and Nancy’s cunts and dilated assholes with
my fingers keeping them worked up.

After a bit of rest Mary told me that there were three holes I had yet
to pleasure and turned to me offering me her hot asshole. I told her I
would try but I may not be able to do them all and suggested I start
with Traci. Moving Traci to a position on all fours in the middle of
the bed I instructed Mary to lie beneath her youngest daughter and to
eat and lick her pussy. I next brought Nancy around and had her hold my
cock to her sisters anus as I slowly pushed my 10″ inch by inch into
Traci’s twitching asshole. Once I was fully up Traci’s ass I had Nancy
take the vibrator and do the same to her mothers asshole while Traci
Licked and sucked her mothers cunt and clit. I began pounding my cock
in and out of Traci’s hot tight anus until Traci came with a rush
flooding her mothers face with her juice, after which I filled her tight
little asshole with a load of my sperm. After withdrawing my cock I
pushed Traci’s quivering ass down on Mary’s face letting her suck my
load of cum from her daughters asshole. Traci replaced her mother and
Nancy took the doggy position as I reamed Nancy’s anus with my stiff
prong bringing her to climax in short order and filling her little butt
with my cream. We repeated this scene with Mary in the doggy position
and Nancy below until I had successfully filled all the girls assholes
with my stiff cock and lubed their rears with my sperm.

We were all tired and totally fucked out and rested a while before I
showered and left a totally satisfied man. This relationship has
continued and I regularly get together with Mary and her daughters for
some all out sucking and fucking sessions. In addition both Nancy and
Traci have introduced me to some of their friends and Mary has
introduced me to a number of her friends who also like to get it on so
I’m always in demand.

We often convince ourselves of something even when it is not true
or accurate. This, in effect, is hypnosis. Each of us has varying
degrees of what is referred to as somnabulism. That is the depth
that we can go. A certain percentage of the population are som-
nambulists, or those able to go very deeply “asleep.” The rest of
us can approach some degree of hypnosis, whether it is through
the use of a hypnotist or by ourselves. Good indicators of our
potential measure of depth are how often we dream, whether or not
we walk in our sleep, talk in our sleep and the frequency with
which we put ourselves in some sort of a trance state when we are
driving and the like. A somnabulist can reach the deepest state
of trance and for them, anything is possible. This is evidenced
by some persons in various religious experiences who can attain
levels of pain reduction greater than that of anesthetics. Some
can walk on hot coals, others sleep on beds of nails and yet
others can reduce, almost stop their heartbeats or breathing. All
of these are examples of hypnosis. The possibilities are ab-
solutely endless.

You can see how effective such a technique might be in increasing
one’s sexual awareness and/or pleasure. Would you like to have
endless desire without fatigue? Wouldn’t it be great to increase
the number and intensity of climaxes? The number of sexual
partners can be endless. You can change the appearance of the one
you are with or create your own partner without the need of
having any real person around. With your mind you can experiment
with any desire or fantasy that you can invent.

If you would care to do a little experimenting on your own, I can
recommend renting one of a couple of video cassettes on the sub-
ject. I found several at Blockbuster Video at the corner of Rts.
7 & 224 in Boardman. I’m sure there are other Blockbusters in
other areas of our community. I found the cassette on Increased
Relaxation to be very indicative of what can be accomplished all
by yourself. The video is a combination of a very relaxing video
of a fireplace and other visual things coupled with the soft
relaxing voice of the narrator who gives direction and suggest-
ions for use during the tape and post-hypnotically. They also
make use of subliminal cuts in the presentation. Weird Huh?

I can also recommend that if the topic interests you, it would be
beneficial to get a few books at the public library on the topic
of hypnosis and autohypnosis. Try not to get anything too techni-
cal so it doesn’t become a bore. Many of the books available give
insight into many of the legitimate uses of hypnosis and indicate
what some of the truisms are so you don’t get scarred off by the
bull that you have heard over the years. Examples would be the
person that never woke up from a trance; the Svengali type who
would force people to do things they didn’t want to do; only dull
or stupid people can be hypnotized; etc. Most of these things are
bull.

Fortunately, my wife is a somnambulist and anything is possible
for her. I don’t share her ability, but I am attempting to train
myself to respond in an enhanced way. Much can be gained by prac-
tice. My wife, although never having the courage or specific in-
terest in a stranger to make it to bed with him, has had two
cocks in her at one time, one in each hand with two other men
licking her erect nipples. She has been fucked by many men and
women in her mind, and to her it is absolutely real and most ex-
citing. Because of our experimentation, I have been so excited
that I can’t put it into words. It has taken my breath away and
sent me in to convulsions of ecstasy. I have also taught her how
to put herself to “sleep” so she may go under and get off at
will. She doesn’t make nearly the use of it that I would, but she
has the ability and likely takes it for granted after these many
years. We can build mystery into any situation. Every day can and
often does become a fantasy.

The one thing that you don’t want to lose sight of, is the fact
that although she enjoys this new dimension, there is no replace-
ment for the real thing. She has indicated to me that she enjoys
these experiences, but she still prefers a real flesh and blood
cock in her hole. She’ll always love and demand lips on her
nipples and a tongue in her quim. These are, I believe, the foun-
dation for her mind to build on. Far be it from me to remove
someone’s foundation.

