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Mnemositis

October 27, 2010 at 5:36 am · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , , , ,

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was a strange man sleeping next to me in my bed.  I must say, I reacted to this discovery pretty calmly.  I didn’t scream or otherwise freak out.

Very gingerly, so as not to wake him, I peeled back the covers and rolled out of bed.  I’d been sleeping naked, as has been my habit since I was a little girl.

For a strange dude asleep in my bed, at least this one was pretty cute.  He had a high forehead and strong cheekbones, and his chin was all bristly with stubble.  His mouth was open slightly, and he snored softly, with one arm thrust out as if to embrace someone who wasn’t there.

I tiptoed into the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth and get my head on straight.  My nipples were tender, as if they’d been sucked on a lot, and my pussy was pleasantly sore and juicy; apparently I’d had fun last night.

There was a post-it stuck to the mirror over the sink, and scrawled in hasty red magic marker:

THREESOME, KEN FROM AL-ANON.

MUCH HOTNESS.

XOXO

ANA

Back in the bedroom, I carefully peeled back the sheets.  Ken was sleeping naked too.  His soft little cock was too cute not to kiss.  As soon as my lips touched it, it twitched and started to swell slightly.  I very lightly traced my tongue across his crinkled scrotum and along the underside of his still-flaccid penis.  He tasted salty and sexy, and his cock continued to swell in a most gratifying way.

He shifted, rolling over onto his back.  His eyes were still closed, and if he wasn’t still completely asleep, he certainly wasn’t quite awake yet either.  His cock was now fully erect, and my boy Kenny was possessed of one very attractive penis.  It was big; long without being too long, fat without being too fat, circumcised with a bulbous well-defined head and the whole thing had an interesting upward curve to it.  My pussy twitched wetly.  I wished I remembered…

I softly swirled my tongue all around the big knobby purple head, exploring the ridges and textures and enjoying his taste.  He swelled even more and I could feel his pulse beating in his cock.  I wanted to eat him.

His big cock flopped wetly against his flat tummy, and his eyes flickered sleepily open.  He smiled slowly and stretched, arching his back like a lazy cat.  I swallowed his hard cock whole.

I loved having that big hot hard living thing in my mouth.  His hands played with my hair as I lavished affection all over his penis with my tongue.  I started bobbing my head slowly up and down, taking as much of him as I could and then releasing him until the head was balanced precariously between my lips, then engulfing him all over again.  He started humping back, matching my tempo, slowly at first and then more and more urgently.

I wrapped the fingers of one hand around the base of his cock and started jerking him off into my mouth, quick little butterfly strokes.  My other hand cupped his balls, gently squeezing him, my fingertips teasing the soft skin of his taint and the dark secret crack where his ass cheeks met.  He was moaning and groaning in the most sexy way, lifting up off the bed to meet my wet mouth.  I released his balls and, still pumping his erection between my thumb and forefinger, I let one exploratory finger slide up between his ass cheeks.

I circled his crinkly little anus with my finger, and the moans and groans increased in volume and urgency, and he started fucking my mouth harder, bucking and thrashing around.  I wanted to taste him, taste him, feel him come.  I pressed my finger up against his hole, and his anus opened up and let my finger slide all the way in to the second knuckle.  He was hot and tight, and I could feel his body pulsing.  With a howl, he arched his back, shoving his cock deep into my mouth, his entire body trembling.  Ignoring my aching shoulder, I jerked his cock as fast as I could, keeping my mouth wrapped around his cock.  He shot off into my mouth, flooding me with his hot, salty-bitter come, his ass spasming and grasping at my probing finger.

At last I released him, licking my lips like a satisfied cat, admiring him lying disheveled on my bed, the picture of a very satisfied man.

He smiled very big and stretched again and rolled over, revealing one of the cutest little white butts I’ve ever had the pleasure of ogling.  I was just starting to wonder how long his turn-around time might be, and whether he’d be at all interested in licking my pussy in the meantime.  Then he saw the clock on my bedside table.

“Oh crap,” he said, sitting up, “I’m going to be late for work if I don’t hustle bunnies!”

I lay on the bed and watched him hurriedly get dressed.  I think that’s so sexy; I love watching a guy –or a girl- get dressed.  I wished that I had time to properly masturbate, but I’d seen the clock too, and I also was running late for work.

“Thanks for everything!” he said, “Last night was amazing, and so was this morning!  I hope we can all get together again soon.  Tell Ana I’ll see her at the next meeting.” He stopped, suddenly unsure of himself, then he kissed me quickly on the lips.  “See you soon!” and he slipped out through the door.

There were three condom wrappers torn open on the bedroom floor.  Daaamn!  I checked the clock.  I had just enough time to take a really fast shower and get dressed.    I thought about whacking off really quick under the hot running water, but I decided to wait.  I wanted to take my time and make it a really good one.

The first thing I saw in the kitchen was the big oversized calendar I didn’t remember taping to the wall.  The days were crossed out in black magic marker.  According to the calendar, it was Wednesday October 13th.  How had it gotten to be Wednesday already?  How had it gotten to be October?

There was a yellow post-it note stuck to today’s date on the calendar: Doc Appt, 3:30.  I didn’t remember making a doctor appointment.

The fridge was covered in yellow post-its.  There was a big pink one front and center with large block lettering on it:

YOU WERE IN A BICYCLE ACCIDENT ON APRIL 16TH.  YOU’RE OK, BUT YOUR MEMORY ISN’T WORKING RIGHT.  LOVE YOU XXX ANA

It sort of made sense, actually.  I couldn’t remember anything.  It was all kind of blurry.

I made coffee, savoring the lingering taste of his maleness in my mouth: salty, sweaty, tangy, musky, comey.

I got on my bike and started pedaling.  The early fall morning was bright and shiny and made my eyes squint.  I got to school just before the tardy bell.  My first class was pre-algebra: 30 fidgety 7th graders, and not one of them looked in the least bit familiar.  Fortunately I had left myself detailed notes, and an excellent lesson plan.  I could get through this day.

Apparently I had packed a brown bag lunch for myself the day before.  I’d have to make sure and do the same thing again tonight before bed.  I couldn’t wait for Ana to get home.  It seemed like forever since I’d seen her.  Did she even still have the same job?

The rest of my classes went by ok: Geometry, Algebra, another Pre-Algebra.  The kids were all strangers to me, but I knew the material and I had left myself excellent notes, so it wasn’t any problem to teach.  I was pretty sure they couldn’t even tell I was winging it.

One of the girls in my 9th grade Algebra II class kept looking at me funny.  It was a hungry, flirtatious, knowing kind of look.  She was kind of goth in a nerdy way (or nerdy in a goth sort of way), smart, and just painfully cute.  Had we done anything together?  That would be unethical and illegal and could get me fired if not actually jailed.  I could totally picture myself sitting on top of my desk while she ate me out, fondling her ripe young breasts while she licked my clit.  I hoped I’d had the good sense not to molest her, but I just didn’t know and she kept staring at me in a way that gave me butterflies in the worst kind of way, a sensation that was not entirely unpleasant.

After the last class let out, I sat down to write myself a detailed set of notes for tomorrows classes, and to let myself know how far we had gotten and what homework I had assigned.  I had some time to kill before my doctor appointment; maybe I had planned it that way.

I was sitting behind my desk, obliviously writing to myself, when I heard the classroom door open and close.  I looked up, and a beautiful raven-haired woman was looking intently at me with smoldering eyes.

Was that Ana?  All of a sudden, I realized that I had no visual memory of her.  I knew she was beautiful, I knew that I loved her, but I couldn’t remember, not even a little bit, what she looked like.  This might be her, coming to pick me up from work, but I really wasn’t sure.

“Ana?” I croaked.

“No, I’m Peggy, Milo’s mother” she said, “We talked for a long time yesterday, and you said you’d like to meet up after school today.  Well, here I am!  You warned me you might not remember…”

She was hot.  Older than me, by maybe ten years, with long dark hair that was almost certainly dyed, and a very tall slender figure that was accentuated by an almost-scandalously short skirt and a tight black sweater that showed off her smallish boobs to their very best advantage.  She wore a bright band of gold on the third finger of her left hand.  Oh Peggy, you are one hot mama!  Are you flirting with me?  Did we flirt yesterday?  Did we do more than just flirt?

“Apparently my memory isn’t functioning properly,” I said smiling politely, “Ever since the accident.”

“That’s what you told me yesterday,” Peggy said, biting her lower lip fetchingly, “Maybe we could continue this conversation in my car.  Can I offer you a ride somewhere?”

She was parked in a corner of the school parking lot, under a big gloriously golden-leafed oak tree.  Her car was an expensive-looking black muscle car, a Mustang or a Camaro or something like that.

We got in.  It seemed to me that sexual tension was absolutely crackling between us.  My pussy was moist and my clit felt swollen and tender.  I wondered if she felt the same way, or if she was really just offering me a friendly ride to the doctor’s office.

She closed the driver’s side door after herself, but didn’t buckle up or start the engine.  She placed her hand lightly on my thigh.  Underneath my grey slacks, inside my panties, my pussy drooled with horny anticipation.

“I haven’t been able to get you off my mind,” she said with a smile that was almost shy.  Her hand, maybe unconsciously, was softly stroking my thigh.  Every time it brushed up toward my crotch, I felt a wave of almost uncontrollably red-hot lust.  “I was thinking about you all day today.”   She smiled again.  Enchanting.  “I thought about you last night before I went to sleep.

“If my husband knew, he’d kill me.  Or else he’d want to watch.  Which might not be an all bad thing either…

The way her hand was petting my thigh was absolutely killing me.  My cunt was swollen and hot and hungry, and I was sure I was soaking all the way through my slacks.  I wanted my clothes to be off.

“Did Milo do ok in class today?” I wracked my mind… Milo: a youngish-looking thirteen year old with glasses and a worried look on his face.  Now that I remembered I could see his mom in him.  I recalled that he’d done well on his homework and had volunteered an answer in class.  I told Peggy and she seemed relieved.

“It’s so weird that you’re his teacher and I’m his mother.  God, if he had any idea…”

Her stroking hand had reached my crotch, softly petting me just above where my clit was screaming ‘TOUCH ME TOUCH ME!!’  I could help myself no more.  I reached over the stick shift and grabbed Peggy’s sweater, pulling her to me and kissing her hard on the lips.

She kissed me back ferociously, her hand finding my breast and squeezing hard.  She tumbled across the gear shift on top of me, her lips mashing into mine.  Fumbling, I found the lever that reclined the passenger seat.

When was the last time I’d fooled around in a car?  I can tell you exactly: it was my junior year of high school, with Mia, this girl on the volleyball team who I wasn’t exactly friends with, but with whom I had a torrid and steamy sex-ridden six-month affair.  We had lost our virginity to each other, late at night, parked at the end of a semi-abandoned dirt road, surrounded by trees and empty beer cans.  It was broad daylight here, and the school parking lot was far from abandoned.  Just that moment, I really didn’t give a shit.

Peggy had both her hands tangled in my hair and was kissing me hard and deep.  Her breasts were pressed up against my own.  Her skirt had fortuitously ridden up, and I let my hands explore her bare legs, feeling their way up her smooth firm thighs and stroking her through her silky panties.

It didn’t take me very long to push her panties aside and let my fingers slip inside.  She was very wet: furry, hot, and slippery.  Two of my fingers slid right up her hungry cunt; my thumb bumped against her hard little clit and she moaned into my mouth.

My fingers were knuckle-deep in her pussy, and she was humping back hard against my hand, but my wrist was in an awkward crampy position, so we rolled over.

I pulled her panties off and tossed them aside.  They were black, of course, lacy and frilly, cut into a high V shape.  She spread her legs wide, resting one high heel on the dashboard, the other flailing off into the steering column.  Peggy’s pussy was revealed to me in all its glory.  She had a mass of black pubic hair, thick and dark and slick with her juices.  She had big, meaty lips that folded open, and her clit stood boldy out, a fat little pea.

Kneeling in the cramped space in front of the passenger seat, I stuck my head between her thighs and started licking joyously.  Her taste was clean, tangy, hot, slippery, sexual.  I loved losing myself into her cunt.  I slurped up and down her pussy, dragging my tongue from her ass cheeks all the way up to her clit and back again.

What Peggy liked best, it turned out, was having her pussy fingered while just the tip of my tongue teased around her swollen clit.  I lost track of how many times she came like that.  More times than I would have thought physically possible, and very loud and violent at that.  Whenever she came, her stomach muscles heaved and flexed, her back arched, her thighs squeezed my head hard, and she let loose with a blood-curdling scream as if she were being murdered.  I just kept fingering and licking and trying to get enough air into my lungs to avoid passing out.

After, I don’t know, ten or twelve of these, three fingers up her pussy, another finger halfway up her butt, my aching tongue dancing around and just brushing against her clitoris, she finally pushed me away gasping “Enough… I can’t take any more!”

I came up, grinning.  My fingers were totally coated in her come, stuck together and dripping off me.  I half expected the car to be surrounded by a crowd of horny students and teachers, drawn from blocks around by Peggy’s screaming orgasms; but the lot was deserted.

“My God…” Peggy said, still out of breath, “You are just amazing!”

I was absolutely squirming for her to get into my pants.  But then I remembered my doctor appointment.  I was already ten minutes late.

“Shit,” Peggy cursed, maneuvering her skirt back down and her way back into the drivers’ seat.  It wasn’t very graceful, but it was cute.  “I’ve got to get back to the house in time to meet Milo when he gets home.  I can drop you off at your doc’s.  Come on!”

She drove me over to the doctor’s office.  It was a short drive, and she left her hand casually in my lap, stoking my leg through my pants.  By the time we got there I was ready to straddle the gear shift and shove it right up my cunt.  I was so wet and turned-on it was ridiculous.

“I’m all booked up the rest of the week,” Peggy told me as she dropped me off, “But we could get together next Monday after school if you like.  I’ll take good care of you next time, I promise.”

“I won’t remember” I said.

“I know.  Write yourself a note.  Thanks again Sexy!” She blew me a kiss and drove away.

I was fifteen minutes late when I checked in with the receptionist.  She told me to have a seat.  I waited there another ten or fifteen minutes.  I passed the time flipping through old news magazines, imagining the people in the pictures naked and squeezing my thighs together, semi-masturbating in the waiting room.

I liked my doctor immensely.  He was a dapper little man in a neat suit who spoke very precisely and came across as caring and intelligent.  He told me that all the tests so far had come back negative, and that he wanted to schedule another CAT scan.  He wrote me an appointment card, told me to post it in a place where I couldn’t miss it.  Then he put his hand on my shoulder.  “Don’t worry,” he said, sounding worried, “We’ll figure this out.  This kind of thing is rarely permanent.”

Outside, the bright October day was clouding over, turning dark and threatening.  There was a chill in the wind, and I wondered if it might not rain.  It was a fairly quick walk home from the doctor’s office.  It was only a mile or so, and the way home took me straight through the park.

The park was forlorn and empty.  In this light all the trees seemed muted and dead.  Dry leaves rustled in the wind.  I realized with a start that I’d left my bike at work, chained up in the rack in front of the school.  Crap, I could be home already!  I’d have to write myself a post-it tonight or tomorrow I’d have no idea where my bike was.

I made eye contact with a fairly cute-looking guy who was walking the other direction.  He smiled at me, a big friendly smile, and I smiled absently back.  He stopped and turned around, and then we were walking together.   He was tall and skinny, in his early twenties, with hair the color of straw.  His hand found mine and our fingers clasped.  I wondered where I knew him from.  There was a highly interesting looking bulge going on in the front of his tight black jeans.

I maneuvered us off the main path and we sat down on a park bench by a little bridge and made out for a while.  He was an aggressive kisser, and that was exactly how I liked it at that moment.  I liked him holding my wrists down and forcing his tongue down my throat and grabbing and squeezing my breasts like silly putty, tormenting my erect nipples through my bra.

I unzipped his pants and fished out his cock.  It was long and thin and uncircumcised.  I started jerking him off, right there in the open.  He leaned back unsnapping his fly, giving me full access.  I tugged his pants down a little bit so his zipper wouldn’t chafe on the goodies.

His cock pointed straight up in the air like an obelisk.  It was exceedingly veiny and seemingly hairless.  As I worked my hand up and down, the scarlet head kept flirtatiously peeking out and then disappearing underneath his foreskin, like a shy little elf.  I found that quite charming.

I lubricated the whole situation with my spit, and cupped his balls against the chilly autumn air with my free hand.  Giving a world-class handjob is like conducting a symphony orchestra.  Again and again I brought him right to the edge, squirming inches from his peak before backing off, only to slowly build up to another crescendo.  I varied my tempo subtly, until he was wordlessly begging for it.  His cock was hot and red and pulsating and his balls were swollen and tight.  I squeezed his dick hard in my hand and began pumping him deliberately faster and faster until there was no going back.  He wailed like a girl and raised his ass off the park bench, fucking toward the sky.  At the very last second I dropped my mouth onto his cock so as to not waste a drop of his come.  I felt his cock twitch violently as he came, squirting and squirting again, filling my mouth with his hot sticky precious juice.

It’s funny how no two people’s come tastes the same.  He was saltier than Ken had been that morning, stronger tasting, but by no means unpleasant.  I savored his flavor, the sensation of having a mouth full of semen before I finally came up for air.

“Wow.” he told me, “Just Wow.”

“I’m kind of embarrassed to say this,” I said, “But I don’t remember your name…”

“I’m Mike,” he said, grinning drunkenly.  “What’s yours?”

“I don’t know you??”

“No,” he said, still grinning, his soft cock lounging out on display for anyone who happened to be walking by, “But I’d love to.  Could I have your phone number?”

“I should really be going.” I said.

“Alright,” he said, “See you around then…”

The rain had started by the time I got home, a cold and soaking rain that glued my shirt to my skin and made my shoes squish on the sidewalk.  I wished I’d packed a rain jacket.  I wished I hadn’t forgotten my bike.

When I let myself into the apartment, there was a beautiful woman standing in the kitchen, trying more-or-less successfully to dig a broken-off cork out of a bottle of wine.  She was all curves and freckles and had red hair pulled back in a pony tail and a sexy butt and outrageously big boobs and an even bigger smile and I knew in a rush of emotion that it was Ana.

“Welcome home!” she said, “I was going to cook us dinner, but then I decided I’d rather order a pizza and fuck.  How was your day?”

I told her everything.  She alternately grinned and tut-tutted.

“Girl,” she said, “You need to be more careful with strange guys you don’t know.  We should get that tattooed on the back of your hand: Ask Him If He Knows Your Name FIRST.

“Was it too weird this morning?  Sorry I didn’t have time to leave a better note.”

“No, it was fine, it was fantastic,” I said, “How about last night?  Was it hot?”  I’d always wanted to have a threesome, but I’d never gotten the chance.

“Oh my god, it was so hot!  We both went down on him, then he fucked me while I ate you out, then he watched while we did a 69, then I got to watch him fuck you.  The guy could just keep going and going.  It was amazing!  I kept licking your clit and making you come on his cock.  I had my finger up your ass while he was fucking your pussy… I could totally feel his cock moving inside you.”

“I’d like to have more than just your finger up my ass… this has been the most sexually frustrating day ever!”

Ana grinned wickedly.  “I think that could be arranged.”  Just then the doorbell rang.  It was our pizza.

Over greasy slice of pepperoni pie, I told Ana about the girl in my algebra class who had been giving me the eye.  “Ana, have I been boinking any fifteen-year old students?”

“Not that you’ve told me,” Ana said, “and you tell me everything.”

After pizza and several glasses of wine, Ana dragged me kicking and screaming into the bedroom.  “I hope they fix your memory soon,” she smirked, “but I hope they don’t fix your sex drive!”

She looked gorgeous naked and I told her so.  Her boobs stood proudly out, huge pink aureole with little dimpled nipples in the center.  Her pussy was shaved bare, which was a new development for me: last I remembered she had a neat little red bush.  I liked the new look.

My panties were an absolute disgrace.  Ana sniffed the soaking wet-come-stained crotch and grinned wickedly as she fumbled with the straps of her harness.

