Brighton Grad – Wedded Bliss

Brighton Grad – Wedded Bliss

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Walter met Marjorie, the mother of basketball player Doug Slade, at Doug’s graduation party. After an inebriated mutual seduction, they ended up in bed until morning. The relationship progressed and at the end of chapter five, Walter asked Marjorie to marry him.

I apologize that this took so long but my flash drive disappeared – and thank you to those who encouraged me and requested this not knowing it was in work.

Walter stood in the room and looked round the people gathered for his…wife! It was finally done and they were married. He smiled as he spotted her across the room talking to some of her girlfriends from work. As he looked at her, he experienced the same excitement he felt when he saw her for the first time this morning.

Marjorie wore a cream colored, strapless sheath dress that wrapped tightly on her wonderful figure. It was gave lift to her small breasts, was tight through her narrow waist and really accented the exquisite flair of her hips. Diagonally across her thighs, the dress had a double-layer scalloped flair that ended at her knees in front but trailed to the floor in the rear in a suggestion of a train. She wore strapped-on high-heel sandals in a matching color on her stocking covered feet. She wore a rustic silver necklace that, with the matching earrings, were African made and celebrated her African heritage, as did her naturally blow-out hair.

For Walter, looking at her was like deeply inhaling a wonderful smell as it filled him with pleasure. She saw his look and smiled at him, melting his heart. They had come though so much to get here, but now they were finally married.

They had met when Marjorie’s son Doug had invited Walter to his high school graduation party. After spending the summer trying to hide their relationship from everyone, they decided to let their friends and family know. Walter’s mother was first; although she was aware that he was spending great amounts of time with someone, she was not pleased about the age difference. The prospect of having a daughter-in-law that was her own age and a step-grandson that was the age of her own son was not great. But after meeting Marjorie and seeing them together, she could see that there was a loving relationship.

Doug was the worst; they waited until Doug came home from college for Thanksgiving to tell him. Doug flipped out that one of his high school classmates was seeing his mom. It was even worse that he was white and definitely not one of the cool people. His reaction was so violent that Walter and Marjorie stopped seeing each other for a while, but their desire for each other made them totally miserable when apart. And eventually Doug came to the realization that he was more concerned about what people would think than about his mother’s happiness. He did refuse to call Walter ‘dad,’ and would introduce him only as my mother’s fiancée, and later husband.

They had scheduled the wedding to happen during the college spring break, so Doug could give his mother away, and Walter would not miss much school for his honeymoon. They had invited a small group of friends and family. Doug and Walter both invited only their friends that were mature enough to respect the relationship, but that did include some of Walter’s friends from the jazz band, and they were playing softly downstairs. As Walter surveyed the rest of the room, he noticed his mother. She was leaning on some guy from Marjorie’s workplace, champagne glass in hand, giggling. Most importantly, her nose and cheeks were bright red, telling him she was already a bit drunk, and would likely get worse. He made his way over to her and took her aside. She was worse than he thought and he took her upstairs to guest bedroom and got her to lie down. She argued a bit but once she lay back, she quickly dozed off.

When he returned to the room, it was time for Walter and Marjorie to say their goodbyes. They got in the waiting limousine for the two hour ride to Niagara Falls, the first stop on their honeymoon. They would overnight in a honeymoon suite overlooking the falls, then go to the train station on the Canadian side for a week-long, trans-Canada train trip. Walter had thought about having sex in the limo during the ride, but Marjorie asked him to wait until they got to the hotel. He could see she was a bit tired and he let her doze against him as they rode.

He dozed off as well and woke up just as they stopped at the border crossing. He rolled down the window and handed the guard their passports, the he gently touched his new wife’s face to wake her.

“Honey,” he said softly. “We’re almost there.” She woke up with a smile on her face as she looked at him. She looked around, and smiled at the guard as he handed their passports back. Walter put the window up as their driver moved away from the border station.

“I guess the limo was a little wasted,” she purred with the lusty twinkle in her eyes that he so enjoyed. “I know that sex in back would have been great. I’m sorry I fell asleep.”

“Baby, I would rather you rest and feel good than have sex now and be tired later.” Eskort Kız He replied as her gently caressed her face and neck. “We have the rest of our lives to fulfill every fantasy that your horny mind can think up.” She looked into his eyes and the love that she felt for hi was so overwhelming that the tears started to flow again. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him again long and hard. They got lost in the kiss and his hand cupped her breast through rigid structure of her gown.

Their embrace was interrupted by the sharp turn of the limousine into the hotel driveway. She sat up and they straightened their clothes as the driver stopped and the valet opened the door for them to get out.

“Mr. and Mrs. Meyers,” the uniformed valet said. “Thank you for staying with us.” The driver was already moving to the back of the car to get their bags out and a second valet was getting a cart for the luggage.

“How did you know it was us?” Walter asked.

“You had reservations for tonight,” he answered as he helped Marjorie out of the car. “And your driver called ahead to update us on your arrival.” Walter took the time to go over and thank the driver, giving him a substantial tip, before escorting his new wife into the lobby.

The front desk was similarly prepared and within moments they were in the top floor honeymoon suite and alone. Walter surveyed the room and saw that someone, obviously Marjorie, had pre-arranged to have the room set up just for them. There was a bouquet of flowers on the table and rose petals scattered on the bed; a magnum of champagne was in an ice bucket next to a sideboard with a large tray of fruit, cheese and crackers; there were two candles lit in the room that filled the room with vanilla, similar to Marjorie’s perfume. Outside the large windows was a beautiful view of the American and Canadian falls.

Walter tried to sweep his wife into his arms, but she stopped him, holding both hands as she looked into his eyes.

“I want to do this for you,” she whispered, struggling to control her voice. “You have given me so much that I never had before. I have been married before but had no idea that is was not real love, or how much that failure had scarred me.” The tears were again flowing, the reason she had used waterproof makeup earlier. “I love you so much and I never want to go back to the person I was before I met you.” He started to speak but she reached up and covered his lips. “Shhhh…Just let me do this.”

She moved one of the chairs so it was about five feet back from the window. She opened the window curtain to revel floor to ceiling windows that framed a perfect view of the falls. It was dusk and the lights were just coming on to illuminate the falls in various colors. She went to the door and turned the room lights out, then came back to her husband.

She undressed him layer by layer, slowly and carefully removing everything and carefully laying it aside until he was standing next to the chair naked. Then she turned and faced the window.

“Unzip me please,” she whispered. Her reached up and unzipped her dress. She stepped away and turned towards him. She let the dress fall away and reveled to him that the only thing she wore under the dress was the stockings. She moved the dress aside and stood before him in cream-colored stockings and matching high-heels, with the beautiful scene of the falls behind her.

“You are so beautiful!” Walter hissed his own voice shaky and unsure. She walked up to him and, stretching up, locked her lips on his. After an eternity of pressing against each other, she pushed him back to sit him in the chair. Then she knelt before him. With her eyes staring into his, she moved forward and took his hard cock in her mouth.

Walter’s cock was big enough that she had to stretch her lips to accommodate it, but she had done it before. Tonight was going to be different and she suppressed her gag reflex as she slid her wet lips onto the thick hardness of his cock. She relaxed when she had over a third of his large cock jammed between her lips, and started sucking, puckering her cheeks to increase the suction around his cock. Walter’s prick always tasted very good to her, but it seemed even better now that they were married and he was hers forever. Marjorie shut her eyes, concentrating on the taste and feel of the huge cock in her mouth. Her tongue swirled and laved over his swollen and purple cockhead, basting it with her spit. She tasted the salty pre-cum juice that oozed from the little hole in the tip.

“Oh God…yes,” Walter moaned. His had rested on the back of her head, not forcing but definitely guiding and providing feedback. Marjorie responded by sucking harder, almost gagging herself with the pulsing stiffness of her young husband’s pale hard-on. She eagerly jammed her face into his hairy crotch, trying to inhale even more of his cock. Her pussy ached as she thought of how much of his cum would soon be spewing out of her new husband’s tremendous prick, spraying inside her pussy.

She realized he was close to cumming and backed off, leaving his cock shiny and wet. She stood and looked down at him with lust-glazed eyes. With all the incredible sex that they had experienced together, her desire for him was as fresh as that first week. Walter’s eyes looked back at her, caressing her soft brown breasts, then roaming over her slightly rounded belly to focus on the soft curls that covered her womanhood between the sexy curves of her long brown legs. He looked back at her beaming face and realized again how beautiful she was in his eyes.

As she moved forward over the chair, Walter’s eyes were drawn to her small hanging breasts as she leaned forward and put her hands on side shoulders to steady herself. Her breasts hung down on her chest, swaying from side to side as she moved forward until she was inches from his chest, hovering over his thighs. Her pussy was above his penis as she stood straddling him and looking down at him for several long seconds.

Marjorie looked deep into her young lover’s eyes without speaking, then reached back down between her spread legs and ran her fingertips along his twitching cock. Walter lifted his hands up to her firm, hanging breasts and gently cupped them as he felt his older wife lift his throbbing cock up. Seating the wet tip of his penis into the opening of her vagina, she looked down between their bodies and began to sit. Walter felt the swollen head of his cock enter her, stretching the opening, stretching it to accept the cock she had grown addicted to over the last few months.

“I love you,” she whispered, letting go of his cock and pushing down on him. Walter moved his face to her breast, taking her nipple in his mouth. She felt the electric connection between her nipple and her entire abdomen crackle with electricity. Marjorie impaled herself on her his hard, throbbing cock, grinding herself against him, slowly twirling his big pole around inside her pussy and rubbing her clit against his pubic area. Resting on his thighs, she leaned forward and kissed his forehead, wrapping her arms around his head as he suckled on her small breasts.

Now they were truly husband and wife, legally joined now the way they had been in their hearts for months. They celebrated their new covenant between them, a vow of love between man and woman without regard to age or race. He understood as she cried, sobbing against his head and he held her for the longest time before either of them moved. Then finally, Marjorie slowly pushed up on her legs, letting his cock slide down out of her until only the remained inside her.

With another sob, she sat again, taking him up to the hilt for a second time, consuming Walter’s cock in one hungry gulp.

“Walter . . .” she gasped, grinding her hungry pussy down on his penis, clutching at it with her strong vaginal muscles. She began to work her hips back and forth as Walter, leaning back, stared in a euphoric gaze at her small breasts swaying back and forth in front of him. She ground herself harder and harder against him, filling herself with his cock. Walter spread his legs and shifted his hips forward just a touch, then grabbed Marjorie by the ass and began to jerk her hips up and down on him, pumped his big cock into her wonderful pussy.

Marjorie had wanted this to be a slow and loving experience, but their passion quickly spiraled out of control into wild, hysterical fucking. Part of this was that thought of being in front of an open window…it was so reveling. The rational part of her mind knew that no one could see in, but she felt so exposed. Her hips moved up and down as she impaled herself on Walter’s cock over and over again. Even with all the earth-shattering sex they had before, she never felt so alive, so hungry, so free. Even though they were now married, all the taboos they had broken added a fiery passion to their sex. She was in front of a huge window fucking a white man the same age as her son!

She felt Walter’s fingers gripping her ass cheeks as he drove her throbbing pussy onto his cock. He was forcing her down so deeply that her clit smashed against his pubic hair again and again. Marjorie hair was flying about as she bounced up and down on him, her firm tits flying up and down wildly.

Walter was feeling it too. He knew she was very excited as he could feel the juice flowing out of her cunt and running down his cock and under his balls. He knew the fire deep inside her was a fuse burning very short an unholy explosion that would consume them both. He watched as her face the grimaced mask of pleasure and agony that preceded her orgasm. He felt her pussy tightening down on his cock and knew he was getting closer to his own orgasm as she furiously humped herself up and down on his stiff cock.

“Oh baby, Yes . . . Yes . . . Yes . . .” she hissed out, jerking her cunt up and down on him as hard and fast as she could. Then, just as she was right on the brink, Walter slid his finger and touched her butthole.

“Ohgodddddddddd . . .” she howled as the fire of their sex consumed her. She lost control over her body as wave after wave of contractions and spasms racked her body over and over. In a distant way she felt him grunt and lunge up at her, driving his cock up into her as deep as he possibly could. His penis jerked and spurted his cum inside her while she ground herself down on him.

Then the intensity of the sex was too much and actually became painful. She cried out again and tried to get away from him but he held her tight in the grip of his own orgasm. Her body hungered for the sexual release and now wanted it to be over…to rest…to stop.

Walter opened his eyes and realized that even as her body still shook and twitched, Marjorie was passed out. He rested and held her a while until he caught is breath. She was still unconscious, breathing slowly now. As he waited, his softening cock finally slipped out of her flooded hole. As he struggled to figure out how to lift her up, she awoke enough to allow him to get up and guide/carry her to the bed.

Walter went to the bathroom for towels and wiped up the flood of juices that had poured out of her during the orgasm, and put a washcloth over her pussy to soak up the fluids that were still running out of her. After cleaning himself, he curled up next to her and wrapped his arms around her. They would sleep for a while, wake up to eat and drink…..

Next Morning

Walter awoke to the ringing of the room phone; he grabbed it and answered. It was fully bright outside and the room bathed in light as they had left the curtains open.

“Mr. Meyers?”

“Yes”

“This is the front desk. You asked for us to call if you did not come down for breakfast. Our driver will have to leave in an hour to take you to the train station on time.” That bit woke him up completely.

“Yes…Ok…thank you,” he stammered. “Please send a bus boy up in 45 minutes.” He hung up the phone and looked over to Marjorie. Her body was only half covered by the bedclothes and much of her latte colored skin was exposed to his view. Just looking at her filled him with love for her…and desire for her in spite of the celebratory sex they had last night. He nudged her awake.

“Marjorie Meyers,” he said gently. “You need to wake up. We need to pack and leave within the hour.” She purred and she rolled onto her back and looked up at him. Then the meaning of his words penetrated her good spirits and she accelerated into hyper-drive to get herself ready in time.

Later, they followed the porter with their bags out to the platform. The train was made up of long silver rail cars, with some double deck cars with observation canopies. As I walked along, I noticed that the mirror finish windows allowed the interior of each compartment to be visible from the outside only if the interior lights were on. The cars stood gently humming and travelers and those seeing them off were still milling around on the platform as the porter guided us to our car and helped us aboard.

We entered our compartment and found a 14 x7 suite with a table and two armchairs next to two large picture windows. It appeared that they made the suite by combining two smaller compartments as there were two wash basins and two toilets in the suite. There were also two lower beds so no one had to sleep in an upper. The porter informed us that this was a top-of-the-line suite, and we should thoroughly enjoy the trip across the country.

As we settled in, the speaker came alive with the announcement for all guests to board and all visitors to leave because the train will depart in two minutes. There was a shuffle of activity in the passageway as people complied with the direction. After the traditional “All ‘boaaard,” the powerful engines increased their roar and began to move the heavy train out of the terminal.

With slowly increasing speed the train moved through the suburbs of Niagara Falls and out into the more rural areas of Ontario. They were now passing farmlands and vineyards as they headed west. Marjorie was working to organize their clothes in the limited storage space of the compartments, but when she had finished, she found Walter had dozed off watching scenery outside the window. She decided to change into a light and flowery summer dress before lunch.

“Wake up, darling.” Marjorie gentle shook Walter awake. Walter woke up unsure of where he was, but a look around the compartment and the rhythmic rumble of the train on the track reminded him where he was.

“It’s lunch time, my husband,” she purred as she leaned over to kiss him. As she leaned forward, he saw she had changed into a dress while he had napped, and her beauty caused a faint tingling in his groin. The dress was an abstract flower design that set off her mocha skin and brown eyes. The scoop neckline was conservative while she stood, but as she bent over to kiss him, he could see she wore no bra to contain her firm breasts. The dress reached to just above her knees and had a short slit up the back to nearly the top of her thigh. She wore no stockings and some platform casual sandals that raised her ass just like her high heels. He moaned as she teased him with her kiss. She broke the kiss and pulled him to his feet, leading him out of the compartment and to the dining car.