Finally slipping away from the boisterous crowd an hour later, Melisa
walked over to the far end of the patio behind The Landing. The view was
incredible. It was a clear and cloudless night with a huge, bright full
moon hanging in the sky. Like the largest light bulb ever created, the
moonbeams sparkled off the water of the lake below, bathing the
surrounding forest and patio in a soft white glow. When she reached the
railing, Melisa noticed the shadow of someone off to the side, but she
was too horny to concern herself with one of her husband’s drunk
friends.
Slowly turning around, she tilted her head back, and parted her lips
for a kiss. His hands immediately went to her breasts as he bent down to
kiss her. Melisa felt him groping around at the top of her expensive
dress, almost ripping it, as he tried to get his hands inside. He
finally pushed her dress from her shoulders and pulled it down. His
touch felt like fire when his fingertips finally dipped inside the lace
cups of her bra. Melisa could feel his urgency, his desire, and she was
happy that it matched hers. She heard a slight tear, then a loud rip. In
his lustful state he had torn her bra apart. The round curves and
softness of her large breasts were now totally exposed to the night air.
Melisa didn’t care that he had ripped her bra. She had waited three long
hours for this, and a torn piece of clothing wasn’t going to dampen her
excitement.
He pinched her already hardened nipples while his lips continued to
crush and smother hers in a sloppy kiss. Melisa moaned her hunger into
his open mouth. He dropped his hands and seized the undulating cheeks of
her firm ass. Because he was 6′ 4″ and she was only 5′ 5″, even with 3″
heels on, their embrace didn’t last long. Already Melisa’s neck was
getting sore from leaning back at such an awkward angle. Breaking their
kiss, she pressed her hands against his chest, and stepped back a bit.
Simon’s heart almost stopped beating when his wife reached out to open
his jeans. With lust in her eyes, Melisa quickly undid his pants, and
pushed them and his underwear down to his ankles. Dropping to her knees
in front of him, Simon held his breath as Melisa teasingly licked and
kissed her way slowly up his thighs. He gritted his teeth when her lips
parted, and she encircled the crown of his dick with them. Simon though
his head would explode when his wife’s mouth began to suck and swallow
his now completely hard shaft. Her saliva was making his dick glisten
like the lake below them. In the two years they had known each other,
Melisa had never sucked him off before. Simon was too stunned by the
sight of her luscious, red lips sliding up and down his thick rod to say
anything to her now. While she gently fondled his testicles with her
right hand, his wife reached around and massaged his ass with her other
one. Melisa then began moaning in delight as her mouth proceeded to
steadily increase its loving action. Almost ready to climax, he reached
for the back of her head, but Melisa removed her mouth from his cock and
raised herself up.
“I can’t wait any longer. I want you to fuck me. Right here, right
now!” his wife panted as she lifted her dress up to her waist and spread
her feet apart.
Simon had tried telling her that The Landing wasn’t as fancy as the
places back east, only a local hang out for the loggers and a few
sportsmen who knew of it, but Melisa insisted on dressing up for the
party anyway. In the bright moonlight, the sight of her shapely legs
encased in tan nylons and perched atop a pair of high heels was the most
erotic vision Simon had ever seen. When Melisa’s trimmed, red pussy
hairs came into view, Simon was shocked. He didn’t know she had left the
house without wearing any panties.
With the top of her dress down and the bottom of it raised, Melisa
hoped she looked like a woman begging to be fucked. That’s what she was,
and that’s what she wanted to look like. It had been over a month since
Simon had fucked her last, and Melisa thought she’d die if she didn’t
get fucked now.
With ease, he lifted her 105 pound frame up and kissed her hard on the
mouth. Melisa wrapped her arms and legs around him, kissing him back
with a passion Simon didn’t know she had. When her silky legs surrounded
his mid-section and she locked her ankles together, he cupped the cheeks
of her small ass in the palms of his hands. With one swift and powerful
thrust, his entire cock pierced and buried itself inside her pussy.
Melisa suddenly broke their kiss and cried out. Savoring the way his
cock had enlarged and filled her pussy so completely, his wife held
herself steady for a moment. Every nerve in her body tingling with
excitement, and a barrage of fireworks was going off behind her tightly
closed eyelids. After the initial wave of pleasure passed, Melisa looked
into his eyes and in a throaty whisper said, “It’s been so long!” His
wife then crushed her mouth over his in another wet and passionate kiss.
Simon was shocked that his prim and proper wife from the east coast
could ever act this way.
“Come on, baby, really give it to me. Fuck my brains out! Faster!
Faster!” Melisa hissed as she began to wildly bounced up and down,
impaling herself upon his cock with every once of energy she had.
Simon was starting to feel dizzy, and wasn’t able to stand on his own
two feet any longer. While Melisa continued to fuck him like some sex-
starved nymphomaniac, Simon weakly dropped down to sit on the wooden
bench by the railing.
Melisa cried out again, “Come on, honey, fuck me faster! Please, baby,
faster! I’m almost there. Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!”
Suddenly, Simon became sick to his stomach. Just in time, he leaned
over the patio and heaved his guts out.
After Melisa straightened out her clothes, she kissed him one more
time then went back to rejoin the party. Simon threw up again when the
man who just fucked his wife followed her inside.

“Good morning, sleepy head.” he heard a soft and far away voice say.
The throbbing pain started as soon as Simon opened his eyes. Melisa
leaned forward and gently kissed her husband on the forehead, while her
hand ducked under the covers.
“How could you?” was all Simon said, not even flinching when Melisa’s
cold fingertips touched his crotch.
“Hey, I did everything I could last night to get you to… you know…
make love to me. I’m still horny, Simon.”
The pain in his temples was replaced by a dizziness as blurred images
of the scene he witnessed on the patio at The Landing came back to him.
Melisa’s silky legs were wrapped around another man. Another man’s huge
hands were squeezing her tiny ass cheeks as she furiously leaped up and
down on him. Another man’s tongue was probing her open mouth in an eager
kiss. Simon closed his eyes in torment. Was it all just a bad dream? Did
he only imagine that Melisa had sex with someone else last night? His
wife mistook his confused look as a sign of a hangover.
“Do you want something for your headache, or how about some
breakfast?” Melisa asked as she slipped out of bed and threw her robe
on. “Maybe after you’re feeling better, we could… mess around.”
“Mess around?” Simon said, then mumbled under his breath as she walked
out of their bedroom, “That’s not what I’d call it!”
Melisa was right about one thing though, Simon was experiencing the
worst headache of his life. It had been a long time since he went out
drinking with the guys, and now it was time to pay the piper. His
stomach did a sudden flip-flop, and he made a mad, stumbling dash for
their bathroom.
On his knees in homage, Simon had no offering for the porcelain god.
His belly was empty. All he could do was listen to his gut wrenching
prayers as they echoed around in the rotund bowl, making his head pound
that much more. His stomach began hurting from the violent convulsions
it was going through trying to present anything in praise to the short,
white deity he was kneeling in front of, but it had nothing to give.
Like a rejected beggar, Simon bowed his head and implored the powers to
be for mercy. The icy-cold, ceramic altar was soothing his forehead when
his silent petition was answered. The toilet seat came crashing down on
the back of his neck.
“Oh, honey, are you okay?”
Simon turned toward the compassionate voice he heard, and looked up
through the hallow-like hole above his head.
“My, oh, my! Don’t we look green.” Melisa said and then started
laughing.
“It’s not funny!” Simon groaned, half in anger, half in self pity.
“From where I’m standing, you look funny. Here,” Melisa said as she
grabbed her husband’s arm and helped him to his feet, “get back to bed.
You’ll need to sleep this one off.”
After making him take some asprin with a full glass of orange juice,
Melisa tucked her husband into bed like a little boy.

“JESUS H. CHRIST! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED!” came the shout that woke
him up.
“Leave me alone!” Simon grumbled, not bothering to open his eyes to
see who was there.
“Hey, Mel, you got any coffee made?” Simon’s best friend Bob, yelled
out.
“It should be ready in a few minutes.”
“Come on, those muskies are practically dying to jump in the boat,
LETS GO!”
All Bob got was another tortured grunt.
“Did Simple Simon have too much to drink last night? Does his little
head hurt?” Bob teased.
“ASSHOLE!”
“PUSSY!”
“Double asshole!”
“Weekend Weed Whacker!”
Simon opened his eyes at his friend’s last jab. He remembered it was a
derogatory nickname the locals called all the city people.
“What the hell are you doing here? It’s not even…” then Simon
remembered they were suppose to go fishing this morning.
“Damn, what did those people on the east coast do to you?” Bob said,
then quickly yanked the covers off of Simon.
“Hey, Melisa, Simon’s got one of them retractable fishing rods and the
line’s all tangled up! You better get in here and help this poor boy,
cause I sure as hell ain’t!”
“OKAY, I’m up already! Now get the hell out of here while I get
dressed!”
“Never mind. False alarm.” Bob shouted.
In the kitchen, Melisa sarcastically stated, “Another one!”

