I was cramming for midterms, but I just could not get my mind to focus. Here goes my academic scholarship and my chance to become a doctor, I thought as I slammed the medical book against the wall in frustration.
I had to get out of this claustrophobic dorm room, which with each passing minute was feeling increasingly like a prison cell, before I lost my mind completely. The dreary concrete walls, drippy rusty corner sink and uncoiled spring mattress bed were a far cry from my digs back home.
Although it depressed me, I had to forget about my old privileged life and prove to my parents that I could make it on my own of course with a little help after all, they were still covering my tuition, food, and room and board . But if I flunked out of school, I would become the joke of the family, displacing even my “loser” older brother.
Although saying “fuck it” to school felt like the thing to do, I forced myself to try to regain my focus. I retrieved the book from the dusty floor and gazed at the text, hoping my brain would somehow connect with the alien text staring back at me. Nothing!
I knew I should have paid more attention in class, but I had a packed schedule: six classes plus a part-time job in Macy’s junior department. All of which was leaving me incredibly tense.
That was it I needed to relax! And only two things always managed to calm my nerves: a steamy shower or sex. It looked like a quickie wouldn’t be possible, since every guy on campus had his nose buried in his books. That meant no one would be taking his cock out to play. I sighed.
Which left the shower. I set the offending book down on my desk as gently as I could under the circumstances what I really wanted to do was burn the thing and took off my clothes. I donned a silk robe and flip-flops, filled my “shower pail” with shampoo, conditioner, soap, shaving foam and a razor, and grabbed a towel and my room key.
As I was locking the door, Seth, who lived on the same floor, waved from across the hallway. He was half-naked. No wonder my parents hated the idea of me living in a coed dorm. Not that that stopped me from reaping the benefits. I had screwed most of the guys on the tenth floor and beyond.
Seth’s hair was still dripping from the shower, and he had a yellow towel wrapped loosely around his trim waist. I noticed his balls peeking out of a slit he probably wasn’t aware of until he followed where my eyes were glued!
All semester long I had timed my showers so I could “casually” witness Seth’s spectacular chiseled body, but this time it was a happy accident. I had brought many an orgasm upon myself, masturbating while imagining him. At times his scrumptious face and body even took possession of my mind while I fucked other guys.
“Hey, Hannah, what’s up?” he called out, his dark-chocolate eyes sparkling.
“I’m trying to avoid studying for midterms,” I said, frowning while admiring his cut torso and inhaling the fresh scent of his after-shave. “Studying sucks.”
“Need a distraction?” he asked, peeling off his towel and standing there with his erect dick fully exposed. He looked like he was ready for me!
“That’s okay,” I said, dumbfounded. “I think I just need a shower.”
Who was I kidding? What I needed was a good fuck! But I didn’t want to come off as too eager or desperate.
I guess Seth wasn’t used to rejection, because within seconds he was brushing his naked body against my silk robe. For a minute I got lost in the moment, allowing the intense heat between us to ignite. But I quickly snapped back to reality. The reality was that we were standing in the middle of the hallway practically fucking each other.
“Seth, are you crazy?” I said. “What if someone sees us? We’ll get kicked out of school.” I kept my voice low so I wouldn’t draw the attention of any of our floormates.
Not that I had much of a reputation to protect. Word had already gotten around that I was the campus slut. Ever since I lost my virginity, wherever I went, the slut label followed me. But I couldn’t help myself. I love giving blowjobs or having a dick plunging in my twat. Despite all the dirty judgmental stares I get, the incredible feelings that come from sex are as necessary to me for survival as oxygen and water.
“Oh, Hannah,” Seth groaned, grinding his rod into my silk-shielded pussy.
“Seth,” I snapped, “you can’t just keep humping me in the hallway!”
“Then let’s go someplace private,” he said, tracing his fingers over my hard nips. “Like maybe the shower? Isn’t that where you were headed?”
I was so wet that I felt I would flood myself if I didn’t get to release the sexual tension. “Okay,” I said, and I allowed him to lead me to the shower stalls.
Seth hung his towel on the hook outside the shower, and I watched his cock spring fully to attention. I liked how he trimmed his pubic hairs, and how those thick, healthy veins pumped all through his shaft. I couldn’t wait to have a sensual workout with that beautiful cock.
When I undid the belt of my robe, his eyes widened. “Wow, you’ve got a slamming body,” he said. He whistled and hollered like guys often do when they see me in the buff. I’m not bragging. I’m just stating a fact. Then he reached in the stall to start the shower. As he adjusted the water, he said, “How do you like it?”
“Hot,” I said. “Very hot.” As our eyes met, I began to fondle my pussy. For a few minutes he watched me play with myself with great interest. In time I announced that I was close to coming.
“Oh yeah, Hannah, go on and make yourself come,” Seth encouraged me.
I tweaked my swollen clit and let my fingers absorb my dripping nectar. “Oh, oh, I’m fucking coming!” I shouted at the start of an especially noisy climax.
“Shit, I want to make you scream like that,” Seth said. He stepped in the pale-green-tiled shower, and I followed right behind. As we stood under the steamy water, he lifted the bar of soap from my pail and ran it along my neck, then down to my tits and around my nips, then down to my mound. I let out a moan as he rubbed me, and moaned louder as he massaged my clit.
We stepped out of the flow of water to lather each other up, until we were both covered with suds. Then we let the water cascade over us, washing away the soap and coating our bodies with glistening moisture. We ground our soaked bodies against each other, and I got to feel the full expanse of Seth’s hard-on. My twat seemed to have a heartbeat, thudding for Seth to occupy it. I couldn’t wait too much longer for him to invade me.
“Lean against the wall with your legs spread open,” he said.
“Only if you promise to fuck me hard and fast,” I snapped back as I turned facing the wall.
He tapped my tight ass and said, “Yeah, I’ll fuck you, like a friggin’ sex speed demon.” He was already easing his cock in my pulsing pussy. Big as it was, I was so wet that it slid in easily.
“Yeah, that’s right,” I said between moans as his slick dick tickled and massaged my insides. While he pounded me from behind, he kneaded my clit with his fingers. As promised, he banged me fast and hard. And I knew it wouldn’t be long before he realized his wish of bringing me to a screaming climax.
As my body shuddered, I felt him pull out of me and spray hot cream all over my back while he fondled my heaving tits. Suddenly I thought of all the tension I’d been feeling not that many minutes earlier. The steamy encounter with Seth had released it all, washed it all away.
When we stepped out of the shower, Seth wrapped himself in his yellow towel, and I draped my silk robe over me. We were both smiling broadly.
“You better get back to studying,” he said. “I don’t want you blaming me for failing your midterms.” He gave my ass cheeks a gentle squeeze.
“Thanks for the fuck,” I said. “I really needed that.”
“Why not stop by my room after your exams?” he suggested, er, suggestively.
“Sure, I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said, blowing him an air kiss. I returned to my room refreshed and fulfilled.
And like magic, the total release of orgasm seemed to have sent a signal to my brain triggering it to absorb information I’d been totally unable to process earlier. I drifted off to sleep with an optimistic feeling about my morning exams, and about Seth’s interest as well. I was sure his dick couldn’t wait to see me again. My pussy was already aching for him.
After finishing the midterms, which I thought I did well on maybe I might be a doctor after all! , I stood outside Seth’s room. Loud howls were coming from inside so raw that for a moment I thought Seth was in excruciating pain. Then I figured he was either fucking a girl or masturbating himself to oblivion.
I wasn’t sure if I should invite myself in. I decided to test the door. And sure enough, it was unlocked. It flew open, and I walked in. Then my jaw dropped.
Seth and his roommate, Doug, were watching a porn flick. On-screen two blonde bimbos were in a 69 position, eating each other out voraciously. Seth and Doug, on separate beds, were sitting completely naked jerking their stiff dicks off intensely.
I was about to slip out when Seth called out, “Wait, Hannah, don’t leave.”
“I feel strange watching you guys jerk off right,” I explained, still heading out the door. It wasn’t turning me on seeing the guys beating their meat to the sleazy video. In fact, I found it kind of disgusting. I couldn’t peel my eyes away from either one of them, though. And at some point I realized that the sight was starting to turn me on. No question, my pussy was warming up!
“Want to help us out?” Doug said, without slowing his self-abusing hand.
God, he was adorable like a punk rocker, with tattoos, green and black spiky hair, his body adorned with piercings. He was the opposite of Seth, who was totally the clean-cut All-American college-jock type. They couldn’t have been more different, but they both had the power to make me cream my panties just by seeing their naked bodies.
Seth stood up. “Didn’t you ever want to be banged by two guys?” he said as he approached me waving his boner.
“I’m not sure if I want to be sandwich-fucked,” I said honestly.
I might be a whore at heart, but I had never done it with two guys at the same time. True, I once fucked three different men in one day, but they were totally separate fucks, and none of the guys knew about the others.
“Hey, Hannah,” Seth said, “what are you so afraid of?”
“Nothing,” I said. “But I am curious, are you and Doug going to suck or fuck each other?”
I just didn’t know what the rules were for a two-guys-and-a-girl scenario. I had never thought of being double-teamed, but suddenly the idea was starting to appeal to me. In fact, it was making me extremely horny.
“No,” Doug said, “Seth and I don’t swing that way. You’ll get to be in on all the action. Let’s just say that you’ll be completely satisfied by the both of us.”
Well, with a proposition like that, I was ready and willing. I began shedding my clothes, I’m afraid in the form of a bit of a striptease first my denim miniskirt, then my white tank top, then a leopard-print bra from Fredrick’s of Hollywood the guys seemed especially pleased to see my C-cup tits spring free , finally the matching pair of G-string panties.
The guys circled me like animals in the wild. Without any further words, I grabbed Seth’s thick cock and kneeled in front of him. I licked and sucked his luscious shaft ferociously, until I realized that Doug was being neglected! I glanced up and saw him salivating watching Seth and me.
I reached for Doug’s cock and guided it toward my mouth. I didn’t know if I could take both those beautiful hard-ons in my mouth, but I intended to find out! It turned out that I could, and with rampaging delight I sucked the two dicks simultaneously. While my tongue and lips ministered to them, those two beautiful dicks seemed to unite as one.
The guys’ animal grunts and groans filled the room. I got even more excited when I caught our reflection in a full-length mirror. Seeing myself giving a double-tasking hummer, I couldn’t help but touch myself.
Now Doug barked, “Get on my cock and suck me off,” and thrust his dick farther in my throat. Seth chimed in, “Give it to us, baby” while stuffing as much of his big dick in as he could.
As the guys neared the edge, I slid their primed dicks out of my mouth and said, “Stick these where they belong.”
Seth carried me to his bed, laid me down on the plaid Ralph Lauren comforter and sprawled naked beside me. He pulled my face to his and made out with me greedily with his dick gliding over my soaked mound. In one urgent thrust it entered me.
Though wracked by pangs of passion, I saw Doug grab some K-Y jelly, then scoot onto the bed behind me. I felt his lubed fingers coat my asshole, while Seth banged away relentlessly at my cunt. Doug rammed a few fingers in to test the tightness of my anus. As he finger-fucked my ass, my muscles relaxed and took those fingers in with mounting ease and pleasure. A few moments later I felt his cock enter, with his balls slapping my thighs.
I was in a state of complete sex saturation, and I loved every minute of it. I shuddered at the feel of those two hard dicks thrusting deep inside me. My body was shaking so hard, I knew I was headed for an orgasm unlike any I’d ever had. After I came, with the guys still fucking away like drilling machines, I was all set to see how long it would take them to bring me off again.
Then I realized I was being selfish. It was the guys’ turn to lose it. I took Seth’s dick out of my pussy and brought it to my mouth. I licked and sucked every inch of it, while Doug kept right on fucking my ass.
“Yeah, baby, suck me,” Seth gasped. I twirled my tongue around the tip of his dickhead while working the shaft vigorously with my hand. “Oh, shit, I’m coming!” he moaned, and he blasted come all over my face.
Within minutes Doug was ready to blow his load. He sprayed it all over my lower back.
While I cleaned up from the dual come shower, the guys lay on their beds exhausted. “Well, boys,” I said, laughing at their sorry state, “I guess I tired you two out.”
“Yeah, I’m done for the night,” Doug said, barely able to get the words out. The next sound he made was snoring.
“I bet I could go another round soon,” Seth said, lifting his head off the pillow.
“Yeah? You’re up for some more fun?” I said, massaging his balls.
“Just give me some time to recoup,” Seth moaned.
“Okay,” I said, “I’ll do some laundry in the meantime.” I was still getting used to doing laundry. My clothes had always been laundered and returned to me neatly folded by our live-in maid, Mary. “You get your rest,” I said, giggling, as I collected my clothes from the floor and quickly put them on.
I fetched the full laundry basket from my room and took it up to the top floor, where the laundry room was. When the washing machine went into spin cycle, I leaned against it and let the vibrations flow through my body. I closed my eyes and soon had a few fingers pumping in and out of my pussy.
“Would you like me to take over?”
I opened my eyes and saw Seth standing over me.
“Go for it,” I said, pulling my fingers out of my love hole.
He lifted me on top of the washer and plunged his hard-on in my dripping cunt. As my clothes were getting cleaned, Seth the beautiful All-American boy and I were doing our utmost to get dirty.
A perfect day of golf awaited me. The sky was clear, the air was warm but not sticky, and there was a gentle breeze that wasn’t strong enough to blow the ball astray.
My business partner, Andrew, had set up a round of golf at his incredibly snooty country club to impress some potential investors in our company. He’d kept their identities under wraps for weeks, and insisted we meet them outside the stuffy office.
I didn’t argue. Along with workaholism, golf is my addiction. Maybe that’s why at 36 I still haven’t found the time to settle down to a meaningful relationship. But I don’t mind being single, seeing how all my friends who’ve gotten hitched are in matrimonial hell while I continue to play the unlimited-sex field. Between my fat paycheck and all that wild, no-strings-attached fucking, my friends are usually green with envy.
“So, Andrew, tell me something about these mystery clients of ours,” I said as I unloaded my golf bag from the trunk of his BMW. “Like, what are their names?” I like to do my homework. I always feel that being prepared gives me an edge over the competition. I had it drummed into me in B-school: “Knowledge is power.”
“Their names are Jerry and Roger,” Andrew said, resting his white sun visor atop his balding head. “And they’re interested in investing thousands, maybe millions in the company.”
A few years back we started up an industrial printing company. It has taken off with a vengeance.
“Yes?” I said. “And? Could you be any vaguer about these people? Like what company are they with? And how did you find out about them?”
“Relax, Kevin,” he said, glancing down at his diamond-encrusted Rolex. “You’ll meet them in a few minutes.”
He seemed calm and collected, and I decided to take his lead. So what if I didn’t know jackshit about these guys? I’m an expert schmoozer. I can close any deal. What was I worried about?
“Well, what do you know?” Andrew said. “Here they are now.”
“Are you sure?” I said. Two people were approaching from the parking lot, but they were a Penthouse-type pinup and a silver-haired gentleman.
“Hi, I’m Jerry,” the beauty said, extending her hand to me. Despite her delicate hands, she had a strong grip. “I’m the president of Digital Design. And this is Roger, our senior VP.”
There had to be a mistake. There was no way a woman this sexy had that kind of business-savvy mind and liked to play golf! I glanced over at Andrew. He was smirking! That devil knew all along that Jerry wasn’t a man but a boner-inducing babe!
She was an authentic bombshell, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Her plaid pleated skirt inched so far up her long, slender legs that I thought it might be grounds for her to get kicked out of this ever-so-proper club. And her long-sleeve golf shirt was unbuttoned to the very last button, exposing her beautiful cleavage. Suddenly, I was wishing for a gust of wind to make her shirt fly up.
“I’m Kevin,” I said. “Nice to meet you.” She was still holding onto my hand. I noticed there was no diamond ring sparkling from her left ring finger. Not like that would have mattered, or taken away from her hotness.
“Likewise,” she said, winking at me and tossing a strand of dark hair over her shoulder.
“Why don’t you two grab a golf cart, and I’ll share one with Roger?” Andrew said. I could tell he was enjoying seeing the lustful gleam in my eyes. He seemed happy helping out his horn-dog single friend, but he was also looking out for Roger, who was evidently such a pathetically faithful husband that he didn’t dare sit that close to a knockout like his boss.
“Sounds like an idea,” I said, smiling a bit apprehensively.
As Jerry and I settled into the cramped cart, she scooted her cute ass so close to me that a tinge of heat ran through me. I drove to the first hole with her hand resting near my thigh. A whiff of her vanilla-scented fragrance filled my nostrils, while her heaving breasts kept catching the corner of my eye, making it a challenge to concentrate on steering.
When she teed up for her first shot, I wondered how her massive boobs weren’t going to get in the way of her stroke. Plus, her stance was all wrong. She was wagging her ass like a dog in heat and leaning forward so much that her tits looked like they were going to pour out of her minuscule shirt. Not that I minded watching this gorgeous woman twist and contort like an expert stripper. But I knew there was no way she was going to get any height or distance on the ball. To my surprise, her ball came down inches from mine!
“Nice shot!” I yelled in amazement.
She came up behind me and whispered seductively in my ear, “Yeah, I guess I have a way with a club.”
“I can see that,” I said. “You know how to handle yourself.” I grinned, hoping she was picking up on my insinuation that she knew her way around a different sort of club ideally mine.