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Gay Awakening

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His freshly shaven balls felt so nice in my mouth. I could feel his seed filling them up. I had poured honey over them earlier and the sweet never added to his balls. I inhaled the scent of his liquid soap as well. He used ocean breeze and it agreed with his body chemistry. His cock kept bobbing on the end of my forehead and I sucked his nads.

I worked my way up the underside of his shaft, feeling the veins throb as he got harder. Taking his cock head in my mouth, I went slow and easy as this was my first time sucking another man’s cock. I ran my teeth gently over the head as I took him a little bit deeper in my mouth. He moaned “are you sure this is your first time?” he grunted as I sucked him in another little bit.

I just hummed “uh huh “as I sucked him harder. He shoved his cock deeper into my mouth and I gagged. He was average if you call six inches average.

Before I went to real time, I had practiced Eskort Bayan on bananas, cucumbers, and male shaped dildos before. I had only gotten up to 3 inches. But this was real it throbbed in my mouth. His precum coated the inside of my mouth. He grabbed the back of head and pushed hard into me with a grunt and blew his load in my mouth. His hot seed seemed to be never ending. It was salty and sweet. But then again, he was young dumb and full of fun. Oops or he was before I sucked him off.

He rubbed his dripping meat over my face and slapped it on my forehead. He laughed and said, “I anoint you a fag cocksucker!”

I laughed with him as some if his sperm dripped off my chin. I felt so good to become aware of this sexual side of me. It may have been my first suck job, but I got a strong feeling it wasn’t to be my last, in face my 25 year old stud, stroked his hard cock and it was nice and hard again. That is the thing bout young men, they could get hard at a moment’s notice,

He grabbed my face and pushed his cock down my throat again.

This time I got into a dream space and thought back about fifteen years ago, How I had been in a yahoo chat room. Yes, that is how far back this was taking shape. A guy whispered me and asked if I was gay I was like “NO!”

But he said we could just talk for a bit,. Yes, it was calm talk for a bit, but then he started talking sex. I was amazed at how hard I got, my cock throbbed like never. When I came it was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. He left shortly after that probably cause his wife came home Typical troll. get his nut and leave

I saw him again and I asked if we could chat again, but he said he was busy, I was disappointed. But I did find someone who as more willing than he. It was in Hotmail chat and this guy and I started talking and we agreed to Sunday morning stroke offs on cam. Hey once you open Pandora’s box.

So, we would turn out our cams and he would show me his nine inches of smooth cock. He would stroke on cam and I did too. He would come and then leave. Yes, a pattern. This went on for a couple of months and one Sunday he wasn’t there. Heartbroken yes cause no one else could do to me what he did. It was such a pretty cock.

So, I roamed the rooms, and someone told me of Silver daddies chat. That was fun for a bit, but again trolls galore.

But I knew I wanted not cam or cyber. So, this is when I met this young stud. He was local, and we met for coffee We sort of hit it off and well here we are

Me sucking his sweet young cock and him gladly giving me his huge loads. I am so eager to receive his sperm, I think if I was a woman I would be a full time pregnant slut. I love sperm that much and yes, his sperm is so creamy, I wonder can you freeze it and make sperm ice cream.

Oh well back to sucking my 25 year old stud!

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Blue Eyes, Blue Uniform Ch 04

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I looked at Dave and noticed his Zombie like stare. I ask him what was wrong. He just sat there with no expression on his face looking straight ahead.

I noticed a half empty bottle of Crown Royal on the table next to his recliner. I could see tears trickle down his face as he mumbled ” I’m sorry, guess I got what I deserve.”

Not sure what he was getting at I ask him several times what he meant. He would only shake his head and repeat how sorry he was.

I wondered if he knew about Allen and I. What was he getting at? I figured it best to just leave him alone. I walked upstairs and peeled off my yoga pants and sports bra. I could smell Allen’s scent on me. I knew I needed to clean up. I settled into a hot bubble bath. Laying in the tub I closed my eyes and dreamed about the amazing sex I had just had.

As I was getting lost with visions of Allen and I in my head I heard the creaking of the stairs. It was Dave slowly walk up them.

He stood in the doorway, saying several times how sorry he was. I begged him to please tell me what he meant. He slowly walked away into our bedroom.

I knew I needed to make a decision. Either stay with my husband or separate. I figured in my mind if he knew about Allen he would have said something. I wanted to call Angie and speak to her but I knew she wouldn’t be much help. She to had been burned by her husband cheating which lead to their divorce. She had a man hating attitude at the moment. Yes, she dated a lot but quickly disposed of them after she had her way with them. I really didn’t have anyone else to speak to. My family would disown me if I mentioned anything about an affair and possible divorce.

I let the tub drain and dried off. Not sure of what to expect when I entered the bedroom. As I walked in I saw Dave reading his phone. He looked over at me and then back at the phone. He laid it down on his nightstand, turned away from me and didn’t say a word. Within a few minutes I heard him snoring lightly. I laid there wondering what was wrong with my husband.

I barely slept and awoke when Dave did at 6am to get ready for work. I ask him what he meant last night by saying he was sorry. He simply stated ” I will tell you when the time is right.”

He left for work as I showered and prepared myself for the day. I knew I had told him to take care of the issue with his mistress but now my curiosity got the best of me. I logged into our phone account online and looked at Dave’s call log. I did notice one number that had sent him several text messages last night. I called the number and a female voice answered. I told her who I was and ask what connection she had with Dave.

She stated she knew Dave very well and giggled. I ask her what very well meant and she laughed again. She told me to ask Dave and hung up. I called back but it went straight to voicemail with a female voice saying simply “Leave a message.”

This angered and upset me. I called Dave at work, which is a rare thing. I always let him be while at work. I told him I called his mistress and she and I talked.

He was silent for several seconds. He said “We will talk tonight.” and hung up.

I had told myself I would let Dave handle this matter but with his lack of communication and arrogance of his mistress I felt like taking matters into my own hands. I text Dave and told him we were gonna figure out this mess tonight when he got home. He replied with OK.

Around 6pm I became nervous knowing Dave would be home any second. I heard the garage door open and Bayan Escort his truck pull in. I waited and waited for what seemed like forever but Dave had not entered the kitchen yet. I opened the door and saw him sitting in his truck talking on his cell phone. I could hear anger in his voice. When he saw me he put up his hand as if to stop me. He talked for a few more moments and hung up. He got out of his truck and slammed the door angrily. He stomped in the house. I followed him in but did not say a word.

Dave took off his sports coat and sat at the table with his hands over his face. He told me to sit down and listen. As I sat he proceeded to tell me that he had created a mess by having an affair and possibly impregnating his coworker. He said he could not reveal her name but that she was in her mid twenties. He then told me that she was unsure if he was the father and that he had feelings for her.

My fear of him knowing about Allen and I subsided but my anger grew. My husband had been fucking some young slut. What was wrong with me I thought. Am I to old, fat, unattractive? What was wrong with me? My gorgeous neighbor seemed to be into me but not my husband. Had I failed in keeping my husband’s attention?

Dave went on to explain that the affair started two years ago. He and his young mistress went out for drinks after work one evening. He said she made him feel young again and couldn’t resist her. Now she had confided to him that she hadn’t been using protection and was dating other men without his knowledge. This whole situation was starting to sound like a Jerry Springer show love triangle. How had my life got to this.

I ask Dave to choose between the kids and I or her. In a poker face he said he couldn’t do that right now.

My heart felt like I had been stabbed. I and the kids weren’t enough for him? He would rather have a cheating slut than his family?

In my sadness I had a couple vodka and cranberries. I felt sad but relaxed. I knew then and there the only way to get my mind off of this was to see Allen. The revengeful female side of me was starting to grow and the alcohol only made it worse.

I told Dave I was leaving and left the house and didn’t know when I would be back. He didn’t seem concerned. I could tell he was hurt that his little mistress had betrayed him. I now know why he was crying the night before saying he got what he deserved.

I drove to a local strip mall. I went into Kohl’s wanting to buy some clothes. I did hear a siren and wondered if it was Allen responding to a emergency. I text and ask him if he was ok and he replied “Yes, whats up?”

I wanted to be better than Dave but my emotions got the best of me. I text Allen again and said “We need to talk.”

Allen replied that he was at work and his shift ended at 11pm. I ask if he had plans afterwards and he playfully responded “My plans can be YOU.”

I shopped awhile and then went to a bookstore. I very much anticipated seeing Allen and kept looking at my watch hoping the time would fly by. Around 10:30 Allen text saying “Call if you can.”

When I called his deep sexy voice answered by saying “Hello beautiful.” How sweet of him. He was either playing off my emotions or maybe he really meant it. He told me he had reports to finish and would not be done by 11 o’clock but to come by his station if I wanted.

I drove to the police station and walked into the main lobby. A few minutes later Allen came through a door and told me to follow him. We walked into a room where I saw other officers sitting behind computers completing reports. I was shocked when Allen introduced me to his coworkers. In no way shape or form was I comparable to the blonde model looking dispatcher I saw him with a couple nights earlier. I was flattered that he would do such a thing. In all my years of marriage Dave never introduced me to one coworker.

He told me he was taking me on a tour of the station. We went to every area and he explained the duties of each division. He made sure to introduce me as his neighbor friend to each person we passed. I felt proud that he would do such a thing. When we finished touring the top floor of the building he took me to the stairwell. When the door shut he grabbed me and kissed me with intense passion. After all the chaos this day had provided me I nearly melted.

Allen asked if I wanted to do something crazy. I ask him what it was. He simply said “Follow me.” We went back into the top floor area where he lead me to a door. I thought it was a closet but when he opened it I saw a built in wall ladder. He started climbing it and opened a hatch that lead to the roof. I wasn’t sure if I could climb it but I gave it my best shot. As I neared the top Allen reached down and helped me up on the roof.

I felt like a teenage girl sneaking around behind my parents back. He told me that many officer’s had used the roof area for romantic rendevousz but that he had yet to do it. I ask him with all his years of service why he hadn’t.

He replied, “Haven’t had the right gal to do it with.” Such a charmer he was. All my thoughts of Dave and his mistress went away.

We sat like two teens in the middle of the roof. The building was four stories high and it sat on a hill providing a great view for miles. Allen took off his duty belt, vest, & uniform top along with his undershirt. His chiseled body looked so sexy with only his uniform pants and boots on. I stood up and wrapped my arms around him, pressing my chest into his. My hands rubbed his smooth, shaved head. I looked up into his eyes as he stared down into mine. My heart was beating 100 mph.

Allen leaned down and kissed me slowly. His kisses were so full of passion. I instantly became wet. I reached down and undid his pants, kneeling down I slid his pants and underwear to his knees. His dick was already standing at attention. I took that beautiful dick and started sucking on it nice and slow. Making a “pop” sound each time I pulled it out of my mouth. I licked every inch of his big shaft as he moaned and grabbed the back of my hair pulling me downward on it and poking the back of my throat. I gagged a couple of times so he let off and let me be in control.

While he throat fucked me I untied his boots and helped him step out of them and pulled his uniform pants and underwear off. I took off my shirt and shorts, Allen undid my bra and nearly ripped off my panties. I braced myself against a air vent as he entered me from behind. The stretching of my pussy felt amazing. I was so wet that he went in with one stroke. He stood still and let me push back into him every so slowly. As his hand began to tickle my clit my first orgasm began to make my legs tremble. The slow strokes and tickling my clit were different from the hard pounding he had giving me twice before.

Allen turned me around and lead me to the edge of the building. There was a wall about four foot high that surrounded the edge of the station. He had me lean against the edge while he fucked me from behind once more. My tits swung wildly as he started fucking me with aggression.

I could see people walking on the town square across the street. They had no idea two people were fucking almost right above them for all to see. I was thought for sure they could hear my moans but the pleasure was so good that I could care less if they saw us. This risky pseudo public sex was a major turn on for me. After several orgasms Allen had me turn around and lean back against the wall.

As I leaned back against the wall he lifted my legs so I could use the wall as support. He slid his magic dick into me and would push it as far into me as he could go and slowly pull it out. This sensation felt like a massage inside my pussy.

Allen continued to do this for what seemed like a eternity. The whole time he stared at me with those blue eyes telling me how beautiful I was. His arms were flexed from holding me up. How could I get so lucky, having this strikingly handsome man with a perfect body and big dick fucking me making me feel like I was the only girl in the world. I came several more times as he fucked me slow while leaning forward to give me long deep kisses.

I ask him if he was ready to cum.

He smiled and said “Not yet, I want to enjoy more of you.” His stamina and endurance were over the top. We had been fucking for nearly ten minutes when he pulled out of me and said he had another idea. He gently let me down and we walked to our piles of clothes. Allen put on his pants and undershirt and told me to get put on my shirt and shorts but not worry about my bra and panties.

We then climbed down the ladder and onto the top floor. He lead me into a room with a several tables. Allen said this was the training room. He began undressing so I knew this was my cue to do the same. I ask him if anyone would come up here. He said this floor was pretty much vacant after 6pm and assured me no one would be up here.

After we got undressed he gave me another long deep kiss. I reached down and stroked his big cock back to life. I rubbed my pussy and used the juices as a lubricant for his dick while I stroked it. This made me feel in control, something Dave never let me do. I continued stroking Allen while he juggled and kiss my big tits.

He then turned around, grabbed and chair and pushed it into against a wall. He sat down and guided me onto him. I slowly sat down on his huge cock, I decided I was going to give him the fuck of his life. I placed my hands on his shoulders and began grinding up and down on his dick as fast and as hard as I could.

Allen said “Fuck me baby, get that pussy off.” As he grabbed my right breast and bit on the nipple ever so gently. I continued to ride him and bucked as wild as I could. My tits and hair were flailing about. I felt his cock begin to twitch as he began shooting his hot cum up inside of me. I continued to grind pushing my clit into his mid section until I felt shocks go through my body. I collapsed on top of him. He giggled and said “I knew you had that in you.”

I sat on his lap while he stroked my hair. I could feel his cum and my juices leaking out of me. He told me how sexy I was and how lucky Dave was to have me for a wife.

I told Allen that Dave barely knew I existed. I was his maid and that was about it. I wanted to tell him about the mistress but didn’t feel that the time was right.

We got dressed and left the building. Allen walked me to my SUV and gave me a strong hug and another powerful kiss. He then looked me in the eye and said “Make some time where we can possibly go on a real date, I want to have a serious talk with you.”

He smiled and walked away.

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Friendly Foursome

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The guys are both dressed in button-up shirts, Ken’s is a deep purple color, you get to pick Mike’s, and jeans. The girls each have jeans and a rather low-cut shirt, mine is black, you get to pick yours, Steph. I’ll also be wearing a tight, black pushup bra and thong, but you don’t know that.

We pick you guys up and head out for the night. So we figure we’ll go have a nice steak dinner at Outback or Longhorn or some other steak place in Charleston, we’ll chat and catch up, have a few drinks, just have a great time all around. Then we’ll catch a movie or something, a nice light-hearted romantic comedy, perhaps. We all get into the car, and we’re laughing and carrying on…the two of us are in the front seat, while you two get the back to yourselves.

My hand rests on Ken’s lap, grazing up and down, you two are cuddled up on each other…Ken starts to get hard, and we can see the outline of his cock through his jeans…you grab Mike’s dick through his pants, and start to rub it…we’re just casually carrying on conversation…Ken keeps driving until we get to Embassy Suites, then he and I get out of the car.

“Ummmm, what are we doing, guys?” you ask.

“Come on in, you’ll see, we just wanted to hang out and relax a bit more…we got room 316.” I say.

You two look at each other and Mike shrugs, so you follow us. We head up to our room. Ken opens the door and we go in. The living room of the suite is simple, with a nice couch, a table, a couple of lamps, and a television. On the table you see Ken’s tie collection, about 10 in all. The two of you settle down in the living room as we excuse ourselves for a moment. Turn on the TV, maybe pull up a nice porn movie or something.

“Hey guys, come on in here,” Ken calls from the bedroom.