“I need to ask you something, Bob.”
“No, we’re not going in! I don’t care how many times you throw up, or
how green you get. I’m always out here until I get my quota, so don’t
ask again.”
“It has nothing to do with that.” Simon said.
“What is it then?”
When his friend didn’t answer, Bob turned his head around. Simon
seemed to be looking at something in the distance, so Bob followed his
line of sight, and tried to figure out what it was. Seeing nothing out
of the ordinary, he asked again, “Well, you going to tell me what’s on
your mind?”
Confused, hurt, angry and still hung over, Simon said, “Never mind.”

Melisa was so startled to hear the knocking at the front door that she
almost dropped the box of crystal she was carrying into the dinning
room. Setting it on the table, she yelled out, “I’ll be right there!” A
man wearing only a T-shirt and jeans, his back turned to the door, was
standing on their porch. Boy!, she thought, They sure grow them big up
here! Melisa suddenly realized she was still only dressed in her short
robe. She jumped when the man began knocking again. Opening the door up
enough to stick her head out, the half-naked housewife asked, “What can
I do for you?”
“Hi there! My name’s Jack. Sorry to bother you, but can I use your
phone? My truck got a flat and I need to call somebody out here. It’s
just down the road a bit.” he said with a smile.
“Don’t you have a spare?” Melisa asked, afraid to let a stranger in
the house, especially the way she was dressed.
“Don’t I wish! Listen, I haul logs for the mill, so it’s not my rig,
but if I’m not back by a certain time, I’ll be in deep shit. Look, I
just need to let them know I got a flat, then I’ll go back out there and
wait for them to send somebody to fix it.”
“Where are my manners? I’m sorry. Come in, the phone is in the living
room.” Melisa said as she opened the door all the way.
Jack stepped in and followed her as she walked past him after closing
the door. Tom was right. Not only was the redhead beautiful, but she had
a fantastic body! She was a little small for his taste, but if
everything else Tom said was true, he could overlook that. When Melisa
turned around to face him and point at the phone on a table by the wall,
Jack had to swallow his heart. The red haired beauty before him had the
biggest pair of tits he’d ever seen on a woman her size.
While Jack was on the phone, Melisa knew she should have gotten
dressed. Every time she turned around the man’s eyes were on her. It was
like he didn’t care if anyone was on the other end of the line. Her
cheeks turned red and her pulse quickened when she saw his gaze fix upon
her breasts. Pulling her robe together to hide herself from his stare
only seemed to make Jack’s eyes grow larger. Looking down, she noticed
the thin material of her short, white satin robe was stretched tightly
across chest, making her erect nipples even more visible. Completely
embarrassed for getting excited just from having a man look at her,
Melisa ran into the kitchen.
“I’ve got to hand it to you, Tom, you were right.” Jack said when the
woman disappeared. “She sure is something else! How long have I got?”
“Well, it’s only nine and she’s probably sober by now, so be here when
everybody gets back from lunch.” his boss said.
“Thanks! See you at one.” Jack replied as he hung up the phone.
Now all he had to do was figure out a way of getting the redhead to
let him stay in the house while a fictitious emergency truck repaired
his fictitious flat tire.
“Say, lady!” he called out, “Can I use your bathroom?”
“It’s the first door on the left, down the hallway.”
When she heard the man close the bathroom door, Melisa raced from the
kitchen and into her bedroom. She hurriedly straightened up the bed,
threw the clothes she wore last night into the closet and took her robe
off. After wiggling into a tight pair of pink bikini panties, she
searched for a matching bra in her dresser drawer. From the corner of
her eye, Melisa saw something move, and bolted upright in surprise.
Less than two feet away, Jack was standing in the open doorway to the
adjoining bathroom. He didn’t say anything, didn’t even apologize for
sneaking up on her, but then he didn’t have to. The way he was looking
at Melisa said it all. Before, when he was on the phone, his looks were
appreciative, even complimentary. Now, there was something else in his
eyes, and Melisa started to tremble. Jack was awed by the near flawless
set of tits the young redhead had. And her nipples! My God, they were
the most perfectly shaped little nubs he had ever laid eyes on!
The two of them just stood there, both with their mouth open and both
wanting something different. Neither knew what the other’s next move was
going to be, so they both were afraid to move. Wearing only a flimsy
pair of panties, Melisa felt vulnerable and helpless. On the other hand,
Jack couldn’t remember the last time he was this sexually aroused. It
was certain they couldn’t just let the tension keep building up between
them, one of them had to do something, but which one was going to make
the first move?
Last night, Melisa had too much to drink, and just got carried away.
That’s all it was. Yet, like last night, she could feel her pussy
beginning to moisten, and she became embarrassed again. The young wife
looked down, to keep the man from seeing the way she was blushing. Her
heart skipped several beats, and she stopped breathing. The man’s cock
was sticking out of his open jeans, coming to life, bouncing slightly as
it grew larger and stiffer. Her nipples hardened all the more at the
sight, and Melisa became ashamed from the way she was reacting.
Tentatively, Jack raised his right hand. Melisa flinched at his sudden
movement, but stood her ground. Slowly he reached out to her. The sigh
the redhead made after his hand covered and gently squeezed her left
breast told Jack all he needed to know. He reached out with his other
hand and began slowly squeezing both her tits. Melisa legs wobbled, and
another sigh escaped from her still open and suddenly dry mouth. Jack
released her breasts, and his hands slid to her rib cage. Melisa clamped
her eyes shut and bit her lower lip as she raised her head. Her mouth
opened with a soft and pleading moan as his hands surrounded her slim
waist. She felt his fingers at her hips, hooking themselves inside the
only piece of clothing she had on. Like a hot knife through butter, Jack
ripped her panties on both sides.
Melisa’s only response was to look up, not in surprise, but in
anticipation of his next move. Jack noticed the change in her and
reached down. Melisa’s legs parted, and he lazily pulled the torn and
useless panties from between her quivering thighs. At that moment, they
both knew she was his. Melisa, almost in a trance, walked over to the
bed. She couldn’t believe that she was again going to fuck a man she
didn’t even know!

“That makes twelve, six each, right?”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Jesus, Simon, you really look like shit! How
about we get you a little hair of the dog that bit you?”
“I just want to go back to bed.” Simon said as he put his fishing gear
away.
“By the way, don’t forget you and Mel are suppose to come over tonight
for dinner. Sue’s been dying to meet your wife.” Bob said.
“I meant to ask you about that. How come nobody else brought their
wife or girlfriend last night?”
“I’m not suppose to tell you this, but all the girls are planning a
big surprise dinner for you two day after tomorrow. Tell Mel to be
prepared, too. Some of them are pissed at her for catching you. I’m
pretty sure she’ll even hear some catty remarks from Sue tonight.”
“Look, Bob, I only dated Sue once, then stepped aside when you told me
how you felt about her.”
“Shit, I’m not accusing you of anything. I wouldn’t mind being in your
shoes, though. A lot of the other guys feel the same way. We’re just
jealous. Hell, you were the star jock at school, had your pick of any
girl you wanted, got a nice scholarship, married a gal who’s not only
the sexiest creature on earth, but comes from a rich family to boot! You
guys are the envy of the whole town, so you better get use to it. The
same goes for the rest of us. Yeah, I’m a little jealous, too, but I am
what I am. Just do me a favor, will you?”
“What’s that?” Simon asked his friend.
“Don’t let it go to your head. As far as I can tell, all your success
hasn’t changed you. Try to keep that way.”