Apparently we’d gotten a new dildo: this one was short and thick and looked more like a goose egg than a penis.  It was off-white and silicone and projected lewdly from her crotch, bobbing slightly as she moved.  “Bend over” she said, and I did.

The sexual tension that had been building in me all day boiled over when I felt her tongue on my ass.  Abandoning any restraint, I came hard and loud and wetly as she tongued my anus.  Her fingers found my pussy, my clit, my asshole, and she played me like an instrument.

When she mounted me, I was more than ready for her.  We didn’t even use any lube, it was all me and her.  With a series of cute little grunts, she worked that fat dildo up my hungry asshole until her crotch was pressed against my butt cheeks, her big breasts squished up against my shoulder blades.  I felt delightfully stretched to the absolute limit, riding a knife-edge of almost unbearable pleasure.  My pussy twitched and gushed, and I squirmed back against the thick dildo in my asshole, savoring the sensations.

She whispered in my ear that she loved me, and proceeded to fuck my ass hard, pulling on my hair and fingering my cunt, making me come over and over again until I was limp as an unstrung marionette.

We carefully disengaged and then I licked her pussy.  Ana has the most beautiful pussy: fat puffy outer lips that press together in a neat and tidy little crease to reveal petite inner labia that are so small they barely exist at all, and a clit that stands out like a miniature cock.  Right now her clit was swollen and livid with excitement and her cunt was beyond wet, oozing come all over her inner thighs, dribbling out in long sticky strands.  I dove in, losing myself in her familiar spice-tinged taste.

I licked all around her clit, the way she likes it, teasing her pussy and her asshole with my fingertips, tormenting her as long as we could stand it before giving over to lust and slurping and finger-fucking her to one violent orgasm after another.

It was great to be back home.

“I love you” I said later on as we snuggled together like a pair of nested spoons.

“I love you too” Ana told me sleepily.

“I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Mmm-hmm.” She was already asleep.

END

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Flirting With Catastrophe

September 21, 2010 at 6:18 am · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , , , , ,

I’d chosen that blouse on purpose because it let my boobs hang out.  Now, as I leaned over the work bench, I felt deliciously self conscious as the front of my shirt gaped open.  I knew he could see my boobies hanging down, and that knowledge made me bold, horny and wet.

“Did you really rape a girl once?”

Uncle Tim sighed and put down the small engine he had been tinkering with.  “No,” he said with a sadness and certainty that made me hate myself for asking, “I have never raped anyone.  Who gave you that idea?”

“Mom.”  Uncle Tim was short, barely half an inch taller than me, but with his shaved head and muscles and all his tattoos he looked powerful and frightening, and I could easily imagine him raping someone.  “She didn’t exactly say so, but she, um, strongly implied it.”

“Ah,” he sighed again, and went back to removing the motor housing.  “I see.  Hand me that screwdriver, wouldja?”

Uncle Tim had huge hands like the paws of a grizzly bear that could be surprisingly delicate.  I could also imagine those hands punching through my bedroom door, shattering the wood, tearing the door off its hinges.  The thought made me shiver.  The words “LETS FUCK” were tattooed across his knuckles in faded blue ink, crisscrossed with a web of thin white scars.  I could easily imagine Uncle Tim raping me, a thought that made my clit twitch and my cunt drool.

“What was it like in prison?” I asked, bending suggestively over the workbench again, just in case he had missed the view the first time.  Under my skirt, the crotch of my panties was wet.  I’d chosen the panties carefully, a skimpy red lacey pair that I thought made my ass look pretty hot when I checked myself out in the mirror.  I’d considered going commando, but chickened out at the last minute.  I wasn’t wearing a bra though.  Even Mom said I didn’t need one.

“It sucked,” he said, not looking at me but fiddling around with the guts of the motor, “It was dehumanizing.  I guess that’s how it’s supposed to be.  Mostly it was incredibly boring.  People would get in fights just to relieve the tedium.  Sometimes it was scary.  Long periods of crushing boredom, punctuated with bouts of ass-clenching terror.  That about sums it up.”

“My mom doesn’t like me hanging out here.”

“No kidding?”

He’d make me suck his dick first.  He’d take me by the hair and force me down on his cock, cramming it into my mouth and down my throat until I choked and then brutally face-fucking me.

I wondered what his penis looked like.  I bet it was like his body: short, but thick and solid.  Uncircumcised, with a bulbous head like a ripe plum, and a compact set of balls.  I wondered if he’d come in my mouth.  I imagined what it would be like to have him flood my mouth with hot sticky semen.  I bet there’d be a ton of it.  I wondered what he sounded like when he came.  Would he call me a bitch, a slut, a fucking whore?  Would he growl like a wild animal?  Or would he come silently, mashing my face into his pubes as he wordlessly pumped hot come down my throat, holding my head in those giant hands until I had swallowed it all?

Uncle Tim seemed to have found the part that was giving him trouble.  He removed it, a tiny little copper fitting, and held it up, squinting at it intensely.  It was amazing how those huge hands with those thick sausage-like fingers could be so careful, so delicate.  I climbed up on the workbench and sat down on the plywood tabletop, casually letting my knees spread apart.  I felt cool air waft up my skirt, caressing my sweaty inner thighs and I knew that if he looked he could see my panties.

“Did you really kill a guy?”

“Is that coming from your mom again?”

“Yeah.”

“No, that’s not true.”  He set down the little bushing or whatever it was, carefully in a little plastic tray.  “I did hurt a man really bad once, and I’m not proud of that.”

He was standing so close to me I could almost feel his body heat.  I could see his package, an enticing lump in the front of his dirty faded blue jeans.  I was helpless down here in the basement with him.  If he wanted to take me, there was nothing I could do about it.

“Is it true that you were a drug addict?”

“Yeah, your mom got that much right.  For a long time I was on dope.  It was easier than coping with reality.   I don’t advise it, but you gotta choose your own path.”

He selected a new part and carefully inserted it into the guts of the torn-open motor.  I spread my legs a little further apart.  My naked calf ‘accidentally’ brushed against his denim-clad leg.  Concentrating on his work, Uncle Tim didn’t even seem to notice.

“So when was the last time you did it with a girl?”

Uncle Tim set down his socket driver and looked at me seriously, like a butcher appraising a slab of meat.

“Are you sure you’re old enough to be asking me that kind of question?”

“How old do you have to be to start knocking over gas stations?”

“Touché.  Ok, fair enough.  But it was liquor stores, not gas stations.  They keep more cash in the till.  And to answer your question, it’s been a very long time since I was with a girl.”

I felt a thrill of terror run up and down my spine, making me shiver deliciously.  My clit felt fat and hot inside my damp panties.  He might take me right there on the work bench, sweeping the tools and parts aside with one brush of his ropey, apelike arm.  He could undress me as I sat on the table, unbuttoning my blouse with his huge clever fingers while I sat mesmerized by his steel grey eyes, unable to protest.  He would take my skirt off, pull my panties down, sniff the wet crotch and smirk crudely at me, knowing me for the horny little slut that I am.  He’d paw at my breasts, fondling me roughly, twisting and pulling on the nipples for the sheer pleasure of making me squirm and cry.

Then he’d get undressed.  He pull of his t-shirt, black with the white logo of some 1980s hardcore band on the front, exposing his pale flesh, his jailhouse tattoos, a wicked-looking half-moon scar across his chest, his flat pink nipples, his beer belly.  He’d pull off his jeans and his underwear, and there would be his cock, jutting out at me like a spear, hard as diamonds, swollen red and eager.

He’d push me down on my back on the tabletop, covering my face with his huge hand, and he’d climb up on top of me.  I’d feel his bulk above me, the heat radiating off his body, his cock brushing against my sopping-wet pussy.  He’d nudge my thighs apart, and I’d be powerless to resist.

His hard steel eyes staring pitilessly into mine, he’d pierce my virgin cunt with one cruel thrust.  It would hurt, but not too much, and even as I screamed into the slab of his hand, the pain would be washed away by waves of pleasure.  He’d fill me up entirely, skewering me with his cock.  He’d take his hand from my face and replace it with his mouth, kissing me forcefully, brutally as he fucked me.  Almost against my will, I’d feel my body responding, fucking back against him.  He’d sense my orgasm coming, and hold back his own climax, torturing me with his cock, fucking me slow, slow, slower, pulling it almost all the way out and waiting for me to beg for it before shoving it back deep inside.  At last when I could bear no more, when the whimpers and cries of fear and distress had been replaced with gasps and screams of pure pleasure, he’d surrender control, fucking my cunt hard and deep and we’d come together, my pussy milking his cock as he pumped gobs and gobs of semen deep deep inside me.

Or maybe he’d want my ass.  After clearing the work bench with one sweep of his giant arm, he’d lift me bodily up and place me on all fours on the table top.  He’d tear the front of my blouse open, scattering buttons all over the cement basement floor so my tits hung down.  He’d pinch and pull the nipples, chuckling as I squealed and tried to pull away.  He’d lift up my skirt, tear my panties off, exposing my secret parts, my wet pussy and my tender little ass.

He’d spread my ass cheeks with those inexorably strong vice-like hands, exposing my most private places, and I’d bury my face in my arms, powerless to resist.  He’d draw his finger all the way down from the base of my spine, along my ass, over my asshole and into my pussy, and he’d chortle out loud as I whimpered and wiggled at his touch.

I’d feel the red-hot pressure of the head of his penis pressing up against my anus, and I’d swallow hard, panting like a steam train, trying to force my body to relax, dizzy with fear and lust.  And then, lubricated with nothing more than spit and my own pussy juice, he’d slide that big fat cock right up my asshole.

The sensation would be unlike anything I’d ever felt before: not painful, but a kind of intensity that I could only just barely stand.  I’d choke out a strangled little scream, and he’d only grunt and shove a little bit more up inside.  By the time I’d feel like I really couldn’t take any more, like I’d burst, like my poor ass would be split in half, he’d kind of sigh and I’d realize that he was all the way up inside me.

I’d reach back to pet my clit, hot and swollen and needy, coated in the slippery juices that were leaking so copiously from my cunt.  He’d be there already though, his huge finger gently caressing my exquisitely sensitive button, drawing tiny little circles on my clit, bringing me right to the edge.

Slowly, very slowly, he’d start fucking my ass as he fingered my clit.  At first he’d barely move.  The sensation would be amazing.  I’d be groaning now, begging for it, humping back against him.  He’d get more and more excited, forgetting to be gentle at all, fucking my ass harder and deeper.  He’d slide one of those huge fingers up my cunt, and then just when I thought I really couldn’t take any more, he’d slide a second one in alongside the first.

He’d whisper my name, over and over in a low throaty growl as he fucked my ass, and his thumb would keep bumping into my engorged clit, totally sending me over the edge.  I’d come on him, a long, drawn-out wailing orgasm, and my spasms would set him off.  He’d fuck my ass hard with abandon, taking his pleasure in my body, ignoring my screams and pulling hard on my hair until he came, shooting his come straight up my butt, his cock twitching as he came, gallons and gallons of semen, and that would make me come again, and then at last he’d collapse on top of me, panting and sweaty, his massive bulk almost crushing me, our bodies pressed together on top of the worktable, his lips in my tangled hair, his hot breath on my neck, his slippery cock between my ass cheeks, a big wet sticky mess.

My panties were really drenched.  “Uncle Tim?”  I desperately hoped I didn’t sound desperate.

He almost had the motor housing reassembled.  “Hmm?”

“Would you like to have sex with me?”

He set the motor down and fixed me with those steel grey eyes, and I experienced another jolt of raw fear.  “Sweety,” he said gently, “Didn’t your mother tell you I’m gay?”

God-dammit!

“Hand me that screwdriver again, wouldja?”  He tightened up the last couple of screws and wiped his greasy hands on his black punk-rock t-shirt.  “Whaddya say we go get lunch?”

Later on, after cheeseburgers down at the diner, as we sat across the table from each other and sipped our Cokes, I once again squirmed under his inscrutable steely gaze.  The tattooed words on his knuckles taunted me.

“I feel like a total asshole” I told him.

“Go easy on yourself Sugar,” he said, “You put it out there, and that counts for a lot in my book.  Hell, you had me halfway there, and I don’t even do girls.”

That made me feel a little better.  That was one of the things I liked best about Uncle Tim; he never talked down to me.  He always treated me like an adult.

“Hey Uncle Tim, if I bought something on the internet, could I have it shipped to your address?”

He raised an eyebrow.  “What, something you wouldn’t want your mother to see?  Sure, no problem.”

We finished our Cokes in silence.

“Uncle Tim,” I asked after the waitress had taken away the bill, “If you could change one thing in your life, what would it be?”

“I wouldn’t have got caught.”

END

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Good Times

September 9, 2010 at 5:21 am · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , , ,

Jim was a beautiful drunk.  I first laid eyes on him over at the Good Times Saloon.  The Good Times was a very blue-collar bar around the corner from my apartment building.  Some afternoons when the writing wouldn’t come, I’d take the elevator down to the street and roll on into the Good Times and park my wheelchair at a table in the back and drink gin-and-tonics and watch the local action until I was seeing double.

He was tall and rangy and ropily muscular in a way that suggested hard, low-paying manual labor rather than the gym.  He had flames tattooed up and down his sunburned arms, and he had big beautiful hands, and tragic grey eyes.

He didn’t notice me.  Why should he notice a plain-looking middle-aged woman in an electric wheelchair drinking alone?  But I noticed him.  I all kinds of noticed him.

When I asked him what he was drinking, he said ‘Tequila’, so I bought him a shot of Cuervo.

He had drifted up here from Texas with his pickup truck and his dog, following a girl.  The girlfriend had of course broken his heart shortly after they’d moved in together and he was struggling to make ends meet.  He was the kind of guy who had the worst kind of luck, and it was never precisely his fault.

He was part cowboy, part musician, part carpenter, part welder, part sculptor, and all trouble.  Exactly my cup of tea.  Carlos, the bartender du jour, winked knowingly from behind the bar.  Inside my panties, my clit perked right up and my pussy salivated.

I was nervous about propositioning him.  All the usual reasons.  What if he said No?  What if he thought I was a freak?  What if he laughed at me?  But I knew he wouldn’t say no.  It was only two in the afternoon, and he was already on his third or fourth shot of tequila.  He was telling me about how he was having trouble making rent, how he couldn’t find any work.  The unions kept all the decent paying work locked up; illegal Chinese and Mexicans flooded the labor market.  He’d sold a sculpture last month, but had to spend the proceeds to fix his truck.

“How would you like to make some cash?” I asked him.

“Hell yeah,” he replied, “I’m a good carpenter.  I’ve been doing light construction since I was fifteen.  I could remodel your apartment, renovate your bathroom…”

“I just want to watch you fuck.”

That stopped him dead, right in the middle of reaching for a shot glass.  He blinked two or three times.  “Fuck?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck who?”

“Different people.  While I watch.  I’ll give you forty bucks a pop.  Cash.”

“When do I start?”

“Tomorrow night.  Come by my apartment building around eight.”

*

I decided to try him out on Ashley, an escort whose services I employed from time to time.  She claimed to be putting herself through nursing school.  It might even have been true.

Ashley showed up right at eight.  We sat down and had a drink and caught up on gossip together.  I kept checking the clock on the kitchen wall as we chatted.  Me and Ashley get along really well.   I’d almost call us friends.  She’s a smart girl and good company, but she does charge by the hour, and she ain’t cheap.

The doorman buzzed Jim up around eight thirty, quarter to nine.  When he walked in the door I could smell the liquor on him, ten feet away.  Ashley and I took one look at each other and nodded: “Off to the shower with you, Mister.”

When Jim came out of the shower, he was naked and clean and looking delicious.  Ashley was all ready to go, lounging on the bed, naked except for her black thong panties.  I positioned my wheelchair for optimal viewing, with my vibrator close at hand.

Our boy looked pretty damn hot: kind of a yellow complexion and a bitch of a farmer’s tan, but a nice body, tall and lean with lots of muscles and scars and interesting tattoos (in addition to the flaming sleeves, there was a little monkey on one shoulder, a she-devil with bat wings and huge tits on the other shoulder, and a square-rigged sailing ship on his thigh), and those big sexy hands of his.

Ashley went right to work, applying that talented and well-paid tongue of hers.  Whether it was because of stage fright or booze, or a combination of both, it took Jim a while to get it up.  The wait was worth it though: watching his cock get hard was a joy to behold.  It was like watching a time-lapse film of a flower growing and spilling into bloom.  He wasn’t exceptionally long, but he was thick, and his cock had a pronounced upward curve.

Ashley certainly seemed to approve.  She wiggled right out of her skimpy black panties, and I could see that her neatly waxed pussy was wet and excited.  She rolled a condom down Jim’s proud shaft, pushed him down on his back on the bed, and climbed onboard for a ride.

She opened up her pussy with two fingers, and very deliberately dragged herself back and forth across the condom-sheathed head of his cock until he was moaning out loud, begging for it.  Then, with a very satisfied little smile, she slowly lowered herself onto him, impaling herself, filling her cunt with cock.

I pressed the vibrator hard against my clit as they fucked.  Ashley bounced up and down on his cock, which glistened sexily with her wetness.  She fucked him slowly at first, and then faster and faster, and louder and more and more out of control.  He was grunting and groaning and humping her back.  Ashley told me later on that her orgasm was real, and I believed it.  Her tits were bouncing furiously, her forehead wrinkled in concentration.  Every muscle in Jim’s body was clenched, every tendon tensed.  He looked like a wild animal.  His cock made sexy slurping noises as it slid in and out of Ashley’s wet wet pussy.  She was rubbing her own clit with one finger as they fucked furiously.  My panties were down around my ankles, the seat of my wheelchair was soaked.  I timed my own orgasm to coincide with theirs.  Ashley was a screamer, and the walls of my apartment reverberated with her cries as she came; Jim was a silent orgasmer and the look on his face as he shot off inside her totally set me off.  It was one of the best I’d ever had.

“That was the best scene I’ve ever done,” I told Ashley later on over gin-and-tonics.

She nodded her head enthusiastically.  “Can we keep him?”

Over the next several weeks, I made employed Ashley and Jim’s services a lot.  What the hell, I could afford it.  I gave Jim a hundred bucks and sent him to a doctor for a full check-up, blood tests, the works.  Surprisingly enough, he came back clean.

I got to watch Jim fuck Ashley in a whole variety of different positions.  My favorite (and Ashley’s) was having him do her from behind.  She’d get down on all fours, tits hanging down and hair fetchingly mussy, and I’d have a fine view of Jim’s taut buttocks humping away, slowly at first, then faster and more urgently.  I loved watching those big, powerful, dexterous hands of his: fondling her breasts, pulling her hair, playing with her clit, slapping her pretty white ass.  I loved it when he’d wet one of those thick fingers of his and slip it right up her asshole.  (So, apparently, did she.  Ashley claimed to come every time with Jim, and even if that wasn’t strictly true, then at least she did a damn fine job of faking it.)  I loved watching him come, either buried deep inside her pussy, or yanking the condom off at the last moment and jerking himself off onto her, squirting oodles of gooey white guy-juice all over her face, tits, ass, cunt, or wherever took his fancy.  Sometimes she’d suck him off just like a porn star, and that was pretty freaking hot too.

Often I’d treat them both to dinner, either taking them out to a restaurant beforehand, or ordering pizza or Thai food after the scene.  They could both use more solid food than they were getting.

“Our boy Jimmy should try laying off the booze a little bit.” Ashley told me one night while we were waiting for Jim to make his appearance.

‘And you my dear,’ I thought but didn’t say, ‘should try easing off on the cocaine just a touch.’

*

One afternoon, when I was on my way out to a meeting with my literary agent, Mrs. Krapowski, my downstairs neighbor, stopped me in the hall.

“Who is that delicious young buck who’s been coming by so often lately?  Don’t tell me he’s your new visiting nurse?”

In the past, I had explained Ashley away as a home healthcare provider.  Which, in a way, she was.

“Jim?” I said, “Oh, he’s just a friend.”

“Really… just a friend?”  Mrs. Krapowski gave me a look like a large bird sizing up a particularly juicy worm.  “You can tell me, he’s your boy-toy, isn’t he?”

I admitted it.