After one-putting the ball in the hole, she countered, “I’m not too bad with balls either.”
I nodded in approval, and began to sweat. I knew it wasn’t due to the sun beating down on me, but to the thought of banging this luscious woman.
Jerry and I continued our sexual banter throughout the day. Meanwhile Andrew and Roger were focused strictly on business. Andrew was using his best negotiating skills.
For once in my life, though, I could care less about closing a business deal. Today I was more interested in landing Jerry. I felt that she was also picking up the vibe between us. I noticed her nipples had gotten hard through her shirt. Furthermore, while our colleagues were engrossed in financial talk, Jerry kept casually brushing her hand near my shaft.
Once when she did this, she whispered in my ear, “Good form.”
“Can you get a hole in one?” I said.
“You’re driver’s so big and long,” she said. “And look how big the head is. I like the way you fire your shot.”
My response to her dirty talk was to clench my ass cheeks together to try to prevent an embarrassing erection from poking through. Every time we got back in the golf cart, her hands traveled dangerously toward the bulge in my pants. By the time we were heading for the tenth hole, her fingers had found their way between my legs and she stroked my cock through my pants. It rose quickly to the occasion.
Suddenly I wanted to attack her tear off her clothes and fuck her right there on the green. I restrained myself because I didn’t want to embarrass Andrew. A good thing too, because otherwise I would have gotten down and dirty with her. Having sex in public has never made me uncomfortable. Beaches, movie theaters, my office during office hours to me these settings simply add spice.
When I teed up for the tenth hole, I wasn’t sure how I was going to hide my now-full erection. I was thankful that Andrew and Roger were fully engaged in their own world and weren’t paying attention to the sexual tension between Jerry and me, or my obvious hard-on. Before I swung, I turned to Jerry, who was licking her glossy lips seductively. I drove, and was surprised that my saluting dick didn’t block the shot. A few seconds later I heard wild clapping and cheering coming from strangers on the course.
“Hole in one!” someone hollered.
“You know what that means?” Jerry said, clamping her hands over my boner through my pants.
“That Tiger Woods should watch out?” I said with complete cockiness.
“Well, I’m not sure about that,” she said. “But it means I have to buy a round of drinks. We’ve got to celebrate.” She lowered her voice to a seductive huskiness and added, “In more ways than one.”
“Okay, that’ll do,” I said. When she lifted her hands from my crotch, my dick was practically jumping out of my pants. I wasn’t sure if I could continue to keep my game up and my pecker down. The heat was intensifying too much around us for me to ignore. But I persevered, notwithstanding the temptations of Jerry’s tits and ass. Amazingly, I played the best game of my life well under par, but well above my level of endurable horniness.
Andrew proposed to drive us all to a local bar to celebrate my triumph. Roger took his place in the front passenger seat, and the money talk continued. Even in my distracted state, I had to smile at some of the numbers I heard being discussed. Meanwhile, in the back seat, Jerry went straight for my dick, fondling it through my pants, and I inched my fingers up her skirt. When I brushed aside her white cotton panties and lodged several fingers in her twat, a small yelp escaped her. I slid my fingers over her slippery clit while she nibbled on my neck. She moaned when my other hand slipped inside her braless shirt and the fingers ran across her stiff nipples.
Suddenly Roger was asking, “How’s everything going back there?” and turning his head around to see! All I could read in the expression on his face was concern. He tried hard not to stare but couldn’t help himself as our steamy hook-up unfolded.
“Roger, get back to business,” Jerry snapped. “This doesn’t concern you.”
Then she stuck her tongue deep in my mouth. Roger whipped his head back facing front, and our tongues and fingers continued to explore. Jerry had unzipped my pants and was all set to give me a handjob when the car abruptly stopped moving.
“We’re here,” Andrew called out as he parked in front a rundown bar.
I zipped up quickly and stepped out of the car while Jerry smoothed away her wrinkled clothes and adjusted her tousled hair.
When Roger and Jerry weren’t looking, Andrew flashed me a thumbs-up sign! I smirked, then followed Jerry’s hot ass inside the shabby bar. The joint was known for its cheap open-bar drink specials, as well as for its cheap open-legged women.
“What can I get you all to drink?” Jerry said, addressing the three of us fanned out around her while leaning her nice rack on the edge of the bar.
Every eye in the place was on her she wasn’t a woman you could ignore. Even the women couldn’t keep from gawking at her. I was impressed by the degree of interest she had showed in me all day. Now I yearned for that attention to progress to a heated body-smacking fuckfest.
“I’ll have a Heineken,” I said, sitting on a bar stool to hide my half-hard-on. Just looking at Jerry made my balls ache and my dick expand.
“I’ll have the same,” Roger said, grabbing a seat next to me.
“Double martini,” Andrew said, remaining standing.
As the drinks flowed, Jerry and I continued to flirt and tease each other. At some point she ended up on my lap, where she must have felt my boner poking through, because she kept wiggling her ass into it.
I was amused when Andrew and Roger left us, deciding to continue their strictly-business conversation in a battered booth at the far end of the dive. The look of disgust in their eyes as they left led me to believe that they thought Jerry and I were misbehaving. But we were enjoying ourselves too much to care. We couldn’t stop ourselves from making a scene. We had long since veered out of professional propriety and into the territory of potentially sleazy behavior.
Still sitting on my lap, Jerry whispered, “I just slipped my panties off.”
“Are you kidding me?” I said, nearly choking on my drink.
“Why don’t you check for yourself?” she said.
My hand snaked up her smooth legs, and my fingers slithered onto her luscious cunt. Sure enough, she wasn’t kidding- not only were there no panties, but her pussy was almost hairless! I stroked it and toyed with her clit for a few minutes, until she shuddered and collapsed under my hand, her entire body vibrating. I loved the way she burst, coming all over my fingers.
“I’m going to go to the ladies’ room now,” Jerry said, slithering off my lap. “Meet me inside.”
By now my hot rod had risen to new heights. “Okay,” I said, chugging the rest of my beer. I sniffed my fingers discreetly, inhaling her delicious scent. I couldn’t wait to have more of her.
“That’s some fuckin’ hot chick,” the bartender said to me. “I can’t believe she let you get her off right here in front of the entire friggin’ bar.” He shook his head in astonishment. You’d have thought that in a dive like this he’d seen everything. Apparently he’d never witnessed anything like that.
“Yeah, she’s a wild one,” I said.
I watched her sashay across the room to the rest room. I felt my loins burning. I was on fire. My dick needed immediate attention.
Once I saw Jerry push the bathroom door open, I scurried up onto my feet and followed in her tracks. As I entered the ladies’ room, a haggard dame stared at me in terror and gasped, “You don’t belong here!”
“Oh yes, he does,” Jerry said, appearing behind the frantic woman. She walked up to me and took my face in her hands. We quickly found each other’s tongue and began making out fiercely. I swooped her up and picked her up in my arms. She clamped her body around my waist, with her tits resting on my face. I pulled her shirt up and licked her nipples.
“You sick degenerates,” the woman wailed. Her hands were clamped tightly on her hips.
“Well, I guess that makes you even sicker for watching,” Jerry said, pushing my mouth closer to one of her erect nipples.
“You two should be ashamed of yourselves,” the woman shrieked, running out of the room like it was a matter of life or death.
We both laughed.
“Yeah, you should be ashamed of yourself,” I repeated to Jerry as I carried her into one of the stalls. She kicked the door open with her dainty foot while attacking me with steamy licks and kisses.
When I set her down, we didn’t bother closing the stall door behind us. She tossed off her skirt and stood there with her tender trimmed bush facing me. I quickly threw down my pants, discarded my boxers and released my throbbing hard-on. I needed to be inside her. She rubbed my ass cheeks gently while my cock inched closer to her twat.
Then she grabbed my member and started jerking me off. Her hands glided deliciously up and down my shaft, making me grunt so loud that it echoed all through that bathroom.
“Fuck me!” Jerry demanded.
I didn’t waste time. Within seconds I was ramming my dick in her moist pussy. She held onto me tightly as our sweaty bodies slammed together. I pumped away at her steadily, and her juices coated and lathered my dick. My thrusts became faster, deeper and more mind-blowing. By now we had both abandoned any pretense to rational thought or action.
While thrashing away, I banged my head on the bathroom door, which led Jerry and me to decide that we needed more space to execute our moves properly. So I carried her out of the bathroom stall and laid her down on the countertop. I licked her nipples eagerly, then licked farther down her body until my tongue landed on her engorged cunt.
“Yeah, Kevin, suck my pussy,” she cried. Obediently, my mouth latched onto her raging pussy. I continued to suck on her swollen clit until I felt like I was going to suffocate for lack of air. I didn’t mind, though, because that would have meant that I had eaten this woman until the end of time. She tasted that divine.
“Oh shit, yeah, I’m coming!” she screamed. And she wasn’t kidding about that either. We wound up one sorry tangle of heaving bodies, liberally slathered with sweat among other bodily fluids.
“Let’s get out of here,” I whispered in her ear finally.
“But you didn’t shoot your load, Kevin,” Jerry said, sitting up from the counter. She brought her lips closer to my cock.
“Then what are you waiting for?” I said, nudging her head on toward my pulsing manhood.
She rolled her slick tongue expertly over the head of my prick. Then she ran her tongue down toward my balls and sucked them gently. My entire body tingled with delight. No one had ever given any attention to my balls before, and the new sensation was driving me wild. My whole body flipped and flopped against the bathroom counter while her mouth tantalized my jewels.
Everything went fuzzy and then blank when she gulped my cock all the way inside her mouth. I was tingling all over. She sucked and licked it, sometimes slowly and gently, other times rapidly and greedily. Regaining some measure of control, I established a steady but firm in-and-out motion, fucking her face vigorously.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Jerry slid my dick out of her mouth and shouted what sounded like “Fuck me in the ass.”
“What did you say?” I asked, wanting to be sure I had heard her correctly. I certainly didn’t want to ruin the moment by attempting a back-door entry without valid permission.
She didn’t answer verbally. Instead she raised herself on top of the counter and positioned herself on all fours. Then she turned her head to face me and said, slowly and clearly, “Now stick your cock in my ass.”
Not too many women had made this request of me, so I was quite thrilled to oblige, to put it mildly. I made sure she was good and lubricated by licking the crack of her ass, and when she was ready for me, I inched my dick slowly in her tight ass.
After a while I was in Jerry deep enough to begin thrusting in and out. Meanwhile my fingers stroked her throbbing pussy.
“Oh, yeah, ride me, you fucking son of a bitch,” she shouted, grooving with my every gyration. Shortly afterward, I felt her body shake and spasm.
“Mmm, yeah, oh, I’m going to come,” I grunted, grimacing.
“Yeah, you hot shit,” Jerry moaned. “Shoot it in my ass.”
Once again I did as she asked and sprayed streams of come in her rear. There was too much for her rectum to absorb, and the excess dripped down her thigh. While I was cleaning her off with a handful of paper towels, someone else walked in the bathroom.
“Don’t mind us,” Jerry said to the new arrival as she slipped off the counter completely naked. I just stood there with my deflated dick hanging in the breeze.
“I could give a shit,” the 20-something girl slurred drunkenly. “I’m so wasted, if I don’t get to a toilet quickly, I’m going to piss myself.”
Jerry and I shrugged. Then we gathered our clothes and put them back on. I frowned as I watched her tits, ass and pussy being concealed.
“Why do you look so upset?” she asked me.
“It’s just a shame that you have to cover up such a smoking body,” I said, pulling my shirt down.
“I could say the same thing to you,” she replied, running her fingers lewdly across my chest.
When we finally stepped back out to the bar, Roger and Andrew were still locked in conversation in the back booth. As Jerry and I approached them, Roger stood up.
“Hey, we’ve got some good news,” Andrew said raising his glass.
“Yeah, what is it?” I said.
“We made a deal,” he said.
“We did too,” Jerry said, winking in my direction.
“Okay, partner, fill me in on all the details,” I said.
“Okay, partner,” Andrew said. He made sure we all had drinks and toasted, “To our new partnership.” Then he leaned over to me and whispered, “And I’ll need all the details of your partnership too, you disgustingly lucky dog.”
“I’m sorry, but I’m just not going anymore. I feel like shit, and I want to kill that asshole,” I said through clenched teeth during lunch. I wasn’t in the best mood and didn’t feel like pretending everything was fine in my life.
“Come on, Jessica, you’ve got to,” Melinda said. “Vermont’s beautiful this time of year.” My best friend was trying to convince me to go to her ski lodge with her and her boyfriend, although I had been dumped on my ass. It was just like Justin to let me down. We had planned the January trip well ahead, but that didn’t stop his roaming eye.
I wasn’t all that surprised when I caught him screwing around with his slutty ex-girlfriend, Kendra. He never got over her. I should’ve seen it coming. He always bragged that Kendra took it in the ass, encouraging me to do so. Whenever I rejected his backdoor advances, he threatened to call Kendra, who he said was always ready and willing. Eventually he did.
“But Jessica, you’ve already bought your lift ticket, and you said you wanted to try snowboarding,” Melinda said, sipping her cappuccino and licking the foam off her heart-shaped lips.
Melinda never has a bad “looks” day. Bad hair, baggy and swollen eyes, breakouts these are never part of her worries. She is perfection. Her curly blonde hair bounces slightly when she walks, as do her tits. Her ass is so tight, you could bounce a quarter off of it. I’ve sometimes hated her for her natural beauty. The girl never has to do a situp, for God’s sake.
“You said you were looking forward to the trip,” she said.
“Yeah, but that was before,” I said. “I was supposed to be going with Justin. Now I’m just going to be a third wheel.” I rolled my eyes.
“Don’t let Justin ruin all your fun.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” I said, pouting. “You have Greg.”
Her boyfriend looks like he just stepped out of the pages of GQ with his chiseled body which I got to see going to the beach with them , his all-year tan, smoldering green eyes and silky jet-black hair. Not only are his looks model material, but she claims she never has to fake an orgasm with him. She would brag endlessly that he always found her G-spot. I’ve always thought “G-spot” was made up by sex therapists to make women feel inadequate in bed. Let’s just say I’ve faked it so many times with studs turned duds that I deserve an Oscar.
Whenever I thought of Greg, I had the feeling that he could definitely take me over the edge. Which depressed me, because I knew I would never get the opportunity Melinda and I share almost everything but draw the line at men. So I had to settle for living vicariously through her sexual retellings.
“Maybe you’ll meet someone,” she said. “There are always attractive guys hanging around the resort. But you’ll never know if you don’t come. Plus, you’ve already taken the time off from work. And you need a vacation, if only to get away from Justin.”
She was making her case like the crack lawyer she is. She can argue any point, swaying anyone to her side.
“Fine,” I muttered. “I guess I’ll go.”
“Great!” she said as the waitress slapped the check down on the table.
“Yeah, great,” I sighed.
A week later, I was in the back seat of Greg’s midnight-blue Land Cruiser, regretting having given in. Snow was falling rapidly, my toes were frozen solid, and Melinda and Greg were fooling around in the front seat like raging teenagers. They were fondling each other as though I wasn’t there.
I pretended not to see her pull his dick out of his jeans. It was even harder to look away from his generous-size hard-on. I envied her as she gave him a handjob that segued into a sloppy-slurpy blowjob. She had no shame! He threw his head back a few times and grunted while driving on through the dangerous snowstorm. I prayed that he wouldn’t lose himself in the moment.
Luckily, he got us to the log cabin in one piece. It was late when we finally arrived, and I was ready to turn in. Melinda and Greg said they were going to do the same. Groggily, I brushed my teeth, removed my makeup and donned my cotton pajamas, then got under the flannel covers and laid my head down on the musty pillows.
As I was drifting off to sleep, I heard moaning from the other bedroom. Instantly, I sat up in bed and eavesdropped! It didn’t take long to figure out that Melinda and Greg were fucking their brains out. They were really going at it, ranting and raving obscenities.
Their bed squeaked and knocked against the wall so loudly that I thought the springs would break, sending them crashing down to the floor. But I heard no sounds of pain, just expressions of pleasure. They didn’t seem to mind that my room was inches away from theirs, and the walls were paper-thin.
I yearned to feel what was making my friend so hot that she was crying and begging Greg for more. It was weeks since I’d had sex with Justin, and suddenly it felt like a lifetime ago. As Greg shouted, “Melinda, I fucking love your pussy,” my hand slid inside my black silk panties. They were wet.
I quickly slipped the panties off and rubbed my clit. I closed my eyes and imagined Greg sticking his hard cock inside me, while I finger-fucked myself and rubbed my nips with my free hand. I came at the same time I heard Greg yell out as he exploded.
The next morning bright and early Melinda and Greg rose from their orgy, and we headed to the snow-capped mountain. My sexual frustration rose to new levels when Melinda kept groping Greg right next to me. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other!
There was no way I was going to last another night with them howling like rutting animals. Good thing I packed my dildo, I thought. Warmth spread between my legs.
As I approached the rental booth, Melinda encouraged me to take snowboarding lessons, since I had no experience on or near a mountain. She said she didn’t want me to break any bones. I paid for an hour lesson, hoping my instructor would be some sexy-horny snow hunk. But he turned out to be a pimple-faced winter surfer-dude with droopy bloodshot eyes. He reminded me of my teenage brother. Yuck!