As you walk in you see our toy collection lined up on the dresser, the king size bed takes up most of the room, with two chairs at the foot of the bed. Ken is sitting in the far one, I motion for Mike to sit in the nearer one. I hand them each a drink, “We’ll be right back, guys” I grab you by the hand and pull you to the side, whispering in your ear…

“I thought maybe we could tie them down, so the two of us could have some fun..” I gently nibble on your ear lobe, and you start to giggle. “You have to convince Mike that it’s okay,” I say. You nod eagerly and walk over to Mike, whispering something or other in his ear, he agrees fairly quickly. I bring in the ties, and we bind his hands behind the chair, and tie his legs to a chair leg each, so that his legs are slightly spread. You straddle his lap and kiss him deeply, then give him a peck on the forehead, as we move over and tie Ken to his chair in the same manner. I kiss him and give his cock a nice squeeze.

Then I reach behind your head and pull you into me for a deep kiss. Our tongues flirting with each other, slipping in and exploring each others’ mouths…deeper….I let out a soft moan as you bite my lower lip. I reach my hand up under your shirt, feeling the edges of your bra, running my hand over your breasts and stomach, I lean forward and kiss your neck as I whisper in your ear “you can do whatever you want to me.”

Your eyes snap open, and you shove me down onto the bed. You peel off your shirt, revealing your bra. I laugh and take off my shirt, tossing it to the side. You crawl up on top of me, shoving your tits into my face, as I kiss, suck, and savor them. I reach behind you and unclasp your bra, and toss it over onto Mike. Both of the men have raging hard-ons, throbbing in their jeans. I suck on your left nipple, then your right, as you arch your back and moan, mixed with a small giggle. I pull you in for a great kiss, then press your head down to my boobs. I reach under my back and undo my bra clasps, and toss it to Ken. As you tease me, I let out little gasps of pleasure, moans, writhing under you.

I roll you over and climb on top of you, kissing you. I unfasten your jeans, then mine, then go back to kissing you. Then I get off of you, and slide down my pants, bending over right in front of the boys, slowly revealing my ass in that tight thong. I invite you to do the same, revealing your cute little butt, and your underwear. The guys have a sharp intake of breath almost simultaneously.

“Oh, wow, Steph,” Ken says.

“I know, right, honey?” I respond.

I saunter over to the dresser, running my hands over all of our toys. I start tossing them onto the bed: my jackrabbit, a big thing of lube [just in case], the borrowed doubleheader, and my strap-on harness with the dildo of Ken’s cock. Then the anal beads as an after thought, with a sneaky smile. “Which one do we want to try first?” I ask.

“Hmmm, I think I want to try out the jackrabbit…” as a small smile crosses your face.

“Alright, whatever you want”

I take the jackrabbit and turn it on, the clit stimulator vibrating as the dick starts to rotate and writhe. I lay kisses all over your stomach and thighs, pulling down your panties, revealing your tight, pink pussy. I suck on the vibrator, getting it nice and wet, although it looks like you won’t need it. I ease it into you, letting the dildo rotate inside Bayan Eskort of you, pressing over every inch of your tight cunt. Then, it slides all the way in, the vibrating clit stimulator reaches your clit, sending a spasm of pleasure all through your body, which should have been brief, but it keeps on going. I leave the toy inside you, enjoying your facial expressions and your loud moans. You call my name as I suck at your tits. “How quickly do you cum, Steph, sweetie?”

“OHH, Tabitha!”

“How do you like the view, gentlemen?”

They’re slightly dumbstruck, only making low guttural growls of desire. “Umm, Tabitha? I think these pants are getting a little tight..” says Ken. As I nibble on your neck, the toy still pulsing inside you and on your clit. “What do you think, Steph, should we give the boys some space, to..umm..hang out?” “Ohhh, yes! Oh God, I’m gonna cum!! It feels soo good..” I love hearing you cum. I watch you spasm, shaking, thrashing around on the bed. I slide the vibrator out and let you bask in the after glow for a few minutes.

I hop off the bed and walk over to the boys, going over to Ken, kissing his neck, then say, “Alright boys, since you just couldn’t keep your cocks in your pants, we’re going to have to balance things out a bit, you have to be blindfolded now.” I bend over and slide my thong off right in his face. I take a tie and wrap it around Ken’s eyes, then I straddle his lap and start to unbutton his shirt, kissing down his chest, I feel his huge cock pressing against me, longing for release. I slide off of him and get down on my knees, unbuttoning his pants, tugging them down his legs. His dick is lifting the right leg of his boxers up, straining against the silk. I see that you have gotten up and blindfolded Mike and that you’re in the process of disrobing him as well. You look so hot kneeling in front of him, naked, freeing his big cock. As it comes out of his boxers, it looks soo nice, and I let out a little hiss. You look over and see me with Ken’s massive dong in my hands, and I see your eyes take it in for the first time in real life. I smile and say, “I think the boys are okay for now, shall we get back to business?”

Then I give Ken’s cock a quick suck, you know, just a few deep bobs to get him nice and wet and excited, and stand up. I notice you going to town on Mike’s big dick, slurping on it then sucking his balls while you jerk him. I walk over and get on the floor with you and pull you away for a long, deep kiss. I can taste his cock in your mouth, and you can probably taste Ken’s in mine. I pull away, “I want you so bad, right now.” I stick one of my fingers into your tight little pussy and start wriggling it just so. I feel your knees start to buckle and I giggle. We fall back onto the bed, my finger still inside you, exploring you. “I’m soo horny!” You climb on top of me and lower your pussy to my face, and lick my clit, in a perfect 69. I immediately start going to town, licking your pussy, flicking my tongue across your clit, fingering you, first just the one, then adding another. Licking your clit while I pound my fingers in and out of you, while your tongue dances across my clit. I feel your fingers pressing into my cunt, two fingers at once, and I throw my head back and let loose a loud moan. All the while we are moaning and gasping. “Do you like my fingers in your pussy, Steph?”

“OH yeah! How does my tongue feel on your clit, Tabitha? Are you a dirty little slut?”

“OH FUCK YES I AM!!” I feel the beginnings of my orgasm building, until it just flies out of me…my legs clench around your head and my tongue goes absolutely wild on your clit and as mine starts to decline you scream out yours. “I’M CUMMMINGG”

You climb off me. We lay there, shaking. We both came so hard. I’m panting, my orgasm just totaled my brain, and I can’t even think straight. When my head starts to clear, I sit up, and see you with the dildo strapped on, sticking proudly out from your crotch. “Are you going to be my good little slut and suck my cock?” you ask. “Oh, yeah….I think I can do that….” I crawl over to you on all fours, grasping that oh-so familiar dick, running my tongue up the bottom of the shaft, circling the head, sliding it into my mouth…all the while maintaining eye contact with you. I can tell you are getting turned on, your little wiggles and giggles, plus how wet the bottom of the harness is getting. “Do you like having your cock sucked, Stephanie?” I ask as I jerk your cock. “Oh yes, I do, but now I want to see what it’s like to fuck someone with my big, fat cock…”

“Oh hell yeah,” I reply, “how do you want me?” “Doggystyle.” I instantly get on all fours, showing you my pussy and ass, waiting for your cock. As you’re climbing into position, I shake my ass for you…then I feel a quick flash across it when you give me a nice spank…”ooooooh, more of that! Yes, Stephanie, smack my ass! Spank your naughty whore!” As you slide that big fake cock slowly into my tight little pussy, I moan, this is my favorite feeling in the world, feeling Ken’s huge dick enter me, I know it so well, every vein, and to have you piloting it is just amazing…I’m staring directly at our bound boys, each with a big, tasty cock throbbing at our sounds, but unable to do anything about it. I can’t take it, I push myself HARD back onto your cock, “FUCK ME!!!” Then you giggle, but you ram that thing home, oh god yes, you do. Fuck me, Stephanie, pound my pussy, give me that dick. Do you like being the man, fucking all the whores you can find? [I’m not saying that in the fantasy, but I want you to answer, hehe] God it feels so good, fuck me! “Oh sweet god Steph, fuck my pussy..OH AH, yes! Oh Shit! Fuck! Fuck! * MOAN *” “Yeah, slut, take my big dick, you like that fat cock inside of you, don’t you?”

“Oh Stephanie, fuck my please, harder! Give me that cock! POUND MY FUCKING PUSSY!” You get to the point where you are just slamming the dildo into my pussy, then you slide a finger into my ass. “Oh yes, fucking right!” I’m bucking against your dick and fingers, moaning, the guys don’t even know what to think. “Give me another finger, baby” You slide another one into my tight butt, it starts to send me over the edge, I can’t hold myself up any more. I’m shaking as you keep pounding your cock into me, just as fast and hard as before. “Okay, okay, I can’t take it anymore….oh god.” As you pull it out of me, I collapse onto the bed.

I roll over and look at you above me, that thick cock sticking out from you…literally dripping wet with my pussy juice. It needs cleaned off. I unfasten the dildo, then jump on top of you, pushing you down to the bed, I press it into your mouth. I lean down…”how does it taste?” “mmph” I pulse it in and out of your mouth, your saliva mixing with my pussy juice on that big ass dick. As I do this, I unfasten the harness and toss it to the side. “We’re gonna have some fun now” I pull the dildo from your mouth, and kiss you, slowly, teasingly, taunting your tongue with mine. Then you feel the head of the dong pressing into your pussy. “Oh my, aren’t we tight? Well Ken and I figured out how to solve that..” I press the cock deep into you, not too fast, but it is unyielding. I love the way your back arches as it fills you. “oh yeah, you like that don’t you slut? Why don’t you masturbate with it for me? Get on all fours like you’re getting it doggystyle, oh yeah…” You immediately obey, getting into position and gliding that cock in and out of yourself.

I sneak off the bed, and take the blindfold off of Mike, letting him see you like that, masturbating, covered in sweat and…other liquids….then I slide the blindfold back over his eyes and retie it. Then I do the same for Ken, letting him appreciate the view. I cover his eyes back up and walk over to you again, I pick up the anal beads, stick them in my mouth, roll them about with my tongue, then I pull them out one by one, nice and wet. Then I spread your tight ass cheeks, and give your little hole a few good licks, then press the beads slowly into your ass, each one a little bigger than the last. “ooooooooo” Once they’re all in I smack your tight ass and take the dildo from you, pushing it in deep, deep, then I fuck you with it, loving the tension in your legs, loving the sounds you make. I hope you like the way it feels inside of you, with your ass and pussy full at the same time, getting fucked while those beads stretch your ass. “Fucking take it.” I lower myself under you and lick your clit as I shove the dong into you. It sends you totally over the edge. “OH GOD!!! FUCK YES!!!” [<--That's what I hope you sound like, would love to hear what you actually sound like when you cum one day. Even if it is just a recording or over the phone. -Tabitha] As you cum I slide the anal beads out of your ass, with each pop adding a rush to your orgasm. One you’re done cumming and bucking and thrashing and having among the best orgasms of your life :-D, and you can move again, we sit up against the headboard, leaning on each other, looking at our men, all tied up with two big cocks just hanging out, looking so nice and tasty. “What should we do about them?” I ask. “Well, I think by now they deserve a little bit of fun, don’t you think?” “Yeah, don’t they look great like that, though?” Their cocks are twitching as we talk about them. Damn, two cocks over eight inches long. Mike’s is a bit longer and Ken’s is thicker, but those are two big, tasty looking dicks. “So what are we gonna do for them? Do you want to untie them and fuck them or leave them tied up and just suck their cocks or maybe just give them a handjob?” “Hmmm, I don’t know…..I’ve never seen his dick this hard before…” “Oh, that’s because I slipped them each a half of a viagra in their drinks. I thought it would make for entertainment all night long.” “WHAT?!” From all three of you. “Oh yeah, I want dicks that are gonna be really hard for a really long time.” “well damn if it didn’t work…” I quietly whisper to you”so….ummmmm…Stephanie…you really know how to pick your guys….I was wondering how you might feel about sharing? Ken and I already decided that it would be okay to go oral only wife swap on this….” “ummm, hell yeah!” “So, shall we start by sharing your boy?” “Oh yes….should we let Ken watch?” “I hadn’t really thought of that option, but yeah, sure, we can let him watch his wife be a horny little slut.” We turn Ken’s chair so that he is looking straight at Mike and unblindfold him. “How you doing baby?” “I’m hard as a fucking rock, because somebody was a very naughty girl and tied me down and gave me viagra. As soon as I get untied, somebody (then he looks at you) somebodies are going to be in for a spanking.” “Well, if that’s the case, we better make sure we deserve it, huh, Steph?” “Oh yes, but (whisper) let’s surprise Mike. Leave him blindfolded for now.” “No problem” “Are you ready for me to suck your cock, baby?” “Oh yeah, go on sweetie, take this thing off so I can watch you suck me off,” Mike replies. “MMMM, not just yet.” You get on your knees in front of him, taking your husband’s cock in your hands, slowly stroking, you cup his balls with the other hand, rolling and squeezing. A soft moan escapes his mouth, his cock twitching in your hands. Then slowly you run your tongue up the underside of his shaft, flicking it off at the head. Then you slide your mouth up over the head of his cock, and down his cock, slowly taking it all into your mouth, as deep as you can go. God the way your soft lips slide over his big cock just drives me wild. I really want a taste. I nibble your neck as you slide back off his cock, then I slide my mouth over it. This is the only dick I’ve ever had in my mouth other than Ken’s, and it’s different. My tongue traces different veins on the way down, and I can take it all in my mouth without breaking my jaw. When I reach the base, I suck hard, contracting my throat around his dick, then I pull off, leaving his long dick sopping wet. Right then you whisper in his ear, “That’s not me, baby.” as you pull off his blindfold. His dick twitches, he hasn’t had enough to cum yet, but that gave him a nice jolt. “MMM, you’ve got one tasty cock, Mike.” I start jacking him furiously, using all the tricks you sent me in that first email. I work his cock like a pepper grinder, twisting my hands back and forth as I move them up and down his shaft. A good twist around his head, then I lean my mouth down and take one of his nuts into my mouth, gently suckling it, tugging it with my mouth. You kneel down beside me, and we kiss, just with Mike’s cock in the middle…our tongues flirting about, touching one another as we slide up and down his cock. “Do you like having two girls suck your big dick, Mike.” “Oh yes baby, suck it harder.” I let you slide down his shaft, as I suck on his balls, one then the other, caressing them, tickling them. I get up and press my tits into his face, pulling his head down, making him suck on my nipples. “Oooo, yes, this is getting my pussy all wet.” I reach down and play with your hair as you blow him. I come back down, alternating with you, one sucking his cock, the other focusing on his balls. I feel his cock begin to tremble, his balls tighten. We both know what is coming. I pull my mouth up off his cock and begin to stroke it quickly. You lift your head from his balls, smiling at me, you reach one hand in to play with his balls while I pump his huge rod, bringing him closer and closer to cumming. He says, “Oh god, oh god, holy fucking shit, get ready. I’m cummmmiinnngg.” Then it bursts out of his cock, spraying both of us with thick, hot cum. His cock twitches and starts to go limp then almost immediately hardens again. I pull you towards me and lick his cum up off your chest and neck, getting every last drop, then I run my finger through some of it that is on me, gathering it, and you suck it off of my finger before getting the rest with your tongue. Your tongue feels so good lapping up your husbands cum off of my skin. You kiss me, and when your tongue explores me mouth I can taste his salty load on it. “ahem…” Ken’s cock is twitching….it’s so swollen and thick, the viagra is making the veins in his dick even more noticeable. I crawl over to it and begin to worship it with my tongue, ever so slowly tracing each vein, teasing him. As I gently tease him, you kiss Mike and saunter over to Ken, then you walk in a circle around him, then you grab his chin, make him look you in the eyes and say “I am going to make you cum so hard you won’t know your name.” His cock jumps, the way it does when he’s excited. You drop to your knees and notice a little bit of precum dribbling down the head and you lick it up. My tongue continues its slow journey all around his huge shaft, until I trace downwards and take one of his nuts into my mouth, tenderly grazing it with my teeth. I know what he likes. As soon as my tongue leaves his shaft, I see you lower your lips to his head, stretching your mouth, trying to take it all in, you slide down his member, but it grows thicker, about halfway down it just gets so thick that your mouth can’t take it all in. His eyes are about to pop about of his skull watching you suck him. “MMM, look at you, Ken, you’ve wanted this one for a long time, haven’t you?” “Oh yes,” he replies. I place my hand on the back of your head, pushing you down further onto his cock, giving you encouragement, “Yeah, Steph, suck that fat cock, you like the way it stretches your mouth, don’t you?”