“My oh my!” Mrs. Krapowski exclaimed, looking at me with envy burning in her eyes.  I wasn’t used to getting envious looks from other women.  I kind of liked it. “What I wouldn’t give for a slice of that pie!”

Mrs. Krapowski was about ten years older than me and married to a plumber.  She was a big woman, in every sense of the word, but she had a good honest laugh and a warm smile, and that goes a long way in my book.  I felt like I’d be a lousy friend, a bad neighbor, if I didn’t offer.  Besides, I had a suspicion that it might be really hot to watch.

*

If Jim was surprised by my choice of partners for him for the evening, he hid it pretty well.  He was very polite, and introduced himself to Mrs. Krapowski, and shook her hand, and I could tell that she was quite charmed.  We promptly dismissed Jim to the shower – he’d come straight from work and was covered in sweat and construction grime.  If he’d been drinking, it was only a beer or two.

“I suddenly feel a little bit shy,” Mrs. Krapowski told me as she started to disrobe.  She wasn’t really a fat lady.  She was just big: tall and curvy with a hefty bust, a big round belly and butt, thick thighs, and wide hips.

“Don’t worry about Jim.  He’s totally non-judgmental.”

“Oh, it’s not him.  I’m feeling shy about being naked in front of you.”

I didn’t know quite what to say to that.  She grinned a big, wolfish ear-to-ear grin, and unsnapped her bra, setting her enormous breasts free.  She wiggled out of her big white panties, revealing a lush patch of dark, curly hair, and then she was standing a little too close to my chair.  I felt something electrical pass between us, and my clit twitched nervously.  Then Jim emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, and the moment passed.

Mrs. Krapowski may have felt shy about undressing in front of me, but she seemed to have no qualms at all as far as Jim was concerned.  She whipped the towel right off him with one swift yank, revealing him in all his tattooed, farmer-tanned glory.  She pounced on his penis like an overgrown kitten onto a ball of yarn, and proceeded to bring him from flaccid to rock-hard in record time, licking, sucking, slurping, stroking, and squeezing him between her huge breasts until his dick was at its beautiful, up-curving maximum.

She practically manhandled him between her meaty thighs, grabbing his head and steering him like a horse, and he immediately dove in, pleasuring her enthusiastically with his tongue.

Jim went down on her for well over an hour.  In porn videos, that’s the part I usually fast-forward through, but this kept my attention just fine.  Mrs. Krapowski was a very vocal and demonstrative recipient, and I lost track of how many times he made her come.  The woman seemed to be an orgasm machine!  I loved watching her shake and squirm with Jim’s face mashed into her crotch, and I loved watch Jim, and his cute little white butt, as he licked diligently away.

Finally Mrs. Krapowski pushed Jim away.  “I think I’m ready for my dessert now,” she smirked.  My skirt was piled up on my lap, and my own juicy pussy and aching clit were more than ready for the main event.

Mrs. Krapowski had a very pretty cunt.  In contrast with the rest of her, it was quite petite and ladylike, with neat inner labia and a shy little clitoris that she forced out from beneath its hood with two fingers.  She was sopping wet: her thighs and Jim’s face were slick with it.  She lay on her back on the bed while Jim rolled a condom down his painfully-hard looking erection.

He impaled her with a grunt, burying his cock all the way to the balls in her eager pussy.  She responded ecstatically, cooing like a bird, enveloping him deep in her juicy folds.  He started fucking her hard and fast, his brow furrowed in concentration.

“Oh Jimmy! Oh my- Oh my goodness!  You make me feel like a virgin all over again!  Oh my goodness, you’re going to make me come!”

She wasn’t the only one.  I could see it in Jim’s face, the set in his jaw and the intensity of his stare as he urgently fucked her cunt, and I wasn’t far off myself either.  I had my vibrator pressed firmly against the swollen button of my clitoris.

Mrs. Krapowski came first, her coos escalating in volume until I was sure the neighbors would complain and I’d get an angry letter from the co-op board.  Her body thrashed and heaved as her orgasm peaked and peaked again.  Jim pulled out, hurriedly unfurled the condom, and squirted copious amounts of semen all over Mrs. Krapowski’s heaving belly and breasts.  That was enough for me.  He always looked so incredibly sexy when he came, always that expression of silent ecstasy.  I gave myself over to my own orgasm, letting waves of pleasure wash over my body like breaking surf as my vibrator hummed and my cunt quivered.

“Oh my goodness!” Mrs. Krapowski gasped out loud, “I don’t know when I’ve had so much fun!”

*

Jim picked up a full-time job as a non-union welder, and was doing a ton of overtime for a couple weeks, coming back to my place filthy and exhausted, sometimes too tired to fuck; but his boss turned out to be a crook and his paycheck bounced.  I loaned him a couple hundred bucks so that he could make rent, money that I expected never to see again.

*

My niece Jackie was over one afternoon for high tea.  Jackie wasn’t really my niece; she was my friend Janis’ daughter.  She was still in high school, and wanted to be a writer.  I thought she had a shot at it too.  She had the talent.

High tea, for us, meant smoking a bowl and then sitting around my apartment sipping a Coke (Jackie) or a gin-and-tonic (me) and talking about whatever we felt like, but mostly sex and writing.  We’d been doing high tea together, on an irregular basis, since Jackie was fifteen.  She’d hooked me up with some of my favorite internet porn, and I’d shown her what I’d never shown anyone else: my rough drafts.

“I really want to try anal sex!” Jackie said to me over her can of Coke, her eyes sparkling.

“So?” I sipped my gin-and-tonic, “Tell your boyfriend to go slow and use lots of lube.”

“Boyfriend?” Jackie made a face, “We broke up.  Besides, Rickie was straight as an arrow.  He wouldn’t even kiss me after I had his dick in my mouth.”

I’d never told Jackie about the little scenes I staged for myself.  That never seemed quite fair, as I got to hear every juicy detail of her sex life, from losing her virginity on forward.  Now seemed like as good a time as any to spill the beans.  Plus, dirty old biddy that I am, I had been itching to see Jackie naked for a long time.

She listened quietly as I told her, and explained my proposition.

“Are you serious?” Jackie said when I was done talking.  “That would be so awesome!  Is he pretty cute?”  I nodded.  “When could we do it?  Tonight?”

“I’ll make a phone call,” I said, rolling into the kitchen and making myself another drink.

By the time Jim came over, I was half-drunk, and Jackie was bouncing off the walls.  When he finally walked in the door (forty-five minutes late, as per normal), Jackie grinned broadly and gave me a secret thumbs-up.

Jim scooped her right up and carried her squealing over to the bed.  Jackie was a skinny, very petite girl, and she looked like a rag doll in Jim’s humongous hands.  She shrieked happily when he dumped her onto the sheets, her long hair spilled out in a beautiful golden-brown tangle.

“He’s like a slave?” Jackie asked me, her eyes aglow, “He’ll really do anything you want?”

“He’s not a slave, he’s a performer,” I said, “And yes, he’ll pretty much do anything you want.  Am I right Jim?”

He grinned broadly and nodded.

“Well then, I’d like for him to lick my pussy!” Jackie giggled, “If you don’t mind, that is…”

Jim didn’t mind one bit.  He undressed Jackie like a kid opening a present, carefully and meticulously so as not to spoil any of the wrapping.  He lifted her little black dress up over her head, revealing non-matching underwear.  I held my breath.  The bra came off, and the panties too.  She was absolutely gorgeous naked, all lithe and willowy with perky little breasts, a soft furry pussy, and an ass to die for.

Jackie lay down on her back on the bed, her dishwater blonde hair spilling off the side, framing her head.  She lifted her knees to her chest and grinned at me upside-down.  Jim peeled off his tight white t-shirt and dove in between her thighs into Jackie’s fluffy brown muff.  I have to say, at that moment, I felt distinctly jealous of him.  The expressions that passed across Jackie’s face, and the slurping and licking noises that Jim made had an immediate and moistening effect on me.  Feeling Jackie’s eyes on me, I scooted my pants down and started petting my clit, spreading the slickness of my cunt up and down my sex.

Then Jackie squirmed away, giggling.  She rolled over onto her tummy and wiggled her cute little tush invitingly at Jim.  He was no dumb bunny; he could take a hint when it was waved in his face.  He planted his face between her soft sweet cheeks and kept on licking.

“Oh my God!” Jackie announced to me, “He’s licking my butt!  He’s got his tongue like all the way up my ass!  It feels amazing!  He’s going to make me come!”

And then she did come, and it was the most beautiful thing in the world.  She thrashed and squirmed on the bed, her eyes clenched tight and her cheeks flushed, while all the time Jim’s face was buried between her ass cheeks, his hands under her hips.

When she was finally done coming, Jim stripped out of his blue jeans and boxers.  His cock curved upward, long, hard, and ripe to be plucked.  I grabbed my vibrator and started it buzzing.

Jackie got up on her knees.  Her cute little boobies hung down like a couple small ripe pears, her rump thrust obscenely up in Jim’s direction.  I could see her tiny little asshole, pink and winking, glistening with Jim’s saliva.

Jim looked questioningly over at me. “You know what she wants,” I told him, “fuck her in the ass!”

We had pre-positioned a bottle of lube next to the bed and Jim emptied about half of it onto his straining erection.

“Tell me him to stop if it hurts,” I told Jackie, who just grinned reached back and spread her cheeks wider for Jim.

It wasn’t like in the porno films where they just jam it straight in and start butt-fucking.  I have to hand it to him, Jim really took his time warming her up properly.

He started out with just one finger, teasing her asshole with it at first and then working just the fingertip gently inside until she was literally begging for more.  He slowly worked his finger in and out until he was finally knuckle-deep and she was moaning.  Then he carefully added a second finger, slowly penetrating Jackie’s upturned ass with his thick digits.  All the time she was moaning softly and rubbing her sopping wet pussy with both hands.  My own clit felt like it was about an inch long, and I was sitting in a puddle of my own juice.  My vibrator was humming happily away.

At last Jim had two finger buried all the way to the hilts inside Jackie’s little asshole.  “I can’t take it much longer,” Jackie said, her voice strained and raspy, “do it to me now!”

Jim’s beautiful cock was glistening with lube as he pressed it up against her anus.  He pressed forward and Jackie whimpered and the livid red head of his penis disappeared inside her anus.   She froze, and the two of them held stock still for a long moment, joined tenuously together.

“more…” she whispered.

Slowly, slowly, agonizingly slowly, Jim’s big cock slid up Jackie’s asshole until he was all the way up inside her.  Together, they started rocking back and forth.  Jackie’s eyes were half-shut, and her fingers had resumed their dance on her clit.

“Oh my God,” she moaned, “He’s fucking my asshole.  It feels so good!  I’m going to come all over again!”

Jim upped the tempo, actively fucking her butt now.  I could see his thick shaft sliding in and out of her butt hole.  There was an intense look of concentration on his face: I could tell he was holding back with everything he had.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Jackie sounded like a tropical bird when she came, her whole body flushed and trembling.  Jim let go at last, fucking her ass hard once, twice, three strokes and then exhaling with a rush and collapsing onto her sweaty back as he came.

The two of them lay naked on the bed together and watched as I brought myself off.  I was so turned on by that point that I didn’t even feel self-conscious about them watching me.

*

“Would you fuck a dude?  While I watched?”

“Honey,” Jim told me in his sweet Texas drawl, “For you I’d fuck a porcupine.”  He knocked back another shot of tequila.

Carlos was my favorite bartender.  He kept me in free gin and tonics.  He’d also been my very first in-home entertainer.  Carlos would fuck anything, and he had one of the biggest cocks I’d ever seen, in porn or otherwise.

Carlos lifted weights.  He had a shaved head, and there was no hair at all on his body except for his eyebrows and a little dark peach fuzz on his muscular forearms.  The head of his dick was pierced through with a thick steel ring.

Jim was late, as usual, and when he did show up, he was clearly sloshed.  He and Carlos shook hands glowering, and then slowly undressed, eyeing each other like a pair of prizefighters.  The tension in my apartment was thick as smoke.  I was excited and a little scared.

Jim struck first.  He pushed Carlos hard in the center of the chest, sending him sprawling on my hardwood floor.

Carlos was back on his feet in an eye-blink and, crouched down low in a compact mass of muscle, he charged Jim, bowling him over and knocking a lamp off one of my side tables, shattering it.

The guys were pretty evenly matched: Jim was bigger, but Carlos was stronger; Carlos had studied judo, but Jim was meaner.

They fought naked and silent on my living room floor.  The only sound was their heavy breathing, an occasional grunt, and the thwack of flesh-on-flesh.  It was really scary and highly erotic.  My pussy was totally drenched.

I couldn’t tell how much of it was play and how much was for real.  They were fighting hard, but they weren’t really beating the shit out of each other.  At least I didn’t think so.  Carlos had a bloody nose.  Both guys were sporting erections.

Then Carlos grabbed Jim’s arm just as he was swinging a punch.  Jim went flying and landed flat on his back -BOOM- in the middle of my living room floor.  Carlos was immediately on top of him, twisting his neck into a headlock.

“All right,” Jim’s face was purple and the veins in his temple were bulging out.  “I give.” One eye was already starting to swell shut and he’d split a lip.  Carlos released him and he crumpled into a heap on the floor.

“Oh Fuck Yeah!” Carlos crowed triumphantly, “Who’s the man?!”  Blood was streaming out of his nose, smeared all over his face and dribbling onto my floor in fat red drops like a summer thunderstorm.  He reached down and grabbed a fistful of Jim’s hair and jammed his ridiculously long cock down Jim’s throat.

Jim choked and gagged, but didn’t struggle as Carlos face-fucked him.  He managed to take most of Carlos’ length down his throat, which I thought was a pretty impressive feat.  I’m lousy at judging that sort of thing, but I’m pretty sure Carlos was packing at least ten inches, maybe more.

Carlos was humping Jim’s face really brutally, yanking his hair and using Jim’s mouth as a cunt.  Finally, he threw his head back, rammed his cock into Jim so deep his balls were pressed against Jim’s chin.  He held him like that for a long moment.  Every tendon in Jim’s throat strained and bulged out, and his face was bright red.  Then Carlos pushed him away, and Jim sprawled coughing on my bare wood floor.  Carlos towered above him, his hairless, pierced saliva-slick cock standing straight up like an obelisk.

“Next time I fuck you in the ass, pinche jue!” Carlos said.

“Fuck you!” Jim croaked back, “Next time I’m fucking you up the ass!”

And then they were all over each other, kissing and touching, and they landed in a heap right near my wheelchair.  They were a twisted knot, clasped close together like lovers, kissing deeply and rolling around on the floor.

I hadn’t realized just how excited I had become.  My panties were literally soaked through.  I yanked them down and started fingering myself just as they got hold of each other’s cocks.  They started pumping each other’s hard dick, each guy daring the other to come first.

It was absolutely the hottest scene I had ever been witness too, and when they came, (Carlos with a grunt and a curse, and Jim silent as always) they splashed oodles of hot come all over each other, I rubbed my clit fast and hard and my orgasm almost shook me out of my chair.

*

Me and Jim were hanging out at my table over at the Good Times one afternoon a week or so later.  It was still early, but we were both pretty shit faced already.

Jim had gotten kicked out of his apartment for non-payment of rent.  He and his dog were living in his pickup, parked in a vacant lot over by the East River.  He was still nursing a shiner from his encounter with Carlos.  I thought he looked pretty hot like that.

I killed the last of my gin-and-tonic.  Carlos wasn’t working that day, and the bartender du jour wasn’t even looking our way; he was busy flirting with a gaggle of hipster chicks over near the front.  I felt Jim’s hand on the useless stick that is my right leg.  I moved his hand away.  He put his hand back, higher up my thigh this time.  Dangerously high.  When I didn’t protest, he nudged my skirt out of the way and started caressing me through my panties.

We stumbled, or rather Jim stumbled and I rolled, into my apartment.  I hadn’t meant for this to happen, it went against my better judgment, but there you have it.

He lifted me bodily out of my chair and dumped me onto the bed, where he methodically started stripping my clothes off.  When I was naked, he undressed himself.  His cock was as hard as I had ever seen it.

He lay down on top of me and we kissed for a long time.  It felt good: his naked flesh pressed heavily against mine, his solid weight bearing down on me, his tequila-flavored mouth on my own, his tongue exploring my mouth.

He slid down my body and I froze, petrified.  I felt his hot breath on my cunt.  The room was spinning, wobbling like a dying top.

He started licking, and I gave in to the pleasure.  Holy Shit!  Was it always this good?  If so, then Ashley should have been paying me!  I couldn’t believe how wet I was!  It felt like I was gushing, like an out of control well.  I was sure that I was making a huge puddle on the bed and soaking through the mattress.

Jim had a finger in my asshole, I don’t even know how many fingers up my cunt but it felt like his whole damn hand, and his tongue was doing absolutely insane things to my clit.  I came and I came until I couldn’t take any more.  I pushed him away at long last, gasping for air, my whole body trembling.

He came up from between my thighs with a big wet grin on his face.  He slithered up my body, nudging my thighs even further apart, taking direct aim at my sopping-wet, wide-open cunt with his cock.

“DON’T. YOU. DARE.” I said it through clenched teeth, in a tone that meant business.

He stopped short, the swollen scarlet head of his penis poised just microns from the drooling entrance to my cunt.   “I’ll put a condom on…”

“NO.”

He raised his eyebrows and shrugged and then repositioned himself so that he was straddling my midsection.  He took my little hand in his enormous one, and wrapped it around his hard cock.  I marveled at how hot and silky-soft the skin of his penis was.  I let him move my hand up and down his cock, faster and faster until he came with an ecstatic grimace, shooting gobs and gobs of hot sticky juice all over my tits, neck, and face.

Breathing hard, he collapsed on top of me, squooshing our juices between us.  I savored that sensation.  We lay that way for a long while.  His bulk was heavy on top of me and made it hard to breathe, but I didn’t mind.

“Well,” I said at last, “I think the least you could do is help me take a shower.”

Jim lifted me up and deposited me in my seat in the shower.  He turned the water on and climbed into the tub with me.

I had a very nice time sucking his dick under the hot cascading water.  It was fun making his cock all hard again.  It felt nice in my mouth.  I enjoyed playing with his cock, running my tongue all over the head and the shaft and the balls, squeezing his ass, nibbling on his thighs, kissing his belly.  Unfortunately, Jim wasn’t able to come again, not even when he took matters into his own hands, pushing me gently away and jerking off into my open, waiting mouth.  But he did finger-fuck me to another very nice orgasm.

We toweled off and he helped me get dressed.  I thought it was really sexy watching him move around the apartment, naked, his hard-on waggling like a totem pole.  When his finally put his clothes back on, his erection was clearly visible through his pants.

I loaned him another two hundred dollars.  He didn’t want to take my money, but I insisted.

“You know this can never happen again,” I said.

“No?”

“No.”

After he left, I poured myself another gin and tonic.

*

I got sent out of town for a couple weeks on a book tour, which meant reading the same partial chapter over and over again at chain bookstores across the country and signing autographs until my hand cramped, eating crappy food at chain restaurants, and then jerking off to internet porn in my generic handicap-accessible hotel room.

When I got back to the city, I didn’t see Jim around the Good Times.  There was an envelope behind the bar with my name on in, written in thick pencil in Jim’s shaky block lettering.  Inside was four hundred dollars in greasy, crumpled twenty dollar bills.

I kept hoping that he’d show up, but he didn’t.  I called his cell phone, but it was disconnected.  He was gone.

END

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Dog Boy’s Got The Blues

September 2, 2010 at 6:43 am · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , ,

(prologue)

Tracy was a nice girl from a nice family who grew up in a nice Midwestern town, the kind of town that exists mostly in corny novels and TV miniseries.  She was a good student and showed a talent for drawing.   She wanted to go to university to be an illustrator or maybe a designer.

When she was a teenager Tracy, like most girls her age started feeling sexy.  Like many teenage girls Tracy wasn’t ready to start fooling around with boys.  Real boys introduced way too many complications.  That left just two options: fooling around with girls (Tracy was self-aware enough to know that she was at least potentially interested, but didn’t know how to go about getting started) and masturbation.  Fortunately she also discovered pornography at about the same time and she soon became a master and frequent practitioner of the art of self-pleasure.