It was pretty slim pickings on the bunny hill, because no man with a set of balls would be caught dead taking lessons. So it was just a dozen girls plus Freddy the instructor, who was losing all patience with me.
“Dude, try to balance bend your knees slightly,” he said, shaking his head. I wasn’t doing anything right. Maybe that’s why I kept falling on my ass. Being petite, I don’t have much padding in the rear, so each time I fell, it felt like I was getting my ass kicked.
Finally my lesson was over. I was ready to call it an icy day, but it was time to go on the lift and attempt snowboarding on a real mountain. My stomach dropped as my chair lift rose. I closed my eyes, and in an instant I fell off the lift and tumbled down the mountain. I screamed my lungs out as my board and I went rolling toward innocent skiers and snowboarders.
Miraculously, I avoided causing any damage to others or myself. However, when I got back to Melinda’s cabin, my whole body was aching.
“I’m running in for a shower,” Greg hollered. Melinda followed me into my bedroom and plopped herself down on my bed.
“So, did you have fun?” she said, propping her chin on her hands so her violet eyes peered up at me.
If fun meant narrowly escaping killing myself, I thought, then I had a blast. “I guess, but I’m in such pain!” I whined, rubbing my ass cheeks. “I really feel like I bruised myself.”
“Let me see if you have any black-and-blue marks,” Melinda said, scooting off the bed and walking toward me. “Pull down your pants.” She stood so close behind me that I heard her breathing in my ear.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to look at my ass,” I said, suddenly feeling self-conscious about her peeking at it.
“Why are you being so shy?” she said, tugging at my ski pants.
She was right! I was being ridiculous. It couldn’t hurt to drop my drawers. Plus I was curious if I had any bruising. I slid down my pants, and my panties with them. My skin felt the chill of the frigid air. Suddenly, I felt Melinda’s soft fingertips move across my butt cheeks. The freeze melted quickly away. A surge of heat flowed through me.
“You have the cutest, tightest ass,” she said, still caressing my bare butt. “I’m so jealous.” As her hands glided over my skin, I was so turned on, my nipples hardened.
“Do I have any bruising?” I whispered, hoping Melinda wouldn’t notice the horny tone in my voice or my nips protruding from my sweater. Lust was building up in me. I wanted her to explore every inch of my body.
But it was wrong! She’s my best friend. I was never attracted to girls, and I was positive she wasn’t either. I couldn’t believe I was feeling attracted to her! She continued to stroke me. I waited for her to stop. Instead, to my unexpected delight, her fingers tickled my ass crack, slid toward my upper thigh and then traced over my pussy! My entire body tingled.
“I, uh ” I couldn’t protest her touch, because it felt too damn good. Instead, I let a loud moan, held onto her hand and steered her fingers toward my twat. She inserted a couple of fingers easily and swirled them around.
“Wow, you’re so wet!” she said, massaging my clit. I thought I was going to pass out from the blissful sensations she was creating. Somehow I remained standing while my body whirled with pleasure.
“You’re driving me crazy,” I managed to say as she circled her fingertips across my hot spot. When she quickened her pace, something came over me. I spun her around, grabbed her angelic face and stuck my tongue deep in her mouth. Then I threw her down on the bed, yanked her pants off and pulled her lace G-string down.
She shed the rest of her clothing, and as she did, I took in how hot she was. Her toned body, flawless B-cup tits and trimmed blonde pussy were waiting for me. My hands brushed her nipples, and she let out a whimper. I tongued her erect nipples and slipped my fingers in her twat. I finger-fucked her slippery pussy vigorously while fondling her tits with my free hand.
The fire in Melinda’s eyes made me want her even more. I had the urge to taste her, so I pushed her toward the pillows and slid my face down in between her legs. “Eat me, Jessica!” she said, pushing my head deeper into her.
I did so eagerly, running my tongue in the folds of her swollen pussy. I had never tasted another woman, so I didn’t know what I’d been missing. She was delicious! My tongue lapped up more of her nectar. I was new to sucking a woman off, so I didn’t know if I was doing it right, but I had a good idea she was enjoying herself, the way her body kept bouncing up off the bed like she was possessed.
This got me so excited, I touched myself. I was getting wetter by the second.
“Don’t stop, Jessica, you slut!” she shouted. I kept on licking and sucking. “Yeah, that’s right, you hot bitch,” she moaned. “Suck my pussy.”
Her body shook as I continued the suckfest, and she ground her pussy rapidly into my mouth. When I thought she was about to come, I lifted my head off her, slipped off the bed and retrieved the plastic dildo from my overnight bag. Her violet eyes widened as I approached with the mock cock.
“Want me to give it to you?” I said, moving the dildo toward her pussy.
“Oh yes, give it to me now!” she wailed. I rammed it in her. As I pushed and pumped it inside her, she worked herself underneath me until her mouth found my aching pussy. I opened my legs wider, allowing her to lick away. A surge of electric delight coursed all through me as she sucked my twat. I reached for her tits and caressed them. We both moaned.
“Holy shit! What’s going on here?”
Greg was standing in the doorway, throwing a fleece hood over his hair, which was still damp from the shower. Melinda lifted her head from my cunt and wiped her face while I kept pleasuring her with the dildo. “Want to join us?” she said with a naughty grin.
I never imagined Greg shy, but he peered at me and said, “D’you mind?”
I glanced at his pants. He had a humongous hard-on. “No,” I replied, shrugging nonchalantly. I’d never told Melinda about my burning desire for Greg. Suddenly here was an opportunity to fulfill my darkest fantasy!
Greg stripped quickly. God, he was gorgeous! Ripples cascaded over his chest, which was framed by incredibly broad shoulders. And of course there was that magnificent hard-on climbing up toward the ceiling.
He hopped on the bed with us, but at first he just watched. He watched me tongue Melinda, and he watched her explore my pussy. But it wasn’t long before he swung into action, swinging his hefty cock toward my face.
“Suck me, Jessica,” he pleaded.
Racked with desire, I lifted his tool to my mouth and twirled my tongue around the head. He groaned. Then I inhaled the rest of it. I loved the way it felt sliding in and out of my mouth with Melinda still licking my cunt sensually. A rush of gratification ignited my pussy.
“Oh yes, Melinda!” I gasped as my body started shuddering out of control. I experienced an orgasm that felt like a broken dam flooding. Before Melinda could lap up all my juices, Greg pulled his dick out of my mouth and stuck it in my drenched pussy.
We rode each other at lighting speed, and I tried to keep up the same pace hammering the dildo in Melinda’s twat. The three of us turned into a heap of sweaty sex fiends, and primal sounds of delight filled the room. Melinda sucked my tits as they bounced, while her boyfriend kept thrusting his cock inside me.
“Oh Greg, fuck me harder!” I cried out, and as his face tightened, he somehow managed to drive his rod deeper inside me. I shuddered. My entire body began to spasm.
“Yes, that’s it!” I shouted as I had another mind-blowing orgasm, just minutes after the first one a record-breaker for me. While Greg kept on grinding his cock in my moist pussy, I focused on getting Melinda to reach climax with the plastic dildo.
“Oh shit, Jessica, honey, I’m almost there,” she groaned. I pumped the device farther in her, and in seconds she was bucking wildly.
The sight must have added an extra thrill for Greg, because he geared up his fucking to a level of intensity where our bodies were practically molded into one. It wasn’t long before he began to grunt. Then he pulled his cock out of me, and an instant later he shot his load, spraying my face with a nonstop stream of thick come.
As Melinda licked Greg’s cream off my face, I said, laughing, “I don’t mind being the third wheel anymore!” She slithered near me, then lay on top of my naked body. I pulled her curly blonde locks lightly and brought her lips to my mouth. Our tongues meshed, and I tasted the remnants of Greg’s load.
Melinda aligned her juicy mound with mine, and we began humping each other passionately. Our bodies melted into one, with our tits rubbing up against each other. “You know,” she whispered in my ear, “you’re welcome to join us anytime you want.”
Greg was lying beside us, licking my hard nipples as if to confirm that my fantasy had become real! “Yeah,” he said between licks. “Anytime.”
It was turning out to be a long and exhausting day of work. The August heat, compounding a serious case of muscle fatigue, was making it difficult for me to lift my machinery. I debated if I should call it a day, but I had one more landscaping job ahead of me, the Stein estate.
Mr. Stein got pissed easily, especially if his two acres showed any sign of imperfect care. But while he was a pain in the ass, he was generous. He paid cash on the spot, and he always tipped me 50 bucks, which was unheard of among landscapers. So there was no question that I would suck up my fatigue and head on over to the Stein place.
After a few miles of driving, I came to the wrought-iron gate guarding the redbrick driveway that led to the magnificent white mansion. I drove on in, killed the engine of my pickup and hopped out. I unlocked the trailer and rolled out my heavy-duty mower.
Usually I cut the front of the property first. But today I decided to change things up and start with the back yard though I still had no idea where I was going to muster the energy to work in the oppressive heat.
The smoldering sun felt like it was searing me. The way my T-shirt was glued to my skin, it felt like it was choking me, suppressing my breathing altogether. I needed desperately to take the shirt off. With some difficulty I peeled it off my flesh and lifted it off. Then I started the mower up and began the grueling job. The motor hummed loudly as I began trimming the emerald turf.
In spite of the heat, I was zipping along until I reached the Olympic-size pool. It was a huge granite job complete with a waterfall. My eyes shifted to a lounge chair on the lower level of the wooden deck. Lying there, bikini-clad, was the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen. Her auburn hair blew around her face, while her full breasts almost popped out of the skimpy red bikini top. Her legs were open slightly, and a thin strip of material peeked through, leaving little mystery to that delectable body.
Suddenly I realized I was standing there getting stiffer by the second while the mower puttered toward the fence! I managed somehow to peel my eyes away from the magnificent sight that had distracted me and reached for the rogue mower. I got control of it just as it was swerving into the ornate fence!
The quick, jerky movement had caused a few pebbles to kick alongside the machine, and the blast must have caught the bather’s attention, because she squinted her eyes in my direction. I smiled at her, hoping she wasn’t too annoyed at me for ruining her peaceful sun trance. She smiled back.
I shut off the mower and removed my headgear. “Sorry about that,” I shouted.
She gestured for me to come over to her. I wiped my grimy hands on my jeans and tried to adjust myself discreetly. My rising dragon suddenly couldn’t fit inside my jeans.
She looked even more stunning up close. Her large hazel eyes sparkled up at me, and her luscious Angelina Jolie lips pouted. Her sweaty sun-kissed skin begged to be touched.
“I didn’t mean to disturb you,” I said, peering down at her near-naked body sprawled out on the lounge chair. I had the urge to take her in my arms and have my way with her.
“That’s all right,” she said. “It’s not every day I get to see a hot landscaper.” She tapped me playfully on the butt. I have to say that most of the women I encounter seem to like what they see. I work hard on that buff body, and the six-pack abs and tight ass seem to be particular attractions though the good-size cock doesn’t hurt the cause. Still, as often as I’ve been seduced in my time, for some reason I felt bashful in front of this seductress. I never thought there could be such a thing as “too beautiful,” but maybe she was it. I just hoped I wasn’t drooling!
“Your body’s making me really horny,” she said, eyeing me from head to toe as though I was a piece of Godiva chocolate that she needed to savor.
I laughed nervously. All she had to do was glance at my midsection to know she was doing the same to me. Horny wasn’t the word for it. I was so hot for her, I felt like my jeans would rip open from the force of my hard-on.
“You’re blushing,” she said, placing her hand on my thigh. I could have sworn I felt flashes of fire escaping from her fingertips through my jeans onto my bare skin. I watched as her hand casually undid the button of my jeans, then brushed across my zipper. When she began to unzip me, I stood there in complete awe.
“I’m not sure . . . if you want to do this,” I said with no little regret and great difficulty. “Mr. Stein is one of my best clients. I don’t want to mess things up.” I couldn’t understand how my mind was actually functioning and betraying me when my body desperately needed this hottie’s attention.
“It’s okay,” she whispered seductively. “Daddy won’t mind if you take a little extra time tending to his property.”
So this was Anna, the daughter in grad school Mr. Stein boasted about constantly. For some reason I always pictured Anna as a nerdy, prudish type. Was I ever wrong! At that moment, her highly educated mind seemed the least bragworthy of her assets.
“But, uh, usually your dad’s here to look over my work,” I said. “Then he pays and tips me.” Anna was continuing to unzip my pants! I wondered if this could really be happening.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “I know Dad’s a big tipper, but I promise you’ll get paid better than you’ve ever been paid.”
She pulled my jeans and skivvies down to my ankles, exposing my hard-on to the stifling August air. Then she took hold of it, kneeled on her lounge chair and before I could protest further started stroking it. I glanced quickly around the property for any sign of anyone lurking. I would probably be fired, if not arrested, if Anna’s parents saw her playing around with the landscaper.
Luckily, we were alone. In an instant Anna raised my dick to her mouth, then ran a velvet tongue up and down it. I felt like I would explode, but I held myself together. I grunted as she thrust my member in her mouth. She looked up at me with pure sexual hunger. She rolled her tongue around my cock while massaging my balls with her fingers. I watched her head bob up and down and her tongue work my shaft. I grabbed a handful of soft raven hair and propelled her to deep-throat me.
My body shook as Anna licked and sucked her way through the best blowjob I’d had in my 23 years. After what felt like infinite ecstasy, I moaned, “Oh God, I’m going to come!”
I didn’t know if she was the type of girl who would swallow shit, I’d just met her a few minutes ago! so I tried to pull away slightly from her mouth. But her forceful lips wouldn’t release their hold. Instead, she sucked harder and faster than before! My whole body was shaking. With my cock gyrating uncontrollably in her mouth, a wave of pure gratification came over me. I spewed what felt like a gallon of come.
After taking in the last drop of my load, Anna said, “Mmm.”
All I could say was “Wow.”
Anna leaned back on the lounge chair and wiped her mouth clean of stray drops from my explosion. The twinkle in her eyes made me suspect she wasn’t done with me.
“My nipples are so hard,” she teased. “Do you want to see them?”
“Yeah,” I said, even though I could already see them clearly poking through her bikini top. My balls still tingled.
She smirked and linked my fingers in hers, then guided my hand up to the strings at the back of her bright red bikini top. My fingers trembled as I pulled at them, releasing a beautiful pair of perky tits. Her dark pink nipples were indeed standing up at attention.
I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed for those perfect mounds, which overflowed in my hands. I caressed and cupped them while fondling the stiff nipples. As I tweaked them, a small groan escaped from her.
“I love the way your rough hands feel on me,” she whispered, panting. The evidence indicated that I was driving her crazy, just the way I wanted to!
“Oh, yeah? How about now?” I said, moving my hands over her flat stomach, then gliding them down her until they were resting just above her bikini bottom. While she stared at my fingers inching closer, she bit the bottom of her luscious lip. My fingers traced lightly over the flimsy red fabric.
“Stick your finger in my pussy,” she said, leaning back on the lounge chair. Her long legs spread wide, giving me full access. I am never one to refuse a woman’s wishes, so in just seconds I was sitting on the edge of her lounge, ripping off her bikini bottom. I admired her bare pussy, glimmering in the sunshine. I brushed my hand over it, feeling its silky smoothness.
Then I plunged one finger in. Her twat was so juicy that it slipped in easily. She moaned loudly as I stuck two more fingers in and pumped them in and out, while with my free hand I rubbed her clit. Her juices ran onto my fingers like hot butter.
Suddenly I needed to taste Anna. I pulled my fingers from her steamy twat and sat up in the chair. Our eyes locked and her hands ran over my six-pack.
“Why did you stop?” she said, with a concerned look on her gorgeous face. Her head drooped in disappointment. But if she thought I was no longer interested in her, she was dead wrong.
“I want to eat your pussy,” I said. It came out sounding more like a question than a statement.
Anna lifted her head to mine, smiled devilishly and said, “Well, go ahead!”
She lay back on the chair, spreading her legs for me. I began licking her flat stomach, then inched my way down to her inner thighs. She was in such great shape that I felt my cock swelling up again. My tongue headed toward her cunt, but I teased her and licked just below her belly button.
I could tell she was growing impatient by the way she was trying to guide my head toward her mound. When my tongue finally reached the spot she desired, I stuck it in her folds and licked slowly away. Gradually, I quickened my tonguing, and her legs wrapped tightly around my back. Her primal moans reassured me to go on.
I felt her pulling me closer so close that there was no longer any space separating me from her twat. She began to grind her mound in my face. Somehow my tongue managed to keep up with her raging pussy. I took hold of her clit in between my teeth. Her body bucked, and her face coiled in delight.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby!” she squealed. I continued feverishly licking and sucking her love button. “Fuck, yeah! Yes, yes! ” she groaned, shaken by erratic spasms. I lapped up all of her tasty juices. A huge smile was spread all across her face.
I scooted off the lounge and stood up, suddenly aware that I was fully naked. “I better get to work,” I said, pulling up my underwear and jeans.
“And when you’re finished mowing the lawn, you have more mowing to do,” she said, squeezing my butt cheeks. “With me.”
I still couldn’t believe I was hearing Anna, Mr. Stein’s pride and joy, talking so dirty to me. I loved her sexy banter, but even more I looked forward to her putting those words into action.
“You’re going to make it hard for me to concentrate on anything but you,” I said, heading back to my mower.