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My sex toy collection is huge, isn’t it? I thought you might like to see it. I’ve tried pretty much everything. Look at how big this yellow one is. I bet you’d like to watch me play with it. You would?

You’re so sweet.

I have a better idea.

How would you like to be my little toy today?

You would?

Put your hand on your cock, over your clothes.

This is mine.

I’ll tell you when to take it out.

This isn’t your cock anymore, it’s my little plaything.

Take your hand off and get some lube. I’ll wait.

Undo your pants and bring my toy out for me.

Isn’t it wonderful? I just got it. I love how thick it is, just right for my pussy whenever I’m feeling a little horny at work or after watching a romantic movie in bed, I can just pull it out and fuck it whenever I want.

Put some lube on my toy for me.

I like it nice and wet for my pussy so it slips right in. Make sure you get every part of it nice and slick, rub it all over for me, slowly so I can watch.

Good boy.

This is a very special toy, it throbs and pulses realistically. I know, isn’t that amazing? I love how realistic it looks. It even feels warm when you touch it, feel? Give it a squeeze.

Now stroke my toy for me. I like to watch it get harder and harder for me. I only want it when it’s ready.

What’s that? You think you might come? Just from watching me play with my little fucktoy? You must be desperate for some pussy. You are not allowed to come. Do what I say and play with my toy for me.

That’s it, slide your hand over it, I want you to feel where it’s bigger, where it’s smaller, where it’s soft, where it’s hard. What do you like about my toy? I bet you wish I would play Escort Bayan with it for you. I’m sure you’d like to watch my toy disappear into my pussy.

But you have to get it ready for me, just like that, up and down.

Good boy, play with my sex toy while I watch. I bought and paid for it, I should get to enjoy it. Make your hand tighter, really feel the ridges of the veins, feel how it throbs under your hand. This is why it’s my favorite toy; it looks so good when somebody slides their hand up and down it, just like a real cock.

Watching you stroke has made my pussy so wet, bring it over here.

Stand here, by the bed.

I turn on my favorite music and leave you waiting while I use the bathroom. You slide your hand up and down my dildo while you wait for me to return.

I come back in lingerie that frames my bare pussy and get on all fours in front of you. You watch my ass line up with your stomach while you stroke, your belly fluttering as you get to see my pussy for the first time.

Now stop.

I reach down and grab my toy from your hands and begin to play with it at the opening of my pussy, sliding it in only a little, then back out. I rub it over my clit and moan.

You are so lucky to get to watch me play with my sex toys.

I slide my dildo in and my pussy softly envelops it. I begin to fuck my sex toy and you watch as my ass bounces in front of you, hands by your side. I squeeze my toy inside me, making it tighter as I fuck it down to the base.

You wish you could cum, watching this, don’t you?

But toys don’t get to choose, they have to obey.

Lie down on the bed.

I straddle you and sink down onto my favorite dildo, smiling. My tits are bouncing as I ride up and down on it. You can see my pussy lips parting around the shaft of my sex toy, its veins standing out, bending realistically as I lean back and fuck it from a different angle, rubbing it slowly against my g spot as it slides in and out.

I spend as long as I want playing with my toy. I stop and rub it against my clit, shaking it like a vibrator. I slide it into my ass and fill my pussy with another sex toy. I fuck them both until I start to get tired.

When I get tired, I feel a little bored.

This toy isn’t interesting me very much anymore.

If only it could do something different from the rest of my toys.

I pull it out and stare at it, then slide my dildo into my mouth and suck it clean.

I want to fill my pussy with my toy and make it cum. I want to squeeze these balls at the base like a little pump and make cum shoot out of it.

Do I want it in my pussy or to watch it squeeze out in my hand?

I decide I want it in my pussy and climb back on top.

I want you to make my sex toy come in me. I want this little dildo to cream inside my pussy. That would really make this toy the best dildo in my collection.

Cum for me.

I squeeze the balls and feel my toy squirt hot cum in me. I laugh as ream after ream of it spills inside me.

Wow, I definitely got my money’s worth on this one.

I think this is the best sex toy I’ve picked yet. It’s so disappointing when you spend so much money on one and they don’t deliver.

I squeeze the balls again and a little more cum trickles out, making my dildo shake.

I begin to rub it again and it shakes, vibrating as I palm the sensitive head and balls and rub it, hard.

I think I could use it again, my pussy feels ready.

My dildo is throbbing and turgid and shaking as I scrub at it with my closed fist.

I slip it back into my pussy and ride it, squeezing the balls tightly.

Now why can’t I get it to cum again? Maybe it resets on a timer? Maybe you have to fuck the balls back to fullness? I try it, sliding up and down as my toy shakes-I like the extra vibration.

I think I feel the balls filling again-they are drawing back up toward the base of my toy.

Giddy with excitement, I squeeze them as hard as I can and am rewarded with a deep spurt of cum. I laugh and take a picture for my friends, showing them the sticky toy and my sticky pussy.

“Best toy I’ve bought this year, 10/10 would recommend (eggplant)”

They send back eager texts. I tell them where they can find it.

I wipe my toy clean with a wet washcloth, but I want to see it come again. It is raw now, spent and tired but I am determined. I work at it with the rough washcloth as it shakes in my hand.

I sigh, feeling bored again.

Then I wonder what this cum tastes like.

I put the tip of the toy in my mouth and suck like a lollipop, letting it pop out of my mouth. It tastes good.

I pull it into my mouth and begin sucking on it, licking it. I like it. I squeeze the balls harder and harder but that only makes the toy vibrate more-I’ll have to remember that next time I use it in my pussy.

I slide my warm, soft mouth over it again and again, sucking and tasting. It tastes soft and sweet, not at all like plastic.

It comes in my mouth and I laugh, swallowing some, running the rest over my tongue before swallowing.

“It tastes good too,” I send them a picture of the spent toy, now lolling on my bed, my chin covered in dripping liquid.

You can put my toy away now.

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*Author’s Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

If male bisexuality offends you, hit your ‘Backspace’ Key now.

*****

Chapter 1-1st Saturday

Taylor White and her best friend Tyler Whitcomb tired of playing video games and decided to walk around the neighborhood.

“Yes, go outside, outside is good, get sun, fresh air,” Taylor’s mother Soong White shrilled.

The plump Asian-American girl shut the door on her mother’s complaints and she and Tyler aimlessly trudged west on Batio Street. The previously lower middle class neighborhood was seeing an upturn, thanks mainly to the opening of St. Elizabeth’s Trauma Center.

Taylor’s father, Norman White was an EMT for St. Elizabeth.

Tyler wasn’t sure what his father did, because he wasn’t sure who his father was. His mother had never met a cock she didn’t like. And her ovaries had never met a sperm cell it didn’t like.

He was the fifth boy out of eight children altogether, and was the sixth in line.

They stopped and watched a young man laboring in his front yard. The home had previously belonged to the Minzelle family. Taylor and Tyler had gone to school with Erica Minzelle, but had not been friends with her as she hung out with other Latins at Northside High School.

Then the police did a raid on the home and busted up Mr. Minzelle’s meth lab. Taylor and Tyler did not know what had become of Erica, nor did they care.

“Hey, how’s it going?” the man asked, smiling at the two eighteen year olds.

“Hey,” they both agreed.

“So, why you panting them holly bushes?” Taylor asked.

“Burglars don’t like having to go through holly bushes get to a window,” the young man explained.

“Oh, smart,” Tyler agreed, pulling up his sagging jeans.

“Name’s Justin Breaux,” the man said, brushing his blonde hair out of his eyes.

“Oh, well, I’m Taylor White; this is my best friend Tyler Whitcomb,” Taylor introduced them.

“Well, I’m just about finished up out here; was planning on going in and popping a brew,” Justin said, brushing the dirt from his hands. “Y’all want to come on in?”

“Sure,” Taylor answered for them.

“All right, I’ll go around back, get out of these filthy things and come open the front door, all right?” Justin said.

“Okay,” Tyler agreed and he and Taylor walked to the front door of the house.

It took about five minutes. Taylor was about to knock on the door when Justin opened it.

He had changed out of his jeans and tee shirt and was now wearing a robe that reached to just above his knees.

“Place is kind of a mess; just moved in and I’m still unpacking,” Justin apologized as he herded them to the kitchen area.

There was a small table and four chairs near the window and he waved them to that.

“Can’t even find the couch; I’ve got the window curtains draped over it,” Justin said as he grabbed three cans of St. Elizabeth’s Ale. “That’s my next project. Then I’ll finally be able to walk around my own house naked if I want to.”

Both Taylor and Tyler giggled slightly at that suggestion.

“Oh, hey, y’all are eighteen, right?” Justin asked as he put the cans of beer on the table.

“Yeah; we’re seniors over at Northside,” Taylor said.

“Graduate in about a week; can’t wait,” Tyler chimed in.

“Go Defenders,” Justin said. “Class of twenty ten.”

Taylor and Tyler looked at the blonde man. In his tee shirt and jeans, he had appeared to be muscular. Now, as his robe slipped slightly open, they could see that the handsome man did have a muscled chest. His thighs were also thick, muscular.

He was tall, at least six feet, two inches.

Tyler was trying desperately to push his slightly chubby belly into his chest; he did pushups and sit ups every morning. At five feet, ten inches, the red headed boy weighed one hundred and eighty three pounds.

Taylor was also a chubby girl. At only five feet tall, she weighed one forty five; genetics got some of the blame. Her father was also a little on the chubby side. Her mother’s love of sugary foods also did not help.

They chatted about school, about sports, about video games.

Then a clock chimed and Justin looked at his watch.

“Damn, well all right,” he sighed. “Break’s over. I need to get these curtains up sooner or later, might as well make it sooner.”

Oh, okay, you want help?” Tyler offered.

“No, no, but thanks,” Justin said, ushering them to the door.

“All right, thanks for the beer,” Tyler said.

“Hey, what Mass y’all go to?” Justin asked.

“Mass?” Tyler sneered.

“We don’t,” Taylor said.

“Well, I go to nine thirty at St. Patrick’s,” Justin said. “But why don’t y’all come over for lunch? I’ll grill up some tuna steaks, huh?”

“Sure,” both Tyler and Taylor agreed.

“Wear shorts,” Justin said, as he prepared to close the door.

“Shorts? Why?” Tyler asked.

“Because I like shorts,” Justin smiled, closing the door.

Chapter 2-1st Sunday.

Taylor only had one pair of shorts her mother Eskort Kız would let her leave the house in; they reached almost to her knees. Tyler’s mother wouldn’t care if Tyler left the house dressed in nothing but a catcher’s mask.

“You know, Tyler, you got a cute butt,” Taylor teased as they meandered toward Justin’s house.

“Thanks,” Tyler smiled, pleased at the praise. “Like yours too.”

“Mine is just fat, Tyler,” Taylor corrected.

“Yeah, well, most Asian girls don’t have nothing back there,” Tyler said.

“And I got way too much,” Taylor said.

Justin was dressed in snug black nylon shorts and tight tank top and both Taylor and Tyler admired his muscled body.

“And as you can see, I got the curtains up,” he said as they walked toward the rear patio.

“Yeah, did you walk around naked?” Tyler asked and Taylor giggled.

“Did I walk around naked?” Justin whooped, putting a friendly arm around Tyler’s waist. “No, Buddy Boy, I went in every room and did a hula dance in all my naked glory.”

“Damn, where’s my camera?” Taylor joked.

“I want pictures too,” Tyler said, then almost gasped.

He hoped Justin and Taylor would think he was just kidding.

“And I’ve got some squash and zucchini and cherry tomatoes,” Justin said, pointing to the skewers on the grill. “You want those steaks rare, medium rare, or medium?”

“I like steaks well done, almost burnt,” Tyler said.

“Cow, maybe, but these are tuna,” Justin smiled. “Anything past medium and they’re ruined.

“Medium,” Taylor decided.

“Same,” Tyler shrugged.

Within a few moments of entering the house, they were seated at the table, enjoying the meal.

Tyler had to admit, any further cooked than medium and the fish would have been inedible.

“Now what?” Taylor asked as she put her plate in the dishwasher.

“Was going to tear up that ugly ass linoleum,” Justin pointed to the kitchen and dining room floor. “Got some blonde ash hardwood on order; should be here by Friday. But seriously? Feel kind of lazy right now. Probably just smoke a bowl.”

“Smoke a what?” Tyler asked, bending to put his dish into the dishwasher.

“Wow, Tyler, cute butt,’ Justin said.

“Uh, thanks,” Tyler said, blushing from a man praising his butt. “Smoke a what?”

“A bowl,” Justin said and indicated a hookah that was sitting on his coffee table.

“A bowl? Of what?” Taylor asked, looking at the odd contraption.

“Got some great Jamaican,” Justin said as he sat on the couch.

He slid open a drawer secreted underneath the coffee table, pulled out a plastic bag and dug out a good amount of the marijuana.

Then he dug into the drawer again and pulled out a vial. Using the eye dropper from the vial, Justin squirted a couple of drops onto the bowl of marijuana.

Taylor and Tyler sat on either side of him and watched him make the preparations.

He indicated the hoses that came out of the base of the hookah and Taylor and Tyler each eagerly grabbed one.

“And…” Justin said, lighting the marijuana.

“Whoa,” Tyler said, recognizing that this was potent marijuana.

“Cannabis oil,” Justin confirmed. “Went to Denver, brought back two bottles of it. Just a couple of drops and you’re super fucked up.”

“No shit,” Taylor agreed, letting out the smoke she’d been holding in her lungs.

“Nice entertainment center,” Tyler noticed.

“Thanks; Miller’s Electronics came out and did the install. Fifteen hundred bucks for everything; guy said it was last year’s model,” Justin said.

“Got any games?” Taylor asked, straining to hold the smoke in her lungs.

“Some, Grand Theft, Halo, that kind of stuff,” Justin said.

“None of them took the initiative to turn the television on, though. They just smoked until there was no more smoke coming out of the instrument.

“Damn, I been fucked up before, but shit!” Taylor said, slumping back.

“Man, no shit!” Tyler agreed.

“Candy asses,” Justin teased.

“Graduate next week,” Tyler reminded Taylor.

“Yeah? Then what?” Justin asked.

“Then nothing,” Tyler said. “Grades are barely good enough to graduate, damned sure ain’t going to college.”

“Same here,” Taylor agreed. “Mom’s threatening move back to Cambodia and Dad’s threatening to let her and they’re both saying I need get my ass out.”

“Huh,” Justin said.

He did not prepare another bowl of weed; the two teenagers were in no shape to smoke any more anyway. A clock chimed and Justin looked at his watch.

“Shit, better get busy on this shit,” Justin said.

“Need help?” Tyler asked and Justin had Taylor carry the chairs out of the dining area into the living room.

“I like this carpet,” she said

“Yeah, should have seen the shit they had there before,” Justin said as he and Tyler carried the table into the living room. “This electric blue shit. Must have been some Mexicans living here before.”

“Yeah, no, wait, I think they were Columbian, but they might have been Mexican,” Tyler agreed.

Then Justin and Tyler pulled the refrigerator out and Justin began scraping up the linoleum from behind the refrigerator.

Taylor silently motioned Tyler over and pointed toward Justin’s upturned buttocks.

His eyes went wide as they could both see Justin’s heavy balls sticking out the leg of his shorts. Tyler tried hard to stifle his laughter as Taylor acted like she was going to reach out and squeeze the heavy orbs.

“All right, got that, “Justin said and then realized his balls were dangling free. “Shit!”

He tucked himself back into his shorts and pulled the loose floor covering out.

Then he and Tyler pushed the refrigerator back.

After that, they left Justin to his labors.

“Damn, are all balls that big?” Taylor asked.

“How would I know?” Tyler lied. “Like I go around looking at other guys’ packages?”

“Well no, but you got a package; yours big like that?” The girl asked.

Tyler did not answer.

The final week of school kept the two friends fairly occupied. Then they were out of school. With nothing to do.