It was early one lazy Saturday morning late in the summer.  The humidity lay over the corn fields like a thick wool blanket.  It was going to be a scorcher.  Tracy was lying naked atop her bed sheets, one hand flipping through the glossy pages of the dirty magazine she had nervously purchased from a Pakistani immigrant a couple of years older than herself at a downtown convenience store the previous night.  Her other hand was busy between her legs, where her pussy was already thick, swollen and extremely wet, and her clit was standing up, poking out in a deliciously obnoxious way.

She was deeply engrossed in a photo spread depicting two large-breasted, heavily made-up girls fooling around together in a hot tub.  The blonde girl’s tongue was outstretched and was almost but not quite touching her brunette friend’s asshole.  As Tracy perused the steamy photographs, Rex nosed her bedroom door open and came trotting happily into the room. Tracy was so absorbed in what she was doing that she didn’t even notice his presence until he jumped up on the bed.

Tracy stifled a scream and sent the magazine flying when the big friendly black lab joined her atop the sheets.  Rex knew he wasn’t allowed up on furniture and it was mortifying to be caught in this condition – shamelessly naked, legs spread wide open and two fingers busy on her wet cunt.  She’d never felt shy in front Rex before. And yet… Tracy couldn’t quite bring herself to shoo Rex down off the bed and she couldn’t quite bring herself to stop rubbing that swollen, slippery button between her legs.  Rex started licking her toes, which tickled and made her giggle.  He really was just a big oversized puppy.

She could have stopped him when he started licking her ankles and her calves, but she didn’t.  Her skin was all sweaty from the excitement and exertion and the humid morning heat and Rex’s tongue sent pleasurable shivers up and down her spine.  In the back of her head she knew where this was headed, but she didn’t stop it.  She rolled over onto her back and continued circling her clit with one slick finger as Rex licked his way up her legs and on to the soft pale skin of her inner thigh. When Rex’s long, slurping tongue found her pussy, it was almost too much.  She had to bury her face in the feather pillow to keep from screaming.  Elsewhere in the house, Tracy’s parents and her kid brother were presumably still asleep.

This was so wrong, so perverted, disgusting and sick.  And yet… The things that Rex’s eager, lapping tongue was doing to her cunt were amazing, better than anything Tracy had ever experienced. Better even than the buzzing handle of her electric toothbrush.  She put her hands behind her head and relaxed into it, letting go as Rex and his long slobbering tongue slurped away at her juicy, super-stimulated cunt.  Before she knew it, she was having an orgasm, a long, drawn-out orgasm, one of the strongest, best orgasms she had ever experienced.

“Good boy, good dog” she scratched Rex’s head between the ears when the tremors had finally ceased and the aftershocks had settled down.  Rex was panting happily and Tracy could see that his penis was erect, pink and unsheathed.

‘This is so wrong,’ Tracy thought, ‘I shouldn’t even be thinking about doing this…’  But Rex had just done such a nice job for her and it was really quite harmless if you thought about it. Certainly it wasn’t any worse than what they had already done and it seemed only fair to get him off too.  Besides, it’d be good practice…

Tracy and Rex’s relationship changed after that.  They’d always been best buddies, but now they were constant companions.  They went for long walks together and sometimes they’d play fetch and sometimes they’d find a secluded spot down by the river to lick, suck and fool around. Afterward, they’d lie together cuddled up in the tall green grass and watch the clouds float by high overhead.  Most nights, after the rest of the family had gone to sleep, Rex would climb into Tracy’s bed.  Some nights they’d just sleep, but more often they’d play a while first.

All this might have been fine, a summer love affair to be treasured and kept secret and not often thought of but never forgotten.  But Tracy was an adventurous girl, and once she got started she discovered that she wanted more, and one thing led to another.

When Tracy missed her period, she knew.  She bought a home-pregnancy test with shaking hands at the drugstore downtown, but she already knew.  She also knew how her pregnancy would be received in the small, conservative town.  Giving up the baby was not, as far as she was concerned, an option.  So the next day instead of going to school, she went down to the bank and withdrew the entire contents of her college fund.  She packed up her things, piled them into her car and then she and Rex headed out of town in her beat-up old white Maxima, bound for the Big City. Nine months later, while Rex waited nervously outside, a rather bemused resident at a crowded public hospital delivered me, a healthy (if somewhat unusual) baby boy.

Tracy waited tables for a while and eventually opened up a tiny shop in the West Village where she sold her pornographic pen and ink drawings.  Tracy’s erotic art became very popular among the city’s rich and kinky crowd, of which there were a surprising number, and she did quite well by it.

Rex got a job with the police department, and retired with full benefits after 9/11.

But enough with the family history.

***

I was a normal, happy, exuberant child.  When I was fully dressed, the only thing that distinguished me from the other kids was a long furry tail that stuck out the seat of my pants and wagged uncontrollably whenever I was happy or excited.

At school, I was a regular kid.  I was a bit of an outsider, as any kid who is smart and different will be.  I may have been overly fond of chasing balls and my tongue did have a tendency to loll out, but I also got good grades and liked books.  I got along ok, though I didn’t have any close friends until much later.

About the time we hit high school, boys started noticing girls and vice-versa.  I was no exception, but I was also painfully shy and very conscious of being different. So when the other kids were going to school dances or necking on the promenade, I was usually at home, jerking off.

Kat moved to our school from California and she looked every bit the part of a Cali girl.  She was tall, slender and athletic, with long shapely legs, big pert boobs and wavy blonde hair.  She fit right in with the popular girls.  If our school had had a cheerleading squad, she would have been captain.  She wasn’t a dumb blonde either, not one inch of it.  She was, in other words, so far out of my league that I almost didn’t bother masturbating to her.

And then the unthinkable happened:  Kat asked me out.  She came up to me right after pre-calc, didn’t hem or haw, she just asked me straight up.

“Do you want to go out on a date with me?  How about Friday night?  We could watch a movie and then hang out and do stuff…”

‘…and do stuff…’  I really did jerk off to her after that, and every night that week.  Part of me was terrified that it was just a cruel joke, that when I showed up for our date a bunch of sneering, laughing popular girls would jump out from behind a bush, snapping pictures with their cell phone cameras and posting shots of the freak online.

But it was just Kat and she didn’t seem nervous at all.  I couldn’t pay any attention to the movie; I was too distracted by her presence next to me.  I can’t remember what the movie was about.  It may have been a romantic comedy.  Heck, I can’t even remember what the title of the film was.  I was too distracted by Kat’s body next to me. Too conscious of my own erection in my pants, agonizing whether or not I was supposed to try and hold hands with her. Kat answered that question for me after the movie let out.  She took my hand in hers and suggested that we go for a little walk in the park.

“I like your tail” she said to me as we walked hand-in-hand past Victorian-era statues and park benches on our way toward the northern, more deserted end of the park.

“I like yours too” I said, and then flushed red.  Was that too bold? Too crude? Too overtly sexual?

Kat didn’t seem to think so.  “Thank you” was all she said, and she squeezed my hand with hers.  I felt as though I were glowing.  My dick was so hard and swollen it almost hurt.

We left the path and picked our way through the darkening woods until we came to a grassy little clearing overlooking the duck pond.  Kat clearly knew her way around this place at night; I was all turned around. We settled down in the crook of a big old oak tree and started kissing.  Her lips felt incredible against mine.  It was all I could do to not shove my tongue all the way down her throat.  My dick felt like it was about to blow out my zipper.  My tail was curled up in a tight, excited spiral.

“Don’t be shy,” Kat told me, placing my hand on her breast.  I could feel her nipple all the way through the layers of fabric.  “Here, I’ll make it easy for you.”  She pulled her shirt off over her head and wriggled free of her black sports bra, setting her breasts free under the soft moonlight.

She was beautiful, she was topless and she wanted me.  I fondled her breasts as we kissed.  They were soft, heavy, smooth, and firm.  She liked having her nipples pinched and played with.  The harder I pinched, the more she seemed to like it. While I played with Kat’s breasts, she was busy playing with my dick through the frustratingly thick denim of my jeans.

Finally she broke off our kiss.  “What do you have going on down there?” she asked, and then she was expertly unbuttoning my pants and tugging down my zipper.

“Good God,” Kat said in a completely different tone of voice, “What is that thing?  What are you?”

She got dressed without another word and stalked off into the darkness, leaving me to find my own way home through the park at night.  By the time I got home, I was too tired and disgusted to even masturbate.

*

It may have been my imagination, but I don’t think it was.  After my disastrous date with Kat, the girls at school started looking at me differently.  Some of them stared openly; others whispered to each other and giggled.  I even got strange looks from some of the guys.  I didn’t like it.  It made me squirm with self-consciousness.  I started to become depressed and my tail sagged like a day-old french-fry.

Lynda and I had been in the same class since early elementary school.  We were always the two smartest kids in our class, but we’d never seen eye-to-eye.  Lynda was a prissy-missy, an over-achieving good girl with a wickedly sharp tongue.  I on the other hand, had always been a slacker, a weirdo and a bit of a slob.  Lynda would go to a better college than me. One day a week or so after the Kat incident Lynda cornered me up against my open locker.  She may have stood at least two heads shorter than me, her fierce brown eyes level with my solar plexus; but the girl had presence.

“What are you doing on Saturday?” she asked me bluntly. “My parents are going out of town.  You should come over and hang out.”

“Are you joking?” Just two minutes before, a gaggle of popular girls had swooped down on me, pointing and giggling and snapping pictures of my crotch with their cell phones.  I was in no mood to be trifled with.

“Look,” she said tapping one foot impatiently, “Do you want to come over or not?”  Her brown eyes flashed dangerously behind her glasses.

“I’ll be there.” I said as the warning bell rang for class.

*

I rang Lynda’s doorbell at ten o’clock sharp, just as instructed.  She answered the door, wearing pink teddy-bear print pajamas.

“Oh hi,” she said, “Why don’t you come on in?”

We sat down together on the big white leather couch in her living room.  There was an awkward silence.  I was glad to see that I wasn’t the only one who felt uncomfortable and ill at ease.

“My parents went up to Boston for the day, some church thing.” Lynda made a face.  “They don’t mind leaving me alone here because I’m a Good Girl.

“Do you want something to drink?” she stood abruptly up.  “Ice tea? Juice?  I could get you some vodka…”

“I’d like a glass of water.” I said.

She ducked out of the room into the kitchen.  As she left, I noticed that Lynda had a really cute little butt.  I’d noticed her ass before, but I’d never really appreciated just how nice it was. Lynda came back with two tall glasses of ice water.  She sat back down next to me on the couch and took a long drink of water.  She adjusted the way her glasses were sitting on her nose.

“Are you nervous?” she asked.

“No.” I lied.

“I am.” She drained her water glass.

“Me too.” I admitted.

“I’ve never really done this before.” Lynda told me.

“Me either,” I replied possibly a little too hastily.

She turned on me.  “What?  Hooked up with a girl just for sex?  Or are you saying you’re a virgin?”

My tail thumped sheepishly on the white leather couch.

“Oh My God, you are a virgin, aren’t you?!  This is going to be fun!!”

My tail thumped a little harder.

“That is too funny!”  I didn’t think it was funny at all.  “And I always thought you were a total dog boy… no offense.”

“None taken,” I said, trying to preserve a shred of my dignity.

“Listen,” Lynda said, setting down her empty glass and looking seriously over at me, “I don’t know how you’re going to feel about this but I need to warn you, I’m on the rag.”

“That doesn’t bother me.” I said.

“Cool.” Lynda relaxed visibly.  “Awesome.  Do you wanna go upstairs?”

We went up the stairs and into Lynda’s bedroom, where we sat together on the edge of her bed.  I took her small hand in mine and squeezed.  She squeezed back.  Electricity seemed to crackle between us. The bed sheets were purple and the walls were lavender and the whole room was done up in a unicorn/rainbow motif.

“My mother decorated it,” Lynda said and frowned.  “I’d like to kiss for a while first, if you don’t mind.”

I didn’t mind.  I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips.  She responded eagerly, kissing me back voraciously and pressing her small body against mine. Our lips locked together and our fingers intertwined.  Lynda shifted her position so that she was sitting on my lap, her sassy little ass rubbing up against the erection that was threatening to burst free of my pants.  Lynda was a biter and she seemed to be doing her very best to ram her tongue down my throat.  I didn’t mind one bit.  It struck me as kind of funny in a way; I’d only kissed a couple of girls before and I’d always very self-consciously restrained my own tongue.

My hand found her breast.  She wasn’t wearing a bra under her pajama top, and her nipple was hard and pointy.  Meeting zero resistance, I slipped my hand up inside and cupped her naked tit. Her breasts were tiny, not anywhere close to a handful, but they felt absolutely heavenly.  She pressed herself harder against me, and I played with her boobs as we kissed and made out on the side of her bed. We fell backward together onto the sheets.  I ended up flat on my back with Lynda sprawled across my chest.  She broke off our kiss and grinned.

“You’re an amazing kisser!  Who knew…”  She got up, straddling my lap, and peeled off her pajama top.  Her boobs may have been tiny, but they were perfect; absolutely gorgeous little half-globes with compact dark nipples.  She rubbed her bottom playfully across the throbbing log in my pants.  There was a big smile across her face.  “You like…?”

I did like.  I squirmed out of my t-shirt, baring my own chest.  All six of my nipples were pokey and erect.

“I like!” Lynda exclaimed, kissing her way down my chest.  She paused to suck each one, catching each sensitive nipple between her front teeth and pulling gently, making me squirm.

“Now this,” she purred, “I have got to see!”  Her face was right at the level of my crotch, and she was fumbling with the buttons of my fly.

It took a little fumbling, but she finally got all the buttons undone and my dick came bouncing out like an excited puppy released from its pen for playtime.

“Oh my goodness!” she licked her lips, “Wow!  That’s… Very interesting!  Very nice!  Mmm…” She flicked the tip of my swollen dick with her tongue.  I had thought I couldn’t possibly get any harder, but at her touch; my cock trembled and seemed to grow another half inch.  “I am going to make you feel really good. First though,” Lynda’s expression changed, and she suddenly looked small and vulnerable.  She asked me in a small voice, “Would you mind making me feel really good?”

I didn’t mind at all.

I watched ravenously as Lynda stripped off her pajama bottoms.  She was wearing blue cotton panties, which she scooted off and kicked in the general direction of her laundry basket. Hers was the first pussy I had ever seen live and in person.  It was beautiful.  She had a sweet little triangle of very neatly trimmed curly black pubic hair.  Below that, soft lips pouted open invitingly.  A white cotton string dangled out of her pussy like a pull-toy.

She plucked the tampon out and discretely tossed it in the trash. She then shifted position so she was sitting on the bed with her back to the wall and spread her legs.  Her pussy was wide open and I relished the view.  She was really wet and I caught a glimpse of her clit, all pink and shiny.  There was a little trail of blood leaking out and a whole lot of girl come.  Her pussy was at least as excited as my cock was.

She looked incredibly sexy like that.  I told her so and she blushed.  Then I slid my big hands underneath her sassy little butt and lifted her up so that her shoulders lay on the bed and her feet were kicking high in the air and her pussy was right in front of my mouth.  I pulled her to me and started licking, eating her out like I was trying to clean out a pint container of ice cream with my tongue. All my life I’ve been self-conscious about my tongue, even more so than my tail.  My tongue is just too long for my mouth and tends to flop out to one side or the other when I’m not paying attention.  At last I had found a really good use for that oversized tongue of mine.

I thought Lynda tasted delicious.  There wasn’t a ton of blood, but what there was mixed in with her sex juices and tasted amazing.  I delighted in her wiggles and gasps as I tongued her and I loved the feeling of her little ass cupped in my hands.  I explored every single inch of her pussy, inside and out, probing every fold and crevice with my tongue as I pressed inside her hot tangy cunt as far as my tongue would extend.  Every time I licked her clitoris, her whole body shook uncontrollably and she cried aloud. I’m not sure how many times she came.  It seemed to be a more or less constant thing, once I had gotten her going, like a huge summer thunderstorm rolling up a mountain valley.

“Ok!!” she finally pulled away from me, “Ok!  I can’t take any more!  Dear God…” My face was slick with her juices.  “That was amazing!  I am so going to fuck you cross-eyed!!”

She fetched a condom out from the drawer in her bedside table.  I saw a big pink dildo in there as well as a couple other items I couldn’t immediately identify.

She tore the wrapper open and tried to roll the condom down my cock.  It didn’t really work right.  My penis was the wrong size and shape.  We went through three different condoms; we managed to get the last one on, but then it tore.  We were both starting to get really frustrated.

“Listen,” Lynda said, “I hope you don’t think this is gross or anything, but you wouldn’t have to wear one if you put your dick in my ass.  Technically, I’m still a virgin at that, but I’ve wanted to try it for a long time now.”

She dug a bottle of lube out of that bedside table of hers and tossed it my way.  Then she lay down flat on her stomach with a couple pillows under her hips and her butt presented to me like a gorgeous soft ripe peach.

I poured nearly half the bottle of lube all over my cock and down Lynda’s butt crack.  She shivered and whispered encouragement, spreading her cheeks wide apart and revealing her tiny pink little crinkled butt hole.  I loved the shape of her ass; I loved the crease where her thighs met her butt cheeks, I loved the spiraling patterns of downy black hair on the small of her back, I loved the dimple just below the base of her spine.  I rubbed my cock between those delicious cheeks.  It was slippery and hot there.  Lynda grunted and raised her hips up to meet me.

“I don’t think it’s going to fit.” I said.  It just didn’t seem possible that I could cram myself into such a small opening and not injure her.

“Try me,” she said, wiggling her ass invitingly, “Go on!”

I positioned the tip of my dick at her tiny little anus and pressed gently forward.  Amazingly, she opened right up for me, swallowing my cock whole.

Lynda blew a long breath out through her teeth.  “Oh yeah… that feels amazing.”

It did feel amazing.  Her ass was so tight it was almost painful.  Her body was clinging to my dick, milking me and she was incredibly hot inside.

I began fucking her, slowly and very gently.  She humped right back against me and slowly, very slowly, the whole length of my cock disappeared up her ass.

“Oh shit yeah, that feels fucking amazing!  It’s so good!  You’re totally filling me up!  Oh shit this is wild!  Christ you feel huge…”

I could feel myself swelling inside her, and I knew I couldn’t last much longer.

“Lynda,” I yelped, “I’m going to come!  I’m going to come inside you!”

“Oh shit yeah…” Lynda was playing her clit like a banjo and grinding her rump against me.  Her glasses had fallen off and were lying on the bed sheets.  “Oh shit yeah, do it, come in my ass!”

I howled and let go, humping her so hard I nearly shoved her off the side of the bed.  My balls contracted and I pumped what felt like gallons and gallons of semen into Lynda’s butt.

With a satisfied sigh, I collapsed on top of her sweaty, gasping, petite body.

“Wow,” she said, “That was amazing.  I think that was the most intense orgasm I ever had… you can pull out now, but just be gentle, ok?”

“I can’t.” I said.  It was true.  Before I come, the end of my dick swells up like a body builder who starts taking steroids.  The more excited I am, the bigger it gets.  It takes forever for it to shrink down to normal size too.  At the moment, the head of my dick was the size of a small watermelon.

“Are you serious?  Ooh, freaky… In that case I’m going to go for an instant replay… roll over!”

I rolled over onto my back and Lynda sat astride me, my cock lodged firmly up her butt.  She leaned back and started circling her clit.

“Put a finger up inside me” she commanded, and I happily complied.  She was really hot inside and amazingly wet and slippery and I could feel my own swollen dick through her pussy walls.

I grabbed her breast with my free hand and started kissing her fiercely as I finger-fucked her cunt.  She was rubbing herself furiously, and it didn’t take long for her to bring herself to another beautiful, bone-rattling, full-body orgasm.

We lay there panting for a few minutes, joined tightly together.  Her thighs and my balls were coated in pinkish come and fresh red blood.  I thought it looked really sexy.

“We made a pretty big mess,” I told her.  It was true.  There were dark splotches on the sheets where we’d been frolicking, and we were both smeared all over with blood and come.

“Don’t worry,” she said lazily, “It’ll all wash out.”