“I’ll be waiting for you,” she said. “Meet me in the pool minus your clothes.” And she winked.
“Sure thing,” I hollered back.
I approached my mower wishing the Stein estate wasn’t a full two acres. It would take me hours to finish all of that. I shuddered to think of the case of blue balls I would surely be suffering by then. As I restarted the mower, my cock throbbed. I couldn’t help but replay the sexual encounter I’d already had with Anna. Imagining our sexual escapade escalating to new heights had me sweating with desire. My dick was so out of control that I literally had to unzip my jeans. That girl was driving me absolutely insane.
Finally I finished cutting the last blade of grass on the property, and trimming the last bush. While cleaning my equipment and reloading it in the trailer, I prayed that Anna was a woman of her word. Otherwise I was going to have to jerk myself off. I tried to keep that thought from invading my brain as I set out for the pool.
As I drew near, I took a deep breath. There she was! My dick stood at attention when I saw her in the water, floating on a pink raft. She was butt-naked, and her eyes were closed.
I kicked off my muddy work boots, stripped off all my clothes and headed down the stone steps that led to the pool. As I entered the pool, the cool water massaged my aching muscles. Feeling a chill from the cold water, I dunked my head fully under to adjust to the temperature.
With only a few powerful but silent strokes I swam over to the raft, where my object of desire had just awakened. “Hey, you,” I said, resting my hands on the raft’s headrest.
“I’m Anna, by the way,” she said, lifting my hand to her mouth. She gently kissed the top of my hand, then licked and sucked on a number of my fingers.
“And I’m Ryan,” I said before kissing her on the lips. She opened her mouth wider and slipped her tongue in my mouth. We tongue-wrestled happily until the raft started to wobble. I tried to prevent it from flipping over, but it was too late. Anna was tossed into the water.
“What’s so funny?” she said, playfully splashing water at me. I splashed back. We continued horsing around like a couple of kids.
Then she swam away from me. I swam after her. She was a fast swimmer, and I had to take long strokes just to keep up. I finally caught up to her and grabbed hold of one of her legs.
“You got me,” she said. “Now what are you going to do with me?” She hugged me, pressing her naked body tight against mine. My dick became even harder.
I carried her over to the waterfall and kissed her deeply, and we made out for a time. I loved watching the water cascade over her gorgeous body. She started licking my neck and grinding her pussy onto my cock.
She was ready for action. I lifted her up onto the top step of the pool. She kept licking my neck, earlobes, shoulders, then my chest. Pulling me closer, she whispered, “Fuck me, Ryan!”
In one quick thrust I rammed my dick in her cunt. She gasped and moaned as I screwed her hard. Her pussy clamped around my cock. I plunged in and out of her with animal heat and desire. She pulled me still deeper inside her while caressing my ass cheeks. We meshed our bodies eagerly.
“Oh yeah, Ryan,” she cried as my dick pumped away inside her.
Her breathing became heavy and uncontrollable. Just when I thought she was about to climax, her pussy lips released my cock and she pushed me off of her. With my dick throbbing, she climbed on top of me. She pressed her tits to my chest and gave me a seductive lap dance. She slid her taut body slowly up and down me. I grabbed for her lush tits and squeezed them, then licked her hard nipples.
It didn’t take long before her wet pussy found my cock. I drove it inside her. Her tits bounced as we bumped and ground into each other. As our thrusts quickened, our bodies rocked together rapidly and fiercely. I patted her luscious round ass as we kept a speedy and urgent rhythm.
“Oh, Ryan, yes!” she growled. Her body shook thunderously. With her pussy convulsing like crazy, she dug her nails lightly in my back. My balls were in agony, and I didn’t see how I could last much longer. She kissed my neck, sliding off my still-hard shaft, then tongued her way down my body.
Once again, her lusty lips found my cock. She licked and sucked the tip, sending me into a frenzy. Then she gulped my whole member down. I began pumping it inside her mouth while she sucked me to oblivion.
“Fuck yeah, Anna,” I shouted, and come poured out of my cock. Again she swallowed it all.
As I got up to head out of the pool, Anna stood up too. She pulled my face to hers. We were making out, with our naked bodies entwined, when the roar of a car zooming by made us jump. I didn’t know when her father was expected home, so I broke away from her, collected my clothes and threw them quickly over my wet body.
Anna walked over to the cabana, picked up a towel and wrapped it around herself. She waved me over.
“But Anna,” I protested, “I really do have to get going,”
“I have to give you something,” she said, batting her long eyelashes.
Even though I knew it was physically impossible, I could have sworn my dick was getting stiff again while I walked over to her. When I was standing beside her, she slipped her hand in the pocket of my jeans.
“Here’s the money my daddy owes you,” she said.
“Thanks,” I said.
“Oh, and about that tip,” she said, slipping her towel off and slipping into the cabana. “That you’ll have to earn,” she purred from inside the cabana.
That was no problem. I’ve never objected to earning my keep!
Parents can be funny! They never seem to realize when their kids have grown up. I might be 19 and in my second year of college, but Mom and Dad still treat me like an adolescent. Like, when I’m back for vacation, they don’t allow me to spend an evening home alone. If they’re not going to be there, they insist I have a chaperone. Although they’d probably change their minds if they knew about Jenny.
Jenny is my roommate, but my folks have never met her. That’s probably a good thing, because she’s totally wild! She’s always bringing different guys back to our room. Her entire aura is sex, sex, sex, which is partly due to her skimpy outfits and partly due to the gorgeous body those skimpy outfits fail to conceal. She has curves in all the right places, including the best pair of breasts that money can buy.
Her statuesque mounds were an 18th-birthday gift from a love-struck admirer. He proposed the day the bandages came off, but she wasn’t ready to settle down. She let the guy have a few gropes, for sure, but soon moved on to new sexual pastures.
Jenny is full of risqu stories like the one about her boob job, which is why I knew she’d make a fun chaperone. My parents were having a weekend break in Vegas, so I asked her to drive down and baby-sit. She arrived just seconds after Mom and Dad had left, secure in the knowledge that I wouldn’t be home alone. Her yellow convertible pulled up outside, and she honked three times. I rushed to the door and threw it open. She ran up the path and gave me a hug, her massive jugs squashing up against my more modest boobs.
She was wearing one of her trademark low-cut dresses, its plunging neckline giving promise of a nipple peep show almost every time she drew a breath. I watched her cleavage heaving beneath the tight-fitting fabric, transfixed by the deep crack between her mounds. She caught me looking and fixed me with a smile, then promised to give me the number of her surgeon.
Giggling at that, I grabbed Jenny’s hand and led her into the lounge. She had never been to my home, so I left her to nose around while I went to fetch Cokes. Returning to the lounge, I found her staring at a photo of my folks and me taken on my 16th birthday. She said how cute I looked, then pointed to my dad.
A wicked glint appeared in her eye. She said Dad was hot, then said that Mom looked horny too!
“Ugh, gross! ” I cried, but Jenny insisted she meant it. She said my parents were both very attractive people, and she totally understood why they’d gone away for a dirty weekend.
“A dirty weekend?” I shouted. “They have not gone away for a dirty weekend.” I assured her my parents didn’t have sex anymore. In fact, I told her what I truly believed: that they’d only ever done it once, and I was the result of that solitary screw.
“Yeah, right,” she said, trying to wind me up. “I’ll bet they’re doing it right this very minute.” I said she was wrong, but she persisted with her argument, and made a pretty good case. She’d make an excellent lawyer! She pointed out how my parents hate me being home alone, like they think I’m still an innocent virgin. Then she listed the guys I’d brought back to our room, including the two I’d actually slept with. Lawyer Jenny’s final message to the jury was: “If your parents think you don’t do it when you do, then they probably do it too even though you think they don’t.”
Having summed up her argument, Jenny demanded we go to my parents’ bedroom. She felt certain she’d find proof of sexual activity there, although frankly, I didn’t really want to see it! But like I said, Jenny is totally wild. If I hadn’t taken her up there, she would only have gone without me.
So I led her upstairs and opened the door to my parents’ room. She dashed inside and started rifling through drawers and cupboards, like a detective searching for clues.
“It must be in here somewhere,” she said as she headed toward Mom’s wardrobe. I asked what she was looking for, but I don’t think she knew herself. Anything sexual, I guess or even remotely sexual. Anything proving that my mom and dad were still regular, passionate lovers. Ugh!
“Found it!” Jenny gasped, looking at something in the back of the wardrobe. It was an old wooden trunk. She carried it over to the bed and pulled it open. Much to my horror, she exposed what looked like a mini-sex shop. She said her parents had something similar hidden in their wardrobe, and started to remove the lurid contents.
Things started tamely enough, with a dirty video, some colored condoms, some lubricant and a well-thumbed back issue of Penthouse. Things got a little more interesting with the discovery of a pair of crotchless panties. Next out of the trunk was a pair of pasties. Last and most confusing was an eight-inch strap-on dildo.
“Cool,” Jenny said, standing up and removing her dress. She was naked underneath except for a minuscule thong. She picked up the pasties and attached them to her nipples, then jiggled her upper body so the tassels shook. It was hard to know where to look. The tassels twirled and spun in circles, but the wobbling of Jenny’s breasts was even more eye-catching.
As Jenny gyrated before me, she explained that my dad must have a lap-dance fantasy, adding how great it was that my parents still knew how to role-play. Then she leaned forward and shoved her tasseled teats in my face.
I placed my hands on Jenny’s body, cupping her buns, then pressed my face down her cleavage crack. The gap between her breasts was soft and warm. She continued to wiggle her upper body, making her boobs quiver against my cheeks. My nipples hardened and my pussy moistened, and I started to kiss her inner slopes.
My instant arousal gave me real pause for thought. It was barely possible my parents were aware I wasn’t a virgin anymore, but no way did they imagine I had bisexual tendencies. Which by Jenny’s reasoning meant I could be totally wrong about them!
One thing in particular was preying on my mind. I could just about handle the ‘rents playing lap-dancer and client, but why would they need a strap-on when Dad had a real prick?
I pulled my face out of Jenny’s cleavage and told her what was on my mind. Dirty-minded as ever, she had the answer straightaway. She said probably Dad liked to be fucked too, that a lot of men like to take it up the ass. Jenny being Jenny, she then went into a lot of graphic detail, leaving me with a mental picture of Mom topping Dad which all the psychoanalysis in the world would never erase.
She added how she could understand why Dad liked anal, then flung off her thong. She said she’d show me why and strapped herself up. She made a beautiful picture, this tall, slim, busty girl with her tasseled titties and her eight-inch phallus.
“I’ll be Mom, and you be Dad,” she said, climbing up on the bed with me. That was too sick for words! But any thought of role play went right out of my mind, at least, as we began to share a steamy kiss.
I parted my lips, allowing Jenny to push her tongue in. As her tongue met mine, she reached for my fly and pulled it all the way down. She pressed her hand inside my jeans and touched the wet patch in my panties. Suddenly her middle finger was on my clitoris. Exerting just the right amount of pressure, she began to draw a circle round and round my feel-good spot.
Talk about pressing all the right buttons! There was only one button for her to press, but boy oh boy, did she know how to press it.
I liked kissing Jenny, but it’s hard to keep kissing when every fiber in your body is telling you to scream. I pulled my lips away from hers, let out a yell and gasped for air. All the muscles in my cunt and belly were tightening. My insides were tying up in a knot. Though she was only rubbing my clitty, sexual tension was spreading out all over me.
I lifted my top off and let Jenny see how swollen my nipples had become. My nipples were standing upright, demanding to be kissed, so she leaned over and gobbled one up! Her lips closed around the base of the nipple. Then she tickled the stub with the tip of her tongue. I arched my back, really pushing my chest out. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed as much of my boob as she could. Her tongue went crazy, lashing out at the nipple and coating the flesh around it with a sticky layer of drool.
I placed my hands on the back of Jenny’s head, stroking the baby-soft strands of her golden hair and clutching her tightly to my bosom. Tingles of pleasure erupted in my cleavage, adding to the feelings in my clit, cunt and belly. I heard sex noises bursting out of my lips but barely recognized my own voice. Were those gasps and screams really coming from me? They seemed too extreme, like something off the soundtrack of a porno movie.
Equally extreme was the aroma of my juices. My panties were awash with sweet syrup oozing from my gaping lips. The folds of skin that hide my orifice had opened out like the petals of a flower, uncovering my sex, revealing my center.
“I’m ready, Jenny,” I whispered, letting go of her long blonde hair.
She gave my nipple a final kiss, then helped me out of my jeans and panties. At last I was naked. My body was ready to experience this thing that my father apparently loves so much.
I began to roll over on my front, but Jenny had me stop. She said first she wanted to lubricate the dildo from my pussy. So I spread my legs and let her mount my body.
It was strange feeling Jenny climbing on top of me, what with the enormousness of her sticky-out bits. As she lowered herself, I felt the pasties first of all. Then the tassels floated down and touched my nipples, followed quickly by those flawless boobs. Her chest squashed mine almost totally flat.
I felt the rubber dildo press against my cunt. Jenny forced the crown between my sticky lips, then thrust her pelvis forward. She had to kiss my lips to stop me from screaming. She had rammed the full eight inches in me, busting a hole right through my tight internal cavity.
I slapped my hands against Jenny’s buns, digging my fingernails in her flesh. I needed to find a way to release the sexual tension in my body. The opening thrust had struck me like a bolt of lightning, turning all my flesh to goose bumps and making me feel hot and cold at once.
I shoved my tongue in Jenny’s mouth, then began to buck my hips quite hard back and forth. She had stopped thrusting, presumably to give my pussy time to get used to the size of the dildo. But already I wanted to feel it moving around inside me. It was making my pussy convulse like mad. Each spasm sent a shiver of excitement ricocheting through me.
I stopped kissing Jenny and told her to fuck me, spanking her buns to hammer my point home. She asked if I wanted her to keep on fucking my pussy, or was I ready to let Mommy fuck Daddy’s butt?
Without waiting for an answer, she withdrew the strap-on prick halfway from my cunt, then pumped it back and forth several times. The thick rubber crown thumped in and out of my innermost regions, stimulating parts of my pussy I never knew existed. I felt an urge to scream every time it powered forward, ripping me open with its immense girth and bulk.
My insides were being stretched to their absolute limits even though my cunt was made for dick, and despite its being naturally pliable and self-lubricating. With that in mind, it seemed like an act of madness for me to ask Jenny to fuck my ass, a naturally tighter and less pliable hole. But the contents of the secret trunk had opened my mind to all kinds of weird possibilities.
If my dad could have his ass fucked, then certainly so could I. Anything seemed possible just then. I even began to wonder whether the crotchless panties in the trunk were his. I pictured him bent over, with my mother standing behind him, the tassels flapping around her nipples, as she thrust her rubber cock in and out of the slit in his black silk underwear.
“I want to wear the crotchless panties,” I said as Jenny eased the rubber phallus out of my cunt.
She handed the panties to me, then watched me put them on. The slit left both my cunt and my asshole exposed. I got down on all fours, and she knelt behind me. She guided the dildo between my buns, then pushed the crown against my ring. It felt like it was going to be a tight fit, so she thrust forward hard to enter my body.
I yelled as the dildo split my anus open. It stung just a little, but the juices from my pussy provided just enough lube to allow me to cope with what followed. Employing a series of slow, careful thrusts, Jenny pumped the dildo in and out of my anus. With every thrust she drove it a bit deeper, until eventually I was jammed up with the full eight inches of rubber.
Jenny’s hands were on my hips, helping her to keep balance. Her grip grew gradually tighter as she picked up the speed of her thrusts. I made plenty of noises as she fucked me faster lots of excited yells, groans, gasps and screams. I was doing it consciously, so she would know how far she could go.
Jenny knew I was an anal virgin, but I didn’t want her to fuck me gently because of that. I wanted that eight-inch phallus hammering in and out of my asshole. So I shouted out to make this clear. “Harder, harder, faster!” I yelled. Then I threw back my head and just plain screamed.
Jenny had got into a really good rhythm of long, hard, deep thrusts. The dildo’s rubber crown was rocketing back and forth in the depths of my guts, propelled by my roomie’s athletic exertions. She was totally in the zone! If there is such a thing as an anal G-spot, then that rubber crown was hitting it again and again.
My asshole started to throb with pleasure. All the muscles in my cavity tensed up tight. But what was truly awesome was the way the throbbing spread from my fanny to my cunt. Every spasm in my asshole produced an echo in my pussy, like the two were somehow connected, or I was being fucked in both holes at once.
Wanting it to be that way, I shoved a hand through the slit in the crotchless panties. I joined two fingers together to double the girth, then squeezed them deep in my pussy. My cunt lips parted to accept my fingers, welcoming them in my hot, wet orifice. I felt my own dampness, felt my own heat.
Then I felt Jenny ram the dildo’s full eight inches in my anus, with so much force that she made me come. A violent throbbing welled up somewhere deep inside me. It started somewhere near my belly, where the rubber crown had made its home. Then it coursed through my body, spreading its orgasmic magic to every part of me.
I felt a sea of come bursting out of my orifice. I felt my heartbeat quicken and my nipples throb. But most of all I felt the pulsations in my violated orifices. My cunt muscles were convulsing around my fingers with so much force that I had to quickly yank them out of there for fear that the spasms would crush my fingers.
As for my anus, things were even more extreme back there. I swear I smelled rubber burning as my ass muscles chewed that dildo to bits!