Ruby Whitcomb did not care; at least Tyler had graduated. Ben, her oldest, had not; he was in prison for possession with intent to distribute. Annette, her oldest daughter also did not graduate and already had two kids of her own. Annette had inherited her mother’s love of cock and distaste for monogamy.

Chapter 3-2cd Saturday.

“You go! You no sit around all day!” Soong, Taylor’s mother yelled at the two teenagers as they sat on the couch, playing video games.

“Justin’s?” Tyler suggested.

“Yeah, whatever,” Taylor agreed.

Justin was dressed in just his short black nylon shorts when he answered their knock.

“Wow, great timing,” he teased. “Just finished the last board.

Tyler admired the man’s muscular chest and torso.

When he turned to lead them down the hall, Taylor admired his taut buttocks.

He proudly showed them the hardwood floors and both Taylor and Tyler were impressed with the results.

“So, what you do?” Tyler asked as Justin popped open a can of beer.

“Accounting, work for St. Elizabeth Parish,” Justin said. “Monday through Friday? I’m a suit and tie.”

“I love a man in a suit and tie,” Taylor admitted.

“So, what’s next?” Tyler asked.

“Well, finished the inside,” Justin said. “Now, got to work on the outside.”

He led them outside on the back patio.

“Out here? Already got a good deck, got my grill, was kind of thinking put a pool back here, what you think?” Justin asked.

“Ooh, a pool?” Taylor asked, scanning the barren back yard.

“Yeah, y’all come over swimming?” Justin asked, resting his hand on Tyler’s rear end for a moment.

“Skinny dipping?” Tyler asked.

“Would have to put up a privacy fence,” Justin smiled, playfully slapping Tyler’s butt.

“Tyler doesn’t care,” Taylor teased and squealed when Tyler slapped her on her chunky rear end.

“Y’all got time for a bowl?” Justin asked

“Uh, I’ll try to make time,” Tyler said.

“I guess,” Taylor feigned resignation.

“Oh, hey, y’all don’t want to,” Justin laughed.

He prepared the marijuana and they sucked greedily on the hoses.

“Damn, this is good shit,” Tyler said.

“So, now what?” Taylor asked when they’d finished that bowl.

“Like I said, I finished all the inside; oh, hey, let me show y’all the rest of the house,” Justin said.

He showed them the guest room, since it was the closest room to the living room. They admired the simple, modern furnishings.

Then the hall bathroom and both Tyler and Tayler admired the claw foot tub.

“Short as you are, you could go swimming in that,” Tyler teased Taylor.

“Shut up!” Taylor protested.

The second bedroom had been converted into a home office and again, the furniture was sleek, modern, chrome and glass.

Then they entered Justin’s bedroom.

“O. M. G.; what is that?” Taylor asked, looking at the hanging bed.

“It’s a flying saucer,” Justin said.

He gently pushed the rim of the bed and it swayed gently.

“You can sleep in that?” Tyler asked.

“One night in this thing, you’ll have a hard time sleeping in anything else,” Justin assured him. “It rocks you to sleep.”

He then nudged Tyler.

“And once you’ve fucked in it? You’ll swear it’s the only way to fuck,” he said.

He then showed them the master bathroom with its walk in shower with two separate shower heads.

“Oh,” Taylor said, looking into the large walk-in closet.

She gave his suits a deep sniff, admiring the manly smelling cologne that clung to the suits.

“Lagerfeld classic,” Justin answer her question.

“Sorry,” Tyler said, accidentally bumping into Justin.

“No problem,” Justin said, looping an arm around the young man’s waist and giving him a one-armed hug.

“And that’s the whole house,” he said, squeezed Tyler once more, than led them back to the living room.

“Sorry,” Tyler said when he accidentally bumped Justin again.

“No problem,” Justin smiled and kissed Tyler on his lips.

Taylor and Tyler stared at Justin. Justin just grabbed a few cans of St. Elizabeth’s Ale and sat back down on the couch.

Taylor and Tyler again sat, flanking the man and opened their cans of beer.

Taylor looked down at Justin’s muscular legs and noticed that his legs were hairless.

“You, uh, why you don’t have any hair on your legs?” she asked.

“Same reason you don’t have any on yours,” Justin said. “Shave them.”

He stood and flexed his body.

“Shave everything from shoulders down,” he announced.

“Everything?” Tyler asked, brown eyes wide.

“Everything,” Justin affirmed and sat back down again.

“So, how old were y’all when y’all first did it?” Justin asked as he crushed his empty beer can.

“Uh, I, I’ve never,” Tyler admitted.

“Uh, me either,” Taylor echoed.

“What?” Justin asked and looked from one to the other. “Tyler, dude, you mean, cute as she is, you never?”

“I’m cute?” Taylor scoffed.

“Or, hey, maybe see’s not your type, huh?” Justin asked, playfully nudging Tyler.

“Well, how old were you?” Tyler hotly asked, avoiding Justin’s supposition.

“”First time with a girl?” Justin asked. “Eighteen, but it really doesn’t count; it was my step-sister. First time with a guy? Nineteen. Tony, my dorm roommate.”

“You, you’ve done it? With a dude?” Tyler asked, shocked.

He was shocked that anyone would admit such a thing.

“Yeah,” Justin admitted. “Sucked his cock, then he sucked mine, then he fucked me up the ass.”

“You, how, what was it like? I mean, did you like it? Up the ass?” Tyler stammered, freckles obscured by his hot blush.

“But you like girls, right?” Taylor asked.

“Love me the ladies,” Justin said, squeezing her pudgy thigh in his hand. “Eating pussy, eating ass, making love to them. Can’t get enough.”

“But you, you still do it, with guys?” Tyler asked.

“Love me the dudes too,” Justin said, rubbing Tyler’s thigh. “Hard to tell what I love more; sucking cock or eating pussy.

The three sat in silence. Tyler’s cock felt trapped in his far too tight shorts. Taylor was sure there was a wet spot on the back of her shorts, a wet spot that was leaking onto the leather couch.

“But, really? As pretty as y’all are, I can’t believe y’all have never,” Justin said, rubbing his hands up and down their thighs.

“I uh, I got to go,” Tyler declared and burned a path to the door.

“I better…” Taylor said and blazed out of the house too.

“Can’t believe you were going to just leave me in there!” Taylor screamed at Tyler when she caught up to him. “Huh? Alone with him?”

“Sorry,” Tyler mumbled, scurrying to his house.

Inside his living room, Justin turned on his television, fixed another bowl of marijuana and hit ‘Play.’

“Two Dicks, One Chick” began to play. The first scene showed a man sucking another man’s cock while a cute Asian girl sucked his cock.

Then the Asian girl turned around and got on all fours. The man whose cock she was sucking slid his cock into her pussy. His friend knelt down behind him and slid his cock up the man’s ass.

Justin stroked his fat cock slowly while he smoked his weed. When he finished the weed, he fixed himself a large garden salad, drenched it liberally with Ranch dressing and ate the entire bowl.

That night, Tyler masturbated several times. Taylor too hunched her pillow several times.

Chapter 4-2cd Sunday.

After breakfast that Sunday morning, the two friends met at Taylor’s house and played video games until Soong chased them out.

“You uh, you want to go to Justin’s house?” Tyler asked as they stood at the end of Taylor’s driveway.

If she said ‘no’ Tyler planned to say he didn’t want to go either. Then, after a while, he’d ditch her and go over to Justin’s house on his own.

Taylor wanted to go to Justin’s house; her pussy grew wet at the thought of what his hairless cock and balls must look like. She grew wetter thinking about him putting his mouth on her sparsely covered slit.

“You?” she asked, not willing to admit she did want to go to the man’s house.

“I guess; nothing else to do,” Tyler shrugged.

“Yeah,” Taylor agreed.

Justin was relieved when he heard their knock on the door; in the sobriety of morning, he had worried he might have gone too far yesterday. He was worried he might have misread Taylor’s interest, misread Tyler’s homosexuality or bisexuality.

“Hey, come on in,” he said, stepping aside.

They did and he steered them toward the kitchen.

“Fixing make lunch; y’all ever had a fried peanut butter and banana sandwich?” Justin asked.

“No,” Tyler said.

“Ew, sounds gross,” Taylor said, screwing up her pretty chubby face

“Okay, assembly line,” Justin said. “Tyler, spread peanut butter onto the bread, Taylor, peel the bananas and I’ll do the rest.”

He had them make five sandwiches in all, fried them in a large skillet, then they sat at the table.

They had to cut the fifth sandwich in half; Taylor and Tyler wanted more.

Tyler froze when Justin rested his hand on his butt as they both bent to put their dishes into the dishwasher.

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Things had really changed in our relationship. Now that we were open to everyone about Karen being my slut things escalated quickly. Karen sat John down and had a long talk explaining to him that he was now to be abstinent forever. After entertaining all our friends to the sounds of me fucking his wife’s brains out he had resigned himself to his fate.

The openness of our relationship had improved Karen’s home life a great deal. Before coming out to her kids she was unable to have me over her house often. Now I could spend the night with her in the comfort of her own home. John had taken a liking to having me there and aside from sleeping on the couch was happy as a clam.

Karen’s social media profiles were now loaded with pictures of me and her or the three of us. Karen’s kids enjoyed my company. I had become part of the family in a way. Karen was really enjoying our new arrangement.

Karen relished her newfound freedom and dressed way more sexy. Her outfits consisted of tiny dresses booty shorts and tube tops when weather permitted. On colder days Karen still always managed to show some cleavage or leg. Karen’s underwear drawer hadn’t been touched for months.

I converted Karen’s room into a sex dungeon. We had all manor of sex toys and sex furniture. Our nights were not complete without several hours of bondage and rough sex. Karen was in size queen submissive slut heaven. We often joked that even her smallest toy was twice the size of Johns winky.

Every one in Johns life wondered what he got out of this relationship. The truth was he was in sexual bliss as well. John had resigned himself to a life time of being caged. His cage was a part of him now. Karen loved him but never wanted to see his little thingy again she was grossed out by it.

John did not participate in our sexual activity at all during the week. He was however permitted to listen threw the door to the loud moans. On the weekend he was rewarded. Saturday me and Karen would always have a sex marathon. John was allowed to watch.

John had found that he could now orgasm wearing the cage. He had gotten into sounding. He would stick little dildos into the tip of his penis and then push a vibrator against his cage. He would watch us for hours and cum dozens of times while sounding his tiny clitty.

Johns penis was remarkably small yet to my surprise it could accept large insertions. The largest of the toys that John used was half the diameter of his winky. Cucky would dribble cum all day listening to my giant cock pulverize his wifes pussy.

Karen and John were the only fully open and on display cuckold relationship I had ever heard of. Karen had really embraced the lifestyle and was actively spreading the word. She had pictures of her and my cock on her bedroom walls. She ran a support group for other cuckold Escort couples. She organized an introduction to cuckolding class at the local community college. She put on monthly events, parties and get together.

One of the things I loved about Karen was her sexual tastes were ever evolving. She always wanted to take things further. She had developed a newfound interest in sissification and gangbangs.

After a few months of this routine I planned a special day for the three of us. Karen’s kids were at her sisters for the weekend. I arrived bright and early at Karen and John’s that Friday. John’s car was still in the driveway.

I let myself in and John was scampering down the stairs apologizing for not greeting me. I assured him that it was fine and that I wanted to talk to him and Karen in the kitchen. John was all dressed for work but I could still make out the obvious outline of his little cage.

I told John to strip naked and get Karen and meet me in the kitchen. Karen came in wearing a little negligee looking like a perfect little sex pot. She embraced me with a warm make out session while John sounded his penis mindlessly with a small plug.

“Alright listen up you two we have a big weekend ahead of us, John I hope you have been saving your pennies because we are having quiet the getaway, Karen and I were talking and we realize we no longer want you to be a pathetic A sexual bitch boy, We finally realized you are now officially a cross dressing Sissy faggot, First thing this morning while you’re at work we are going to throw out all your male clothing, Me and Karen are on our way to pick out a full new wardrobe for you, From now on you’re known as Cucktina and this weekend is your coming out party, I also have plenty of surprises for your fellow slut Karen, The two of you sluts are going to be in huge cock heaven this weekend, We are headed to my cape house where I have organized everything for us.” I said bluntly to the two shocked sluts.

John had a look of shock and horror on his face. He violently shivered at the thought of what I suggested. He gulped nervously. His hand sped up fingering his little clit almost with a mind of its own.

I half expected protest but Cucktina remained in that state of shock. He stood frozen quivering. Karen and I watching waiting for his protest but instead. Pop! He came and came, alot for a tiny dick cuck.

“I guess he likes the idea.” Karen said giggling and looking down at the cum squirting out of his tip.

John let go of his tiny caged penis and stared down at it. Every second or so he would twitch and let out a blast of semen onto the floor. For a full minute shot after shot splurted out of his pee pee.

Finally the twitching ended. Now the steady dribble of cum that was much more characteristic for him began. He must of been backed up as a puddle of cum pooled on the floor at his feet.

“Get down and lick that up Cucktina.” I yelled.

John dropped to the floor and aggressively lapped at the pool of his own cuck juice. Karen laughed heartily at the pathetic display. John shuttered at the volume if his own jizz.

“Lets go throw out all those male disguises he wears Master.” Karen said pushing past the kneeling quivering bitch.

Once upstairs we started packing all his clothes in garbage bags I had brought in from my car. We were thorough and careful not to miss anything. John came upstairs now again dressed for work to kiss Karen goodbye.

“Woah there Cucktina this is as good a day as any to starting dressing correctly, take off those mens clothes and go put something of mine on, good luck finding something that fits you but I know youre never wearing mens clothes again.” She scolded.

“Karen can we talk about this in private.” John stammered.

“No bitch if you don’t do as I say then I’m going to beat you senseless tonight, You know my biggest dildo? that is going up your ass if you don’t strip off those mens clothes and dress more appropriate for a slut like you.” She said coldly.

John fidgeted and fussed and feigned protest. He complained how he would be late for work. He did not make this easy. In the end it was all futile. Karen had the final word with everything in Johns life. I knew that if need be i could step in and set him straight but it didn’t come to that.

Before long john was hopping in his car. He had on a form hugging stretchy pencil skirt. Beneath which the outline of his cock cage was obvious. Up top he had a tight white tee with some cleavage. He wore lip stick and mascara. Heels to complete the ensemble.

Karen and I laughed our asses off watching him clumsily walk down the drive way. Me and Karen had a quickie in there marital bed and then head out for the mall.

Me and Karen spent hours buying a whole new wardrobe. all manor of pink and purple clothing. We even managed to find some special stuff from spencers gifts for Cucktina to wear.

We only beat Cucktina home by an hour or so. When we finally heard the door open I was balls deep in Karen on the couch. Cucktina said something as he turned the corner. I couldn’t hear him over Karens load moaning and dirty talking.

“Take a seat fag, I’m about to blow a load inside your wife, Then you can eat it out of her.” I said to Cucktina.

He looked ridiculous in his girly outfit. If his hair was a bit longer he might make a convincing girl. I hadnt noticed but he had lost a considerable amount of weight.

I pulled my horse cock from Karen and shot my first splurt onto her pussy lips. My next splooch landed on the couch, My third huge glob landed on the floor, Then I shoved my massive meat inside her to milk the remaining drops into his wife.

“There you go Cucktina plenty of cum for you to eat, Hand me your purse first I hope you remembered to get the money I told you to get.” I said.

Cucktina practically dove onto his formerly innocent wife and began chowing down on my thick load. He took care to lick every drop off the coach and then the floor. Finally he returned to his wifes stretched puffy cunt and slurped away.

I fished threw Cucktinas new purse looking for the money I told him to withdraw. I took my time making sure every cent I had spent on his new wardrobe and the expenses for the weekend was accounted for.

After a couple more rounds of beating Karens back out we took off. I have a rental property on the cape. I seldom used it but it was the perfect place to party.

It has a pool a bar and a bunch of beds. We arrived and quickly unpacked and settled in. It was only a few hours before our guests would be arriving. I had Karen dress Cucktina up how we had discussed.