We ended up waddling to the bathroom together and clambering into a freezing cold shower to detach me from her freshly fucked ass, an operation that Lynda found absolutely hilarious.

After we had finally extracted my reduced cock from her tender asshole, we toweled off and went naked downstairs to the kitchen. Lynda poured us each a tall cool orange juice and added a splash of vodka to each glass.  Neither one of us could help the big fat goofy grins splashed across our faces.

A little while later, I found myself sitting on one of the kitchen stools with Lynda between my legs, kneeling on the linoleum.  My erection was back with a vengeance and Lynda was very lightly stroking it with her thumb and forefinger. She stroked me so lightly that it was almost as if she wasn’t quite touching me at all.  Every now and then, she flicked out her tongue and playfully licked my balls or the engorged head of my penis.

“I love how your cock does that.” The head of my dick was once again swollen like an over-filled water balloon, trembling on the edge of bursting.  Lynda stroked my tail with her free hand.  Normally I don’t like people touching my tail, but this time I didn’t mind.  “I think it’s really sexy,” she went on, “I wonder how big you’d get if you had a butt plug in.  You’d like that, I bet.”

Her hand left my tail and found its way between my ass cheeks.  The tip of one finger grazed my anus and I jumped a little, my dick bobbing and waving.

“If I was on the pill, you could fuck me anytime and we wouldn’t have to use condoms, as long as we weren’t fooling around with other people.  How does that sound?”

It sounded pretty great to me.  Her fingers lightly traced their way up and down the length of my dick, tickling my asshole, driving me insane, tormenting me and keeping me balanced on the razor’s edge of a massive explosion.

“I’m not looking for a boyfriend,” she continued, looking up at me from between my hairy thighs, “It just wouldn’t work.  I’m too prickly and you’re kind of a dork.  But we could be just friends.  Friends who fool around…”

Up, down, up, down; she never stopped travelling the length of my quivering erection, her fingertips just barely grazing the soft skin of my penis.

“Gawd,” Lynda said, “Once a month I get absolutely insatiable!”

She suddenly plunged her finger into my ass and squeezed my cock tight in her fist and I came, squirting come all over myself. I had big white puddles of it all over my tummy and chest, some sticky droplets making it up to my neck and onto my chin.

Lynda proceeded to lick her way up my body, devouring my come like a kitting licking up spilt milk.  She lapped it all up.  Every single drop.

END

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I Like To Watch

August 12, 2010 at 5:51 am · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , , , , , ,

God I love dick!  I’m embarrassed to tell you how young I was when I started checking out boys’ packages and trying to peek up their shorts through the slats in the boardwalk.  For as long as I’ve been sexual, which is almost as long as I can remember, I’ve been fascinated with cock and with the male body in general.

Mom was pretty liberal; she always had some pornography lying around the house. It  was of course fun to look at, but also to show off to horrified girl friends.  Unfortunately it was all pretty soft-core; it was only about female bodies.  That was interesting as far as it went, but what I wanted to see was dicks and lots of ‘em! Big, hard ones being sucked or sliding in and out of wet pussies and tight assholes and shooting come all over the place.  Even back then I had a dirty mind and an active imagination.

My friend Shelly liked dick too.  She had inherited a stack of Playgirl magazines from an older cousin who was gay.  Shelly and I used to leaf through the glossy, stiff pages and whack off till our cunts were sore after school, before her mom came home.  Shelly always wanted for us to play ‘Brad and Angelina’ (I’d be Brad and she’d be Angelina), after looking at the naked guy models and I indulged her in that a few times, but to tell the truth I wasn’t that into it.

Our house was in a subdivision.  Behind the subdivision was a strip mall.  Between our house and the strip mall was a small patch of woods.  In the woods was a little creek that froze over in the winter, and almost dried up in the summer.  A few small fish and crawdads flourished in the creek.  There was also one muddy spot that could, at a stretch, be called a swimming hole.  One summer I made a fabulous discovery; this was where the local teenage boys came to go skinny-dipping.

I remember thinking I had hit the jackpot!  It was a hot August afternoon and there were naked male bodies galore, dick for days!  There were guys I knew from around the neighborhood and guys who were complete strangers to me.  A few wore swim trunks, but most of the boys were letting it all hang out.  There were fat guys, skinny guys, jocks, non-jocks and everything in between.  From my hiding spot behind a fallen log out in the underbrush, I could see them all.  The swimming hole quickly became my favorite place to go on a hot summer afternoon.  I’d lie on my stomach on a soft bed of fallen leaves and stick my hand between my legs where I was already sticky and gooey. I would then masturbate for hours on end to visions of naked teen boys and their dicks.

If summer afternoons were good, then the sultry summer evenings were –at least sometimes– absolutely freaking amazing.  Some nights after dinner, I’d slip away from the house, creep quietly out into the woods and hide behind my log and see what I could see. Sometimes no one was there and I’d go home frustrated.  Other times though…

One night I saw Tommy Flannigan, a kind of fat kid a few years older than me who lived in our cul-de-sac.  He emerged from the woods hand-in-hand with a gangly dark haired girl that I knew was in high school.  They sat by the water for a long time and talked, then they started kissing and making out.  Clothes went flying and pretty soon he was naked and she was topless. She had a pretty nice set of big bouncing boobies too.  Her head dropped into his lap and bounced up and down and I knew she was sucking him.  Knowing that she was sucking his dick made me extra wet.  I heard him come with a long, drawn-out cry like a wild animal and I brought myself off at almost the same moment, grinding against my clit and squirming in the rustling loam.  It was the most amazingly erotic thing I had ever witnessed.

Another night, two older boys snuck into the clearing.  I think they were both on the football team.  They didn’t waste a lot of time on conversation; they started kissing and pulling off each other’s clothes right away.  They both had fine, chiseled athletes bodies and my pussy was instantly drenched.  I could see their hard, erect cocks bobbing and waggling in the dusky light; this was the first time I had ever seen a real live erection on a real live boy and I was getting double action.  It was awesome!

The guys lay down on the ground together, and from the sound of things, they were having a really good time. Herein lay the problem: what they were doing was sexy as hell and I had a slippery pussy and a rock-hard clit to prove it, but I couldn’t see any of the details.  I couldn’t see any of the good stuff. I was pretty sure that one of my hot football jocks was getting butt-fucked, but my hiding place was too far away and close to the ground to give me a good shot of the action.  I had to content myself with a view of a pale, humping butt, occasional yummy glimpses of full-frontal male nudity, and their moans, groans and sighs of pleasure.  It’s not that it wasn’t sexy as all fuck, it was that I was greedy.  I wanted more.

It was a sticky, cloudy, humid Wednesday afternoon.  It had been raining on and off all morning but the rain did nothing to break the humidity.  A thunderstorm was brewing up, but wasn’t there yet. There would be no one down at the swimming hole today.  I was up in the old tree house, catching up on my reading (one-handed reading that is, I was perusing the dirtier parts of a smutty novel I had found buried in my mom’s bookshelf).  I happened to glance up from the novel just as my brother Troy walked into his bedroom.  The tree house was just outside Troy’s room and he had his windows thrown wide open in the hope of catching some breeze.  Normally I wouldn’t have looked twice, but I saw the book that Troy had in one hand.  I knew that book.  It was one of my mom’s books of erotic photography.  It was a big, hard bound volume with full-page black-and-white glossy photographs of beautiful naked women.  They were all nude, lounging around in erotic, suggestive poses, their big round breasts, shapely asses and hairy pussies all on display.  Some of them even had their legs spread wide open.

Troy was my older brother.  Aside from being a dork and kind of bossy and full of himself, he was pretty ok.  He was going into his senior year of high school that fall.  He wasn’t a bad looking guy at all; tall and slender, he ran cross country and track.  But, he was my brother.  Ewww.

Or maybe not so ewww?  He peeled off his shirt and kicked away his jeans and sat down on the bed.  He looked really cute in his tighty-whities.  Even if he was my own brother, it couldn’t hurt to just watch…

He lay down on his stomach and started leafing through the pages.  I had looked through that particular book before and it was pretty sexy stuff, if you were into looking at naked women. Troy’s little butt looked really sexy in those tight underpants of his.  I mean, he was my doofus older brother and all, but at that point I didn’t care.  I just wanted to see him get naked. I could feel myself getting all gooshy and wet inside my panties.  Troy stuck one hand underneath his body and I knew exactly what he was doing.  I already had a hand of my own down my shorts; my pussy was already primed from reading the smutty book; my clit was screaming “Oh please, please, please…”

Then he rolled over onto his side.  Thank God he rolled over so that he was facing the window.  I don’t know what I would have done if he’d kept his back to me; probably died of frustration, I think. Christ, now I could see everything!  It was almost like being in the room with him.  I could see his little brown boy nipples with a few strands of wispy dark hair curling around them.  I could see his flat tummy, his belly button and the exciting little treasure trail that lead invitingly down into his underpants.  Jesus!  I could clearly see his package bulging underneath the briefs!  His cock was clearly erect and straining to get out, making an impressive tent in the white cotton fabric.  I held my breath.

He turned a page in the book and hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear. The he pulled them down and all the goodies came flopping right out!  With a kick he sent his briefs flying across the room and there he was in all his naked glory.  Framed by an unruly black pubic triangle, his balls hung lazy and fat in the summer heat.  His hard cock jutted eagerly out from its base and the head was all swollen and purple a drop of moisture glistening at the tip.  It was glorious!  Did all boys have penises that big and delicious-looking?  I suspected not.  I suspected that my big brother was hung.

Off came my shorts and panties, and I let my fingers do the walking.  I was soaking down there, all slick and slippery.  I mean I was really drenched!  Joy juice was flowing out of my cunt and running down between my butt cheeks.  I parted my labia and spread my juices all around, teasing myself while enjoying the show.

Down in his bedroom, Troy had his cock in hand and was stroking himself.  God it looked so sexy!  I matched him move for move, as he masturbated.  Sometimes he pumped faster, sometimes painfully slowly. Sometimes he seemed to grasp his cock tight as if choking it and sometimes he barely petted it with his thumb and forefinger.  I followed along on my red-hot clit.  It was almost as if he knew I was watching and was tormenting me on purpose.  He kept me teetering on the edge of one massive orgasm.  The longer he held off, the bigger and redder his cock became until it looked like it must be ready to burst.

My tits demanded freedom.  I pulled off my tank top and now I was naked too. My eyes were glued to my brother’s bedroom window, not ten feet from my perch and my fingers were busy on my increasingly needy clit. He rolled over onto his back at this point and the rhythm changed, becoming stronger and more purposeful.  His cocked looked even bigger like that, pointing straight up in the air.  I tried to imaging what it would be like to have such a thing inside me. He lolled his head back and arched his back, lifting his butt up off the bed while his hand maintained that steady jackhammer pace and I knew it was time.  I fiddled my clit furiously as I watched and waited for him to come, determined not to miss any juicy details.

His tempo increased, faster and faster. Troy’s eyes were clenched tight as he bit down hard on his lower lip, I could see his balls were a tight knot and then it happened.  His body went rigid and I could see every muscle clench.  His hand was frozen for a second and I swear I saw his cock pulse as he then erupted, sending a perfect arc of pearly white boy come all the way up to his chest.  His hand resumed pumping again, less urgently now as more and more come oozed out. It formed a puddle on his tummy, leaking out of his shrinking penis in a long, sticky, sexy stream.

I finally let myself go and the climax was well worth all the build up.  I had to bite down hard not to scream out loud.  My entire body shook with the release, my pussy gasping and my clit distended.  I gasped for air and made animal growling noises as I clenched my hand in the hot, sticky place between my legs.  It felt like my clit would just about pop off if I let go.  It was the best orgasm I had ever had.

I never caught Troy masturbating again, though I certainly tried.  I did see him naked a few times, which was a thrill, but then fall came and the temperature cooled off. All the boys stopped skinny-dipping at the swimming hole and Troy’s bedroom window stayed closed with the curtains drawn.

I toyed with the idea of tapping on his door some evening, but I couldn’t really imagine the conversation we’d have…“Hey Troy, it’s me, you’re dorky kid sister.  I was wondering if you would, you know, whack off while I watch?  If you wanted to you could come on my face or on my tits or whatever.”  Nope, that was too weird.  Way too weird.

*

Two and a half years later.  I was alone in the house, fooling around on the computer when the phone rang.  It was Troy, calling home from college.

“Oh, hey Sis.  What are you up to?” he asked.

“Oh you know, just sitting in front of the computer, watching some internet porn.” I don’t know why I answered the way I did.  I told him the truth; it just sort of rolled off my tongue. There was a long, silent pause.

“Seriously?  That’s what you’re doing right now?”

“Yeah,” I replied, matter of factly.

“What are you looking at?” Troy asked.

I told him.  I was watching a video of a blonde chick with big tits getting double fucked by a couple of gross looking guys with big dicks and crew cuts.

“Wow–” Troy said, “Is it weird that I think it’s really hot you’re telling me this?”

“I don’t know,” I answered truthfully.

“Are you masturbating?”

“A little,” I admitted.  In fact my skirt was already hiked up around my waist, and my fingers had been kind of busy inside my panties for quite some time already.

“Wow–” Troy repeated, “this might sound really weird, but knowing that makes me really hard.”

“Really?” I asked him.

“Yeah.”

“I wish I could see just how hard,” I said.  My pussy was all of a sudden drenched and my panties were soaked right through.

There was another long pause.  I could hear Troy breathing on the other end of the line.  I had paused the video I was masturbating to when I answered the phone and I looked up at the screen. The blonde chick was frozen in time, her eyes half shut and her mouth stretched open, full of dick, while one of the redneck dudes fucked her pussy from behind.

“My laptop has a camera built into it,” Troy said at last, breaking the silence just as the tension had become unbearable and the pause unsustainable. “Did you really want to see?”

“Fuck Yeah!” I answered immediately.

“Ok, hold on.” Troy set down his phone and I could hear him moving around his dorm room.  “Ok, I’ve got the laptop on… here goes!”

He gave me his email address and I opened a window on my computer.  The image flickered for a second, then resolved.  There he was, in glorious living hi-res video; my older brother, sitting shirtless behind his desk in his messy dorm room with his beautiful big dick pointing straight up at the ceiling.

“Fuck yeah…” I whispered into the phone, “that is so hot.  Can I see it up close?”

Troy obliged, standing up and presenting his cock to the lens of his camera.  It was great!  I could see everything, every little detail; the bulging veins, the curvaceous head and the soft, curly hairs.  Troy really had the most aesthetically pleasing cock I had ever seen; shape, form, and size-wise it was absolutely perfect.

“It’s beautiful,” I said into the handset.

“Thank you,” he replied a little bashfully, “I wish I could see you right now.”

“We don’t have a webcam on the computer,” I said and Troy nodded, “but I could take a picture with my cell phone and send it to you.”

I grabbed my cell phone, which was sitting on the desk next to the keyboard. I spread my legs wide apart, pointed the phone at my crotch and snapped a picture.

You could totally see the outline of my pussy.  A few stray hairs peeked out.  I was wearing grey panties and there was a big dark splotch where my wetness had seeped through.  Even I thought it looked sexy.

I sent the photo to Troy’s email address.  The look on his face when he opened the file gave me a huge rush.

“Oh my god Sis, that is so fucking hot… do you mind if I masturbate?”

“Hold on one sec–”  I yanked down my panties and kicked them off my ankles.  Pointing the phone once more at my crotch, I snapped another picture.

This one was absolutely pornographic, hard-core.  You could totally see the girl-juice oozing out of my pussy. The hair was slick and wet, the lips puffy and pouting open.  You could even see my little pink clitoris peeking out.  It is always amazing to me that something so tiny can produce such intense sensations! I emailed Troy the photo of my naked cunt.

Troy took a sharp breath in when he opened the picture.  His hand started moving up and down on his cock.  I was practically drooling!  I loved watching him masturbate and I loved that he knew I was watching him do it.

“I want to see your tits,” Troy gasped over the receiver.

I didn’t think that my boobs were all that and then some, but I obliged him, pulling off my shirt and taking pictures with my cell phone. I sent him one first with my bra on and then with bra off.

I snapped more pictures and emailed them over to him as fast as I could take them.  Some of them were a little blurry and out of focus, but Troy didn’t seem to mind.  He was masturbating in earnest now and I was right there with him.

I shoved two fingers right up my cunt, all the way up to the knuckles.  I was so hot and turned-on they slid easily in.  When I pulled them out, my fingers were thoroughly coated in clearish goo.  I took a close-up of my slippery fingers and sent it to Troy.

“Oh my God,” he said. “Hold on one second!”  He got up from his desk, his erect cock waving around like an obscene flagpole.  He disappeared out of the camera’s field of vision.  A couple seconds later he came back into view holding something that looked a little like a small silver rocket ship.

Holy Shit.

He turned around, showing his backside to the camera and spread his cheeks apart.  I caught a fleeting glimpse of his cute little asshole and then he was working the vibrator up inside.  I masturbated furiously.

When it was all the way up his butt, he turned around so he was in profile to the camera.  I had a perfect view of his cock.  It looked delicious that way, long and proud, curving slightly upward and practically pulsating as his big balls gathered up tight underneath. One hand was pumping his cock, the other was hold the vibrator in place up his ass.  My pussy was making squooshy noises as I vigorously rubbed up and down the front of my sex, stimulating my clit.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna come!” Troy groaned.

I was right there with him.

With his ass clenched and his back arched, Troy’s dick seemed to swell like a balloon about to burst, and then he shot off with a loud, erotic groan, squirting out gobs and gobs of delicious-looking boy juice.  I gave myself over to pleasure, spreading my legs as wide as they would go and grinding on my clit, moaning into the phone as a massive orgasm wracked through my body.

After that, we just panted at each other over the phone line for a minute.  I lazily watched a big fat drop of come slowly ooze out of the end of Troy’s softening cock.

“Wow,” Troy said, “that was intense.”

“Yeah it was,” I said back.

“That was fun–”

“Yeah, really fun,” I agreed.

“But kind of weird, right?” he added.

“Yeah, a little.”

“We should do this again sometime,” Troy said.

We never did though.

*

After he graduated from college, Troy moved to New York City.  He got an apartment in Brooklyn and started dating this girl called Mel.  Mel was a cute black chick with milk-chocolate skin and spunky dreads.  She was short and very curvaceous, with big boobs and an even bigger gap-toothed smile.

If Mom was at all upset or concerned that her son was dating a black girl, she hid it pretty well.  Mel always seemed kind of shy when she came over for dinner, or when I saw her at family functions.  She was kind of quiet but always very polite and well spoken.  She seemed really nice.  She had a degree in biochemistry.

One Friday afternoon, Troy called my cell phone.

“Hey Sis,” he said, “I was thinking about asking you a favor.  You don’t have to if it’s too weird–”

Well that certainly got my attention.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Well, Mel and I just got a new digital video recorder and we were wondering if maybe you’d like to come down to the city this weekend and help us make a video.”

“What kind of video?” I asked.

“Um, we were hoping you’d shoot a video of the two of us in action.”

Say no more.  I was so there!  The next morning found me on a train bound for New York City. When I arrived at their apartment Mel answered the door wearing comfy-looking sweat pants and an oversized black t-shirt.  She gave me a big, warm hug, “I’m so glad you agreed to do this!” she beamed.

Troy was there too, looking delectable in jeans and a tight t-shirt.   “Are you thirsty?  Can I get you anything?” he asked.

“No,” I said, “Let’s just get started!”

Troy handed me the video camera.  It looked expensive and fit nicely into the palm of my hand.

“We’ll go into the bathroom and get undressed.” Troy said. “Wait like three minutes, and then come on in with the camera running.”

Giggling, they went into the bathroom together, and closed the door behind.  I heard the sound of water running.  I faithfully waited, watching the clock in my cell phone.  When exactly three minutes had passed by, I turned on the camera, pressed the record button, and went on in. I carefully stepped over a pile of clothes.  The shower curtain was drawn, and Troy and Mel were naked under the spray of water coming out of the shower head.

Troy’s dick wasn’t really hard yet, but it was already well on it’s way.  He looked great all naked and wet with water beading up on his skin.  I liked the way his body had matured since he was a teen.