Jenny waited for the spasms to fade before withdrawing the dildo from my ass. She unstrapped the harness, then lay flat on her back, spread-eagling her slender thighs. She pointed to her pussy, which was visibly damp. Her almost translucent blonde muff glistened with sex juice. She said the harness had been rubbing against her clitoris all the while she was fucking me.
“Finish me off,” she said with a smirk on her lips, “just the way Daddy always does after Mom has just fucked his pretty ass!”
I pressed my face between Jenny’s thighs and inhaled the pungent scent of her cunt. It smelled real good, but it tasted even better. I stuck out my tongue and lapped up the layer of juice on the outer lips before plunging it into the bright pink gash and drinking deep from the bountiful source.
Jenny let out a murmur, a gentle whisper of pleasure, as my tongue pushed through her pussy muscles. I reached for her breasts and began to tug on one of the pasties, titillating the nipple it sheathed. A spasm caused her pussy to pinch my tongue. She was almost ready to climax.
I thrust my tongue in and out of Jenny’s pussy, licking the juices off her internal walls. Looking up, I saw her push her hands in her long blonde hair. She tugged on her tresses, twiddling the golden strands around her fingers. Her cheeks had turned almost scarlet, and an endless stream of groans tumbled from her lips, like it was all becoming too much for her to bear.
As Jenny’s breathing grew heavy, I stopped licking her pussy and instead attacked her prominent clit. At once, she lifted her ass up off the bed, forcing her cunt into my face and really pressing her sex up tight to my lips. I pushed my tongue back inside her hole. Suddenly I felt a rush of liquid wetting my lips.
A sequence of spasms was making Jenny’s insides quiver, but the effects were even more noticeable on the outside of her. Her torso was writhing, rolling left to right and back again, sending erotic undulations through her huge breasts. Her arms were stretched out across the bed, her hands thumping the pillows and mussing the sheets.
She seemed to be having a multiple orgasm, judging by her raucous shouts and all the juice that was pouring out of her. I kept my tongue planted deep in her pussy, sharing her orgasmic spasms with her and letting her come inside my mouth.
“Totally awesome,” Jenny said as her last orgasmic tremor faded. She sat upright and kissed my juice-stained mouth. When the kiss was over, she indicated the dildo, then gave her titties a final jiggle to make the tassels twirl around one last time.
“Great choice of sex toys,” Jenny said. “Your parents rock!” She added how she hoped they were having a wonderful dirty weekend in Vegas.
And this time I agreed with her!
Before, I had balked at the thought of my parents having a “dirty weekend.” But now suddenly I kind of liked the idea that they were still hot and horny for each other. All right, maybe I didn’t want to know all the gory details about what they got up to. Just like they still liked to think of me as an innocent virgin, when deep down they must have known the truth.
It seemed sensible to keep things that way, not least so they’d keep thinking I needed a chaperone when they went away. I’d loved having Jenny as a baby-sitter, and couldn’t wait until the next time we got to play with the treasures in my parents’ secret trunk!
Every Christmas season, I’m in charge of decorating the department store I work in. I usually recruit several other employees to help me, and we get the whole thing done in about two days. Our store isn’t huge, but there are two floors, and if it not for my exceptional organizing skills, the job would probably take closer to a week.
Christmas is my favorite time of year, and we always have a great time putting up the decorations. We even stay late, continuing to work after the store closes.
It was about a week before we were to start, and I was getting really excited. I came up with a great idea to hire a couple of “Santa’s assistants” to help Santa and the elves out. Everyone expects Santa to have elves, but I’ve noticed in the past that some children seemed a bit scared of them. I figured that having a couple of friendly girls around would put the younger kids at ease a little more. I even designed their outfits, since my background is in fashion.
I couldn’t wait to tell everybody about my new idea. During the following week I rounded up the group that was going to help me. It was the same four people from last year, plus this other guy Dan that asked if he could help also. Dan worked in a different department than me, but I had run into him a few times in the store, and he always seemed pleasant. He had only worked here for a few months, but I was sure that he would be a welcome addition to our group.
When Monday morning came, I made my way down to the basement to start getting all the decorations together. I ran into my friend Stephanie on the way down, and we decided we’d start decorating at lunchtime and work through the rest of the day. There’s always extra staff on during the holiday season, so we’d have no problem getting away from our regular workload for the rest of the day.
Everyone else was at work except for Dan, but he had called that morning and said that he would come in to help after the store closed. The five of us worked pretty diligently for the rest of the day and accomplished a lot. I knew we were well on our way to finishing by the end of the next day.
I told everyone about my idea for “Santa’s assistants,” and they loved it especially the guys. I couldn’t wait to tell my boss next. I was even thinking of volunteering as one.
When Dan arrived a little before eight, some of the people took off, since they had been there all day. Stephanie stuck around for about an hour, and the three of us were working really well together.
Stephanie and I had been discussing throughout the day how attractive we thought Dan was. He’s about six feet tall, with dark hair and green eyes and what we suspected would be a really nice cock. His body is incredible, and we both couldn’t help but notice the bulge that occasionally protrudes from his pants. I admitted to having a small crush on him, and so did Stephanie, although she’s married. I was pretty sure she wouldn’t cheat on her husband.
I was hoping she would leave before we did, so that I could spend some alone time with Dan, even though I had no business thinking that way since I have a boyfriend. I couldn’t help how attracted I was to him, although I knew I would never let anything happen because we work together.
Stephanie called it quits a little after nine and as she put her coat on said she would see us tomorrow. Dan and I said good night to her, and she gave me a wink, as if to encourage me to approach him.
I admit that at this point I was feeling seriously conflicted, but I was determined to fight my attraction. Dan and I spent another hour decorating, when I remembered to tell him my idea about Santa’s helpers.
“That sounds great, Bridget,” he said. “Did you bring the uniforms with you?”
I said I had brought one, but it was down in the basement.
“I’d love to see it, if you don’t mind,” he said.
I didn’t mind at all. I actually thought it would be a good distraction from the very naughty thoughts that were going through my head. We headed down to the basement, and I retrieved the uniform from my locker. I turned around to show Dan and noticed his bulge as he leaned up against a table.
I pretended like I hadn’t just stared at his crotch and held up the “Santa’s helper” outfit. It consisted of a red velvet skirt with white fur trim along the bottom and a matching red velvet long-sleeved blouse with white fur cuffs and a fur-lined V-neck collar.
I was very proud of myself and thought the uniform was adorable. Dan, however, seemed to think otherwise. “It looks a little suggestive, Bridget,” he said. “I’m not sure that’s appropriate for a department store like this.”
I hadn’t really thought of that, mostly because I had tried the outfit on at home and thought that it looked pretty suitable. “It looks different when it’s on,” I said, knowing fully well where this could lead.
“Why don’t you try it on for me then?” he suggested.
Not being able to resist this offer, I went in the ladies’ room and put on the costume. I walked back to where Dan was standing and asked what he thought.
“Wow, Bridget,” he said, “that really is too provocative.”
I looked down and saw his cock swelling in his pants.
“Maybe if you wore it like this it would be better,” he said, moving closer to me and sliding the fabric over my breast, exposing the left half of my bra. It was white, lacy and see-through, and I looked down to see my nipple trying to jut through the fabric. “There, that’s better,” he said, and he slid the other side of my top over my right breast, causing me to be mostly topless.
My heart was beating out of my chest, and I felt warmth spreading between my pussy lips. Dan was staring at my tits through my bra, and I wondered how long it would take before he removed it. He started flicking at my nipples through the lacy fabric, which made them even more rigid than they were.
I watched his hands as he pinched my hard nipples and started kneading my breasts together. I was dying for his mouth to be on my flesh, and didn’t think I could take much more of his teasing. So I reached between my tits and unclasped my bra, unleashing my very full breasts. My tits are a C-cup, and they’re very perky, topped off with plump, rosy red nipples.
My breasts are very sensitive and obviously have a direct link to my pussy, because anytime someone sucks on them, my pussy gets flooded with its own juice. And this time was proving to be no different. Dan lifted me up and sat me on the table, leaning me back so that he could feast on my tits. He was so into sucking on them that I’m not sure if he noticed how hard he was rubbing his cock into my leg.
I watched as his tongue made circles around my areolae, purposely avoiding my nipples and sending me into a frenzy. I begged for his tongue to be on my nipples until he finally relented and gave them a little lick while he squeezed my breasts together so that both my nipples would fit in his mouth at the same time. He sucked on them like that for a few more minutes until I begged him to do the same to my pussy.
Dan seemed eager to please me and immediately dropped to his knees in front of my snatch. He spread my legs open as I lifted my skirt up, flashing him my wet pussy. I didn’t wear any underwear that day, and the sight of my sopping cunt seemed to be driving him crazy. My pussy is mostly shaved, except for a little patch, which was now glistening with my come.
“Why don’t you lick my pussy clean for me, Dan?” I said.
He didn’t feel the need to reply, but instead pulled me closer to the edge of the table so my pussy would meet up with his lips. My clit was so swollen that when he put his mouth on it, I thought I would explode immediately.
I didn’t want to come yet, though, so I just relaxed and let him have his way with my pussy. But his tongue flicked back and forth against my clit so masterfully, I didn’t know how long I could hold out. He put both hands on my pussy and spread me open so he could lick every inch. My clit was throbbing, and I was dying for him to fuck me, but I had a feeling he was enjoying this too much to stop anytime soon.
He moved his hand a few inches lower and plunged his fingers inside me while he still sucked on my clit. He finger-fucked me so hard that it didn’t take very long for me to drench his mouth with my juice. I bucked my pussy into his face. Mostly I kept trying to imagine how good it was going to be to fuck him.
He barely let me recover before he got up off his knees and stood in front of me with a delicious hard-on. I was dying to suck on it, but he was determined to be inside my pussy. I was so wet that as soon as he tried to enter me, he just slid right in. I let out a huge gasp as he filled me, and he commented that he was so happy that I could take all of him. I was actually pretty surprised that I could.
I was still lying on the table propped up on my elbows when he grabbed me by the hips and rammed me as hard as he could. My tits were bouncing all over, and I was trying my best to keep up with him. He slowed down a bit, and we continued to fuck like that for a few more minutes. He pulled his cock out of me long enough to turn me over on all fours and then immediately started drilling my hole again.
I hadn’t gotten fucked like this in so long. My boyfriend is a great guy, but he’s just not a very good lay.
Dan and I kept fucking until he said he was about to come. I quickly turned back over and took him in my mouth. I wanted to suck him so bad before, and I figured now was as good a time as any. He pumped my mouth full of his cock until he decided to erupt all over my face. He squirted his come across my lips, and I licked up every last drop of it.
I would have loved to keep going with Dan, but I realized it was getting late, and I figured my boyfriend would start wondering why I was decorating so late. Dan and I started to get dressed. We made some small talk, but mostly we were just hurrying to get out of there.
We left the store and said good night to each other. I wasn’t sure what to make of this encounter with Dan, but I was pretty positive I wanted to fuck him again. I started feeling guilty on the drive home, though, and decided to stop for a drink at one of the bars in my neighborhood.
I called my boyfriend, Chris, to tell him that I would be home in a little while. As soon as I heard his voice, my guilt magnified, and I wasn’t sure what I was going to do next. What I shouldn’t have done, though, was have a couple of glasses of wine, because by the time I got home, I was much tipsier than I should’ve been.
Chris asked how my day was, and I said it was fine. It was just that it had been a long day. He kept pestering me, though, and between my guilt and the wine, I kind of snapped at him to leave me alone. Then I stormed off to bed and tried to sleep off the guilt.
The next day at work was uneventful. Dan and I had a couple of passing glances, but for the most part we just kept our distance. We all stayed after work to finish the decorating, but this time we all left together. Neither Dan nor I made any move to re-create the previous night’s events, which was fine with me because I was struggling with my guilty conscience.
I vowed that I would make things up to Chris. I got home around half past nine and immediately apologized for how rude I was the night before.
He said it was okay, he knew I’d had a long day.
I’m not sure what made me do what I did next, but I blurted out that I had kissed somebody at work. I guess I was so wracked with guilt that I thought it would alleviate my conscience. He looked hurt at first, but then he asked me to tell him exactly what happened. I said that one of the guys I work with stayed late to help me decorate, and that he basically just grabbed me and forced a kiss on me.
Even as I said it, I knew how implausible it sounded, but I wasn’t exactly sure what to say. Chris didn’t seem to be buying my version of the events. He asked if anything else had happened.
“Of course not,” I said. “That was all.”
“I mean, like, are you sure you didn’t let him feel your breasts, Bridget?” he said.
I wasn’t really sure how to respond to this, but I was seeing a side of my boyfriend I had never seen before. I also thought I was seeing the beginnings of a hard-on in his shorts! I decided to go along with this, and said that during the kiss one of his hands had crept up to my breast and rubbed it.
“Did you like that?” he said.
“Yeah, I did,” I said. “You know how I love having my breasts played with.”
“Yes, I do,” he said, walking toward me. “Like this.”
As he said that, he reached up and fondled both of my breasts. He stroked my nipples through my bra and made them as hard as little rubies.
“I didn’t realize what a dirty little slut you are,” he teased.
My pussy was getting drenched as Chris continued to grab at my tits while talking dirty to me. “What else did he do to you?” he said. “Did he do this too?” He pushed me up against one of the kitchen counters and raised my skirt high enough so that the lips of my pussy were peeking out. Even through my G-string you could see how puffy they were. He pushed the fabric aside and started licking my swollen pussy.
I couldn’t believe how turned on he was hearing about me being with another man. While he was eating my pussy, I told him everything Dan and I did with each other, and how I wanted him to do the same things to me. This really drove him crazy, and he started fingering my pussy feverishly. He’s usually really timid when it comes to sex, but now it was like having a wild animal between my legs.
I told Chris how Dan and I fucked on the table in the basement, and before I knew it, my boyfriend had me bent over a counter and was fucking my cunt from behind! We had never had sex like this before, and I was loving every minute of it. We finally finished fucking each other, and then we just lay on the kitchen floor for a few minutes before he spoke.
“I think I’ve managed to find a way to forgive you, Bridget,” he said, “but I still think you owe me. And I’m going to make sure that you make it up to me and give me exactly what I want this Christmas.”
At that moment I would have agreed to anything, because I had just had the most mind-numbing orgasm. “What else do I have to do to make it up to you?” I said.
“Well, you’re going to invite this guy over one night this week,” he said, “and you’re going to let both of us fuck you while I videotape it.”
I had no idea what a sick fuck Chris was! But I felt my pussy gush at this suggestion, and I promised I would give him what he wanted. The next day at work I invited Dan over for that evening. I don’t think he knew that I had a boyfriend, and he accepted readily.
Hoping it wouldn’t be too awkward once we got there, I suggested we have a couple of drinks first. We stopped off for some martinis on the way to my place, and by the time we got there, we had already started groping each other in the car. Dan parked in my driveway, and as soon as the car stopped, I climbed on top of him and straddled him, gyrating on him enough to get his dick hard and drive him crazy.
My plan worked, because when we got inside and I introduced Dan to my boyfriend, he didn’t seem the least bit fazed. In fact, he seemed kind of excited. We all sat down on the couch. I knew Chris had set up the video camera somewhere. I sat in between them, and when Chris leaned over to grab my boob, he motioned for Dan to do the same. I leaned back into the couch and watched as together they unbuttoned my shirt and ran their hands all over my tits.
The two of them kept this up for a few minutes, until Chris stopped long enough to take his cock out of his pants. That gave me a chance to unzip Dan’s jeans and take his cock out too. I rubbed each of their cocks with one of my hands. Eventually Chris got up, stood in front of me and poked at my mouth with his dick.
I opened my mouth up and let him fuck my face while I continued to jerk Dan off. I sucked on Chris for a few minutes, until he pulled his cock away from me and lifted me off the couch. He took my seat and said for me to kneel in front of him and finish blowing him while Dan fucked me from behind. Dan wasted no time getting behind me and sliding his cock deep in my pussy, ramming my hole while my mouth was full of Chris’s cock.
I’d never had two guys at once, but I knew right away that I could never get enough of this! Having guys enter both ends of me was the most incredible feeling.
I was the first to come, squeezing my pussy around Dan’s cock and flooding his shaft with my juice. He came soon after and filled my pussy, making me so wet that Chris couldn’t resist fucking me too. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, lifted me on top of him and slid my pussy right over his dick. He held my hips and let me bounce up and down on him until he exploded inside me, which didn’t take long.
We rested for a few minutes. Then Dan got dressed and left, thanking us for a wonderful evening and saying he’d see me at work the next day. Chris produced the videotape he had made, and we popped it in the VCR. We wound up fucking again while we watched it.
I knew this was going to be the best Christmas ever, since my boyfriend and I had discovered such interesting new things about each other. We promised to do something like this again very soon, and vowed that no way would we wait for another holiday season to do it!
It was a Friday afternoon, and I was drinking a beer at the bar of the mostly empty Bonnie Prince Charlie Tavern. I had everything ready for my move to the States in a week or so, and was doing my farewell rounds of my favorite London pubs. I was just about to move on to the next one when a young blonde woman came in and had a whispered conversation with Jock, the barman at the other end of the counter.