He wore a plaid school girl outfit on. A crop top tied in a knot that read “size queen”. A choker on his neck that read slut. His make up was like a 10$ whore. Pink heels on his feet.

Once Karen was satisfied with his appearance she marched him out to the living room. I had set up a bondage horse right in the center of the living room. I quickly tied Cucktina to the horse.

Once I was sure he was secure and in place I spoke up.

“Do here is the deal Cucktina, Today is the first day of the rest of you’re life, I know you better than you know yourself, You’re a size queen, You’re a fag, and you love to watch your wife get pulverized by huge cocks, Once we decided that you were gay and a size queen it was just a matter of figuring out what type of man you like, So we looked at you’re search history, It looks like BBC is the cock for you, So I took it upon myself to organize a Big Black Cock gangbang for your faggot asshole, You’re going to need a safe word because I told them all that there is no limits and they can use you however they want to in any way they want to for as long as they want to, I also have a tattoo artist coming to tattoo queen of spades on your ankle, In addition to all that you’re not the only one whose going to get gangbanged, Karen here has more boyfriends than you realize, She hasnt even told you but she has a few boyfriends each with horse cocks, and all of them are coming this weekend for a weekend long sex marathon, In addition your brother is coming to fuck Karen as well, We invited a few of your Co workers as well to take a turn with her, I dont know how many of your friends are well endowed but they all got the invite, hell you never know perhaps some of your friends or co workers might want to fuck you up the ass or fuck your face as well which I made sure they are aware you’re at anyone’s disposal as a human fuck toy should be.”

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Gay Days Ch. 05

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Some 30 years ago I wrote, with pen and paper, a long history of my gay sexual experiences, from my first sexual fumblings — right up to the day of writing. Then I added events and chapters as they happened for the next ten years or so, ceasing only when time and freedom ran out and then I found out all about computers so I transferred everything into electronic words.

The whole thing was too long and rambling but that didn’t matter because I never intended to publish my sexual autobiography. However, since I hit my 60s, (and now my 70s) I’ve felt that I should really let others partake in some of the fun that I enjoyed.

So I’ve attacked and divided up the story, edited it to the best of my ability, made it more readable and turned it into eight parts for you to read.

The original writing was also very much in my 1980’s/90’s style — comparatively polite and lacking conversation, so I hope that my efforts to liven the stories up meet with your approval.

And the stories are in English from England, so please put up with my British spellings and phraseology.

This therefore is the FIFTH of those segments of my life — “Two Friends from the Pub”

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Sue, my girlfriend for a while had gone off with her new boyfriend and my part-time playmate Bob and I was now left on my own, but not for long…

Being unattached again, I changed my local and I started frequenting a pub called The Hunter’s Inn where I met and made friends with a trio who were playing darts. There was Rob who was a long-distance truck driver, Phil who was just out of prison; (he’d done 6 months inside for GBH — Grievous Bodily Harm) and his girlfriend who actually became his ex-girlfriend within a few days…

Somehow us three blokes soon became really good mates and whenever we’d had a heavy night of drinking we used to crash out at whoever’s place we ended up nearest. However, Phil would sometimes get a bit nasty after too many drinks, so Rob and I would usually leave him to it if he was in that kind of mood and we’d head off to a different and more peaceful pub and return to Rob’s house afterwards. At that point, Rob and I were just good mates who enjoyed each others company and there was absolutely no sex involved.

But one night when I was sleeping over at Rob’s, we’d both gone to our beds somewhat inebriated (as usual) but for some reason I couldn’t sleep; I was feeling horny and I had a hard-on that I found I just couldn’t get rid of despite lengthy masturbation. Not only that, because of all the alcohol, I couldn’t seem to manage to bring myself to a climax and thereby release some pressure.

I could still bring some exciting and erotic images to my mind but after Sue had run off and left me, my feelings towards women had turned rather cold and therefore, instead of imagining a warm cunt around my cock I could only think of cocks themselves and as I continued to stroke my reluctant cock I suddenly I discovered that I now had a compelling need to feel another cock in my mouth and in particular to taste some juicy spunk.

On the relatively few occasions that I’d been able to suck a nice cock I’d always enjoyed it and it now seemed a long time since I’d been able to appreciate such a pleasure and so, at perhaps three in the morning I made up my rather drunken mind to try to reach into Rob’s bed and try sucking him off while he was asleep.

It was a plan conjured by a combination of alcohol and sex that left me shivering with fright and desire in equal quantities and totally unable to stop myself.

Creeping as quietly as I could into his room, I heard Rob’s gently reassuring snores so I felt under the bedclothes to where he was lying on his back and located his penis. It turned out to be one of the smallest adult tools I’ve ever come across — no more than four inches long when it was fully erect and quite slim too and as soon as I touched his penis it became rock hard and that alone should have told me that he was awake. Moving slowly, gently and silently I slid my head under the bedclothes until I could reach his cock with my mouth and let it slide between my lips but at that moment I felt his hand touch my face.

“I wondered what you were up to when you came into my room and now I know,” he said quietly, “Come up here for a moment.”

I moved from under the bedclothes to face the music but in the shadowy light he placed his hand on my arm.

“It’s ok, Chris,” he said, “I heard you blundering around — you weren’t exactly quiet, were you?”

He chuckled and pushed back the bedclothes to expose his naked body and stiff cock.

“It’s alright though,” he said soothingly, “Carry on if you want to, I’ve always wanted someone to suck me.”

“I couldn’t help it,” I mumbled, still scared of the repercussions, “I dunno what made me…”

“I don’t care what made you do it but come back,” he said, “Come on, get down there again.”

Then, as I plucked up courage he went on to say that he’d heard from my ex-girlfriend Sue (it’s amazing how word gets around!) Bayan Eskort that I’d sucked Bob off and he’d hoped that I’d be interested in him. I sat on the bed beside him as I listened to his words and felt my heart slowing at last until he lifted his hips up towards me.

“Well come on then,” he repeated, “Get on with it!”

Much bolder now I settled myself, bent over and let his penis slide into my mouth again as Rob gasped with pleasure. It was easy to allow his entire penis into my mouth and even to wrap my tongue around it as I enjoyed the sensation of sucking a cock again.

It didn’t take him long to cum and then, with a gasp and a moan he fucked his spunk into my mouth eagerly. Despite the diminutive size of his cock, his balls were totally normal and he gave me at least four good squirts of lovely thick, sticky spunk which I swallowed eagerly.

“Good?” he asked as I sat up again, licking my lips.

“Yeah, wonderful,” I admitted, “Thanks and sorry.”

“I’m not sorry,” he said as he began stroking his cum-streaked penis, “So if you liked it that much you can do it again, can’t you!”

Instead of losing his erection, his cock was staying hard and a few minutes later I was pleased to absorb it into my mouth again and before very long he was thrusting hard at me and flooding my mouth with another sizeable load.

He was somewhat embarrassed about the size of his cock and now held it up for my inspection.

“Sorry it’s a bit small,” he murmured, “I’ve always been jealous of guy’s like you.”

“Don’t let it worry you,” I said as I took hold of it and stroked him, “It’s not the size that’s important — it’s what’s inside it that matters!”

We laughed together and I felt his penis stiffen once again.

“More?” I asked, somewhat amazed at his ability to become hard again and Rob nodded eagerly.

“No-one’s ever sucked me before — it’s brilliant!” he said, “Come on please, I’m ready!”

Rob then insisted that I stay in his bed after that and some while later we slept but when I awoke it was to find Rob’s hard cock pushing at my mouth. He’d woken with an urgent erection and he wanted me to repeat the performance.

I sucked him off four times during that day (not counting the three times during the night) and each time he managed to pump plenty of spunk into my eager mouth.

With our newly cemented friendship it wasn’t long therefore before I began virtually living at his house except when his work took him away from home — it was better than using my caravan and then, when he’d come back, perhaps after a week away in his truck, he’d be so full of sperm that it would take all day to empty all his spunk into my mouth.

Rob and I both had an interest in Drag Racing, which we followed round the country and one weekend we went to Santa Pod near Nottingham, for a two-day Meet and decided to sleep in his car, an old Mk10 Jaguar rather than bother with a tent. Late in the evening we settled down into our sleeping bags on the back seat, only to be woken at some ungodly hour by late night piss-heads getting rowdy near-by. We tried to get back to sleep but it was impossible as the partying continued and as idiotic bikers roared up and down the strip in the dark.

As we lay there, listening to the racket Rob asked me if I’d like to suck him off again. I was delighted with the idea and we undid our sleeping bags so he could lie down on the back seat while I knelt in the foot well and bent over to reach his cock. It seemed that the unusual situation had excited him more than usual because his penis was simply rigid and was dripping precum generously.

I soon had him in my mouth and he came not once, but three times that night before he was empty and satisfied.

Over the next nine months or so that we were having sex together I must have swallowed literally pints of his sperm because he needed me to suck him off at least twice a day, although that was about as far as sex with Rob would go. I did eventually manage to get him to wank me off a few times but that seemed to be pushing his limits even though he seemed to really enjoy doing it when he finally did it. On the occasions when he wanked my cock he wanted me to kneel on the bed above him, so that all my spunk would squirt out over his chest as I came off although I’d be the first to admit that my aim wasn’t always perfect. Occasionally he ended up with a splash of cum on his face but rather than swallow it, or be revolted, he’d rub it into his skin while I’d go down on him and suck his cock until it gushed into my mouth.

Phil, our other mate, was a hard case, willing to sort anybody out and liable to punch first and ask questions afterwards; the kind you might want on your side in the event of an argument! He didn’t speak a lot — he was a man of action rather than words.

He and I got on really well when he wasn’t pissed out of his tree and one night after a long, sunny, fairly boozy Saturday that we’d all spent throwing Frisbees around down by the river, we went back to his flat with his girlfriend. She left before midnight while he and I sat up late, playing cards and drinking. It was a very warm summer night and we’d both only been wearing shorts and a t-shirt anyway and without his girlfriend now being present, we decided to strip to just our underpants.

I think that we were both looking for sexual entertainment — the heat of the day, all the exercise and perhaps the alcohol had made us both horny and now we were frustrated too because we’d been talking about sex for most of the afternoon without release. I don’t think though, that either of us anticipated how things would pan out.

As we settled down, cross-legged on the floor to play cards, the position of his leg meant that I noticed that I could see the end of his penis hanging down by his thigh and I could also see that his foreskin was already withdrawn for some reason. His cock was still limp but I commented that I could see it.

“Hey Phil, why’s your dick hanging out?” I asked, laughing gently.

“Fuck, I didn’t know it was — oh well, tough!” he replied but he did nothing to put it back under cover.

“Doesn’t worry me anyway,” I said, my eyes still captivated, “Looks to me as if it’s a decent sized cock, by the way.”

He looked down at his groin and now pulled his shorts back to expose his penis entirely and as he did so, he began to get a hard-on. I watched as his cock twitched, rose and stiffened, his foreskin sliding back to reveal his shiny knob. His penis now stretching out along his thigh.

“How’s that then?” he enquired as he held his penis upright.

“Good enough for me!” I said, feeling my penis jerk as he spoke.

Seeing his erection had caused my cock to rise as well and not to be outdone I pulled my shorts aside too so that most of my own cock stuck out from the leg of my pants, then I ran my hand over it and pulled back my foreskin as well.

“That looks pretty good too,” he said, “You’re about the same size as me I reckon.”

Phil pulled his foreskin back and forwards, then he squeezed his cock, making a few drips of fluid leak from his knob — he smeared them over the end leaving his knob all shiny and slick.

“That’s ‘cos I feel so fuckin’ horny; well, I’ve been up for it all afternoon. Got to do something to sort it out soon,” he said, his hand running up and down his shaft, “Fancy having a wank together?”

“I’d love to,” I said, as my cock throbbed with anticipation, “But what would you say if I sucked you off instead?”

“Ooh fuck, yeah,” he said, lying down and rubbing his erection, “Come on then and I’ll suck you too.”

Wow, this was a bit unexpected but I wasn’t about to back off as we both stripped off our few clothes. His erect penis sprang out as he undressed and it looked lovely to me; a good seven inches of gleaming steely muscle that almost glowed with vigour.

While we were settling down and stripping off, he told me that while he was in prison he and his cellmate used to wank and suck each other off and he’d come to enjoy doing so and he’d been wondering if I’d be interested in playing around.

We got ourselves into a 69 position with him lying on his back and me above him and taking his stiff cock in my mouth, I began to suck him off. I took his full length deep into my mouth, feeling the end push into my throat, then I pulled back and slid my lips up and down his shaft. I ran my tongue round his knob, enjoying the velvety feel and the subtle taste of his precum fluid.

And Phil was working hard on my own cock; his hand was wanking me hard while his mouth sucked away at my knob, sending shock waves through my body as spasms of pleasure thrilled me.

Quietly I kept on working on his cock as he rubbed and sucked mine until he began to shake as his orgasm approached; his eager penis thrusting hard into my mouth.

Then suddenly I found that I was close to cumming and I warned him, uncertain if he’d want to swallow.

“I’m almost there — I’ll be cumming soon,” I said urgently.

“Ooh, so will I mate,” he groaned, “Keep sucking — it’s coming!”

Our mouths and hands worked faster and his hips were thrusting his cock into my mouth faster and faster.

“I’m cummmming,” I groaned as my spunk rose up my cock and emptied into his mouth, “Oooh fuck, ohhh yeahhh!”

“So am I,” he panted, “Here it cums! It’s cumming — cumming!”

Strong and generous helpings of hot juicy spunk were soon jetting into my mouth; I swallowed quickly, eager not to lose a drop while he wanked all the spunk from my cock into his own mouth. His offering tasted superb to me, sharp but not bitter; thick but not lumpy and enough to cause me to swallow several times.

Soon we disengaged and both sat up, our mouths both smeared with streaks of white cum which we both cleared up with our tongues and fingers. We smiled rather self-consciously at each other, then bumped fists and began laughing.

“Brilliant!” he said enthusiastically, “Best blow job yet!”

After we’d both recovered we sat and smoked cigarettes and had a few more beers and then fascinated, I asked him about his sex life in prison but it had been confined to wanking and sucking one another.

“I kept being moved around, cell to cell,” he said, “Wasn’t until my cellmate and I were settled that we had any sex.”

“So just sucking and wanking?” I asked, expecting more.

“Nah, never got round to any bum sex,” he answered, “They let me out before we did that.”

He chuckled softly and winked at me.

“That’s not to say that I haven’t done any of that,” he said, “Bloody shame we never got together inside.”

I’d been somewhat surprised that they hadn’t fucked and now I told him that I had always wanted to have a cock up my arse again; that it had been a number of years and half a world away since the last time that it had happened to me.

“So, do you fancy a go with me?” I asked, eager to feel that cock inside me.

He wasn’t all that keen — I suppose that since we’d both just come off; his lust had been quenched for a while.

“I dunno,” he muttered, “Don’t feel like doing it right now.”

I let the matter rest for a while and we talked of other things, then gradually I steered the conversation round until it was all about sex again — perhaps now he’d feel more like having a fuck.

To encourage him as we lounged on the floor, I gently took hold of his cock and began rubbing it until it became rigidly erect once again.

I ducked my head and sucked him for a while — then I asked him again but he was still somewhat undecided. I played with his stiff and leaking cock a bit more and pleaded with him to fuck me and eventually he agreed.

“Yeah, alright then,” he said at last, “Might be a good bit of fun, eh.”

“Oh, that’s brilliant!” I said, not entirely knowing how to thank someone for promising to put his cock in my arse, “Thanks mate.”

“Come on then, let’s do it,” he said as he rose and stood up, “We need some lube; what is there…I’ve got some cooking oil…”

“No way!” I said, “Too messy; what else?

“How about butter?” he said, “Bit cold from the fridge but it’ll soon warm up.”

“Better than oil,” I said, as I reached up and took hold of his erection to keep him interested.

He nipped into the kitchen and came back with a lump of the stuff on his fingers with he began to smear over his cock; there was enough for my arse too as I got on my hands and knees for him. Moments later and I felt the still chilly butter touch my arsehole. I shivered as he spread it around but it soon warmed up and suddenly his finger penetrated my hole.