Simon waved from the dock as Bob pulled his boat away. The fresh air
had done him some good. At least he wasn’t sick anymore, and maybe only
a short nap would get rid of his headache.
As he walked up the hill to the lake front cottage they recently
bought, Simon thought of asking Melisa about last night. He then decided
it was best to get rid of his headache first. Besides, he still wasn’t
sure if he had really seen Melisa with another man, or if he had dreamed
it all. Thankful that his wife wasn’t around when he opened the door, he
tossed his fish into the kitchen sink, and headed off to bed.
Simon might as well have been shot with a gun when he opened his
bedroom door. In a way, he was. This was no dream. This was real! His
wife WAS with another man!
Melisa was kneeling over his prone body. Her hands were clutching at
his dick and balls, while her lips were sliding up and down his cock.
Simon could see the obscene lump in her cheeks expand and move as a
stranger’s dick poked around inside his wife’s sucking mouth. Simon
could see Melisa’s tiny hands stroking the thick shaft of the huge cock
protruding from her lips. Simon couldn’t see who the man was though. His
head was trapped between Melisa’s thighs, hiding him from view, as she
lewdly smeared her pussy back and forth in a fucking rhythm on his face.
The wet slurping sounds of their tongues and mouths on each others
genitals made Simon sick to his stomach again. Their grunting, groaning
and moaning made his head pound more painfully. The brokenhearted Simon
wanted to die on the spot!
Melisa shamelessly made love to the man’s cock with her mouth and
tongue as her fingers played with his hairy scrotum below her chin. Her
dainty hands then firmly grasped the base of his cock, and with ever
increasing speed, she began stroking his dick with both hands while her
head bobbed up and down. Melisa twisted her face in a corkscrew motion
and her hands continued to fly rapidly over the man’s shaft until he
finally ejaculated. She suddenly gagged when his cock briefly forced its
way into her throat. She then moaned loudly in orgasm as vast amounts of
thick gooey cum poured from her lips and began running down the dick she
was still wantonly sucking.
Simon didn’t see or hear any of this. He had rushed outside, racing
aimlessly up their driveway and then down the road. With tear stained
eyes, he looked up when he heard a car coming from behind.
“Well, hello there stranger! Long time no see. Hop in, I’ll give you a
ride.” a cheerful woman’s voice said.
Like a zombie, Simon walked around to the other side of the car and
got in.

Letting the hot water of the shower pelt her still tingling body,
Melisa shook her head. She felt guilty for cheating on her husband a
second time, but she also felt marvelously satisfied and very relaxed,
something she hadn’t felt in a long time. Melisa really did love Simon,
and knew that what she did was wrong, but she just couldn’t help
herself.
Two years ago, before she ever met her husband, Melisa’s sex life was
phenomenal. She was one of the most sought after girls on campus, and
with good reason. Melisa thought college was nothing but a four year
orgy and very seldom turned down a chance to have sex. She had no qualms
about letting any of her dates get into her panties. The guy had to be a
real geek if he couldn’t get between her legs, and even then, Melisa
would at least give him head. As far as she was concerned, the only
thing in life that could come close to having a stiff cock was shopping.
Melisa knew everybody thought she was a slut, but it didn’t matter
because no one would dare say it to her face. Her family’s status in the
community prevented that. It was also the reason for her wild behavior.
The strict rules and conduct she had to abide by at home didn’t apply
when she wasn’t there. Her father’s dated codes of what a lady should
act like always collided her unbridled spirit. And after high school,
she became even more rebellious toward him.
All of this seemed to change when she started seeing Simon. It was as
though her popularity had dropped to zero. All the guys stopped asking
her out, and wouldn’t even flirt with her anymore. At 6′ 5″ and the
middle linebacker for the football team all four years he was there,
Simon was an imposing figure that nobody wanted to mess with, but Melisa
didn’t take this into account. She thought men didn’t find her
attractive anymore. In a way, this was all right, because she fell in
love with Simon, and didn’t want her past indiscretions to ruin their
relationship.
But, within six months after they got married, Melisa began to feel
unwanted and repressed again. Even though she always wore the sexiest
clothes she could lay her hands on, Simon didn’t seem to want her.
Before they moved, her confidence plummeted to an all time low because
he hadn’t fucked her in over a month. She couldn’t understand why Simon
didn’t want to fuck as much as she did. Melisa just couldn’t go that
long without sex, and didn’t know how her husband could.
Sure, she enjoyed fucking the guy last night and the one this morning,
it helped take the edge off her sexual appetite. But she really didn’t
want to fuck them, she wanted Simon to fuck her. “Well, if my own
husband won’t screw me, at least I know other men still want to.” she
said aloud when she stepped out of the shower. As degrading a thought as
this was, Melisa decided it wasn’t her fault. She also made up her mind
that she’d fuck someone else again if Simon didn’t start paying more
attention to her.

It was only eleven o’clock in the morning and already Simon was well
on his way to getting bombed. He picked up the tenth shot glass from the
neatly lined row of twelve, and gulped the fiery liquid down in a single
swallow. Janice was still sitting across from him, talking up a storm
about something or other. He didn’t know what she was saying, or did he
really care. She had been yakking away ever since she picked him up on
the side of the road. He looked at her through the empty thick shot
glass. All he could see were two distorted red lines, opening and
closing.
“You still suck cock?” he blurted out.
Totally stunned, Janice sat there with her mouth hanging open as Simon
continued his one sided conversation.
“I didn’t think my wife did, but she does. She’s a pretty good at it
too, opens her mouth up real wide and plays with your balls. You play
with the balls when you suck a guy’s cock?”
When the bartender looked their way because Simon wasn’t being so
quiet anymore, Janice leaned forward and said, “Why don’t I take you
home now, Sy. I think you’ve had enough.”
“Is she with him?” he mumbled.
“What?”
“Is she still with him?”
“Simon, you’re not making any sense. What are you talking about?”
Janice asked, not really understanding him.
Leaning over the table the way Janice was, Simon got to within inches
of her face and said, “My wife and some other guy are playing hide the
salami in our own fucking house!”
“I don’t believe it! You’re just imagining things. Why, from what I’ve
heard, your wife sounds like a real nice girl.”
“I saw it with my own eyes! Melisa was sucking this guy’s cock and
rubbing her pussy all over his face, right there in the middle of our
own fucking bed!”
“Listen, Simon, why would any girl in her right mind want to run
around on you? Besides, name one guy in this neck of the woods who would
even dare think of doing something like that with your wife. Hell, you
only moved back a couple of weeks ago. Nobody’s even met her yet!”
Janice truly believed what she was telling her former boyfriend,
because that was how she felt. Six years ago, they were the hottest item
in town. Janice had dreams of marrying Simon one day and living happily
ever after, but then things changed. When he received a full scholarship
to a university on the east coast, she was happy for him, but also sad
because her plans for getting him to ask for her hand in marriage were
put on hold. The day Simon left for college, Janice thought her life
ended. She would have waited until Hell froze over, if he asked her to,
but never Simon did. Janice was completely shattered, and blamed herself
for letting him get away. Even though she had married someone else since
then, she still loved, and often dreamed of Simon. Janice doubted that
Melisa was cheating on him, but maybe, just maybe, this was the second
chance she’d been hoping and praying for.
Simon, for the first time since she picked him up, really looked at
Janice. Her soft chestnut hair was longer than it use to be, and her
face was thinner, but Janice was still very attractive. She still has
that look, Simon thought. Janice’s deep brown eyes were what attracted
him to her in the first place. When they were alone in the past, which
was often, she would give him a look that was adoring, while at the same
time very sultry. She was giving him that look now, and the old feelings
for her were starting to come back. Simon reached out to hold Janice’s
hand, but she jerked it back quickly.
“Let me get you home.” she said as she gathered up her things.
“I told you, I don’t want to go home.”
“Well, I can’t stay here all day, Sy. I’ve got shopping to do and a
house to clean. I really have to go.”
Feeling sorry for himself again, Simon leaned back in his chair and
said, “I’ll be fine, why don’t you take off.”
Driving away and leaving Simon at Don’s tavern, Janice began thinking.
If his wife was really cheating on him, she could get Simon back. She
had heard the rumors about her own husband’s infidelities and figured
that all she had to do was wait around and catch him in the act, then
file for a divorce. Janice suddenly pounded on the steering wheel when
she realized exactly what she was thinking about. “Damn it, Simon!”, she
yelled, “Why did you have to come back?” and then she started crying.