“I don’t know, lass,” I heard him say. “But maybe Ian can help you.” He pointed to me, giving me a wink and broad smile as the girl looked over at me. “The wee lassie has come down from Scotland to see if she can get into pornographic movies,” he explained. “Don’t you know someone in that business, Ian?” He was almost rolling with silent laughter and making hand gestures behind her back as she walked toward my stool. He knew perfectly well that I was in advertising, but what he didn’t know was that a couple of the photographers in my firm were indeed moonlighting by doing photo spreads for girlie magazines.
She introduced herself as Betsy McSomething, from McButtfuck, Scotland some small town north and west of Inverness. She was about 19 or 20, five feet three inches tall, with a rounded figure, not exactly the sort of long-legged beauty one looks for in porno films. However, her face was quite pretty, her long blonde hair was lustrous, and she had a rack that sat high on her chest and pushed out against the buttons on the blue-and-white dress that covered her from neck to knee. It was an interesting package, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would look like naked.
I bought her a drink, and we sat at a table and talked about her plans. She had just trained down to London that day to check out her chances of becoming a porn star. She was in urgent need of some money, and this idea had come upon her as a solution to her problem. I asked if she was very sexually active up in Scotland, and she admitted that she had only actually done it with a couple of guys, but that she really enjoyed sex and liked the idea of experiencing it with more fellows. So I called the two photo chaps I worked with and asked them meet us at the Bonnie Prince, which of course they did, and before too long the three of us were shit-faced drunk and taking turns, along with Jock, at fucking Betsy on a blanket thrown over some crates in the storage room.
She hadn’t been joking when she said she really enjoyed screwing, as by my drunken count she had each of us twice, and a friend of Jock’s as well, and the girl was smiling and laughing the whole time, while experiencing one earth-shaking orgasm after another. I should also note that with her clothes off that round body was damned attractive, and she resembled a small version of a Rubens model. We all agreed that she would look great in girlie magazines or in a porn video, and that we would start on that project the next day. Of course we were all drunk, and probably weren’t too sure what the hell we were saying.
When we were all fucked out we got Betsy back into her dress and heels, and I took her home with me. In preparation for my departure for America I had moved out of my apartment and was house-sitting for my sister, who was out of the country at the time, doing some work for the Foreign Office. So I brought Betsy there and ran a bath for her so she could scrub off the grime from the train ride and the dried-up spunk that covered her thighs and belly.
As Betsy soaked in the scented bath water I rustled up a late supper for us. I am really quite a good cook, and I quickly made up some crepes and sauteed some veggies, and opened a cold bottle of champagne from the fridge to wash it down. By the time I had it put together she had emerged from the bathroom, squeaky clean, with stringy wet hair and wrapped in my sister’s lush terrycloth robe. “I hope you don’t mind,” she said, in her cute Scottish burr, “but I shaved my pussy with your razor.” And she opened the robe to show me her freshly sheared crotch. Mind? I was down on my knees and giving her a tongue lashing in a nanosecond.
After she came we consumed our meal while sitting on the couch watching a soccer match on television and playing a little game of our own. We each chose a team, and whenever her team missed a shot she had to lean over and suck on my willy. Likewise, when my team missed a shot I had to suck on one of her appendages, either her pouting nipples or her projecting clitoris. We were unsure of who would do what to whom if either team ever scored, but it was a pretty foregone conclusion that whoever won, we would end up fucking. There was also no doubt that she would end up staying the night. She had not arranged for a place to stay and had checked her small overnight bag at the station, so it was agreed that she should stay with me and avail herself of whatever she needed from my sister’s store of clothes and makeup.
It was around midnight when we moved into the bedroom. Betsy started asking me about the next day, and about what would be expected of her if she actually made it into the porn business. I asked her if she had ever done anal intercourse, to which she replied, “Oh no! But I’m not opposed to trying it!” And with that she plopped down on the bed on her stomach and, smiling back at me, raised her soft rounded buttocks for my inspection. I was instantly erect and thinking of Brando in Last Tango in Paris. I quickly made my way to the kitchen, where I pulled a cold stick of butter from the fridge and hurried back to the bedroom.
I knelt between her legs and began kissing her cunt, running my tongue up and down the slippery groove until she was cooing in appreciation. Then I licked her anus and the cooing turned to purring, which became even louder as I slid my tongue as deep as it would go into her rectum. I did this for some time before introducing the stick of butter, first to the warm lips of her pussy, which made her jump, and then sliding it up her crack and over her small perineum to the tight little rosebud itself. I ground it around, letting the warmth of her flesh gradually smooth off the corners, melting it down until I was able to slide it into her hole, bit by bit. The coldness of it made her shudder, but she moaned with pleasure as I slid it in and out, over and over, until butter was running from her asshole and down over her pussy lips. I sucked some of it up, and as I did she exploded into the most violent orgasm I had ever witnessed. Her spasms broke the stick in half and left me holding just an inch or so.
As she writhed on the bed with her hand between her legs, stroking her clit to enhance her pleasure, I placed my cockhead at the buttered opening of her ass and drove it slowly and steadily into her bowels. I could feel the warm butter surrounding my dick as I moved deeper into that tight passage. Betsy was in a frenzied state, and I was reaching the same degree of excitement as I drove my weapon in and out with all the force and speed I could muster. Butter was squishing out of her ass with every thrust, and I knew I could not last long at the pace I was going. Meanwhile I could hear this little Scottish voice saying “Come on, you bloody English bastard, fuck me, fuck me hard!” My balls were slapping against her pussy, and her hand was grabbing at my scrotum and trying to squeeze them. And then suddenly I was coming, squirting wildly and helplessly deep inside her, and she came with me, climaxing almost as violently as she had before.
We lay in the afterglow trying to catch our breath, and then she moved down in the bed and took my buttered-covered penis deep into her mouth. As it slowly regained its hardness I was trying to think of how I was going to explain to my sister the butter stains soaked into her mattress. I hoped I would be off to the States before she returned to find them.
After an omelet breakfast my specialty and some really serious coffee drinking, both of us felt ready for the day’s activities. I called Graham and Bill, my coworkers, who were still hung over but eager for the second round, and we arranged to meet around noon at the loft they used as a photo studio over in Notting Hill. Betsy and I rummaged through my sister’s wardrobe and selected a few of her see-through teddies and other lingerie for Betsy to bring to the shoot. Betsy, however, was quite different in size and shape from my tall, thin sibling, so on the way to our meeting we stopped to by some other things for the shoot, as well as some walking-around clothes. We added some thong undies, as well as some fancy stockings and a garter belt, which I figured would look great on her short body, making her legs appear longer than they were. Then we headed for the shoot.
Graham and Bill were already there, and had set up a couple of scenes one a garden and the other a bedroom and were playing with the lighting and cameras when we arrived. They had set aside a changing room for Betsy, but as we had all seen her naked the night before she had absolutely no modesty. We spread all the garments out on a table, and as she and Graham went through them, selecting possible items to use, she stripped to the buff and slipped on each piece in turn as they talked about them. Of course this meant that the three of us were almost constantly erect or semi-erect, as we were presented with an almost continuous strip show.
At one point Graham couldn’t take it any more. He got behind her as she leaned over the table, and releasing his cramped penis from his pants, gave her a surprise injection of his meat. Her reaction was to look back over her shoulder with a smile and say, “Well thank you very much! I was wondering what a lass had to do to get fucked in this place!” We all laughed and reassured her that she would be very well fucked before the day was much older.
Betsy was still bending over the table, with Graham sliding his dick in and out of her, when the male model that the guys had contracted for arrived. His name was Maurice, and he was to play Betsy’s lover in the scenarios that they had concocted. He grinned as he took in the action, saying, “You really don’t seem to need me!”
“No, but we need your big cock,” Bill replied. Maurice was an extremely good-looking lad, but quite effeminate in his manner, and as it turned out he was quite gay. Bill and Graham were only planning to shoot some still photos, which they would shop around to skin magazines. There would be no actual fucking, just a series of poses, and Maurice was there to pose as the handsome lover with the huge dick.
They began with the bedroom scene, with Betsy posing on the bed in my sister’s teddy. Then Maurice entered. Graham directed the action as Bill kept snapping pictures. Following Graham’s orders, Betsy quickly lost the teddy. She then pulled Maurice’s dick out of his pants and placed the head of it in her mouth. Maurice stripped, flexing his muscles. Betsy lay down on the bed, and Maurice got between her legs and brought his dick to the opening of her cunt. That was as far as it went. After that Graham had Betsy change her clothes, and they went through the same story line again. Then it was into the mock garden for a change of scenery. Between each scene Betsy changed her costume and did her hair in a different style, then went through basically the same actions again.
Of course Betsy was getting more and more frustrated as these scenes were played out, wondering when she was going to get that huge piece of meat slammed between her legs. The answer was obviously never, as Maurice kept his erection by thinking of his male lover’s asshole. But both Bill and I helped her out by knocking off a piece between scene changes, and when we finally finished the shoot, all three of us gave her a hard pounding on the bed. Still she kept complaining about what a terrible waste it was that she didn’t get to sample Maurice’s big tool.
Betsy and Maurice signed release forms and received two hundred pounds for the afternoon’s modeling, with the promise of an added bonus if the photos sold for a price above costs. I would have been happy paying that for the sex alone.
Maurice went off to meet his lover, and the four of us decided to go to a caf for an early dinner. We were just finishing our meal when a friend of Bill’s entered the caf and came over to our table. Bill introduced him as Clark, and after saying hello all around he looked at Betsy and asked, “Is this one of your models?” Which of course delighted Betsy to no end, and she pushed her breasts out even further. Bill affirmed that she was, and told him about the shoot we had just completed.
“Good!” Clark said. “I wonder if she could help me out.” He went on to explain that his cricket club was having a poker game and bachelor party at a local pub that evening, and the stripper they had hired had taken ill. “Would you be interested in making some good money doing a striptease for about thirty chaps, luv?” he asked Betsy.
Betsy didn’t hesitate to say yes. I asked her if she could dance, to which she replied, “Well, I am Scottish!” Which I translated to mean, “Of course I can, you fucking English twit!”
We arrived at the designated pub at nine-thirty, and found the back room full of chaps ranging in age from their 20s to their 80s. Betsy was wearing a blouse and a pair of slacks that we had bought earlier, and carrying a large shopping bag with the clothes she had taken to the shoot. She figured she could find something sexy among those things to begin her strip in, and she went off to the ladies’ room to change.
A little while later Clark interrupted the card playing and drinking to announce the entertainment. He gave Betsy a nice introduction, and she bounced out, cued by the music from a CD player that Clark operated, and climbed up on one of the small tables the card players had been using. She was wearing another of my sister’s see-through teddies over a garter belt, black nylons and three pairs of thong panties. Her dancing wasn’t too bad, and even before she got the teddy off some of the men were throwing folded pound notes onto the table. Once her beautiful breasts came into view the notes came even faster, and the audience really loved it when she removed one thong, then another, and finally the last tiny covering. The pussy she had shaved just the night before was a real winner, and the crowd went wild.
She got off the table then, and the chaps moved to form a circle around her as she danced around in just her heels, hose and garter belt. Her long blonde hair, which had been in a pony tail at first had now shaken free and swirled around her shoulders. She then began to go beyond the realm of duty and to interact with the audience. Clark was the first to benefit from her attention as she danced over and rubbed her bare behind into his crotch. A howl of approval came from the crowd, and with this encouragement she reached out to rub the crotches of the men on either side of him. She smiled as she squeezed them appreciatively, and then proceeded to dance around the circle, giving each of the guys a fondle. I don’t think there was a soft dick in the house, and of course the fondling was reciprocal as they touched Betsy’s breasts and patted her bare bottom, or reached between her legs to wet their fingers in her pussy.
After she had rubbed against almost every dick in the room I was beginning to think there might be an all-out gang bang, but in fact most of the older men gradually returned to their card tables, and to their drinking and chatting, leaving about a dozen or so mostly younger guys in the circle surrounding Betsy. Several of them had their cocks out, and now one brave soul grabbed he around the waist and kissed her, then lifted her up to sit her on the table she had previously been dancing on. Without hesitation she lay back and opened her legs wide, and urged on by his mates, the chap dropped his trousers and swiftly stuck his weapon into her glistening cunt. He gave her a few strokes, but then pulled out of her without coming, to the jeering of some of his mates. Meanwhile some of the others had crowded around the table, and Betsy had taken a cock in each hand, while another chap pushed his dick into her willing mouth.
At this point a number of the men began calling for someone named McDonald to do his thing.
Despite the name, McDonald turned out to be a Jamaican stud of about 40, who had been watching from the fringes of the circle. Now a couple of young chaps pushed him forward, and almost reluctantly, it seemed, he took his position between Betsy’s legs. He dropped his pants, to the cheers of the watchers, and produced a very sizable penis. “Lads,” he said in a joking voice, “this is the last time I am going to show you how it’s done!” Which brought much laughter and a few cheers from the assembly.
Betsy was looking at this new man with wide, surprised eyes, though I could not guess whether it was because of the size of his dick or the color of his skin. I was sure there were few if any black people in the highlands of Scotland.
McDonald’s penis hardened still further as he rubbed the head of it over her moist labia, and then it was sliding in easily, all the way to the hilt. Betsy gave a gasp, allowing the prick in her mouth to fall out, although she held tight to the two she held in her hands. Then she began to moan with pleasure as McDonald drove his dick in and out of her with increasing speed. The dozen or so chaps around the table all had their peckers out also, and were stroking them in unison with his thrusts. Then the guy whose dick she had expelled began to chant, “Bukkake! Bukkake!” and the cry was echoed around the table. I was not familiar with the word, but I soon found out what it meant. As McDonald pulled out and shot a prodigious amount of semen over Betsy’s belly, the other chaps started coming in spurts, shooting their jism on her tits, her legs, her feet, her face just everywhere.
The guys were laughing and cheering, and when I looked at Betsy’s face I saw that she was laughing too. I wasn’t sure whether McDonald had gotten her off, but she seemed totally thrilled with the experience she had just had. One of the guys now pulled out a bank note and stuck it to her come-covered tit. This started a movement as each of the men stuck notes of various denominations onto her forehead, her thighs, her belly, until she was almost totally covered in bills. To top it off, McDonald stuck a couple of bills in the cleft of her vagina, saying, “Thanks, love, you’re a real good sport. All the best in your future!”
I helped Betsy off the table and she went into the bathroom to clean herself up. I collected the money that had fallen onto the floor and looked around for her shopping bag, but it was gone. Someone had taken her clothing for a souvenir! All she had was her high heels, which she had kept on throughout. She had nothing to wear home, so one of the men took pity on her and gave her his London Fog raincoat. It was a mile too large, and she had to fold the sleeves up so she could use her hands, but it was better than nothing.
Outside we hopped onto a bus headed to King’s Cross Station, where Betsy had checked her overnight bag on her arrival in London. It was raining lightly, so she didn’t look too out of place in the oversized raincoat, but even so she did draw attention to herself when she sat down in the bus and the coat opened almost up to her hip. Several men gave her their rapt attention, and when we got up to get off, one of them couldn’t resist asking her, “Miss, do you have anything on under that raincoat?”
“I guess we’II have to see!” Betsy said, and with that she undid the belt and opened the coat right up, giving all the passengers a good long look at her beautiful naked body. Then, looking at me, she said loudly, “Oh! I must have left my knickers home!” The bus had stopped now, and without bothering to close the coat she stepped out onto the pavement and spun around so they could all get another look.
We picked up her bag I finally convinced her to close the coat again before entering the station and then headed back to my sister’s flat. It had been a long day, and she was glad to be able to soak in the bath I drew for her. I went down the road and brought back some Chinese food, then climbed into the bath with her and we ate our meal there, with the boxes lined up along the edge of the bath and my foot gently stroking her pussy.
Since arriving in town she had been fucked about twenty times, and had had her first anal, her first black man and her first Bukkake. She had modeled for pictures, done a striptease and made a bus driver and some passengers very happy. She was one tired wee lassie, but I couldn’t let her go to sleep without one more fuck, nor did she want me to. So after our bath I laid her down on the bed and entered her. I was stroking away nice and easy when she whispered, “Do me in the bum again, luv!”
I turned her over and put a pillow under her belly to raise her cute behind pulling the cheeks apart, I massaged her rectum until it was dilated enough for me to enter her. Again I stroked her gently until she reached a strong climax, and then I drove in and out with more force until she came again, bringing me off in her bowels. We fell asleep with my softening cock still embedded in her ass.
The following afternoon I put her on the train back to Scotland. She told me that at that point she wasn’t sure that the big city and the porn business was really her cup of tea, although she had had a great time and was going home with over 900 pounds in her purse. She also had Graham’s and Bill’s phone numbers in case she ever came down again. I never found out whether she did or not, because a week later I left London for New York.
My identical-twin brother and I grew up sharing everything. When we were younger, it was our toys. As we got older, we shared everything from cars and apartments to the occasional woman. Generally we would tell the girl right before. No one ever objected, maybe because we were all too horny to care. Plus Colin and I never did it with anyone either of us was serious about. That’s why I can’t believe that what happened last weekend actually did!
It all started last Friday night, when Colin, his fianc e Allie and my fianc e Lauren and I headed down to our summer beach house. We got engaged around the same time last year and thought it only natural to have a double wedding. Last weekend we planned a big pre-wedding celebration together, as we’re to be married next month.