“Ooooh!” I said as the shock of the insertion surprised me, “Be gentle — take it easy mate, please.”

Phil got onto his knees behind me and soon he began to gently push his cock into me.

It felt strange but nice as his knob stretched my anal sphincter open; there was some straining and a small amount of discomfort on my behalf and then suddenly his seven inch penis was buried to the balls inside my arse.

“Ahhhhh!” I moaned as the intensely satisfying feeling spread through my body.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunted as he began moving in and out.

It was a lovely feeling, being fucked again after all that time and he was gentle at first although he gradually worked up the speed of his strokes. I was with him now though and began working on his cock with my muscles while also thrusting my buttocks back at his thrusting penis.

We fucked harder and harder, Phil’s penis now slamming into me and we’d built up quite a sweat when suddenly his hips froze and deep tremors ran through his body and his cock.

“Shit,” he said, panting hard, “Can’t stop now — I’m gonna cum any moment. What do you want? You want me to cum inside you?”

“What do you think?” I told him, “Keep your cock in me and fill my arse with your cum.”

“Right mate — I’m gonna do it,” he gasped as he began pumping his cock into me once more.

With a final flurry he pushed his cock deep up me and I felt jet after jet of his spunk as it gushed right inside me.

Phil grunted with each eruption and his hips jerked his cock into me each time too. I could feel his cock throbbing and pumping loads of times — he was certainly making lots of spunk.

“That was bloody good,” I said, “You got there way before me.”

“It was better than just wanking,” he said, “And it was so fuckin’ exciting that I came off quickly.”

“Keep your cock in me and see if you can do it again then,” I suggested, having enjoyed the fuck thoroughly and before long Phil began to slowly move his semi-stiff cock in and out of my arsehole once more.

I tightened my muscular ring round his penis and very soon I felt him hardening up again; he was erect again and ready to go once more.

This time the fuck was harder and longer; a more thorough fuck rather than just a release until I felt a sort of heat flowing through me; a wave of sensation that passed through me as if I’d just had an orgasm. It seemed to be an anal orgasm but it also triggered my system and if I hadn’t been concentrating on his penis, my own cock would have been shooting wildly.

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Biology 101

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Ami Markham hurried across the quad, a satisfied smile on her lips. She’d just gotten her latest term paper back in Japanese history, and she’d gotten another A+. Her Professor had disagreed with Ami’s conclusions about the end of the war with America, but she had admired the logic of Ami’s argument. One of the nicest things about Dr. Tanaka was her willingness to recognize a student’s right to disagree, at least as long as they could logically defend their opinion.

Now Ami was heading for her favorite class of the day, Biology 101. Prof. Yamato was a handsome young professor, with an informal style that still managed to convey a lot of information. Plus, Ami wanted to follow her mother into the medical profession, so Biology was essential to her ambitions.

As usual, Ami was one of the first students to arrive at the lecture hall, and she took a seat near the front of the room. Most of her other University instructors insisted on assigning designated seats for their freshman classes, but Prof. Yamato let everyone sit where they were most comfortable. In another class this would have been inviting disaster, but he had the ability to command even the most insolent student’s respect and attention.

As she entered the room, Ami noticed a sickeningly sweet smell in the room. Looking around she was unable to discern the source of the odor, but it was becoming slight nauseating. As the rest of the students settled into their seats, complaining about the horrible smell, Prof. Yamato entered from his office.

“What is that smell? Did someone set off a stink bomb in here?” he complained. “Miss Markham would you help me open the windows please, and Miss Webster get the air freshener from that cabinet.” As soon as they opened the windows a cold breeze filled the room. That morning had been the coldest of the season, and it didn’t appear the afternoon was going to be much better. By the time the last window was open, it was obvious that they couldn’t remain so for very long. Liana Webster had begun spraying the room with a lemon scented air freshener, but that only seemed to make things worse.

Realizing he was going to have to close the windows soon anyway, Prof. Yamato motioned for one of the boys to begin closing them. “I guess we’re just going to have to live with the smell folks. Although,” he paused. “I was given some new incense that might do the trick. It certainly can’t make things any worse.” Going back into his office, Prof. Yamato was heard rustling around in his desk. “Ah, here it is.”

Returning to the lab, he placed a small plate on the corner of his desk. “Well, nothing to do, but give it a try.”

“What is it called Sensei?” Liana asked.

“Um, let me see.” he tipped the box to read the label. “‘Essence of Aphrodite.’ Well that should certainly be interesting.” With that he pulled two of the thin reeds from the box and lit them. A delicate cinnamon scent began to fill the air, it was so light, Ami was amazed at how quickly it began to clear the air.

“Alright class, as you know we are about to start a new subject today. I know the next chapter in you text book is about amphibians and the dissection of a frog, but I thought it might be more interesting to skip a few chapters. Moreover, the school forgot to order the supplies in time.” A general laugh filtered through the room. “This next subject is one I’m sure you remember from High School, but it’s time for a more in depth treatment.” A murmur of surprise and conspiratorial glee ran around the room. The University Chancellor was notoriously rigid about professors keeping to their syllabus’s schedules. Prof. Yamato was constantly getting in trouble for his little revisions, but his students loved him for it. The fact that he was tenured and that his students were consistently among the best performing groups on the MSATs kept him from getting into too much trouble though.

Striding over to a display easel covered by a black cloth, Prof. Yamato pulled the cloth away with a flourish. “Our next topic is ‘The Reproductive System of the Human Species.’ The silence and sense of disappointment in the room was palpable. Then slowly a nervous excitement came over the students. One thing was certain; Prof. Yamato would be a lot more relaxed and enlightening then their various High School teachers had been.

As the professor began pulling his displays out to the front of the class, Ami noticed that the incense had completely displaced Eskort the rank smell from earlier. A small voice in the back of her mind also tried to point out the strangely sensual feelings stealing over her body.

At first the lecture was pretty much the cut and dried presentation they remembered from H.S., but as he continued Prof. Yamato began to become more and more expansive and uninhibited in his behavior. “Alright class, now we get to the good stuff, the manner in which the male deposits his semen in the female’s body.”

“This is supposed to represent the ‘penis’,” he held up a small representation of a flaccid cock. “Doesn’t look like much, does it ladies?” A small snickering sound filled the air. “Well when the male is sexually aroused, it can grow up to three times its normal length. Here I’ll show you.” With that Prof. Yamato proceeded to undo his belt and dropped his pants to the ground. The shaft thus exposed was easily four or five times the length of his model and much thicker too. “See! That’s what I’m talking about. Now, once his penis has reached its full length, the male takes it and inserts it into the female’s vagina.”

Stepping completely out of his pants, Prof. Yamato reached over and picked up his next exhibit. “Hmmmm, you know this really doesn’t give you a good idea either. I need a volunteer from the distaff side of the class.” No one seemed surprised when the entire female half of the class raised their hands. “Ok, let’s see…..Miss Markham, (oh the hell with it) Ami! Come over here and help me out.”

Ami didn’t even hesitate before she stood up and went to where the professor was indicating. Deep in the back of her head a small voice was crying “Stop!”, but her customary reserve, and self-restraint were nowhere to be found.

“Ami, would you please sit on the table and remove your panties. Class, the rest of the girls might want to do this too. That way you can get a better idea of what I’m talking about.” Immediately the entire class, including the boys, began to disrobe from the waist down, shifting so that every one was paired off with a student of the opposite sex. Only a few of the girls at the back of the room and farthest from the incense seemed to hesitate at all.

Reaching over, the professor lifted Ami’s skirt and directed the class’ attention to the front. “Now class, this is what a vagina looks like. Normally a girl as well developed as Ami would have pubic hair covering the area. Miss Markham has apparently made the decision to shave most of hers off. Am I right Ami?”

“Actually Sensei., I just had it waxed. I spend a lot of time in bathing suits and leotards, so it’s more comfortable this way.”

“Well, lucky for us that you do. It makes it a lot easier for me to show everyone what I’m talking about. Ladies, if you are done examining the men’s cocks, please allow them a closer look at your . Now the vaginal opening is composed of several items.” Reaching down he ran his finger along Ami’s moist pussy. “This outer area is called the vulva, and it consists of the outer and inner Labia. Most of the time this is tucked up inside of the woman, but as you can see, when she is aroused they tend to swell slightly and become covered in a lubricating discharge.”

The sensations from Prof. Yamato’s touch were sending little bolts of pleasure through Ami’s body. “If you take your fingers and spread these folds apart, you will find two items of interest. The first and most obvious is the vaginal opening. If you want, take you finger and slide it into your partner’s orifice. You’ll notice that in many cases, the walls of the vagina are so tight you can barely insert the finger more than half way. Don’t worry guys, if you just continue moving your finger in and out of this opening, it will relax and allow you easier access.” This statement was followed by several gasps of pleasure coming from the female class members.

“Up at the top of these folds you will notice a small object possibly standing erect. This is called the Clitoris, or Clit for short, and it is very sensitive. Most women love to have this tiny jewel gently caressed, it helps them get fully aroused and bring on their orgasms. Here watch as I demonstrate.” Ami trembled as the waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Her throat began to emit small moans of delight as he expertly manipulated her tiny Jewel.

Now in between these two points many of you may have noticed a tiny opening. This is the urethra and unlike in the male penis, has little if anything to do with the reproductive cycle, although some women have admitted to deriving pleasure from having this opening stimulated.

“Some of you may have noticed an increase in the amount of fluids flowing from your partners vagina. Don’t be alarmed this merely indicates she’s getting ready to accept your penis into her body. Now, there are many ways of accomplishing this act. I won’t bore your with a complete listing of the various positions. My personal favorite is to enter the vagina from the rear. This allows for the maximum penetration of the penis. Ami would you mind leaning against the wall? That’s it. Now, spread your legs just a little.”

The professor reached down and lifted Ami’s skirt so everyone could see. “Now, you won’t be able to insert your penis all the way in at first. It takes some patience, and a degree of skill. I’ll demonstrate. The sensation of Prof. Yamato’s cock entering her pussy was sheer bliss for Ami.

“If the girl is a Virgin, you will encounter some resistance just inside her channel. Don’t worry girls; it only hurts for a moment.” Under his breath he said, “I see you’ve done this before. I never would have guessed.”

Behind her, Ami heard the sharp gasps as the last of the Virgins in the class lost their flowers, but by this time she was too enraptured to care. Prof. Yamato quickly settled into a slow rhythmic motion, as he thrust his cock deeply into her throbbing cunt. Each thrust sent waves of delight washing out over her body and her breathing soon become ragged and heavy. It felt like she could detect every bump and ripple along the entire length of his cock.

With his hands Yamato reached around and began to fondle her chest through the fabric of her blouse. Even with the cotton material of her shirt in the way, his hands brought small thrills of pleasure to the lust filled vixen. The smooth delivery of his earlier lecture had disappeared as he said, “Boys, (huff) you might try fondling your partner’s breasts as you (deep breath) do this. Most women seem to enjoy the (uh) sensation, and I think you’ll enjoy it too.”

“In fact,” he said, “you will probably want to get their clothing out of the way as much as possible.” With deft hands he quickly undid Ami’s blouse and pushing her bra up over her breasts began pinching and kneading them with expert care.

Within moments Ami was coursing on the edge of orgasm, and only her intense desire to only come when Prof. Yamato did kept her from screaming her pleasure right then.

“By now a few of you boys have probably noticed a tingling at the tip and base of your cocks. (ungh!) This is a sign of your impending orgasm. With practice you will be able to hold off this reflex, so you can increase your lover’s pleasure. Don’t be concerned if you can’t control yourself yet. At your age you should be able to maintain your erections even after coming, at least until you partner reaches her climax.”

The professor had started increasing the pace of his thrusts, and Ami was losing the battle to delay her own climax. Yamato stopped giving instructions to the class as he fought off his own climax. Behind them, the sounds of multiple orgasms filled the air. Several of the girls and two of the boys had achieved more than one climax. Now as the frenzy of sexual activity slowed, Ami’s classmates turned to watch as Prof. Yamato continued to take her from behind. All other sound faded as their animal moans filled the air.

Both of them were determined to delay their own climax as long as possible, in hope of reaching it together. Finally Ami could hold back no longer. She screamed in exultation as her vaginal muscles clamped down on her Sensei’s rod, and cum gushed from Ami’s exhausted body. Feeling her climax, Prof. Yamato sprayed his own copious release into her overflowing vessel. It took several moments for his cock to stop spurting his seed into her pussy, and each throb of his cock sent small shivers of delight up her insides. When his cock stopped pouring its load into her pussy, Ami’s muscles relaxed enough to let him pull his shaft out.

Turning to face her Sensei, Ami dropped to her knees and quickly took his penis into her mouth, using her tongue and lips to quickly cleanse the fluids coating its now semi flaccid length. All thought of the lecture, or the fact that the other students might be watching had flown from her mind. All that mattered was doing whatever it took to get his wonderful instrument ready once more.

Ami had now taken control of their dance and with gentle pressure pushed Yamato back against the middle of the three lab tables at the front of the lecture hall. Not letting his cock out of her mouth for even one second she managed to get him up onto the table and far enough back that only his calves and feet weren’t on the table. Stopping only long enough to yank her bra all the way off, breaking the shoulder straps as she did so, she climbed out of her skirt and on the table to sit straddling Yamato’s midriff.

There was nothing of tenderness or love in the kiss she gave her professor then, only raw carnal desire. Any remaining hesitancy on the part of his organ fled and he became rock hard once more. Reaching down she eagerly guided its head to her opening and dropped her hips even as he thrust up to meet her.

The resultant jolt of pleasure as her body reacted to once more being impaled by Yamato’s organ was almost enough to send Ami into an immediate state of rapture. Arms straight, hands on her professor’s shoulders, eyes locked with his, she began to slowly draw her hips up and down the fiery shaft of pure delight within her. Each successive thrust brought its own mini climax, and sensual moans of delight came from her throat.

Those of the class unable to continue their own activities found their eyes drawn irresistibly to the sight of Ami riding Yamato’s cock clothed only in her open white blouse. The sight of her there, perfectly formed breasts half seen though the now translucent material, combined with their own post coital euphoria seemed to make it as if they were each apart of the spectacle before them.

Slowly Ami began to increase the speed and force of her downward plunges, as small balls of lightning seemed to coruscate across her eyeballs. Suddenly she shifted position so her hands were now behind her on Yamato’s thighs, her blouse falling away so only her arms were momentarily obscured by its material, before it fell from her shoulders onto his thighs.

With every bit of their copulation now visible to the enraptured class, she alternately lifted herself almost completely off his wand, and then ground herself against his pubic bone. Within moments the pleasure became too much for both of them and they came with shattering orgasms so forceful their mixed juices actually fountained up onto Yamato’s chest, belly and the table beneath them.

Somehow Ami maintained just enough control to keep her torso from collapsing backward and falling off the table, instead managing to pull herself to the side and laying beside her exhausted professor.

Luckily for all concerned, this was the last class to use this lecture hall that day. Slowly, the students began to gather their clothes, books, laptops and sundry other items together and either singly or in small groups exited the room. Ami was neither the first nor the last to pull herself together enough make her departure, but she was one of the few who had to leave without being fully clothed. Her panties had completely disappeared and her brassiere was now useless with its broken straps.

Wrapped in a post-coital afterglow the normally shy and studious girl danced across the quad to her next class. Despite the fact that each spin and leap revealed her naked pussy, and her half buttoned blouse alternately was either clinging to every curve of her supple breasts or flying open enough to display them to all in eyeshot.

For the first time in her life, she decided to skip her next lecture and instead moved to one of the quieter corners of the campus. The southwest corner of the quad gave way to a small valley where “Mirror Lake” a small pond was located. Although it was surrounded by a walkways, there were still several areas where one could find relative privacy in its environs and Ami quickly found one of these. Her back against one of the trees, she leaned back closed her eyes and (one hand gently stroking her naked flower) fell into a light blissful doze.

It would be several days before anyone would stop to wonder what could have caused a simple biology lecture to turn into a full on orgy. The cause of the foul odor that had permeated the hall was never discovered, nor was anyone able to find the box of incense Prof. Yamato had used to clear the air. Only those directly involved ever made the connection to that day and the sudden flurry of births at the University Hospital the following year.