Mel’s breasts were large, but perky, angling slightly up and out.  She had big, dark brown nipples that were very prominent.  She was voluptuous, with a gently rounded belly and muscular legs. Her pussy was bald, shaved or waxed completely bare.  This was the first time I’d seen such a thing in person; I’d seen plenty of shaved pussies in porn of course, but not in real life.  Her plump outer lips mashed together invitingly.

They were kissing and making out in the shower.  I loved the contrast of their skins; his white hands on her big brown breasts, her dark hands on his pale cock and balls.  I zoomed in with the camera on Troy’s crotch and recorded in close-up as Mel manipulated his dick into a full-blown erection. This was wild, sexy as hell and I was loving it.  I was inches away from the action and I could see everything.

Mel winked and flashed me a big gap-toothed grin.  I panned back as she slid her breasts down Troy’s body until she was on her knees in the bathtub.  She dove right in, kissing, licking, slurping, and enthusiastically swallowing my brother’s erection while I filmed.

Her head bobbed up and down on his dick as her big full lips wrapped around his hard cock. Her hands were squeezing his butt, playing with his balls and occasionally stroking his shaft as Troy leaned back against the tile wall, his head lolling back with pleasure.

Then Mel pulled slowly back, letting Troy’s cock slowly, slowly escape her clinging lips and her cheeks pinched as if she were trying to suck a very thick milkshake through a straw.  At last only the head was left in her mouth.  She finally released his swollen purple head with a loud *pop* that made his wet cock jiggle and dance.  With a gratuitous leer, she stuck out her tongue and slurped the underside of his dick all the way from the balls to the pee hole.

Next, she spun Troy around so that he was facing the shower wall and his cute little white butt was right up in her face.  Teasingly, she licking and fondled his ball sac from behind, making his testicles dance.  She spread his butt cheeks apart and I captured a nice shot of my big brother’s crinkled anus.  Then Mel dove right in and started loudly and joyously rimming him, reaching around his front and jerking him off while she licked his asshole.

Troy was moaning and groaning with pleasure.  It looked so fucking hot!  I was soaking wet inside my panties.

“Oh God Mel,” Troy croaked out, “you’re gonna make me fucking come!”

She immediately ceased what she was doing and stood up pressing her voluptuous chocolate body against Troy’s back. She rubbed her smooth juicy pussy against his thighs as she nibbled his ear and fondled his buns.

“Let’s move into the bedroom,” Mel suggested, her hand full of Troy’s balls and her thumb halfway up his butt.

I paused the camera as they did a very quick towel off and then all three of us piled out across the apartment and into their bedroom.  Troy’s dick was sticking straight out, wiggling back and forth as he ran.  It was even bigger and harder and more delicious-looking than I remembered.  I surreptitiously stuck my hand up my skirt and inside my panties.  My pussy was sopping wet.

I pressed the record button again.  Mel flopped down on the bed, scooted a pillow under her ass and spread her legs wide open.  I brought the camera in for a close-up shot of her pussy.  She had a very beautiful cunt; if you were into pussy it would have been absolutely mouth watering.  She was all soft brown skin and slick and swollen purple girl parts. Joy juice leaked copiously out of her.  Her big pink clit poked expectantly out, practically throbbing with anticipation.

Troy landed on the bed between Mel’s smooth thighs, and cupped his hands under her butt as he started licking her pussy.  Troy was an enthusiastic cunnilingist, and Mel was soon squirming and wiggling as he tongued her.  She was absolutely beaming, “Oh baby!  Oh yeah you lick me so good!  Oh yeah baby, that feels amazing!”

It did look pretty hot!  Troy was really into it too.  I liked the slurping and smacking noises they were making as he ate her out and I liked seeing his cute pale ass and muscular shoulders.  Mel’s tits were pan-caked and they jiggled in time with his slurping, which looked pretty nice too.

Mel dug her fingers into my brother’s hair, pulling him hard against her pussy and proceeded to have a very long and loud thrashing orgasm right on his face.  I was almost jealous. When she stopped shaking Troy climbed up from between her thighs.  His face was glowing, slick with her juices.  He got up on his knees and nosed his naked cock right up against her hungry opening.

“Are you ready for it baby?” Troy teased, as I zoomed in tight on his engorged cock nuzzling against her pussy lips.

“Oh yeah!” Mel replied, “fuck me now!  Fuck me good and hard!”

As I recorded the action in high-definition  electronically-stabilized video, Troy slowly sank the entire length and girth of his glorious cock into Mel’s juicy pussy.  As his cock slid in and out of her, Mel’s pussy seemed to bulge greedily around his thickness and to grasp hungrily at his dick as he fucked her. This was way better than any porno I had ever seen.  They were both losing themselves in the sex, clasping their hands and making sexy little noises as they fucked.  I pulled back to get a hotter angle.

“Oh yeah,” Mel gasped, “flip me over and fuck me from behind!”

Troy happily complied.  When he pulled out of her, his dick was totally coated in her come.  Mel got up on all fours with her rump thrust up and boobs hanging down as Troy fucked her doggy style.  I got some sweet shots of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy while his thumb was toying with her asshole.  The expression on their faces as they fucked like that was pretty priceless.  I wondered if I could make a career out of being a pornographer.

“Stick it up my asshole baby,” Mel whispered hoarsely, “Come on and fuck me in the butt!”

Mel fell forward so her breasts were resting on the bed and one side of her face was pressed against the sheets.  Her ass was high and on full display.  Troy spread her milk chocolate ass cheeks apart, exposing her winking little anus.  His cock was all slick with her juices and looked like it was red hot and ready to explode.  The purple veins stood out and I could actually see his pulse twitching and the proud helmet-shaped head was a lurid red.

He nosed the end of his dick up to her asshole, pressing up against her.  From this perspective his cock looked huge; there was no way, I thought, it would fit up inside that tiny little hole.

“Hurry up!” Mel rasped,.  Her fingers were already squishing  busily over her clit, “Fuck my ass now!”

Troy eased his dick into her as her ass seemed to eat him up.  At last, his balls were pressed up against Mel’s soft pillow-like ass cheeks.

“Oh fuck, I can’t hold on!” Troy wailed, “I’m going to come in your asshole!”

“Oh yeah Baby, come inside me!  I’m coming too!  Oh shit yeah, I’m commming!!”  Mel’s fingers were strumming her clit furiously.

Troy bucked, thrusting powerfully in and out before shouting out loud like a pouncing jaguar and burying himself deep inside her ass.  He collapsed with sweat on top of Mel as she shook and gasped her way through a long, hard orgasm of her own.

I pulled the camera back, leaving them stickily entwined together on the bed, Troy’s dick still captured up Mel’s butt.  As she lay there breathing hard Troy played with her hair, softly whispering and kissing her ears and neck.

Later on, after they had cleaned up, showered again and gotten dressed, we were all hanging out in the living room.  Troy and Mel sat together on the couch, while I lounged in a big purple easy chair.  We were all drinking ice-cold beers fresh out of the refrigerator.

“That was really hot.” Troy said.

“Yeah it was!” I agreed.  I couldn’t wait to go home and masturbate, hopefully to a copy of the video I had just shot.

“That was so sexy!” Mel said taking a swig of her beer, “I can’t wait to watch the video.”

“So, we were thinking,” Troy said, “Maybe in a while I could film while you and Mel got it on?”

“Or maybe,” Mel chimed in, “I could hold the camera while you and your brother fool around?”

I thought seriously about it for about a minute.  The idea was tempting, for sure.

“No thanks,” I said at last, “I just like to watch.”

END

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Hard Reset

August 9, 2010 at 6:02 pm · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , , ,

After my life fell apart around me, I gathered up my things and stuffed them into a duffel bag, bought a bus ticket, and moved to the city, where I started to pick up the pieces as best as I could.

I got an apartment, a dingy little one-and-half room studio with a shared bathroom down the hall.  The only window faced a brick wall and at night I could hear my neighbors snoring, but at least it was mine.

I got a job, writing code for a small company that produced (I’m ashamed to admit it) pop-up ads for sketchy websites.  They didn’t pay very well, but that was ok; it was enough for me to get by on.  The place took up an entire floor in a falling-apart old building in the garment district, and I had my very own office.  There were only about a dozen employees, and I was the oldest of the lot by a decade, easy.

The actual coding was really easy and repetitive, and I very quickly discovered that nobody in the place did any actual work, except when Mrs. Goldbaum, the owner, came to visit.  Liz played video games, Tim worked on his novel, Devon chatted with her boyfriends, Cat sent out résumés, and everyone looked at internet porn.  Mrs. Goldbaum dropped by once a week or so, and when she showed up, everyone scrambled to minimize their windows and made a big show of being hard at work for an hour or so.  It was a weird place to work.

I didn’t discover just how weird until later.  My first clue came fairly early on, in the first week or so when I was still trying to work all day like a good employee.  I tapped on Cat’s door (all us programmers had our own offices, and hers was next to mine) with a question about library protocols.

Cat was doing a crossword puzzle online, and reading a lesbian webzine.  She answered my question without even looking up (saying, basically, ‘do whatever you want’), and then swiveled around to face me.  “So, did you wanna see my tits?”

“Huh?” I responded eloquently.  Cat was a beautiful girl, tall and slender as a willow branch, with big brown eyes, an unruly mop of curly dark hair, ears that stuck cutely out, and an enormous set of knockers that stood out proudly and were usually unfettered by any bra under her tight t-shirts and button-up blouses and skimpy tank tops.  I was pretty certain that she and Liz were dating.  She had a pretty nice ass too.

“Well I noticed you staring at my chest.” Oh God, I hadn’t thought I’d been staring.  Or at least I thought I’d been discrete about it.  “So I thought you might like to have a look.”  She was already unbuttoning her shirt.  All I could do was stand there and gawk.

They really were glorious: big round gravity-defying globes with enormous crinkled aureoles and dimpled little nipples.  They jiggled slightly with every little movement.  I imagined how they must shake up and down when Liz licked her pussy, and I blushed even redder than I was already.  I also felt my cock twitch inside my pants.  I hadn’t had so much as an erection since the divorce went down.  That night I would masturbate to the memory of those beautiful breasts.

“So?  What do you think?”

“They’re lovely.” I answered lamely.

“Thank you.” Cat said primly, and began buttoning up her shirt.  “Well, see you later on.  If Goldbaum comes to visit, remember to look busy.  But don’t worry, she never comes by on a Friday.”

I went back to my own office, feeling confused and horny and a little chagrined, as if I had screwed up, missed my cue, blown the punchline.  I also had a hard-on in my pants that refused to go away.

*

Later on, over a beer, I cautiously related the story to Liz. Liz was the first friend I had made at this place, and at the age of 30, she was also the next oldest employee after me.  Liz was a dyed in the wool lesbian: everything about her screamed ‘Dyke’ from the crew cut and the baggy jeans and oversized plaid shirts to the letters D.Y.K.E. tattooed on the knuckles of her left hand.  And like I said, I was pretty sure that she and Cat were a thing.

“Oh yeah, don’t worry about her,” Liz leered at me across a pint of Guinness, “The girl’s a total exhibitionist.  Nice rack, huh?”

*

A few weeks later, by which time I had wised up and stopped even pretending to work, we were hanging out in Tim’s office: me and Cat and Liz.  The girls were giving Tim shit about the porn he had been looking at when we’d walked in, which was slightly disingenuous; I’d seen the stuff Liz liked to watch.  Anyway it was all quite light-hearted, and he didn’t protest too much when they made him open the window back up and click through the pictures: an improbable-looking lesbian couple with a lot of eye makeup, tits that may or may not have been fake, and scary long red fingernails.

Next thing I knew, Cat had slithered out of her stretchy black t-shirt, and she and Liz were making out right in front of us, kissing passionately, as if me and Tim weren’t there at all.  Cat was dry-humping Liz’ jean-clad leg, and Liz was shamelessly fondling her girlfriend’s big bouncing tits.

By this time, I guess I knew Liz and Cat well enough that I wasn’t completely shocked by their behavior.  I just sat down on the edge of Tim’s desk and enjoyed the show.

While I was enviously watching Liz kiss and suck Cat’s bountiful breasts, I felt Tim’s hand brush against my own, and it was like an electric shock.  It felt totally natural.  Our fingers intertwined, and clasped, and then we were kissing, and then Tim was stripping and tugging off my clothes.

It felt really good to kiss him.  He was strong, and his body felt hard and cut, and there was a little stubble on his face which felt strange but good against mine.  I hadn’t fooled around with a guy since –Christ, junior high!– but it felt great, and I wasn’t about to stop.  It wasn’t like kissing a girl.  He smelled –and tasted– clean and masculine.  My dick was threatening to burst my zipper.

I looked over at Liz and Cat.  Cat was on her back on the wide-planked floor, tits spilling over to either side, knees raised up to her chest.  Her skirt was piled up around her waist.  If she’d been wearing panties before, she sure wasn’t now.  I caught a nice glimpse of her pussy, which was shaved bare and had sweet fat labia, and then Liz’s head obscured my view.  Liz’s shirt was open, and her smallish boobs were threatening to fall out of her black lacy bra.

Tim deftly unbuttoned my pants, and shucked my trousers and my boxers down around my ankles, and then my erection was out in the open, bobbing and wiggling proudly around, and Tim, who was half naked already, got down on his knees between my legs and started sucking my dick.

It had been a really long time, literally years and years, since I’d had a proper blowjob.  It felt amazing.  I threw my head back, closed my eyes, and reveled in the sensations.  Right then it didn’t matter one fig to me that the mouth producing those amazing feelings belonged to a dude: it just felt great.

Tim’s head was bouncing up and down on my lap, and his tongue was doing these incredible loop-de-loop things to my dick, and I was having to fight really hard to not come right away, right into his mouth.

I glanced over at the girls.  They had left off what they had been doing, and were watching Tim and me with smoldering intensity.  They were lying like spoons on the wood floor, and Liz had one hand up inside Cat’s skirt.  Cat, still delightfully bare-chested, made momentary eye contact with me and gave me a big thumbs-up.

Tim stood up, letting my cock flop wetly out of his mouth, and then his own pants and underwear came off and joined mine in a heap on the floor.  Then he was kissing me hotly and wetly and ferociously, and our dicks were rubbing together, and then he turned around and bent over his desk, soft-core lesbo porn still filling his computer screen, and I was clutching him tight from behind, pressing my chest against his back, letting my wet dick slide up and down between his ass cheeks, and then my hand found his hard dick, and my fingers clasped around it, and I started stroking him.

His cock was sort of on the small side, but I certainly wasn’t complaining.  Jerking him off felt like the most natural thing in the world, and knowing that the two girls were watching just made it all the more sexy.

“Condom,” Tim whispered throatily, “Desk drawer.”

Twice I almost fumbled it, tearing open the package and rolling it on.  I couldn’t think of the last time I’d had to use a condom: my wife had been on the pill since we’d started dating.

I felt Liz and Cat’s eyes hot on me as I awkwardly maneuvered my cock toward Tim’s opening.  My hand was still busy on his hard dick, and he was breathing hard and trying to hump back against me, which made it rather difficult to aim.

At last, the end of my cock found his puckered anus.  There was another jolt of electricity between us, and Tim shifted, pressing himself insistently back against my cock.  He was moaning out loud now, and I may have been moaning myself as we rocked together as one, my cock nestled against his asshole.

I didn’t think it would actually go in.  It felt like he was clenched tight; but rubbing like that felt great.  Then suddenly, he shoved his body back against me just as I was humping forward, and his anus yielded slightly, and the pitch and volume of Tim’s moans went up a notch, and the head of my cock was suddenly nestled snugly inside his almost painfully tight grasping and clenching asshole.

“Oh!  Gentle, gentle, gentle…” he croaked through clenched teeth, and it took all the willpower I possessed to not ram my dick deep inside him and fuck his ass hard and fast.  “Ah shit, it’s too intense… shit!  I’m coming!”

I felt his dick twitch in my hand as I pumped it, and his ass pulsated, allowing a little more of my cock inside, and then Tim was shooting off, making a giant pearly puddle of come on his office floor, and my cock slowly slid deeper into his body, impaling him, and his asshole was spasming on me as he came, over and over, and then I was coming too, pressed hard against his back, my cock buried halfway up his ass, my face in his sweaty hair, my hand still wrapped around his dick, howling like a monkey as I came and trying to be gentle at the same time as I thrust involuntarily, emptying my balls and filling the condom with my come.

There was a glassy look in Tim’s eyes, and a big smile on his face as we delicately disengaged, and I’m sure I looked much the same.  The girls were locked tight together on the floor, and Cat had Liz’s jeans open and I could see her purple panties, and Cat’s hand was busy inside them, and I could hear her fingers squishing away, and then Liz came, silently, her face a mask of intensity, and it was beautiful.

*

“Ok, THAT was weird!” I said to Liz later on at the bar.

“Are you kidding?!” she said, taking a big swallow of her dark foamy beer, “THAT was smoking hot!”

“It was kind of freaky.”

“What, because you fucked a dude?  C’mon on, admit it, the whole scene was totally hot.”

“Ok, I admit it, it was pretty hot.  But it was still freaky.”

“Listen, you’re not gay if that’s what you’re worried about.”  Liz put down her pint glass and looked at me seriously across the table.  “Neither is Tim for that matter, I know that for a fact.  Listen, you’d fuck Cat if you got half a chance, wouldn’t you?  You’d fuck Devon.  Hell, you’d probably fuck me if I offered.  And I’d still be a lesbian.  If I did you, which I’m not going to.  Hey, it’s a dull gate that only swings one way.  Don’t sweat it man.”

I didn’t sweat it, and neither did Tim, though we never talked about what we’d done and it didn’t happen again.  I played the episode back in my head sometimes at night when I jerked off, but more often I thought about doing the same thing only with Cat, or Devon, or with Liz.

*

When Mrs. Goldbaum walked unannounced into my office, I was almost caught with my pants down.  Literally.  I barely managed to close out the porn site I’d been perusing and open up something that looked like work.  Mrs. Goldbaum came to visit irregularly, but usually on Wednesday or Thursday, occasionally on Tuesday; but never on Monday or Friday.  This was a Friday, and I had just been contemplating going to see if Liz and Cat wanted to cut out for an early lunch at the bar with me and not come back.

She closed the door behind herself with a bang, and I jumped.  Since I’d been hired on nearly three months before, my contact with Mrs. Goldbaum had been minimal.  She signed my paychecks, and peeked in every week or two to make sure I was working.  She hadn’t actually spoken to me since the interview.

“Hello Mrs. Goldbaum,” I swiveled around in my chair, hoping I didn’t sound too nervous.  “What can I do for you today?”  Fuck, small as it was, I really needed this paycheck.

“May I be frank?” she asked, walking across the room and standing next to my chair, a little too close for comfort.  She smelled strongly of liquor.  I could feel her body heat next to mine, and it was not necessarily an unpleasant sensation at all.

Mrs. Goldbaum was an imposing woman, six feet tall, with a thick gold ring on the third finger of her left hand.  She had salt-and-pepper hair down to the middle of her back, severe-looking black-rimmed glasses, and she wore a dark pinstripe suit that showed off her substantial bust as well as a pronounced paunch around her waistline.

“I have to tell you,” Mrs. Goldbaum said, setting herself on my lap.  She was kind of heavy, but I didn’t mind. “That I find you highly attractive.”  She smelled of gin, I thought.  The fumes alone were threatening to get me drunk.  I was sure that she could feel my erection poking her through the bottom of her slacks.  She shrugged off her jacket and tossed it aside, and began unbuttoning the front of her blouse.  “Does it bother you that I’m your boss?  Does it bother you that I’m a married woman?”  She unsnapped her brassiere.  Her tits were huge, dwarfing even Cat’s substantial rack.  Her nipples were thick, like oversized pencil erasers, dark pink and erect.  She stuck her boobs right up in my face.  “You don’t mind, do you?”

I didn’t mind, and I happily kissed her breasts and sucked and nibbled on the nipples, making them stick out even more than they were already.

“Mmm, nice.” she said, dropping down off my lap and onto her knees and fumbling with the button of my fly.  She got my jeans open, and my cock flopped out like a jack-in-the-box.  “Very nice!”