We left Friday evening after work, heading down to the beach house in Colin’s truck. The girls were in the back seat talking nonstop, catching up on each other’s week. Allie and Lauren work in the same office, and gossip constantly about everyone they know. They never seem to run out of subjects victims? to talk about.
Lauren even confided in me once that she and Allie have had a conversation about whether or not Colin and I are similar in bed. I couldn’t believe that my future wife would have ideas like that in her head. I would come to find out that she has a lot nastier ideas than I ever dreamed!
The drive down took a few hours, and Lauren and Allie had already started drinking. They’d packed some wine coolers for the trip, and were pretty giggly by the time we arrived at the house. While Colin and I unpacked the truck, the girls went inside to start dinner. I know that at that point my brother and I had no idea what was in store for us.
We ate dinner and shared several bottles of wine, and were feeling pretty relaxed when Lauren announced that she wanted to play a game of Truth or Dare.
“What is this, high school?” I said.
“No, Jason,” she said, “I just thought it would be fun, and a good way to get out any secrets that any of us might want to confess before the wedding.”
I was intrigued by the idea and agreed to it, and everybody followed suit. We cleared the table and moved into the living room to get more comfortable. The girls made sure to bring a couple more bottles of wine and poured us each a glass. Allie and Colin sat on the couch directly across from ours and raised their glasses. Lauren and I raised ours, and we toasted to our future together and to a great weekend.
The first few rounds of the game were mild enough, but after about 20 minutes things started to heat up. Lauren picked Allie to go next, and when Allie decided on “truth,” Lauren asked if she ever masturbated to the thought of fucking me! I was shocked that the game was going down this road, but not terribly disappointed. My brother’s fianc e is a serious piece of ass, and I have to admit that I’ve beaten my meat more than once while fantasizing about her.
Allie seemed nervous about answering but got over it with a few more sips of wine. She declared that she had fantasized about me fucking her! I looked over at Colin, who seemed to be getting turned on by his fianc e talking about this.
At this point it was Allie’s turn to pick someone. She looked around, and finally set her sights on me.
“Dare,” I said, a little uncertainly.
“Okay,” she said with a gleam in her eye I’d never seen, “I dare you to lift Lauren’s shirt up and show us her tits.”
We were all pretty relaxed at this point, and I was getting terrifically turned on by the thought of this. I hesitated only slightly, but Lauren still felt the need to encourage me.
“Come on, honey, you have to,” she said. “It’s the rules.”
She moved closer to me and turned her body slightly so I could reach around and lift up her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so I knew the others were going to get an eyeful. I raised her shirt up slowly and exposed her flat stomach, stopping just below her breasts. I could tell the anticipation was killing her, but I decided to take my time. I lifted her shirt another inch, stopping just short of exposing her nipples.
Everyone was silent, waiting for me to complete my dare. When I finally revealed Lauren’s beautiful tits, Allie let out a little moan. I decided to just take her shirt off entirely and let her sit there topless. I knew she wouldn’t object, because there’s a side of her that loves being an exhibitionist.
However, I think this is where the game ended, because while no one dared Allie to get off of that couch and come over to ours, she did anyway! She sat on the table across from Lauren and leaned in to kiss her breasts. Colin and I just couldn’t take our eyes off of this display. Lauren’s nipples became increasingly hard, and Allie couldn’t resist kissing those too. I watched as her kissing turned into licking, which eventually led to nibbling.
Lauren was getting really worked up. Each time Allie pulled away for a second, she arched her back to bring her breasts closer to Allie’s mouth. I wasn’t sure what to do at this point, so I decided to join in! I leaned over and started licking my fianc e’s tits along with Allie. I took her left breast in my mouth while Allie worked on the right one. Lauren was moaning and whimpering, seemingly overwhelmed. Her nipples are incredibly sensitive, and I knew we were driving her crazy.
Allie decided to join me in sucking on Lauren’s left tit, and when our mouths met, we hungrily tongued each other and explored each other’s mouth. Colin, seeing this as his opportunity to get to know my fianc e better, quickly sprinted over to our side of the room. He knelt in front of Lauren, and she spread her legs, inviting him to taste her pussy. He raised her skirt up around her thighs and pushed her panties aside to make room for his mouth.
Allie and I stopped making out to watch. From where I was sitting, I saw Lauren’s pussy already glistening with come. Her lips and clit were swollen, and I could tell she couldn’t wait to have Colin’s mouth on her box. Allie and I watched him tease her clit with his tongue, slowly licking and biting it. She lay back and let him have his way with her pussy.
After about 10 minutes she started bucking her snatch into his mouth, practically begging him for more. His face was covered in her juice. I couldn’t believe how excited I was getting watching this. Allie noticed my cock growing in my shorts and reached over to grab it. She unzipped my shorts and immediately started rubbing my cock with her hand.
She wasn’t stroking it for long before she felt the need to suck on it. Her mouth was so warm and wet that I don’t know how I didn’t instantly come inside it. I was sitting on the floor at this point and was really enjoying the view of my fianc e’s pussy getting licked by my brother. He was really working it with his mouth, and when I saw him slide his fingers inside her, I knew it wouldn’t take long for her to explode.
Allie was still sucking away on my cock while her fianc finger-fucked my fianc e. Lauren’s moaning got louder and louder, and when she grabbed the back of Colin’s head, I knew she was going to erupt all over his face. I don’t know how I managed to not come while watching this, but I was enjoying Allie’s mouth so much, I wanted to make it last as long as possible.
When Lauren looked over at us and saw me fucking Allie’s mouth, she quickly got up off the couch and had Colin sit in front of her while she knelt on the floor. She took his cock in her hands and teased him with her tongue for a few minutes. She’s an expert at giving blowjobs, and I knew my brother was in store for a real treat.
My brother and I have fairly big cocks, and while I’m never sure how Lauren manages to gulp all of mine down, it meant that she would also be able to swallow Colin whole. Meanwhile, I didn’t have to receive “special twin signals” from him to know that she was driving him crazy with her oral skills.
As a matter of fact, Allie was doing quite a job of pleasing me as well, alternating between licking my cock and sucking my balls. Her mouth scored an A in the eagerness-to-please department. She was practically devouring my hard-on, and I was about to shoot my load down her throat when she suddenly stopped sucking me.
“My pussy is hungry for your cock, Jason,” she said, and sure enough, she was climbing on top of me! I looked down and watched her insert my raging hard-on in her opening. She was dripping wet, so she was able to slide me in without any hesitation. Her pussy was so hot inside that I could have come instantly, but there was no way I would give up this opportunity to fuck her if there was anything I could do about it.
And there almost wasn’t! Her hole was so tight, and she was fucking me so hard, that I had to grab onto her hips to slow her down or I would have come on the spot. Instead I got us into an amazing rhythm, and we fucked like that for about 15 minutes. My brother was still getting his dick sucked by Lauren, and I admit I took brotherly pride in our mutual stamina. At some point, though, I realized it was turning into a competition which of us would last longer. Colin can be so fucking competitive. I was damned if I was going to let him win.
Allie was doing such a great job of fucking me that it took me a minute to notice that Lauren had left the room. When she came back, though, she decided to make things a little more interesting by “daring” Allie to suck Colin’s cock while still fucking me. Allie, obviously still wanting to play the game, readily agreed. She got off me just long enough to turn around so she’d be facing away from me while she fucked me.
Watching my cock slide back in her from behind was a gas, but the way my balls were churning made me worry again how much more I could take. The angle I was fucking her from felt great, and I loved being able to guide her onto my cock by holding onto her ass.
Colin walked over to where we were sitting and stood in front of his fianc e’s open mouth. She sucked on him so hard, you’d think she’d never sucked a cock before. And the harder she sucked him, the more furiously she fucked me! It was just a matter of time before I erupted inside her.
I looked over at Lauren and realized that the reason she had left the room was to retrieve the vibrator she had packed. She was sitting on the couch with her legs spread wide, and now she flicked it on. Her pussy was still dripping, and she used the vibrator to spread it all over herself. I realized that everyone was watching now as she inserted the toy slowly in her opening, pushing it in as deep as it would go.
I don’t know anyone who loves fucking themself like Lauren does, and she enjoyed it even more with an audience. We were all so mesmerized by her masturbation show that no one uttered a word. Of course Allie’s mouth was full, but Colin and I were rendered speechless by the spectacle.
The hum of the vibrator was really turning me on, and Lauren kept her legs spread so we could see and hear everything. She took the vibrator out of her pussy and lifted it to her mouth, then licked her come off of it. I couldn’t get over how hot she looked giving the vibrator a blowjob. She licked every drop off, and when she lowered it again, she didn’t stop at her pussy. She slid closer to the edge of the couch, spread herself open even wider and started teasing her ass.
It was all over for me! While Lauren fucked her own ass, I pounded away at Allie’s pussy. With her atop me, I grabbed her hips and bounced her up and down on my cock, eager to fill her pussy. Watching Lauren play with her own clit and fuck her ass right in front of me didn’t slow down the process!
I shot my load inside Allie. She was moaning and sucking away at Colin so hard that I knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. Sure enough, only a few seconds later he filled her mouth and she swallowed every drop. She was still on top of me, and my brother had barely removed his dick from her mouth when she declared that she had never had both of her holes filled at once before.
I suspected that Allie was still so turned on by this that she wasn’t close to being done. I was exhausted, though, and so was Colin. But since Allie clearly had other ideas, I hoisted myself up from the floor onto the couch across from Lauren. I figured the girls were about to give us a show, and they soon enough proved me right.
Colin sat on one of the chairs, and we gave the girls our full attention. With Lauren still fucking herself in the ass with the vibrator, Allie knelt between her legs and started kissing her pussy. I had fantasized about seeing Lauren with another woman, but the reality of watching her get her pussy licked was much hotter than anything I imagined.
Allie was sucking her clit and fucking her hole with her fingers while Lauren kept the vibrator in her ass. This went on awhile, until Allie took the vibrator out of Lauren’s ass and stuck it in her own mouth. She licked it clean, then started fucking Lauren’s pussy with it slowly at first, then a bit more aggressively, jamming it in her pussy while tonguing her clit. Her tongue looked like it was made for eating pussy.
Lauren was getting closer and closer to orgasm. I couldn’t wait to see her face when Allie made her come, and I didn’t have to wait for long. It only took Allie a few more minutes to make her come all over her mouth. Still not finished, Allie sat on the couch next to Lauren and guided the dripping vibrator in her own pussy. She motioned for Lauren to help her. My fianc e drove it in her opening and fucked her with it.
“Are you gonna let me taste your come?” Lauren asked Allie. “Because I want to know if you taste as sweet as I think.”
Allie was getting fucked so hard at this point that she could barely whimper a “yes,” and soon she came for the second time, this time all over Lauren’s face. Afterward, the girls were both so exhausted that they lay together on the couch for a few minutes and then fell asleep, with Lauren’s head lying between Allie’s legs. It was an incredible sight, and Colin and I let them lie there like that until morning.
When we woke up in the morning, we were all wildly turned on by what had happened. I took Lauren in our bedroom, and we had the best sex we’ve ever had with each other. I’m pretty sure the same thing happened with Colin and Allie, because we didn’t see them for the rest of the day, but we heard plenty of moaning and screaming coming from their room.
I don’t expect that what happened that weekend will ever happen again. At the same time, I wouldn’t trade the experience for anything. In a couple of weeks the four of us will be married, and we’ll probably settle into fairly traditional lives, but I don’t think any of us are likely ever to forget that time together. It brought Lauren and me even closer, and provided us with a lot of material to get each other off.
And who knows? Maybe once we’re married, I’ll want to watch someone fuck my wife again. If it’s as good as what we just experienced, I can see us doing it for years to come.
When JP and I got married we envisioned spending a lot of happy time with each other. But the realities of work and responsibility soon asserted themselves, and before we knew it we barely had the time and energy to kiss each other good night. JP is so hot, though, that I constantly regretted not having more time with him. So when he suggested going on a cruise for our first-year anniversary, I was ecstatic. I looked forward to it so eagerly that my mind was soon buzzing with possibilities.
I am not a very jealous person, which made it pretty easy to fantasize about seeing JP with another woman. We didn’t have an open relationship, but I hadn’t been able to stop myself lately from thinking about him with another girl. I’ve played with myself more than once while thinking about JP getting his dick sucked while I watch. JP is 12 years older than me, and I can honestly say that no man has ever turned me on as much as he does. He’s six feet three and 230 pounds of pure muscle, with a thick 8-inch cock. Being the great wife that I am, I’m always trying to think up creative ways to please him. And I was determined that this cruise would be no exception. We had discussed threesomes before, but I don’t know if JP thought I’d ever go through with it. Little did he know that I had already indulged in several before I met him, and I was particularly fond of them. All I was waiting for was the right opportunity, and I didn’t think there would be a much better one than this.
The day of departure finally arrived. After we boarded the ship and settled into our room, we decided to head to the bar for a few drinks. The bartender, Christina, was about 22 and gorgeous, with an amazing pair of tits. I figured she must get hit on all the time and was probably immune to it, but after a few minutes I began to notice a kind of spark developing between her and my husband. Not wanting to discourage this interesting development, I played along with their flirtatious banter and the sexual tension started to grow stronger. When we finally left for dinner, Christina said she hoped we would stop by the bar on our way back. We said we’d see her in a couple of hours, and headed off.
After we left, I mentioned to JP how much the two of them had been flirting with each other. “Oh stop,” he said, thinking I was giving him a hard time. “It was nothing.”
“Well, I hope it wasn’t nothing,” I replied, “because I thought she might be a willing participant in our threesome.”
JP seemed incredulous, although I could see the bulge in his pants growing. “Do you think it’s really possible?” he asked.
“We’ll see when we get back to the bar, won’t we?” I said in my sweetest voice.
After dinner we indeed headed back to the bar to see Christina. She gave us a big smile as we sat down, and she and JP resumed their flirting. When JP got up to use the bathroom, I decided to tell Christina what I wanted to give my husband for our anniversary. I half expected her to be shocked, but she just nodded, and then went on to say that she thought we were both very hot, and that she didn’t think we’d have any problem finding someone. Then her mouth broke out into this very wicked smile, and I knew right then and there that she was the girl for us.
By the time JP came back Christina and I had made a plan, but we said nothing to him about it. For another hour or so we did some more drinking and talking, until JP decided it was getting late. We got up to leave, and when JP was not looking I slipped our room key across the bar to Christina.
“See you in an hour,” she whispered, and I nodded. I could hardly wait.
JP and I made our way back to the room. Between the drinks and the flirting with Christina, we were both pretty revved up. We were barely through the door before we were pulling off each other’s clothes. JP always wins, because I usually have less clothing on than he does, and before I knew it my husband had me naked and pinned up against the wall. We furiously tongued each other’s mouth for about a minute while JP fingered my nipples. I must have the world’s most sensitive breasts, because I can practically come just from having them played with. I could feel my husband’s huge cock rubbing against my leg as he alternated between squeezing and licking my very large, cherry-red nipples. I was dying to feel his cock, but he held my hands against the wall and made his way south, until he was kneeling in front of my pussy. I helpfully spread my legs open, and I could feel my moisture dripping down my inner thighs. JP immediately started licking my legs clean before making his way up to my soaking cunt.
JP has an expert mouth, and he immediately started working my clit, spending an equal amount of time sucking and nibbling on it. He let go of one of my hands so that he could finger-fuck my hole, and I almost came right then. His finger explored the inside of my pussy for a few minutes before he jammed two more inside me.
Watching my husband devour my box while he fucked me with three of his very thick fingers was too much for me, and I exploded all over his face. He lapped up every drop of my juice and licked my pussy completely clean. I thought I would collapse with the intensity of my orgasm, but sensing this, JP picked me up and laid me on the bed. I lay there and watched him unzip his pants, and I couldn’t believe how hungry I was for his cock. His dick was at its full eight inches, and the tip was glistening with precome. He stood over me, and I raised myself enough so that my eager mouth could taste him. I sucked gently on his cockhead before making my way down the shaft, reveling in the feeling of his meat between my lips. JP can never believe that I’m actually able to take his entire eight inches in my mouth, but I love feeling the tip of his dick at the back of my throat.
I proceeded to deep-throat him, and I had actually forgotten about Christina when I suddenly heard our door open. JP was so into thrusting himself into my mouth that he didn’t hear a thing. I looked past him and saw Christina standing there with a huge smile on her face. I continued sucking my husband’s rod as I watched Christina get undressed behind him.
This girl was really a knockout about five feet nine, with a very toned body, incredibly long legs and perfectly round breasts. I watched her as she made her way to the bed, completely naked now, but I didn’t feel like stopping my blowjob, so I just spread my legs open, hoping she would accept my invitation.
JP finally noticed her when she climbed up on the bed, but all he could manage to say was, “Oh my God!” Christina smiled at him for a moment before she nestled her head between my thighs and started munching away. Her mouth was soft and delicate, very different from my husband’s, but she was doing an amazing job of pleasuring my snatch. She had barely been at it for a minute before JP started thrusting his cock even harder into my mouth. I could tell he was about to erupt, and I couldn’t wait to swallow his come as he watched Christina mouth-fuck my pussy. He shoved his pole all the way in, and I could feel his liquid shoot down my throat.