To be continued?

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This is the fourth in a series of “Diane and John” stories. They are about a young girl’s introduction to love and sexuality by an older man. “Part 1 – Diane” is her version of the story. “Part 2 – John” is the same story from his perspective. Diane and John hope you enjoy both versions.

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Part 1 – Diane

We had started the day with a drive to Bodega Bay in the little red sports car. I had never ridden in a car without a top, and it was fun. My mind wasn’t totally on the drive, though. I’d had my first experience with sex, and I wanted more, more, more. From time to time, John reached over to give my pussy a little caress. I found myself thinking about making love and ignoring the scenery.

We checked into our motel shortly after noon, and I was thoroughly kissed as soon as we got into the room. I’d found out about kissing recently, and I wasn’t able to go very long without it. John and I shared a long, loving shower, and I gave him a nice hardon with my soapy hand. I loved doing that.

I wanted John to take me to bed right then, but he said there would be plenty of time for that later. He was hungry, and wanted to go to lunch. I’m a big eater, so I didn’t argue. Besides, he promised to take care of me … thoroughly later. That make me giggle, but I looked forward to it.

We had lunch at a nice restautant where we could watch seals playing in the bay. We held hands, and I was very much in love.

We drove to the beach and had it almost to ourselves. Since it was Sunday afternoon, the weekenders were mostly gone. We walked along the shoreline holding hands, and the few people there probably thought we were father and daughter.

I may be about the right age, but my feelings for John certainly aren’t those of a daughter for a father. There are millions of his sperm swimming around inside me, too, and I’m sure that isn’t something daughters usually have. It’s a lovely feeling to be around strangers and share that secret with my lover. It’s a little hard to get used to the fact that I’m what Mom’s magazines call “sexually active.” Well, I’ve been sexualy active once, anyway. I got my cher…. I’m not a virgin anymore. Not after last night.

John was carrying his camera, and a nice fisherman we met took a picture of us with our arms around each other. I tried my best to look at John as a daughter would, but I don’t think I succeeded. I’m sure if anyone had given us more than a casual glance, they would have known we were lovers.

We climbed around the rocks on the breakwater until we found a secluded spot, out of sight of anyone. John wanted to take pictures of me. Just for fun I pulled my tee shirt up over my braless breasts as he was taking a picture. One thing led to another, and I found myself wearing less and less as more pictures were taken. I was standing on top of a big rock, wearing nothing but RayBans and sneakers when there was a loud whistle behind me. I turned around to see that three fishermen in a little boat had come around the point and were only about twenty yards away. I yelped and jumped down to hide behing the rock, and I could feel myself blush from the ends of my short blonde hair to the tips of my toenails.

After getting my clothes back on and lots of holding and reassurance from John, I finally recovered from my embarrassment. A nice, deep, passionate, body rubbing kiss did wonders for getting me back to normal. In fact, it got me into the mood for being taken back to the motel and fu … made love to. It was just last night that we made love, but I want it again already. I wonder how often people … do it. Is there something wrong with me? If there is, it sure feels good.

About an hour after the episode of those fishermen seeing me nude, I was getting ready to go naked in public again. Well, not quite, but my new swimsuit sure didn’t cover much. It was the first time I’d had worn the little yellow bikini since I’d tried it on at the store. It wasn’t one of those thong bikinis, but it was sure a lot smaller than the one piece black suits the nuns at school had grudgingly let us wear at the pool. There was no way I would ever wear something like that out in public without John close by, and even then I wore the robe over it on the way from the motel room to the pool.

The day had turned warm and sunny, and the pool was protected from the ocean breeze. Perfect conditions for working on a tan. There were a few older people around the pool, and I could see some middle aged male eyes on me when I took the robe off. I had thought I would be bashful about appearing in front of strangers in that bikini, but I wasn’t. Well, not too much. I decided it was because John was there with me. With my Ray Bans, nobody could tell where I was looking, and it was fun to watch the men watching me. One fat lady glared at her husband when she saw him staring at me. John said I looked positively edible in my bikini, and that made me feel good Escort Kız but gave me the giggles.

John said, “I like the way a giggle makes your tits wiggle.” That made me giggle (and wiggle) just that much more.

I had been keeping a journal of all the things that happened to me by dictating into a little microcasette recorder John had bought me. I wanted to keep it up to date, but I hadn’t said anything to the recorder for two days. It seems like I’ve had a lifetime of experiences since I started my journal just a few days ago. Can it only be two days since I sat on the patio at school, wearing that stupid uniform, and talking to my recorder about my first two days and nights with John? I was a virgin then, and I hadn’t even taken his big, warm penis in my mouth. Huh, I’d never even seen a penis, and I sure didn’t know what semen tasted like. I still had the ponytail I grew up with. My cherry, too.

So much happened on Friday and yesterday, expecially yesterday. I think that was one of those days that are never forgotten. I wouldn’t be surprised if today is another one. Tomorrow, too, and the day after. This is my once in a lifetime chance to experience a real, live fairy tale, and I’m going to love and remember every minute.

I asked John if he thought it would be okay to use my tape recorder there by the pool. He said that would be fine, except that I had to keep my voice down so that the other people around the pool wouldn’t get the news about what we had been doing. He gave me the little card for the door to our room, and I trotted to the room and came back with the recorder.

I spent about an hour (and three tapes) making a narrative of what had been done to me, for me, by me, and with me since my last conversation with the recorder. What I’m writing at this moment is from one of those tapes. I kept the recorder close to my mouth and my voice very low so that even John couldn’t hear what I was saying. Those thoughts were very private, and I didn’t even want John to know everything I was thinking. All those things happened in the last 48 hours! Definitely the most eventful and momentous two days in my life. There would sure be some heart attacks if certain people ever listened to these tapes!

I noticed John looking at me and I asked what he was doing.

He pulled his chair over until it touched mine and quietly said, “I’m admiring you, Sweetie. You are absolutely beautiful, and looking at you makes me feel good. You have a gorgeous face, and that new hair style is perfect for you. You also have the most perfect legs I’ve ever seen on a woman. You’re still a little slim in the hips because you’re so young, but your body is just about perfection. Did they take your measurements at the dress shop when they fitted you for your new clothes?”

I was blushing with delight at the compliments, but I answered, “Yes, Darling, but they’re not very impressive. I’m 30-18-28, with an A+ bra size. We cheated a little, and my new bras are B cup. I hope I grow into them. Oh, I’m four feet ten and weigh 84 pounds.”

“Diane,” John said, “those measurements actually are impressive. It’s the difference between your tiny waist and your bust and hips that counts, and anything over ten inches is spectacular. You’re just in miniature; tiny and flawless. You’re a lot different than the skinny nine year old who used to call me ‘Uncle John.'”

I giggled and said, “I was in love you even when I was nine, you know. In fact, I was eight when I decided I was in love with you. I can’t even remember not loving you, John.”

“I guess you know now that you were much, much too naive to really be in love when you were nine,” he said. “Some people would say you’re still too young.”

I said, “Oh Lover, I didn’t know enough about it four days ago to really be in love with you. I thought I was, but now I know that it was just a crush of a girl for an older man. That all started to change, though, the first time you kissed me. Gosh, was that only last Wednesday? That was my first real kiss, you know. You’ve taught me a lot and I’ve learned so much about myself in the last few days. Now I know about love from an adult point of view. I know what it is, and that’s changed everything. Now I really do love you as a woman loves a man, and I seem to love you more every minute we’re together. Any don’t you even think about me being too young for anything.”

“You have a lot still to learn, Honey,” John said. “You’re on the right track, though, and your hormones are definitely in the right place. I’m very lucky to be the one who watches, helps, and shares as you grow and learn. That fat woman over there with the sunburned husband is staring daggers at you. I think she resents a female who is young and beautiful and can wear a bikini like yours.”

“I don’t think she likes me,” I giggled. “Her husband has been staring at me ever since we came out to the pool. It’s fun wearing my Ray Bans so I watch men look at me. I never noticed it before. Do you think it’s because they can tell I’m not a virgin anymore?”

John laughed and said, “No, Sweetie, I think it’s probably that bikini you’re wearing. It doesn’t leave much to the imagination, you know. You have a lot of flawless hide exposed. I don’t blame men for staring at you. Hell, I do it myself. I know what’s under those few scraps of yellow cloth, though, and that makes it even better for me. I look at that tiny bra and think of breasts with silky skin and pink, puffy nipples. I think about what’s under the bikini bottom, too. Firm, smooth butt, hairless little mound, and that part of you that can’t be seen.”

I giggled, “Do you mean my pussy, Lover?”

John smiled and said, “Yeah, that tiny little pussy I love to kiss and the big, sensitive clitoris that responds so nicely to my lips and tongue. Did you know your vagina squeezes my cock when you come, Honey?”

I could feel myself blushing as I said, “You mentioned that when we were … doing it. I was sort of busy, though, so I didn’t ask you about it. I didn’t know I was doing it. What was it like?”

He said, “Not just a squeeze, Honey. It was squeeze-relax-squeeze-relax, like your pussy was sucking and milking my cock. It was incredible, and I’ve never felt anything like it. You have a very talented pussy, Sweetie.”

I was still blushing, but with pleasure, and I said, “I’m glad you like it, John. It’s all for you. It must be just the right size for your penis, because he made it big enough to fit. I wasn’t nearly that big before he arrived. He’s just a little too big for me, and that’s perfect. That means I get filled completely and then stretched to make room for more. I love that feeling of being full and stretched. Lover, do other couples talk like this in public places.”

John laughed and said, “I don’t know about other couples, but it seems natural for us. Let’s just keep our voices down. I have to turn over on my stomach now, Honey. Talking like this has given me a hardon, and I have to hide it before I get arrested. You go ahead and finish your tapes, and I’ll just lay here and look at you.”

I blushed, but I loved hearing that John thought I was attractive. He had told me before, but it was something I never got tired of hearing. I was still insecure about being attractive to such a mature, sophisticated, handsome man, and I needed all the reassurance I could get. Besides, what woman doesn’t love to be told she’s beautiful?

I went back to my recorder and told it, in great detail, about the wonderful things that had happened the night before when I’d lost my virginity.

Along with the new feelings and experiences I’d had in the past several days, I had also been introduced to quite a few new words. I asked John what a word meant when I didn’t know, and he was very patient about answering my questions. He liked teaching me things. As I talked to my little recorder, I occasionally asked John how to spell a word so I would know when I went to type it into my computer. I spelled those words out on the tape, and John seemed to get a kick out of the things I wasn’t sure how to spell (cervix, Grand Marnier, testicle, champagne, fallopian, uterus, etc.).

He laughed and said, “Honey, it sounds like you’ve been doing nothing but drinking and studying genital anatomy the last few days.”

I giggled and asked him how to spell ‘genital.’ What it meant, too.

By the time I had brought my taped diary up to date, my shoulders were starting to feel hot from the sun, like I was getting a little sunburn. Also, telling the recorder about what had happened the night before made me want more of it. The conversation John and I had about my pussy just added to the feeling.

I had heard people use the word ‘horny’ before, but I had really never appreciated its meaning until then. I could even feel my pussy moistening, and I didn’t have to be told what that meant. Is it really possible that I was a virgin less than …….. um …. sixteen hours ago? I sure seem to be getting into this sex thing in a hurry. Well, why not? It’s not only the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me, I can’t even remember what’s second best. Well, love is right up there, too. Love and sex are really the same thing, though, and I can’t imagine having one without the other. That combination is my favorite thing.

I turned off the recorder and asked John for the door card so I could go to our room for a couple of minutes. He gave my bottom a little pat as I was putting on my robe. There’s no way I would walk around in this bikini without a robe over it.

When I got to the room, I gave my pussy a good washing. For what I had in mind, I needed to be nice and fresh down there. I dried myself thoroughly and got back into my bikini bottom and robe.

I wore very little makeup, but I freshened it. I didn’t bother with the blusher. I’ve been blushing so much today I really don’t need this stuff.

When I got back to the pool, the wind had gotten stronger and dark clouds were moving in from the ocean. My shoulders were warm from the sun, but the rest of me was getting a little cold and I was ready to go inside. Actually, being chilly on the outside had nothing to do with wanting to go inside.

I leaned over close to John and said, “Lover, would you do something for me?”

“I’d do just about anything for you, Baby, and you know it,” John whispered. “What would you like me to do?”

“Well, first of all, I haven’t been kissed in over an hour, and you’re going to have to take care of that very soon.”

John laughed and said, “I promise we’ll get you kissed the very first second we’re alone. Is that all you wanted?”

I was suddenly embarrassed, and I stammered, “Well, there’s one other thing. … um … would you please take me inside and … kiss my … uh … kiss my pussy? I’d really like that. I just washed her, so she’s nice and fresh.” I could feel myself blush from head to toe.

John seemed to ponder his answer for a moment, then he said, “I suppose I could do that, but only if I can kiss your lips, suck your nipples, and lick your thighs first. Oh, and do you want the long, drawn-out, teasing kind of pussy kissing, or would you prefer the kind that gets you there in a hurry?”

I giggled and stood up, and as I was putting on my robe I quietly said, “Yes, definitely, to all those first parts, Lover, and I’ll take either one of the options. How about both?”

I added, “Can we go right now, please? I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I’m getting wet …. down there …. again. I’m already getting a damp spot on my bikini, and I don’t think I can wait much longer.”

John laughed and stood up. As we gathered up our things, I made sure I had my recorder and those tapes I had made. Wouldn’t it be a disaster if someone got ahold of those!

As soon as the door was locked I slid myself into John’s arms and we kissed very passionately. It was one of those kisses that made me feel like I was floating about an inch above the floor and that my pussy was positively gushing.

While we kissed John slid my robe off and unhooked my bikini bra. I got it off without breaking our kiss, and I loved the feel of my bare nipples against his chest. Well, they were really more against his stomach since I was so much shorter. Our kiss caused a nice bulge in John’s swimsuit, and I rubbed myself against him for encouragement.

John had me lie on the couch and he kneeled alongside and kissed me deeply. I put a hand behind his head to pull his mouth hard against mine while I slid my tongue between his lips. Still kissing, he reached down and slid the bikini down over my bottom to my knees, and I hooked it with a toe and pulled it off completely. I was already breathing deeply and moaning from want, pleasure, and anticipation. Thinking about those things while talking to the little tape recorder had really gotten me excited, and John’s kisses had started me tingling.

He kissed my throat and down to my breasts, and soon he had one of my nipples gently sucked between his lips while he circled it with his tongue. The nipple he was sucking swelled and hardened, and the other one did the same without even being touched. I looked down, and they were like little red berries standing out on my pale breasts.

John kissed his way downwards, stopping to put the tip of his tongue into my belly button. That caused a tickly but nice feeling that made me giggle. Then he brushed his lips down my flat tummy and nuzzled his nose and mouth through what would have been pubic hair if I’d had any. That lovely tingle I was feeling grew stronger as his warm lips kissed towards my pussy.

I parted my legs in anticipation, and he put his hands under me and moved my bottom to the edge of the couch and moved the chair over for me to put one foot on. There I was, wide open, knees wide, and ready. The only thing I was wearing was a little makeup and some clear nail polish. Oh, and White Shoulders. I hope my pussy hasn’t gotten too wet.

John was kissing and licking the inner part of my thighs. He looked up at me and said, “Diane, the skin of your inner thighs is the smoothest and softest anywhere on your body. There and the skin on your breasts just below the nipples.” I guess he would know, he’s kissed almost every inch of me. I’m sure glad he likes kissing my skin. I love it.”

He kissed the very top of my cleft and whispered said, “I think I’ll tease you until you beg me to let you come. Does that sound okay?”

“That sounds wonderful, Darling.” I whispered and pulled his hair to get his mouth where I wanted it. “Please start right … there.”

He spread my inner lips with the tip of his warm, wet tongue, then I felt it slide right up into my vagina. Mmm That wonderful tongue of his explored inside me until it felt as if I was flowing like a river. I whispered that I hoped I wasn’t getting too wet, but John’s mouth was too busy for him to answer, so it was apparently okay.

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