Starting at the top she strokes her hand down my body,
ending at my belt. She undoes the latch of my belt and tells me
if I want her to continue then I should follow her. We walk a
couple of blocks to a hotel and go upstairs to our room. When
we get inside the door she slips off my jacket, loosens my
tie, and starts to undress herself, but she leaves on the
garter , hose, and bra. We are both standing next to the bed and
we grab each other and fall down on to the silk sheets covering
the bed.

We are lying there kissing and feeling each other when she says
that she should get going. She gets out of bed and starts
towards her pile of clothes on the floor. I get
up, come up from behind her and spin her around and push her
to her knees. I grab her black hair and pull her face to my
hard cock and tell her to eat and swallow. After she pleases me
I pick her up and carry her over to the bed and throw her down
on it. I spread her long legs apart and push my face towards her
aching pussy. I stay there teasing and tormenting her
bringing her to the brink of orgasm many times but then
backing down each time. She is soaked in sweat, writhing on
the bed begging me to let her come. But I ignore her plea.

After at least another half hour I allow her to come. I then
climb on top of her and penetrate her quivering flesh. Later I
turn her over and take her doggie style. Lisa starts begging me
to stop and let her sleep but instead I lay down and make her
get on top and make her fuck herself slowly from above. When I
am satisfied I let her rest, however she must sleep with her
head nestled in my groin.

We didn’t have as many people as we expected but we did get the ‘core’
group of people together so we had a quality party rather than a quantity
party. On the whole, it was a WONDERFUL occasion. Steve, as usual, brought a
gorgeous woman along to introduce to the crowd.

Shelly was incredibly cute. A little short, 5′4″ or so, and a little
heavy, but, for some reason I was immediately attracted to her. I walked over
to Steve and whispered in his ear

“Who’s the babe?”

“Oh, don’t know you Shelly?” he said with mock surprise. “Shelly, this
is kurt, kurt this is Shelly”

“Hi, I’m Kurt, nice to meet you.”

“We usually call him ‘Speedy’”

“Hey, buddy, I don’t need any more of your shit tonight.”

“Well its true” he said with a grin.

“Yeah, well…” It wasn’t worth trying to salvage a good first
impression with him around. I decided I would try a little later.

“Im Shelly…We met before a couple months ago in Chicago”, she said,
offering me her hand.

A woman as physically pleasing as this I would have remembered…and I
know I wasn’t THAT drunk.

“I was with Steve and you were with…what was here name?” she said to
Steve.

“Who, his squeeze toy…that was Karen”

“Steve, give me a break…its been a long day and I cannot defend
myself again this barrage”

“Ok, Ill give you a little breathing room.”

“Nice to meet you, Shelly, I think Im going to wander about the party
and see if everyone is having a good time”

“Ok, nice meeting you again”

They turned back to their conversation and I slipped away through the
crowd with my tail neatly tucked between my legs.

*

The night progressed quite nicely. The music was kept at a good level
and there were people dancing, which is always a good thing at a party, and
everyone was having a good time.

After an hour or so of “socializing” I decided that it was time for me
to return and make another attempt and enticing Shelly.

I returned to the kitchen, which, by this time, had gotten intolerably
warm…with the punch and all other drinkables being located there it was no
wonder everyone chose to congregate in that room.

“Its much cooler on the front porch,” I whispered into her ear as
I walked up behind her and put my arms around her waist. “And a little quieter
and more conducive to conversations rather than yelling matches”

She leaned her head back onto my shoulder and smiled. “Sure, let me
get some water first”

Cute AND friendly, how can this be? I couldn’t belive it.

I escorted her through the crowd of dancing people and out the
front door. We sat on the railing which surrounds the porch.

“So, what have you been doing with yourself these days? I haven’t
seen you since…wow, back in January. Whats’s new in your life”, I
said, trying to get the conversation off to a good start.

“Not much. I’ve been hanging around with Steve…going to
school…working. You know, the normal boring stuff.”

“Yeah, I’ve been working myself. Haven’t been in school but I’m trying
to work my way up to it again.” I paused for a short while to reposition
myself and she stood up.

“Leaving me?? So soon??” I asked, with a mock pained expression on
my face.

“No, wanted to turn around and stretch my legs”

She turned around to face away from me, straddled the railing and
reseated herself.

“Comfortable?”

“Yes. Go on, you were saying…”

She leaned into me as I lightly lifted up her shoulder-length hair
and began to gently massage her neck and shoulders.

“Thank you,” She said.

“You are ALWAYS welcome to this.”

She sighed and bent her head forward to allow for a better position for
my hands.

“Well, as I was saying…Whats with you and Steve?”

She tensed as my poorly worded question rolled from my tongue. “I don’t
know. We have been…” She looked up, glanced quickly around and continued
“…hanging out together for a while but nothing else going on…we are good
friends.”

Sigh, I thought to myself. ‘Just good friends’ doesn’t cause a reaction
like that. The eyes may be able to fool me, but the back muscles will NEVER
lie.

I decided to let it go for now. Hell, I was making progress right here
and now, I didn’t have time to think about Steve’s indecision.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to bring up a bad topic” I said, and leaned forward
to give her a long hung. Again she leaned against me and hugged my hands
and arms closer to her body.

“That’s ok. Its not that bad of a topic. Just a little touchy about
it.”

“Why?”

“Well, here I am sitting in your arms talking about Steve… Doesn’t
that make you a little nervous?”

“No, Steve is a good friend. We share everything….EVERYTHING”, I
said giving her a little squeeze for emphasis.

“Yeah, right.”

“No, really, didn’t he tell you”

“No, he didn’t”

“Ok, well I’m just joking.”

“I thought so,” She giggled. “I feel so comfortable being with you,”
she said, turning around to stare me in the eyes”

DAMN, the words I certainly didn’t wanna hear right now. Comfort isnt
what I’m shooting for…Im looking for ‘oh, kurt, you make be feel so HOT and
HORNY’ or ‘oh, kurt, I wanna gobble you up’…not…comfortable. Your brother
makes you feel comfortable. I could feel the flames rising up to strike me
down.