JP slowly removed himself from my mouth, but I could see that his cock was still hard. Christina now had her fingers inside me and was quickly licking me to another orgasm when my husband got on the bed and stuck his cock right in her face. She didn’t hesitate for a moment she raised her head from my very juicy pussy and wrapped her lips around JP’s dick.
Watching another woman suck my husband was every bit as exciting as I had thought it would be, and I started strumming my clit while Christina continued to work my pussy hole with her fingers. It didn’t take long for me to flood her hand with my liquid. She took her fingers out of me and stopped sucking JP’s meat long enough to let him lick my come off her hand.
I thought JP was going to shoot his load right there. But instead, he got off the bed and led Christina to a chair. Sitting down, he motioned for her to climb on top of him, which she very happily did. I watched, still recovering from my orgasm, as Christina lowered herself onto my husband’s fat cock until the entire length of it had disappeared inside her. She then proceeded to bounce up and down on him, her huge tits swinging in his face. His mouth seized on one of her nipples, sucking and biting it, apparently driving her crazy.
I was really enjoying watching them fuck each other, and I was impressed at Christina’s ability to handle my husband so well. JP had his hands around her waist and was guiding her up and down on his pole not that she needed much guidance. They were fucking pretty hard and were working up quite a sweat when I decided to join them.
As Christina continued to fuck him while straddling his thighs, I moved over to them and got up behind her, also sitting on my husband’s legs, my breasts pressing against her back. I could feel the rhythm of their fucking. I reached around and started massaging Christina’s clit, and as she felt my touch she slowed down a little. She ground her pussy against JP’s groin as I fingered her swollen button. I took my finger away for a moment so that I could taste her juices, but quickly returned it, while my other hand reached around to grab her tit, kneading the flesh between my fingers.
I could imagine JP’s view of this, and it made me hornier than ever. He loves sitting back and getting fucked, so I could imagine how happy he was to have two girls on top of him, one of them fucking him while the other fondled her! I could feel my pussy getting hot again, and I started rubbing it on JP’s thigh.
Christina and I soon fell into a kind of rhythm, my fingers stroking her clit in time with her up-and-down movement on my husband’s dick, while I ground myself against his leg. I leaned forward and started kissing her neck, nibbling and licking at her skin while keeping one hand on her pussy and the other on her breast. Soon she was moaning and bucking her hips, driving her cunt harder down over my husband’s cock. JP started fucking her harder in return, and in a minute she gave a shrill cry and came all over JP’s cock and my hand.
When she calmed down I took my hand from her cunt and licked her juices from my fingers. We both got off JP’s lap and Christina collapsed on the bed, while I knelt in front of him and cleaned her come off his cock with my mouth. I couldn’t believe it when I felt him getting hard again, but I knew it was my turn to fuck him next. I went on sucking him until his dick was as rigid as I’d ever known it to be. Then I got up and moved back to the bed, where Christina was still lying. I got on all fours and spread my cunt open, dying for JP to enter me.
He was right behind me, and I cried out with joyous passion as he rammed his thick meat with one stroke all the way into my soaking hole. My pussy was aching for him so badly that his roughness came as a great relief. No one has ever fucked me better than he does which is one of the reasons I married him. I love it when he drives his cock into me so far that I can feel his balls smack against my clit.
We had been fucking for a while when Christina decided she was ready for more fun. As JP fucked me from behind, she crawled over and started tonguing my ass. She darted her tongue in and out, spreading saliva all over my asshole. I heard her ask me if I liked that, but I was so carried away I could barely speak. Getting fucked and having your ass eaten at the same time is absolutely fucking incredible, and I knew I was about to come for the third time that night.
After a minute Christina took her tongue from my ass and replaced it with a finger, so that JP could fuck me harder, and I soon came all over my husband’s prick. He didn’t want to stop fucking, though, so Christina suggested that he fuck my ass. I wouldn’t have said no to anything at that point. I remained on all fours, raising my ass higher in the air as Christina lubed it up with more of her spit, working her finger back in to get me ready for my husband.
JP loves to fuck me that way, and I couldn’t wait to have him inside me there. When Christina told him I was ready, he got into position and slowly began to slide his cockhead into my tight, warm rear passage. Moving carefully but steadily, he finally managed to get all eight inches in there, while I moaned and pushed back at him.
Christina now lay down underneath me and started kissing my hanging tits. I reached down between my legs and fingered my clit as I lowered my breasts into her mouth. She sucked and nibbled on them while JP probed my ass with his dick. It wasn’t long before he emptied himself inside me, and I fingered myself until I came yet again.
As JP slowly took his rod out of my ass I could feel his come dripping out of me. “You don’t want my come to go to waste, do you Christina?” JP asked her.
“Of course not,” Christina replied, and proceeded to move her mouth from my tits to my asshole, where I think she managed to lick every drop of JP’s come right out of my ass.
We were all pretty exhausted at this point, and decided to get some rest. Christina fell asleep on one side of JP and I on the other, and the next thing I knew it was morning. I was the first one up, and I was so turned on at the sight of my husband and Christina lying there naked that I decided to sneak out of bed and retrieve the vibrator I had brought along.
Having dug it out, I sat on the bed next to Christina and placed the vibrator between her legs before I turned it on. She woke up all right when it started to vibrate against her pussy, and soon she had her legs spread wide open as I began to fuck her with it. I slid it into her hole slowly at first, but in a minute she was begging me to fuck her harder. I saw how wet her pussy was getting and I knew I had to taste it, so I pushed the vibrator deeper inside her and found her clit with my mouth. When JP woke up and saw what was going on, he quickly joined me in feasting on her pussy. We both tongued her clit and her entire snatch while I rammed the vibrator in and out of her.
Licking another girl’s pussy with my husband was such a turn-on that I found myself rubbing my clit against the bed. JP’s mouth and mine came together a couple of times as we sucked Christina, and we kissed her and each other crazily until she came all over our faces. JP had a raging hard-on at this point, and he decided to fuck both of us, taking turns with our pussies until we all came again, and then collapsed in one sweaty, exhausted heap.
I was amazed at my husband’s stamina, and felt even closer to him than I had before. As for Christina, she was definitely the highlight of our vacation, and we continued to fuck her every night until the cruise was over. This first anniversary celebration exceeded my wildest dreams, and I definitely can’t wait for next year!
The weather was extremely hot during that Florida Indian summer, and there were three power outages. The first two were due to Hurricane Frances and Hurricane Jeanne, which hit my area only two weeks apart. The first one lasted eight days an eternity for me, as I was completely unprepared. Unlike the mass of people who lined up at the stores, I didn’t heed the stock-up warnings. I guess I was in total denial. But reality finally sank in when I had to deal with the odors of spoiled food emanating from my refrigerator and freezer.
Without air conditioning my body temperature was at an all-time high, which made it incredibly uncomfortable when I had to get into a cold shower. It took me twenty minutes just to get myself under the water. Good thing I’m not a man, because if I’d had a dick it would have shriveled up and disappeared.
Well, the upside to that week of hell was the eye candy that was sent to our rescue. The local power company didn’t have the manpower to fix every dropped line and blown transformer within a four-county radius, so some of the regions to the north sent down armies of line crews to support their efforts. Convoys of power trucks could be seen on every road and highway. It was the most incredible sight to see my sleepy town buzzing with activity. A general feeling of gratitude was in the air as those foreign line crews blazed through the town like hunky heroes. They all became instant celebrities, and people constantly honked and waved at them when they passed.
The army of workers that were sent to us were mostly Canadians from Ontario. They wore orange uniform pants with suspenders, and most of them went shirtless. Their chests soon became golden brown from all the days in the Florida sun. On the first day I stood with a bunch of other tenants from my building as we watched the men with the chiseled bodies battling to restore the power. The men were anticipating the resumption of their power, while the women were anticipating watching the Canadians stripping off their shirts in the heat.
I was sitting on a wall watching a couple of my female neighbors as they flirted shamelessly with the electricians. A blonde named Katie kept flicking her long hair back from her shoulders, so it wouldn’t hide the view of her cleavage in a push-up bikini top. She proudly projected her golden crescents as the workers feasted their eyes on a sight seldom seen in their cold Canadian climate. June, a brunette, had her thick shiny hair pulled back into a pony tail as she paraded around in a backless halter top. Her small breasts came to points through the thin fabric, and she thrust her shoulders back to accentuate them every time she caught someone’s attention.
Even after the power in our building was restored, the show these women were putting on had the electricians lingering. The women taunted and teased as they applied lotion to each other’s body in a very seductive fashion. Katie started it, standing behind June and rubbing the lotion onto her back and arms. The men watched with obvious desire as the show got spicier. Katie wrapped her arms around June’s waist and started rubbing lotion onto her stomach. Then she put her lips to June’s ear and licked it slowly as she whispered into it. As she did so her eyes were on the workmen, who were staring back at her, evidently anticipating some kind of the erotic event.
Katie then moved around in front of June and started rubbing lotion between her bare legs. She started at her calves and moved upwards over her thighs, until she was smoothing the lotion around the area where her legs met. The Canadians weren’t even pretending to work at this point they just stood there speechless their eyes wide, until the foreman called out, “Okay, everyone back to work!”
The foreman drew my immediate attention as I watched him take command. He was wearing a tight T-shirt that displayed the logo of the local power company. He was not very tall, only about five feet ten or so, but his authoritative manner seemed to set him leagues above the others. He also had blue eyes that were like ice crystals.
I saw him for only a brief time, but his image was burned into my mind. That is when I believe my obsession began. I had to have him, even if it was only for a stolen moment of ecstasy.
It wasn’t until the next hurricane had done its damage that I laid eyes on him again.
The circumstances were the same, but this time I was prepared. I had cleaned out my refrigerator and freezer and stored the things I wanted to keep in an ice cooler. I had an ample supply of candles and batteries, and was ready for anything. I was especially ready to take my turn at the candy counter. So when the power trucks again visited our building, I ventured out in hopes of seeing my local hero again.
This time there was a totally new group of Canadian electricians, but Katie and June were putting on the same kind of exhibition, feeding on the wanting eyes of the lusting men.
I scanned the area anxiously until I saw him. Yes, there he was, he was back, and my heart pounded as though trying to escape from my chest. I drank in even more of him this time, noting his V-shaped back and rounded ass. He saw me watching him and smiled. I decided to take that as an invitation, so I walked over.
He lowered his sunglasses to show the ice-blue eyes under his black baseball cap. His dark hair curled out from underneath the cap, and I wanted desperately to trace those curls with my fingers. He smiled, and I felt myself being drawn into that smile and comfortably lost in his eyes. I felt the electricity build between us, forming an invisible but tangible connection. My heart skipped a beat as I imagined myself in his arms, caressing his body and kissing him fully. In those few moments I mentally ran my tongue around his entire body until I tasted his juices.
“Hi,” he replied. He looked me up and down, his eyes landing on the hardened nipples that projected against my shirt. “We should have your power on shortly.”
“A matter of minutes now.” Under his eyes my stiff nipples seemed to be screaming touch me, tongue me, suck me! I could see a slight flush in his cheeks, and I was pretty sure his cock was feeling the same way.
“My name is Candy. What’s yours?”
He let out a little chuckle. “Candy, huh? I’m Mick. Nice to meet you, Candy.”
For a moment there was an awkward silence.
“So, how long have you been doing this?” I asked, desperate to keep the conversation going.
He told me he’d been doing it for almost twenty years, and couldn’t imagine doing anything else. He said he couldn’t stand working indoors, as he felt like the walls were closing in on him if he stayed in too long. I wanted to talk further, but his cell phone rang, and after a brief conversation with the caller, which seemed to be work-related, he got into his truck and left.
Was that it? I stood there in my own gloom as the cheers of my neighbors celebrating our returned power sounded in my ears. I then realized that life was made up of endless moments of chance. I had blown this one, so I had to create another, to help fate along the way. But how?
Then a light bulb went off in my head or, you might say, an electric impulse. I decided to do some research about power lines and transformers. I am not normally a desperate woman, but this man made me horny, and that alone was enough to take me close to the edge of insanity.
A week passed, and it was another hot Sunday night. I had cleared out my refrigerator, filled up the ole ice chest, vacuumed the floor and done my laundry I wasn’t going to be caught off-guard this time. In the middle of the night I crept quietly outside, carefully surveying the area before setting my plan into motion. I did everything I needed to, and then snuck back into my apartment. When the transformer blew it went off with a boom like the sound of a shotgun, loud and clear. It was the lullaby that lulled me to sleep.
The next morning I inched my way under the cold-water shower. Then I put on a fitted T-shirt and a pair of shorts and headed outside. Sure enough, the crew was back. I didn’t have to look very hard for Mick before I knew it he was standing in front of me. I kind of figured he’d been looking for me too.
He pulled off his sunglasses, “Is there a bathroom around here I could use?”
“Sure, you could use mine,” I told him. “It’s a little hot, but the toilet still flushes.” My heart was beating out of my chest.
I escorted him in to my apartment and shut the door. “It’s right here, follow me.”
After a minute I heard a bang, so I rapped on the bathroom door to see if everything was all right. He swung the door open and told me he’d dropped the toilet seat as he tried to put it down. I was standing only inches away from him. Neither of us moved. I gazed up into his eyes and got lost again.
He lowered his head to meet mine, then softly brushed my lips with his and straightened up again. I stepped forward and placed my hand on his face, drawing him down. I kissed him softly at first, and then headed for the passion. I titled my head and took control of his tongue, gliding and swirling my own tongue around it until I felt his hands begin to explore. They ran over my back, then around to my front, palming my breasts. He massaged them vigorously as he returned my lusty kiss.
I broke the kiss and he drew back to suck wildly on my neck. He licked and nibbled his way down until he reached my clavicle, then slid his mouth down until it found my protruding right nipple, which he sucked hard through my shirt. I reached down, grabbed hold of my shirt and pulled it up and over my head. My full breasts were exposed, my pink nipples hard and pointy. He took one into his mouth and sucked as if he were a starving baby.
My hips started to gyrate as I felt a wetness between my thighs. He slid one hand up my thigh and poked a finger into my underwear. Then he slowly unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down. He slid his tongue between my thighs, licking at the edge of my panties, and I groaned in anticipation.
He slid my panties down and off, then tugged at my legs, which I eagerly parted. Hoisting me up onto the edge of the sink, he then ran his tongue up my thigh and between my labia, licking all around my pussy teasingly, then backing away. He looked up to see me with my head thrust back and my mouth open and panting. He smiled as I grabbed onto the edge of the sink until my knuckles turned white.
He began to lick me again, harder and faster now, fucking the inside of my pussy with his tongue, stopping only to lick his way in tight swirls up to my clitoris. The insides of my thighs were drenched with his saliva and my juices. My butt rested on the edge of the sink, my legs now sprawled out and pressed to the opposite wall. I arched my back and stiffened my legs even more as I felt the heat sliding down my spine to mingle with the fire in my belly. I felt the rush of hot liquid as my body was suspended in midair for that moment of ecstasy. I wanted to voice my joy, but my throat emitted only inarticulate sounds. I trembled all over as my pussy pulsated continuously.
Mick took one big final suck before lifting his head. I grabbed the back of his hair and pulled him toward me, kissing him with a wild intensity. Then I hopped off the sink and knelt down to face the lump that bulged out his pants. I pulled those pants down, moaning at the sight of his hard penis. I licked around the head of it, then slid my tongue along the shaft. A little precome oozed from the spout, and I tasted his salty milk. He backed up against the wall and moaned.
I licked and tasted until he begged me to take it in. I slid his penis into my hot wet mouth and down my throat. I wrapped one hand around the base, stroking it as his panting grew louder. My stroking became faster as my sucking became harder. I kept this up for at least ten minutes before I pulled his penis out of my mouth and stood up. I propped my butt on the edge of the sink again, spread my legs and pulled him in between them. He slid easily into my heated pussy as it tightened around him. He didn’t stop until he was all the way in, then had to pause for a moment to prevent himself from exploding then and there.
My head fell back, my eyes rolling back into my head as I gave a cry of delight. He thrust his penis back and forth slowly for a few strokes, until he couldn’t hold back any longer and began to move harder and faster, grunting with every stroke. I let out a series of high-pitched groans that echoed loudly in the small bathroom.
His buildup was so intense that when he finally shot, it was with a force that could have milked the stars. His penis throbbed inside me long after he finished.
Finally he backed out slowly and pulled up his pants, looking into my bedazzled eyes. “I’m sorry, Candy, but I have to go,” he sighed. “They’ll be looking for me, if they aren’t already.”
I nodded my head in agreement, still unable to speak.
As he turned to go he accidentally bumped the cabinet under the sink. The door came open with bang, and the insulated high-voltage pliers and wire cutters fell out. He bent over to pick them up, along with the ground clamp and a few large firecrackers. He gave me a funny look, but paused for only a moment before placing them back inside the cabinet.
After he left I went to my bedroom window to see him joining his crew. I could hear him talking to one of the linemen.
“Mick, we found the problem,” the man was saying.
“What was it, John?”
“A funny thing, really. It looks as though the line was cut and then blown apart.”
“What?” Mick pulled off his cap and scratched his head.
“There’s a clean cut on one side of the cable and the other side is frayed to hell. Can’t really imagine what happened.” The man looked puzzled.
Mick turned his head and looked up at the window where I was peeking out. I don’t know if he saw me before I slithered down the wall. “Oh shit,” I mumbled. Then I decided that I had to swear off men, because it seems they just make me do the dumbest things.