My dick was pointing straight up at the ceiling.  Mrs. Goldbaum wrestled my pants and boxers down around my ankles.  She captured my penis with her cleavage; I watched, fascinated, as my dick disappeared between the soft, warm mounds of flesh.  My cock reappeared, sandwiched between her pale, pillowy breasts, the head all scarlet and eager.

“Mister,” she said, taking off her glasses and setting them carefully on the edge of my desk, “I am going to eat you for lunch.”  Tits swinging like a pair of huge pendulums, she crawled back toward my erection, a stalking tigress, ready to pounce on her prey.

Mrs. Goldbaum attacked my cock like a greedy kid with an ice cream cone, slurping up and down, all over the shaft and balls before capturing the swollen head between her lips and sucking hard while pumping the shaft vigorously up and down.

She was really good at this.  The things her mouth was doing to my cock felt fantastic.  The fact that she was my boss, married, probably nearly 60 years old, drunk, and most likely totally insane; all this ceased to matter very much to me.  As she sucked, hunched over my lap, I could see the leopard-print panties down the back of her slacks, and I found myself itching with curiosity to find out what was going on inside those panties.

Very deliberately, with a wicked glint in her eyes, Mrs. Goldbaum wet one finger and, still holding the head of my cock captive between her lips, she stuck it between my ass cheeks until she found the virgin territory of my anus.  I jumped, and tried to squirm away.  She just grinned around my cock, and wormed her finger up my butt.

I’d never been touched like that before.  My first reaction was to clench up, to try and pull away.  Mrs. Goldbaum was insistent though, and I quickly realized that what she was doing felt really really good.

I groaned out loud, and she penetrated me deeply, burying her finger all the way up to the knuckle in my ass.

“Come on,” Mrs. Goldbaum said, letting my dick pop free of her mouth, “Fuck my face!”  She plunged back down onto my cock, literally swallowing me whole.  Her face was buried in my pubic hair.  My dick must have been halfway down her throat.  She wiggled her finger in my ass.  Needed no more encouragement, I grabbed her thick graying hair with both hands and started humping her mouth.  She stayed with me, choking and gagging a little, but swallowing me enthusiastically the whole time, gobbling my cock eagerly as I fed it to her.  The finger up my ass was pressing buttons I hadn’t even known I possessed.  In some corner of my mind, I realized that I was screaming as I came, and that everyone in the office could probably hear me.  My climax seemed to last forever as I pumped what felt like buckets and buckets of come straight down Mrs. Goldbaum’s hungry throat.

She disentangled herself from my limp body, grinning like a huge, well-fed cat.

“We can’t keep on doing this,” she said as she strapped herself back into her brassiere and retrieved her shirt and jacket.  I just sat on my damp swivel chair, pants around my ankles, gasping as if I’d just run a footrace.  “People will start to talk.”   She finished buttoning her shirt and straightened out her jacket.  “I do hope this won’t affect our working relationship.”

And then she was gone.

*

Later on, at the bar, when I described what had happened to Liz, she just laughed.

“Oh yeah, she does that to everybody.”

“Everybody?”

“Everybody.”

*

I walked into Devon’s office one afternoon a few weeks later.  Devon was almost exactly half my age, fresh out of college, a cuddly redhead with a ready smile, a pretty face, a cute up-turned nose, a bit of a belly, and a truly gorgeous ass.  I had developed a major crush on Devon, and I would use any excuse to go visit her office.

Liz was already in there, hanging out sitting sideways on the desk.  As soon as I entered the room, Devon reached for her mouse and hastily clicked a window shut.  That, I had learned in my relatively short time working at this company, could only mean one thing: internet porn.

The question I had ostensibly dropped by to ask, about file-naming conventions, was so obviously just an excuse to hang out that Devon didn’t even both answering it, and Liz just leered knowingly at me.

The three of us gossiped idly for a few minutes.  I wasn’t sure, but I thought Devon might have been flirting with me, and I kind of wished that Liz would bugger off and leave the two of us alone.

Then there was one of those expectant pauses that seem to derail conversation from time to time, a bug in the social interplay mechanism.  Liz was the one who broke the silence.

“Go ahead, ask him.  I bet he does.”

Devon turned crimson, but stayed mute.

“Fine then, I’ll ask him myself.”  Liz turned to me and asked sweetly, “So, do you think chicks with strap-ons are hot?”

It was my turn to go crimson.  “Heck yeah,” I said, “Totally hot.”

Another awkward pause, which was quite unexpected broken by Tim, who poked his head in the door.  “Heads up gang,” he said, “Goldbaum’s in the house!”

*

Later on that same afternoon, after a couple annoying hours of writing annoying pop-up ads while Mrs. Goldbaum patrolled the office making sure we were all coding away like good little worker bees, we evacuated en masse to the bar.  Coding was thirsty work, and had to be quenched with beer at the earliest possible opportunity.

Tim left after the first round, and Liz and Cat stayed for two beers and then buggered off, Liz sending significant looks my way as they left the bar arm in arm.  Me and Devon were left alone over the third round.

“So,” Devon said to me over the remains of her beer, “What are you doing this evening?”

“I don’t know,” I said, “Did you want to get dinner or a movie or something?”

“Why don’t we just go back to my place?”

I choked, nearly inhaling the dregs of my beer.

We took a cab over to Devon’s joint, a sixth-floor walkup on the Lower East Side.  We made out in the back of the cab, fingers intertwined, kissing like a couple of shameless wanton horn-dog teens as the cab wound its way through the city streets.

Devon’s living room was painted Satan red, and featured a red Persian rug, a red velvet mock-Victorian couch, and piles upon piles of books, some shelved, some not.  She looked at me critically, my erection making a conspicuous tent in the front of my jeans.

“You should take a shower.” she declared.

When I emerged from Devon’s shower (complete with loofahs, girlie lotions and rubber duckies) I found her waiting for me in her bedroom, nude.  Her body was all softness and curves.  If she didn’t back off on the partying and start working out, I thought, she’d probably have to worry about her figure in a few years; but for the moment she looked absolutely angelic.  There was a golden-red triangle of neatly trimmed pubic hair between her legs, and her puffy labia pouted shyly out.

“You just got divorced, didn’t you?” she asked me.

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok.  It was for the best, honestly.”

She sat up.  Her breasts looked really nice.  Not huge, but nicely shaped, with pretty pink nipples.  “I want to make you feel really good.” she said.

I got up on the bed with her, and we kissed, deep and slow, for a long time.  Her small soft hand squeezed my rigid cock, and my own hand found its way between her legs, where her pussy was nice and slippery.  I pressed a finger inside her.  She was hot inside, and very wet.  I took pleasure in the sharp intake of breath as I penetrated her.

“Roll over” she whispered in my ear.  Gently, but firmly, she extracted my probing finger from the juicy folds of her cunt.

I lay face-down on her clean white sheets while Devon straddled me.  She rubbed my neck, my shoulders, my lower back, kneading all the seized-up crunchy knots that riddled my back.  The massage felt really good, and the sensation of her squishy, wet pussy brushing against my skin as she worked felt really good too.

Then she shifted her position, and I could feel her breasts on the backs of my thighs, and her hot breath on my ball sac and the crack of my ass, and I shivered with delicious anticipation.

Delicately, almost hesitantly, she ran the tip of her tongue down my tailbone, parted my ass cheeks, skirted my anus, traversed my perineum (which made me shiver), and playfully licked my scrotum, before licking her way back up into the dark, sensitive forbidden territory of my ass.  Shyly at first, and then more and more aggressively, she licked my asshole. The sensation was incredible!  My anus suddenly felt like the center of the universe, like a blossoming lotus. Her tongue felt like a hot, wriggling, naughty snake, squirming about six feet up my ass.  I was panting and moaning into the pillow and thrusting my ass up against her tongue.  Underneath me, my hard cock felt like it was about a yard long.

“Hold on,” Devon gasped, coming up for air, “Don’t move!”

I felt her clamber off the bed, and after a moment I disobediently rolled over onto my side.  Devon was awkwardly struggling with the loops and buckles of a red leather harness.  When she saw me watching, she smiled sheepishly and brushed a lock of red hair out of her face.

“Is this ok?” she asked.

We were certainly about to venture into uncharted waters.  The place she was proposing to go wasn’t anywhere near my comfort zone.  But then, the last three months had been a fire storm of new experiences, and my dick had rarely been as hard as it was at that moment.  I wasn’t about to back out now.

She finished strapping herself into the harness, and buckled the dildo into place.  It jutted straight out from her crotch, purple, semi-realistic, and to my relief (and to my somewhat surprised secret disappointment) not too gigantic.

She looked beautiful like that.  I mean, she looked beautiful anyway, but just then, naked, a nervous smile on her lips, her skin flushed and her nipples pink and excited, her eyes sparkling naughtily, and that incongruous purple dildo projecting from her crotch… I was a little overcome.

I knelt before her on my knees and took the dildo in my mouth and started blowing her.  Her cock filled my mouth.  I could feel it buzzing, humming happily away.  She seemed to enjoy that.  She ran her fingers through my hair and rocked gently back and forth as I sucked.  I fingered her pussy as I sucked her cock.  She was very wet.

After a minute or so of this she gently pushed me away.  “Are you ready?” she asked, retrieving a bottle of lube from her bedside table.

I got on all fours on her bed, and she crawled up behind me.  She poured cool lubricant all over my ass, which felt nice.  She playfully squeezed my cock with her slicked-up hand, and that felt quite nice.  Then, while she softly petted my dick with one hand, she gently inserted a slippery finger up my lubed-up ass, and that felt really good.

We stayed like that for a few moments, while she stroked my hard cock and finger fucked my asshole.  But both of us were impatient to get on to the main event.

She released my dick, which hung thickly down between my legs, and extracted her finger, leaving my anus feeling wide-open, sensitive and vulnerable.  I watched through my legs as she positioned herself behind me.  Her pussy was so wet the come was leaking out of her in long, sticky clear strands.

I felt the end of her cock bump against my asshole, and I tried to force myself to relax.  I felt a little panic rising up, and I choked it down.  I wanted this.  I took a deep breath and blew it out, and just then she nudged forward and—

“Holy shit! I’m inside you!  This is so fucking sexy!”

“Fuck me,” I managed to spit out, “fuck me now!”  The sensation was overwhelming.  I felt totally filled up, stretched to the maximum, surfing a wild wave between pleasure and pain, and so far pleasure was winning out.  I found myself humping back against her thrusts, trying to get more of her cock inside me.  “Fuck me hard!”

Devon obliged me, fucking my ass gently at first, then harder and faster as we both got more and more excited.  My cock was bouncing wildly with every blow, and Devon’s hips were slapping against my butt, and we were both gasping and panting.  It was so intense.  I wasn’t sure just how much more I could take.

“Holy shit, I’m gonna come!” Devon cried out, grinding herself against the base of the buzzing dildo planted in my behind.

“Oh please please please!” I moaned incoherently.  She wrapped a hand around my swollen cock and pumped wildly.  That was all I needed.  I felt a rush of orgasmic pleasure that ran all the way from my toes to my ears, and every muscle in my body in between, and with a roar, I squirted gobs and gobs of hot sticky come all over her nice clean sheets.  Meanwhile Devon was coming, making sweet little hiccupping cries as she fucked my ass.

“Would you be my special boyfriend?” Devon asked me later on when we had both recovered a little bit and were cuddling in a happy state of post-orgasmic bliss.

“Sure, I’d be happy to” I told her, and we kissed for a while before moving on to round two, which involved more traditional, but still very hot penis-in-vagina sex.

Not long after that, I got myself a real job at a much bigger software company that produced real software.  My new job pays a lot better, but then again, I actually have to work every day, and I’m not boinking all my co-workers.

I’m still Devon’s special boyfriend.  We’ve been talking about cohabitating, but both our places are too small, and Devon tends to bring home a lot of different guys during the week, so I think we’re going to get a big two bedroom together.

We have an open relationship, which means we both have the right to sleep with whoever we like, whenever we feel like it.  Devon takes full advantage of this arrangement; so far I’ve only slept with one other woman.  I see my ex-wife pretty much every other weekend.  Our relationship has never been better.

END

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In Retrospect

June 19, 2010 at 12:00 pm · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , ,

“Hey, are you almost done in there?”

I was in Lorrie’s kitchen, dipping her wine glasses in an ammonia solution.

“Hurry up and get undressed, they’ll be arriving soon.”

I stepped out into the living room, holding a dish rag and a dusty wine glass.  Lorrie was standing on a chair, dusting the top of a gilt mirror frame.  She looked almost as if she’d been posed there by some erotic photographer.  In the next shot, she’d remove her sweater, and then her jeans.  She looked good.

“Get yourself out of those clothes Kidoo,” she semi-snapped at me, not bothering to turn around, but eyeing me through the mirror, “Hurry up, it’s almost seven and people will be showing up soon.  Come on, I want to see that cute little white butt!”

Lorrie was my first serious girlfriend in New York.  She was a natural redhead, with smallish boobs, a slender athletic figure, and a beautiful round butt that she saw as a curse and that I thought of as one of her prime assets.  She had a bright contagious smile, and a fierce intimidating frown.  She was in her late 30s, fifteen years older than me, and from the moment we’d started dating– we’d gotten caught in a rainstorm leaving the gym we both belonged to at the same time, and had agreed to share a cab.  She had proceeded to suck my dick all the way to Brooklyn–   she had knocked my sexual socks off.  She was the first girl I ever dated who was even hornier then I was.  She didn’t just like going down on me, she reveled in it like a gourmand at and all-you-can-eat buffet.  She liked a really hard spanking, she liked having her hair pulled, and she liked getting fucked, hard, deep, and often.  Lately she’d been teasing me with the prospect of anal sex (something I had yet to experience), and had been dropping broad hints about threesomes.

I was a clueless white boy, straight out of the Midwest, and I was eager to learn everything Lorrie had to teach me: how to eat sushi, how to listen to opera, how to fuck in public places without getting caught, the proper way to lick a pussy.  We had only been dating a couple months, and already I spent almost all my time at her apartment.  At the time I thought I was in love with her.

So I shucked off my clothes right there in the living room.  Maybe Lorrie thought we had enough time for a quick pre-party blowjob?  We hadn’t had sex in, like, three days, and I was all horny and raring to go.  But no, she just continued dusting, and looked approvingly at my reflection in the mirror.

“Very nice.  Now throw those clothes into the bedroom and put those wine glasses away.  I told you we don’t have very much time!”

I did as I was told.  While I was in the kitchen, hanging up the last of the wine glasses, the doorbell rang.

“Don’t just stand there,” Lorrie called from the bathroom where she was doing some emergency last-minute cleaning duty, “Go downstairs and get the door!”

Lorrie occupied the first two stories of a four-story brownstone in a not-very fashionable neighborhood in Brooklyn.

“Hold on!” I called, “Just le me throw some clothes on, okay?”

“Oh no you don’t,” she snapped, poking her head out the bathroom door.  She was wearing purple rubber gloves, and her greenish-grey eyes sparkled dangerously from behind her glasses, “You march straight downstairs and answer that door right now, just the way I like you, in your birthday suit.  You still want to do me up the pooper later on?  Good.  Now do what I tell you and don’t give me any lip.”

It was out first dinner party together.  I knew who was invited:

*Nora and Kevin, school teachers and friends of Lorrie.

*Rod and Tim, a gay couple.  Rod was a friend of Lorrie’s from work.

*Sue, a girl we both knew from the gym, and her boyfriend du jour.

*Meredith, Lorrie’s younger sister.

There was no arguing with that tone of voice.  I knew that from experience.  Plus, I really did want to fuck her in the butt later that night, and this was the closest she’d come to a promise that I really would get to.  So, feeling incredibly awkward and self-conscious, I slunk down the stairs to the front door.

It was Nora and Kevin, and they seemed totally unfazed by my nudity.  “Nice to see you!” they said, “Aren’t you going to ask us in and get us a drink?”

I took their coats and ushered them upstairs, feeling very conscious of my naked dick and balls and butt.  Lorrie, having finished the bathroom in a hurry and ditched the gloves, was ready in the living room with drinks, and we all settled down to chat and make polite early-party small talk as if I weren’t naked as a jay bird.  After only about five minutes of this, the doorbell rang again.

“Be a dear and get that won’t you?” Lorrie sipped her wine and Kevin and Nora tried not to smirk.

It was Sue and her latest beaux, a very large black guy named Nigel.  “Well, hello!” Sue simpered, looking me greedily up and down, and Nigel gave me a look that said ‘Oooookay dude, what-ever.’

Tim was the next to arrive.  His partner, Rod, was feeling sick and wouldn’t make it.  Tim positively leered at me.  “Oh my, Rod is going to hate missing this party!  Looking good there, Kidoo!”

Meredith, Lorrie’s cherubic thirty-ish younger sister, was the last guest to arrive.  She was another red head, as short and chubby as Lorrie was tall and svelte.

“Well!” she said breathlessly when I opened the door, “it’s certainly nice to see you!”

Upstairs, everyone was chatting happily.  I was kept busy getting people drinks and bringing out appetizers and taking dirty dishes away.  From time to time, I almost forgot that I was nude, the only naked body in a room full of –mostly female– clothed bodies.

“Your new boyfriend’s so cute!” Meredith’s voice piped up over the general chatter, “Can I touch him?”

“Of course,” Lorrie replied, “Touch away.  You can all do whatever you want with him, just as long as you don’t make him come.”

I was mortified.  Meredith (whom I had just served a rum-and-coke to) reached out and traced with her fingertip, a line from the inside of my knee all the way up to my dangling ball sac.  I felt my dick twitch and my nuts contract, which elicited a grin from Meredith.  She then ran her fingers along the top of my penis, from the hairy base to the helmet-shaped head and back again.  Back and forth, she lightly dragged her index finger, and to my horror and embarrassment, my dick responded enthusiastically, swelling and bobbing, earning a peal of giggles from Tim and every female in the room.

“I wanna try!” called Nora from across the room.  I hesitated.  Lorrie gave me a sharp look, and I hustled butt across the room to the arm chair where Nora was sitting.  She was a grey-haired, severe featured lady, fifty-ish with sea grey eyes and pursed lips that occasionally relaxed into a very pretty smile.  Right now she was smiling.  While her husband looked indulgently on, she stroked my erection, bringing me rapidly to a state of complete and total hardness.

“My turn!” called Tim, and I was promptly shuffled over to the sofa where he and Sue and Nigel were sitting.  It felt kind of weird and embarrassing to have a guy fondling my dick, but it also felt really good, and my cock sure wasn’t complaining.  He squeezed my ass, and I felt his fingers slip between my butt cheeks, getting dangerously close to my asshole, when Sue barged in.

She grasped my cock hard and started pumping up and down in a way that would make me come if she kept that up very long.  She stopped before things got totally out of hand however, leaving me almost painfully turned-on, red-hot, trembling and rigid.  “Here, you have a try”, she told Nigel, “it won’t bite you!”

With a raised eyebrow and a bemused look on his face, Nigel gave my dick a quick squeeze with his huge brown hand.

“That’s not how you do it!” Sue laughed a short rat-a-tat laugh, and then, quick as an iguana, she stuck out her tongue and traced the vein on the underside of my penis all the way along it’s length from the base to the swollen, purple head.  A long strand of pre-come, which was now leaking freely from the end of my dick, attached itself to the tip of her tongue and formed a long, silvery gossamer thread between us, like a spider’s web.

“Dinner is served!” called Lorrie, and with that we all shifted into the dining room.  She had done all the cooking, and the food was delicious, but I had a very hard time concentrating on the meal at all.

I was seated at one end of the table, opposite Lorrie.  Throughout dinner, all the girls, and Tim, and even Nigel and Kevin once apiece, kept getting up to torment me: squeezing my now painfully hard erection, tweaking my nipples, nibbling my ears, fondling my buns, and in Meredith’s case, sticking her (bra-covered) boobs in my mouth.  Each new indignity made me even more uncomfortably turned-on, and was greeted with a merry burst of laughter from around the table.

After dinner was over and all the dishes removed (by me, with my erect cock pointing the way) to the kitchen sink, Lorrie stood and addressed the party.

“My young friend here would like to lose his anal cherry tonight.  Does everyone here think he’s earned that privilege?”