“Dis’d in the Malibu”, I whispered, more as an uncontrolled
verbalization than for anyone’s ears.

“Hmmm,” she quipped.

“Sorry, nothing. Just talking to myself…wanna join in the
conversation?”

“I thought I was already part of the conversation,” she said, with a
slightly confused look on her face.

“You are, hon. Just thinking about…things. I mean, I want you to
feel comfortable around me, but that isn’t really what I was looking for…if
you know what I mean.”

“Yes, I know what you mean, and I wish you hadn’t said that.”

STRIKE TWO — I gotta learn to talk from the heart and not from the
balls or booze. This one is gonna hurt!

“Why not,” I asked, trying hard to salvage what little bit of decency
that was left in this conversation.

“Well, I was kinda thinking the same thing. You seem like a really
nice guy and all, you actually seem interested in what >I< think and want AND
you give good massages…” That last bit threw me. I hadn’t realized
that I had not stopped rubbing her neck and shoulders. “…but I feel a little
uncomfortable about having Steve around”

“How about this,” I said, as I stopped massaging her temples. “I’m
going to get back to the party. I really don’t want to cause you any discomfort
about Steve and I certainly do not wish to screw up any chance you have with
Steve of having a relationship. Maybe some other time we could do something
about these urges of yours…little girl” I said, rubbing the inside of her
leg just above the knee.

“SIGH…I’ll see you later then.”

*

The party began to slowly die down after a couple hours and people
began to wander home.

“Ummm, can I get one of you to give me a ride home” Mike asked, his
speech only slightly slurred.

“Jesus, man, what the HELL did you do to yourself”

“Jim and I had a contest to see who could drink the most punch…Jim
lost”

“Barely, it seems. Sure, I’ll give you a ride home, big man” I said.

“Mind if I tag along,” Shelly asked.

“Nah, I would enjoy the company, Im really tired”

“Me too, lets go,” interrupted Mike who was already walking towards the
street.

“My car is this way, Mike”

“I knew that”

We poured Mike into the car, drove him to his apartment on the other
side of town, and sloshed him out again. I watched as he nimbly crept his
way up the stairs, around the sleeping cat, and into the apartment.

“SAFE! Another satisfied customer of M.Y. Taxi service.”

“Do this often?”

“No, not really, I’m usually the one in the back seat being sloshed
around. Hey, thanks for coming along.”

“No problem, there wasn’t anything going on back at the house and I
needed the fresh air.”

“Good deal” I said, pulling out of the drive way and slowly heading
back home.

We laughed and talked for nearly an hour on the way home. I stopped a
couple times and showed her some of the more interesting buildings in the down
town area, we wandered through the pre-dawn lighted residential district and
looked at all of the “neat” houses and then finally meandered back in the
general direction of home.

*

“Thanks for the tour…” she said, giving me a long hug.

“Never a problem. I’m going to crash…care to join me?”

A grin crept across her face and I realized how she had twisted my
innocent statement. “Sure, I need the sleep”.

We quietly climbed the stairs to my room. Soft snoring could be heard
from Steve, who, in his infinite stupidity, decided to sleep on the floor
instead of in my bed like I had told him.

“Why don’t we wake Steve up, and you two take the bed” I asked.

“We would never wake him up, he sleeps like a rock”

I knew this, but I didn’t want to suggest the only viable alternative.

“Ok, how about I sleep on the floor and you take the bed” I said.

“We could just share the bed, but I want to sleep in the side closest
to Steve”

Great, I get her into bed and she is thinking of Steve…Oh well, it
just wasn’t meant to be.

I fumbled around my room for a few minutes searching for a
couple blankets. Once found, I had to decide on what I was going to
wear to bed. I couldn’t sleep in the nude, like I usually do, and I
certainly didn’t wanna wear what I had on so I settled for a pair of
shorts and a T-shirt.

She had already snuggled down into the bed so I wished her a
good night and moved to the far side of the bed and went to sleep.

I woke up a couple minutes later to find the AC frosted up
and making all the noise in the world (this is nothing new. With
more than one person adding to the moisture level of the room, the
coils were bound to freeze up) so I leaned up and turned it off. The
cessation of the noise must have woken her up because she began
grasping her blanket closer to her and huddling up into a ball.

“Kwit yer fakin’”, I whispered into her ear. “It isn’t THAT
cold. Here, take this”

I draped the comforter I have been using over her body.

“Thank you,” she said, as she snuggled down to resume her sleep.
“Aren’t you cold?”

“No, I’ll be alright”

“No, come on, share”

Right about then I realized that she had this fetish for “sharing”
things. “Just maybe,” I thought to myself.

“Ok”.

I stuck my feet under the comforter and settled down to go back to
sleep.

“No, get on under here”

“I’m fine, really”

“You’re going to freeze, get under the blanket”

I got under the cover behind her, making sure to keep a respectable
distance from her body.

I know I have a problem cuddling. I like to, ALL the time and have
been known to, in the middle of night, while still sleeping, seek out my bed
partner so I could cuddle with them. Knowing this, I tried VERY hard not to
go to sleep but the party had taken its toll on me and I slowly, reluctantly,
drifted back into slumber.

I awoke again with her snuggled tightly against my body and my arm
draped around her midsection.

“Sorry,” I said weakly, drawing my arm away from her.

She squirmed and pressed herself, as if possible, closer to
me. I felt her hand grab mine and pull it back to her chest.

I moaned, which sounded more like a grumble, embraced her and
closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep. Cuddling with ANYONE
is certainly better than holding onto your pillow.

Her chest rose and fell in time with my own breathing and I
found it very hard to concentrate on sleep. As I lay there I could
hear her breathing quickening. I moved my thumb and brushed her soft
breast through her shirt and sport bra.

‘Ok, she is awake’, I thought to myself as I heard her let
out a sigh.

“Good morning,” I whispered into her ear while continuing the stroking
of her breasts.

“Hi,” she replied sheepishly and rolled onto her back.

“Am I keeping you awake?”

“Oh no…I’m not sleepy anymore.”

“Well, do you mind if I try to grab a couple more minutes of sleep?”

“No, go ahead,” She said, turning around so I could
reposition myself behind her.

After several long minutes, sleep did not come.

I decided to see if she had fallen asleep by brushing her
already erect nipple with the back of my hand.

“You are supposed to be sleeping” she said in a low voice.

“I tried, but it didn’t work. It must be the company”

“If you would stop rubbing my nipple like that I will stop
squirming and keeping you awake,” and for emphasis, she pressed her
ass against my crotch and began to slowly gyrate.

I quickly removed my hand from her breast and began tickling
her stomach. I learned a long time ago that whenever you are losing
a battle of control with someone…CHEAT.

She let out a little yelp and spun around to face me.

“That wasn’t fair”, she said as she grabbed at my hands, trying to
stop me from my continued assault.

“So what’s your point? ‘All’s fair in love, war, and pure lust’”

“If you say so,” with that the threw her left leg over my
body and pinned me to the bed.

“Wait a minute. NOW who is cheating?”

“I am…”

She began her slow gyrations again. I was sure should could
feel my erection bulging through my shorts but she kept grinding
away.

I pulled her body down to me, hoping, praying that she would
stop.

“Please stop,” I whispered into her ear.

“Why?”

“Because I’m hornier than hell, its morning, Steve, the guy
you came here with, is asleep on my floor NEXT TO THIS BED, and you
are making me want to flip you over and make very long slow lust to
you.”

“Then do it,” she said, rolling onto her back and into the
middle of the bed.

I positioned myself between her widely spread legs and again
began to whisper in her ear.

“This is wrong,” I said, accentuating my statement with a
kiss to her chin.

“What if he wakes up,” a kiss to her left cheek.

She moaned a weak response as I trailed kisses down her neck
to her breasts. Her nipples stood firm even through her shirt and I
bit her softly there and continued down her body.

Her back arched as I began lifting her shirt slowly up her
body. I removed her bra and planted wet kisses on her soft breasts.

“Oh God, that feels good” she blurted out.

I stopped kissing her and whispered to her to be quiet.

“I can’t help it. That feels wonderful”

“Shhh…if Steve wakes up…”

“He won’t. He sleeps like a rock. He’s never ready to go in the
mornings and that’s when I am at my horniest”

“Me too,” I said, quickly returning my attention to her nipples.

Trailing wet kisses all the way, I began my trek down her body to her
pubes.

I teased her blood engorged labia with my fingers as I pressed my
tongue deep into her cunt. I spread her lips apart slightly so I could see her
clit…the target of my passion…and began applying light pressure there with
my thumb and gently licking with my tongue. I could feel her nearing her
orgasm.

If she screamed, I certainly didn’t hear it. Her legs clamped tightly
around my ears as she entered into her first orgasm. She released my head and
shuddered to a slow orgasmic halt. I took one last long lick of her very wet
vagina and moved up her body.

“Kiss me,” I said.

She leaned up and kissed me. He lips yielded slowly to my probing
and she began to suck hungrily at my tongue as it entered he mouth.

“Is that what I taste like?” she said, breaking our kiss and licking
her lips.

“Yes, that’s you, hon. Does it taste as good to you as it does to me?”

“I think so. Its kinda sweet with a light ‘tang’ to it.”

She was right. I had never tasted such an interesting woman before.

I presented her my finger which she hungrily licked into her
mouth and teased as if to promise what was to come. I removed my now
wet finger from her mouth and trailed it down the center of her body.
Stopping just short of her pubic hair, I turned to see her with her
head tilted backwards and a large grin on her face.

“Want more?” I asked quietly, as I began gently massaging her
clitoris again.

“I want to feel you inside of me”

I eased over to the night stand and got out a condom. Better
safe than sorry, I always say.

“Are you sure about this…I mean, with Steve and all…” I
asked, still holding the condom package tightly in the palm of my
hand.

“I’m horny NOW and he won’t be awake til sometime after noon
and even then he wont want to do anything.”

I tore the foil wrapper open and flung it to the floor. I
slipped the now warm condom over my penis and positioned myself above
her.

I kissed her softly as I slowly entered her body. She arched
her back sharply and widened her legs as I continued the slow descent
of my pelvis.

She gave a contented grunt when our pubes met and began
rocking from side to side.

“How does that feel?”

“Oh god that feels good. Stay there for just a couple more
seconds”

She slowly increased her speed and began to buck against me
while I tried to hold still. I felt her muscles contract around my
cock and rhythmically being stroking its shaft like tiny bands,
massaging me.

She let out a sigh as she reached another orgasmic-plateau
and stopped her rocking.

“If you had waited a couple minutes I could have joined you
in that one,” I said, a little hurt that she went on without me.

“That just makes the next one so much better…”

I slowly pulled out of her and just as slowly re-entered.
She moaned her enjoyment into my ear as I picked up the pace.

“Shhh…” I said to her as she began to get louder with her
moans.

“Ung…I cant help it. Oh god, Im going…”

I pressed my mouth against her lips to stifle her screams and
continued to piston myself in and out of her wet cunt. I could feel
my orgasm building as she, in her orgasmic throes, wiggled and shook
beneath me.

“Can I come now?” I asked

“Yes! Oh god, Yes”

I lifted myself up on my hands and began to slowly tease her
cunt with cock with deep circular strokes. Her ankles crossed at the
small of my back and pressed me deeper into her. I felt her tense
again and I knew she was ready for another orgasm. I began moving
faster, in and out of her and my orgasm burst forth.

My condom-covered cock flopped limply to my stomach when I
laid down next to her. I stroked her matted hair and kissed her
softly on the forehead.

“That was wonderful. Thank you” I said to her, and I began
to lick the sweat from her brow.

“I should be the one to thank you. That felt great.”

“And I should thank you both for keeping me awake for the
last hour or so”

“Uh Oh” we said in unison, turning to see Steve kneeling at
the edge of the bed.

Kristin apparently has also of late been thinking a lot about Dianne.
The signs are obvious — daily phone calls, visits to her apartment, her name
being brought up in our conversation, etc. Last week, Dianne and Kristin went
backpacking by themselves to the local wilderness area while I kept our two
kids at home (it is important for my wife, a financial planner, to get away
from the daily grind and enjoy her friends apart from me)….

Last Friday, Dianne called me up and wanted me to meet her for lunch at
our favorite restaurant. After a light lunch with some equally light but
strangely forced conversation, Dianne looked into my eyes with a look that
I’ve never seen before, a look of fear combined with a look of desire, and
asked, “Mark, it is difficult for me to say this, but I have fallen in love
with both you and Kristin.”

I didn’t know how to respond to this. On the one hand, my sexual desire
for her was burning bright, and I got excited about what was soon to
transpire, yet her simultaneous love for my wife confused, scared, and
intrigued me. What could I say? I looked at her for a moment, and without
thinking I said, “Does Kristin know your feelings for her? As far as I know,
Kristin is straight, and has never in our relationship stated anything to the
contrary. All I know is that my desire for you is very strong, and that I
have wanted for several weeks to make love to you.”

“I know about your feelings for me,” Dianne replied, “I could see it in
your actions, in your words, and in your eyes. And my feelings for you are
just as strong. Kristin knows about my love for her and for you, and she is
in love with me as she is in love with you. It was during our backpacking
trip that we expressed our love for one another.”

I didn’t know what to think, I was really confused by my feelings. “But
why are you telling me this? What do you want from me if you and Kristin are
lovers?” I asked.

Dianne replied, “Kristin wanted me to tell you these things if I felt
from our conversation that it would not damage your marriage relationship –
she wants me to tell you that she still loves you deeply. She has known for
awhile that you were infatuated with me. You know, women can see these
things. I desire you so much and I want to make love to you. Let’s go back
to my apartment and there we can enjoy one another and talk more about this
crazy situation.”

Making love to Dianne that afternoon was heavenly. Her body, though
short, was well proportioned, more like a 21 year old rather than her real age
of 35. Her breasts were not large, and not small, but were of the right size,
firm and did not sag one bit — taking her brassiere off, which was a low-cut
front snap design, was an experience I’ll never forget. When I cupped her
breasts in my smallish hands, I wished that I could become her brassiere so I
could cup her breasts all day. And Dianne was sexually free, boy, was she
free. She was even more open about her sexuality than Kristin, and Kristin
has always been a tiger in bed.

What was even more surprising to me was that my sexual excitement was
greatest whenever I fantasized my wife Kristin making love to Dianne while I
was watching. In these fantasies, Kristin and Dianne totally shared their
bodies — there was no inhibition of any kind. The number 69 appeared often
in my mind. And I imagined my throbbing, erect penis being inside Dianne’s
vagina from the rear, while Kristin, my beautiful wife, was in front massaging
Dianne’s clitoris and sucking on her breasts, and that Dianne was massaging
Kristin’s swollen clitoris. And I imagined that we all came to orgasm at the
same time this way. What a fantasy!

After one hour of sheer erotic sex (I have never made love to a woman
who could have several strong orgasms in a row like Dianne could), we lay
together exhausted. I asked Dianne, “When did you and Kristin first make
love?”

She said, “During our backpacking trip. It was cold, and we were close
to each other in our sleeping bags. And we just talked, and slowly we got
closer, more intimate, touched each other more, and finally we were making
love. Kristin said to me afterwards that that was the first time she ever had
sex with a woman. She never consciously realized before that she was
bisexual, although she said that she recalled having strong feelings for other
women before. Her greatest fear was that you would reject her for being
bisexual and for making love to me.”

I said, “If she made love to a man, I would have been jealous and a
little angry — I’m sounding a little hypocritical here — but the thought of
her making love to another woman, especially you, excites me, and I don’t know
why. Maybe most men would be turned off and very angry if they were faced
with this situation, but I’m not. I really would like to watch you and
Kristin make love and I want to share in your lovemaking, for I want Kristin
to be happy and I know that you and I can sexually fulfill her in ways that I
cannot alone.” Dianne smiled, hugged me, gave me a dreamy kiss, and said, “I
would like that. I love you. And tell Kristin when you see her that I love
her, too.”

When I came home in the evening, it was, suffice to say, a very unusual
conversation. I told Kristin that I was with Dianne that afternoon, that we
made love, that I knew about Kristin’s love affair with Dianne, that I am not
angry or jealous, that I loved both of you, and that I would like all three of
us to make love to one another. Kristin was quite taken aback by what I said,
but she quickly recovered with a look of anticipation and desire that I have
never seen in her before. Kristin then said, “Let’s send the kids to my
mother’s for the weekend, I’ll think of a good excuse, and invite Dianne to
stay with us.” I agreed to this, we called Dianne, she readily agreed and we
were all excited. Needless to say Kristin and I made passionate love that
evening and we later talked very openly about the different ways we could make
love together with Dianne.

….Watching two passionate women, who love each other, mutually gratify
their sexual desires is something that every man should see — and I’m not
talking about those loveless scenes one sees in most X-rated films. Men can
learn an awful lot about how to please a woman sexually by watching how a
woman does it to another woman. After all, who knows more about a woman than
another woman?…

Kristin and Dianne were obviously very much in love with each other.
You could feel the passionate heat they generated even before they touched
each other. They made me sit in a chair while I watched them in bed. They
each wore a negligee, and I could see the outlines of their breasts and of
their black triangle of hair where female sexuality resides. They obviously
loved the way they were dressed, since they looked at each other just as I was
looking at them. They started with slow kisses, which became more passionate
as time went on — it seemed like an eternity. Their hands, which started out
being fixed on each others back, became more and more mobile. There was no
part of their bodies that their hands did not touch. Kristin, my beautiful
wife, was gasping at every caress given by Dianne. Dianne, being very turned
on by now, loosened Kristin’s negligee and took it off, gloriously revealing
Kristin’s body to both of us. “Your breasts are so beautiful,” Dianne said,
“please let me kiss them.” Kristin pulled Dianne’s head to her breasts and
moaned “more” as Dianne eagerly yet tenderly licked them.

Dianne then broke the kisses, got on her back, and told Kristin, who was
sitting upright on her knees, to move forward until her vulva was near
Dianne’s mouth, as she has done for me several times. Dianne eagerly thrust
out her tongue to Kristin’s moist clitoris, and licked and kissed and sucked
it in a way I’ve never done for Kristin before. You could see Kristin’s body
slowly swaying, like a pendulum, which started to speed up as Dianne speeded
up her tongue motion. Then, in a frantic way that I have never heard Kristin
say, she said, “Please… more.” At that moment, Dianne inserted one finger
into Kristin’s vagina and another finger from the other hand into her anus and
began to earnestly and rhythmically bring her down the home stretch with her
tongue and lips and fingers. Kristin exploded into a orgasm that I have never
seen in any woman before, even Dianne on Friday. She gasped and fell limp on
the bed, exhausted, and content. I was in awe.

As Dianne was slowly caressing Kristin during her short time of
recovery, my passion arose to a height I’ve never felt before. I walked over
to the bed, took my clothes off (so I could relieve the pressure of my
super-erect penis) and got on the bed next to Dianne and started to kiss her.
I helped Dianne take off her negligee, revealing her beautiful breasts with
very hard and erect nipples; I could feel the animal heat emanate from her
vagina, begging for satisfaction. She then took hold of my very hard penis
and began to rub it firmly, and then went down on me and began to lick and
suck it. I could feel the moistness around her mouth, no doubt from Kristin’s
vaginal juices. Dianne then completely inserted my penis into her mouth as
far as it could go and really began to suck. It was a beautiful experience.
As I approached an explosive orgasm, but before it was too late, she let go of
my penis, leaned back on the bed, with her beautiful breasts pointing
majestically upward, and begged Kristin to come down on her.

Kristin, whose passion was beginning to come back again, got on her
hands and knees and began to lick Dianne’s clitoris with her tongue. Kristin,
being very flexible, had no trouble with this position. Kristin’s
super-swollen vulva revealed itself to me in all its splendor in this
position, which I could not resist; I entered Kristin from the rear, reached
around her to massage her swollen and moist clitoris and her erect nipples.
When I did this, my wife began to moan, and increased her tempo on Dianne.
Dianne began to moan wildly, too, and Kristin reached up to cup Dianne’s
breast and knead them vigorously. For one minute this went on, and as I
approached ejaculation, Kristin sensed that, quickened the pace, and brought
Dianne closer to ecstasy. We all reached climax at about the same time. My
orgasm was the most intense I have ever experienced. I felt as if I filled
Kristin up to the brim.

This did not end here. Kristin continued her oral caress on Dianne’s
clitoris in the most loving, tender, and yet vigorous manner, and from this
very delicious stimulus, Dianne had four more orgasms in the next few minutes;
each orgasm was more intense than the previous one. Her last orgasm was so
intense and obviously so pleasurable that Kristin broke down and cried for
Dianne in happiness. We all then fell into a long and dreamy sleep, snuggling
close together, to recharge for another round several hours later (I’ll spare
you the details of our subsequent lovemaking, except that it was even better).

Many would say that nothing good could ever result from a bisexual
menage a trois such as ours; however, Kristin’s and my love for each other was
enhanced by this experience (which, by the way, never happened again with
Dianne, for reasons that will remain unsaid to the outside world). I also
learned how to become a better lover to Kristin, since my teachers were two
beautiful women who passionately loved one another and understood one another
in ways that men can never fathom.

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Archive-name: 3plus/2grlfant.txt
Archive-author: Mark O. Zorro
Archive-title: A Man’s Fantasy about Two Women