There were cries of “Yes!” and “No!”

“Well I propose that he earn that privilege by serving us desert.  Climb up on the table, please.”  This was clearly directed at me.  Resignedly, feeling every one of the sixteen eyes around the table focused on my naked body, I climbed up on top of the table, on all fours as Lorrie directed.  My hard cock hung long and thick and frustrated between my legs, and my balls and ass felt terribly naked and exposed.

From somewhere I couldn’t see, Lorrie retrieved a black silicone butt plug.  It wasn’t huge as far as butt plugs go; the business end was the size and shape of a good-sized chicken egg; but at that point in my life I had never even seen a butt plug in person before, and to my eyes it looked enormous.  Furthermore, this particular plug had a cluster of peacock feathers projecting from it’s base, iridescent, outrageous peacock feathers three or four feet long.

I thought I might die of humiliation as Lorrie carefully lubed up my asshole, but my cock stayed resolutely hard.  If I hadn’t been so freaked out about Lorrie touching me ‘back there’, and if everybody hadn’t been watching eagerly, I would have found the sensation pretty erotic.  As it was, I was incredibly embarrassed, blushing from head to toe, and all the parts in between.  Also, I was genuinely worried about the toy that I knew she was getting ready to jam up inside my virgin butt hole.  I was afraid it would hurt, and I wasn’t sure I could take that on top of my very public humiliation.

Lorrie was stroking my cock with her index finger now, incredibly lightly, as if she were petting a baby kitten.  I was drooling.  Another finger started toying with my anus, drawing little circles around it, pressing up against it, threatening to stray inside.  Now I was finding it erotic, seriously erotic, and all the social anxiety in the world wasn’t restraining me any more.  I moaned and thrust my ass back toward her invading finger.  There was dead silence around the table as Lorrie’s long index finger entered me, her other finger never stopping on my dick.

I loved the feeling of her finger in my ass, and if one felt good, two slick fingers felt even better.  I was being pleasantly stretched in ways I’d never been stretched before, and it felt absolutely amazing. All too soon, she removed her fingers from my butt and my cock, leaving me gasping and writhing with desire unfulfilled.

Lorrie then held up the butt plug and all it’s glorious plumage for everybody to see, and the dinner guests ‘Ooohed’ and ‘Aaahed’ appreciatively.  She then got down to the business of sticking it up my horny virgin hole.  Once it was between my butt cheeks and pressed against my anus, the toy felt absolutely huge.  There was no way it was ever going to fit in, and if it did, it would tear me apart.  Unconcerned, Lorrie pressed relentlessly against my anus.

“Relax!” she whispered in my ear, “it won’t hurt, I promise!”

I swallowed and gritted my teeth and tried to relax.

The room was silent, as if everyone were holding their breath.  I know I was.  I could feel the toy irresistibly nosing it’s way inside, opening me up, stretching me impossibly wide.  She was right, it didn’t hurt, but the sensation was –to put it lightly—intense!  Just about the time I couldn’t take any more, my ass was opened as wide as it could go and was on the verge of hurting, just as I was about to cry out for mercy, the world shifted slightly on it’s axis, and with an almost audible *pop* the widest part of the toy slid past my anal sphincter and lodged itself inside me, and I was left with a most amazing feeling of fullness.

“Excellent!” laughed Lorrie, and the dinner guests finally exhaled.  She swatted me across the rear.  “Now be a Dear and serve the people desert.”

Desert was ice-cream and tiramisu, and as I brought the plates out from the kitchen, my tail feathers dragging on the floor behind me and my cock bobbing stiffly in front of me like the figurehead of some obscene sailing ship, I was faced with a new quandary: how to avoid shooting off spontaneously.  The toy in my ass was now pushing buttons I hadn’t even known existed, and with every step I took I had to clench my teeth and curl my toes to keep from erupting into orgasm.

My life wasn’t made any easier by the squeezing, groping, fondling, and pinching I got from all hands as I served desert and coffee and then took away the dirties.

I felt physically exhausted, as if I had just run a marathon, and my dick was drooling freely by the time people started to get and fetch their coats.  Everyone agreed that it had been a very successful dinner.

“What a dish!” I overheard Meredith tell Lorrie on the way out.  “Freakiest damn party I ever been to!” Nigel told Sue as they walked down the stairs, and it didn’t sound like he meant it in a bad way.

At long last Lorrie and me were alone.  I thought ruefully of the mountain of dishes in the kitchen, and how since she had cooked, cleaning up was my responsibility.

“Fuck the dishes!”  Laurie was already pulling off her clothes, “Come over here and fuck me!  You were magnificent!”

She bent over the dining table, thrusting her curvaceous soft pale ass up and out, spread wide, all for me.  Between those two white pillows, her little crinkled brown anus winked invitingly at me.  “Come on!” she exclaimed urgently, the fingers of one hand already squishily busy between her thighs.

I took aim with my penis, which felt like a red-hot poker, about a meter long and ready to burst.  The bottle of lube was sitting conveniently on the table where she had left it.  The cool oozy viscous stuff felt good on my erection.  It seemed to temporarily soothe the wild beast.  I squirted a generous amount onto Lorrie’s eager butt hole.  She sighed and wiggled her rear-end.

“Come on!” she repeated, “Fuck me!”

With one long, slow motion, I invaded her asshole, all the way up to the hilts.  I couldn’t believe how tight she was on my cock, or how hot she was inside.  It felt amazing and by the time my hips were pressed against her soft ass cheeks, she was snarling and growling.  “Fuck me hard!” she ordered.

Almost as soon as I started to thrust, I was coming.  It wasn’t the kind of orgasm I was used to– just this rush of pleasure coursing through my body as my penis spouted what felt like a fire hose worth of come into Lorrie’s ass.  My dick stayed hard throughout, and I stayed horny, turned-on, and hot to trot.  My come filled her ass and sloshed around my dick and leaked out onto my balls.  “Oh YES!  That’s it!” Lorrie humped back against me, slamming her butt into my pelvis, trying to get every bit of my dick up inside her.  She had fingers in her pussy now, and I could feel them.  “Fuck me hard!” she repeated.

I complied with gusto, fucking her with everything I had, while my tail feathers shook, and she deliriously rubbed her clit and fingered her pussy.  I could feel another orgasm building up in my balls, and this one was going to be huge!  I had my hands on her hips, slamming her butt with my dick, we were both howling and growling and wailing and moaning, and then she was coming, gasping in little hic-hic-hics, arching her back and knocking a coffee cup off the table as her body shook and her asshole spasmed and contracted around my dick, and then I was coming, and the intensity of my come was almost too powerful to be believed, and I was screaming and shaking and pumping myself into her hot, juicy butt.

I had collapsed onto her back, and we lay there for a little, quivering, splayed out on top of the dining table, two exhausted sweaty bodies.  Then my much-reduced penis slipped out of her asshole with a *pop* and we both got a case of the giggles.

Removing the butt plug from my own ass was a little bit more of a project, one that resulted in another erection on my part, which brought on a blowjob from Lorrie, and two or three of her fingers up my well-stretched but tired butt.

I slept hard that night, and woke up with a smile on my face; sore, tender, and very satisfied.

Within a month, Lorrie had broken up with me.  I didn’t understand why at the time.  I was heartbroken.  In retrospect, I realized that she had gotten bored with me, and didn’t need a twenty-two year old kid mooning over her.  I guess she was ready for a new boy-toy.

All this is part of the past.  I moved on, more-or-less forgot about our brief fling and our adventures together.  Then, last Friday, out of the blue, I got a call on my cell phone from Meredith, Lorrie’s little sister.  She wanted to know if I remembered her (I did!), what I was up to (not much), and whether I was available (I was).

We’ve got a date this weekend.  I’m really looking forward to it.

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The Road to Temptation

December 9, 2009 at 7:29 pm · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , , ,

1. Maureen

I had a date with Sam that evening, so I cut out of work a little early and hurried home to shower and change.

The house was quiet.  I wasn’t sure whether or not my daughter Alisha was home.  She might be upstairs in her room working on homework; she might be at the library; or she might be over at our neighbor and her friend Kira’s place.  I’d occasionally wondered if she and Kira weren’t fooling around, doing some experimentation on their own, but quite frankly I figured it wasn’t any of my business if they were.

I dropped my bag and peeled off my work shoes and made tracks for the upstairs bathroom.  I was all tingly with anticipation: it was a pretty safe bet that I was going to get laid tonight.  I was debating the merits of a pre-dinner masturbation session, just to take the edge of my horniness.

Sam and I hadn’t been dating very long: he was a carpenter and part-time sculptor who had done some work on the house a few weeks before.  There had been an immediate physical attraction between us, and after I paid him for his work (good quality work, and a very reasonable rate) he asked me out.  I only hesitated a second before agreeing to a date with him.  It turned out that he was smart and sweet as well as being a hunk.  He was the sweetest guy I’d been with in fact since… well, since I’d been single.  And, as I’d discovered on our second date, he was hung like a… well, for a carpenter he had one VERY nice tool.  This night was to be our third date, and I was looking forward to finding out exactly what that tool could do.

I noticed a light on in the study as I headed for the stairs, and I paused at the door, which was slightly ajar.  It was dark in there, but the room was lit with the blue-tinged light from the computer monitor.  The computer was turned off when I had left for work that morning.  I stuck my head in through the door to see what was up.

It was Alisha.  She was sitting in the darkened room in front of the computer wearing a baggy black sweatshirt and nothing else.  She had her feet up on the desk and her panties were dangling from one ankle.

On the screen, a girl with jet black hair, big boobs, and a lot of tattoos was getting vigorously fucked by a skinny asian guy with a really big dick.  Her pussy was shaved clean, she didn’t have any hair at all down there and Oh My Goodness! His dick wasn’t even in her pussy– he was fucking her up the ass!

There were moans and groans from the couple on the screen coming quietly out of the computer speakers, but over that I could clearly here the squishing noises of Alisha’s fingers busy at work between her legs.

“Eeep!” I squeaked.  Yes, I squeaked.  “Alisha, what ARE you doing?”

Ok, so that was stupid.  It was really obvious what she was doing.  And it’s not like I have any room to be shocked about pornography: when I was her age I was wanking off to Penthouse and Hustler magazines that I stole out of my dad’s closet.  I’d vowed to be more open about sex with Alisha than my parents had been with me, and I even kept books of erotica and nude pictures around the house.  But I didn’t know much about internet porn, and I didn’t want my computer to get infected with viruses and spyware, or even worse have my credit card hacked or my identity stolen.

Alisha spun around in her chair, trying to yank up her panties and shut down what was happening on the computer all in one motion.  She did pretty well, all things considered.  I felt kind of bad for having interrupted her; I should have quietly let her finish what she’d been doing, and had a little talk with her about appropriate computer use at another time.

“Oh Mom!  I was just… I mean, I just wanted to see how it works, you know, when people do it…” she trailed off.

I thought Alisha and I had a pretty good relationship going on, I thought we communicated pretty well.  I had long ago explained the mechanical and biological aspects of sex, and that sex and masturbation were a natural part of life.  I had told her (and I meant it) that she could come to me with any questions.  But I could certainly understand wanting a better ‘visual frame of reference’.  I just didn’t want her to get my computer all infected.  I blurted it out before I had even thought it through.

“I’ll probably be bringing Sam home after our date tonight.  If you want, you could watch us do it.”

I cringed the instant I said it.  Gawd, watch your mother fuck?  How totally uncool!  Alisha’s eyes however opened wide.  “Are you serious?”

“Sure,” in for a dollar, in for a dime.  “Why not?”

“You’d let me do that?  In the room with you guys and everything?”

I guess I’m naturally a bit of an exhibitionist.  I’d had sex in my dorm room once when I knew for a fact that my roommate was awake in her bunk; and in my post college New York City days, I would sometimes masturbate on my bed with the lights on and the curtains wide open just for kicks.  I used to entertain fantasies of being a stripper, or even a porn star.  All that had died off during the years I was married, but since I’d been single, my fantasy life had been making a comeback.  Sam and I, in our flirtations, had dropped big fat hints that we both wanted to experiment and try a little kinkiness.  So while I had initially pictured a peephole, or hiding a video camera or something, I went with Alisha’s interpretation.

“Sure, as long as Sam’s ok with it.”

Alisha jumped up and gave me a big hug.  “Oh mom, you’re the coolest ever!  Thank you!”

“I’ll let you know later tonight,” I said, hugging her back.  “And no more internet porn.  I don’t want to get any viruses on my computer!”  I regretted it the moment I said it: if there’s one sure way to get a teenage girl to do something, it’s to forbid it.

2. Alisha

‘I just wanted to see how it works’??  I couldn’t believe how lame I’d sounded.  But what was I supposed to say?  I mean, it was pretty obvious what I’d been doing…

I’d come home from school all horny, and Kira wasn’t around and I was pretty sure she was on the rag anyway, and my mom doesn’t usually get home ‘til after six, so I’d gone onto her computer and fired up some porn and let my fingers do the walking.  I couldn’t believe she’d walked in on me; not that she has anything against masturbation, and I thought she might know about me and Kira anyway; but she had specifically told me not to look at porn on her computer.  Oops.

And then she’d offered to let me sit in on her and Sam!  I swear, even though she drives me crazy sometimes, my mom is the best.  Sam was this really cute older guy she’d just started dating, and he was by far the nicest of all the guys she’d gone out with since the divorce.  I’d tried (unsuccessfully) to flirt with him when he was working on the house.

I had to finish what I’d been doing.  I was WAY too far gone for that.  So when I heard the shower running, I crept back into the study, loaded up the video I’d been watching, and brought myself to a really quick, but really intense orgasm.  Only this time, when I came, the goth girl getting butt-fucked was my mom, and the asian dude fucking her was Sam.

I cleared the browser history, washed my hands, and went up to my bedroom and made a serious effort to do some homework.

Mom came by before she left and kissed me on the forehead.

“Have fun!” I told her, “Don’t forget!”

“I’ll ask him” she said, “Be good.”

“Be good yourself!” I said, “Don’t stay out too late…”

3. Maureen

Dinner was fun.  Sam and I had a really good chemistry together, and there was this delicious sexual tension between us, the tension of two people who are attracted to each other, like each other, think they’re probably going to sleep together later on, but don’t really know each other that well yet.  We laughed, we flirted, we ate and had a few drinks, and my panties stayed moist the entire evening.  Especially when I thought about asking him the big Alisha question later on.

After dinner, after the last drinks were drained, in the parking lot of the restaurant, we made out like a pair of horny teens on the back bumper of his pickup truck.  When we’d gotten to a point where we really couldn’t go any further without getting a room (his erection was making a delicious tent in the front of his jeans, and one of my boobs had somehow fallen out of my bra), there was the obligatory awkward silence, followed closely by a volley of giggling.

“Why don’t you take me back to my place?” I finally managed to gasp.

While Sam drove, I found myself totally unable to keep my hands off his hard-on.  At least I was a good girl, and confined myself to playing with it through the denim of his pants.  I certainly didn’t hear him complaining.  As we got closer and closer to my house though, I got more and more nervous about what I’d promised Alisha, and what I was going to ask Sam.

I blurted out the question at the last stoplight before our block.  As we waited for the light to turn, Sam looked at me funny.

“Alisha?  You mean your daughter?”

“Yeah,” I said.  I explained how I’d walked in on her masturbating that afternoon.

“Ok,” he said, “That sounds cool to me.”

4. Alisha

They got home around ten-thirty, giggling like, well, like a couple teenagers.  I was in my room, where I had honestly been trying to do homework, but I also hadn’t been able to keep my hands off myself.  I had borrowed one of Mom’s erotica books, but I also hadn’t wanted to get overexcited before the main event.

I heard them galumph up the stairs, and quickly pulled up my pajama bottoms.  A moment later, Mom tapped on my door.  When I opened it, she was grinning wickedly.  She gave me a big ‘thumbs up’, and I followed them into Mom’s bedroom.  They tumbled onto her bed, hands all over each other’s bodies.  I sat down on the chair next to Mom’s dresser, where I had a prime view of the all the action.

5. Maureen

Alisha followed us into the bedroom.  I felt positively high: not only was I about to get some ACTION, but I was going to do it with an AUDIENCE!  Sam and I tumbled onto the bed; ‘Lish pulled up the chair next to my dresser.

Whatever Sam had been holding back, he let go of.  He landed on top of me on the bed, kissing me hard and desperately, letting his big strong hands travel all over my body.  I kissed him back, groping him like a thing in lust.  The excitement of being in bed with a hot guy was amplified by the excitement of being watched.

Sam stopped kissing me long enough to pull my sweater up over my head.  I obliged him by unsnapping my bra and tossing it aside.  Sam began kissing and sucking my already quite erect nipples while he fumbled with the clasp of my pants.  I glanced over at Alisha.  Her eyes were wide and her mouth slightly open; she was totally absorbed in the scene.  We made eye contact, and I grinned happily at her.  She smiled shyly back.

Then Sam pushed me onto my back on the bed, temporarily abandoning my boobs so that he could concentrate on getting my pants off.  With both hands freed up, he successfully unbuttoned them, and I lifted my ass off the bed.  With one quick motion, he tugged my pants off.

“God, you look gorgeous!” he said.  He paused a moment and pulled off his own t-shirt and then his jeans and undies.  His big dick flopped out, and I thought I heard a sharp intake of breath from where Alisha was sitting.  I admired his cock.  It was a thing of beauty; not insanely long, but My God it was thick, capped with a perfect mushroom-shaped head, circumcised, with nice compact balls and a neatly trimmed triangular patch of reddish pubic hair.  It was the first time I had had a chance to have a good look at it: our last make-out session had taken place in the dark and cramped cab of his pickup truck.  I lusted to have that thing inside me.  I couldn’t wait to taste it.

He very obligingly got down on his knees, and I wasted no time wrapping my mouth around his erection.  I was not disappointed.  He was red hot, and tasted delicious, all sexy and clean and male.  I let him slide in and out of my mouth, swirling my tongue all over his velvety-hard flesh, grabbing onto his firm buttocks and trying to get the whole thing inside my mouth, then letting it slide out until just the head rested on my tongue.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me come if you keep that up!” He pushed me back down on the bed, his rock-hard juicy wet penis bobbing delightfully with every movement.  I slipped my fingers under the waistband of my lacy blue panties and slipped them off.  God, I couldn’t believe how fucking wet I was down there!

Sam took hold of my legs and dragged me around, turning me on the bed so that my feet were facing Alisha.  He nudged my thighs apart, and taking the hint, I spread my legs wide apart for him.  Looking down my body, I could see my horny little clitoris straining up from my pussy.  Alisha, who had scooted her chair closer to the side of the bed, must have gotten an eyeful!  Sam clambered down off the bed, got on his knees, and dove right in, licking and slurping my pussy with relish.  He obviously enjoyed eating me out very much, and he was very very good at it!  My ex-husband used to only grudgingly do that, and as a result I had never enjoyed it very much.  Now Sam had what felt like two or three fingers inside me, and his tongue had found my hyper-excited clit, and I realized that I was moaning like a porn star, and in fact very close to having a massive orgasm.

He concentrated on my clit, flicking me rhythmically with his tongue.  I was pinching and twisting my own nipples, thrusting my pelvis into his face.  His fingers were deep, deep inside my cunt, and then I felt another finger very gently tickling my asshole, which was terra incognita for me, and suddenly I was coming.  I heard myself screaming, bucking and writhing on the bed, grinding my cunt onto Sam’s face.  I had never ever come that hard before in my entire life.

Sam came up for air, beaming with a grin that lit up the entire room, and sporting an erection that was, if anything, even fatter than when it had been in my mouth.  “Grab a condom,” I said, “They’re on the bedside table.”

I watched, enthralled, as he rolled the latex sleeve down his cock.  “I don’t think I’m going to last very long,” he said, “I’m too excited.”

That didn’t concern me one bit.  I was fingering my pussy idly, just watching him.  “How do you want to do it?” I asked.

“Doggy-style?”

“That sounds fantastic!” I said, rolling over and getting on all fours.  My wetness was all over the inside of my thighs.  I felt deliciously exposed like that.  As Sam came up behind me, I glanced over at Alisha.  She was biting down hard on her lower lip.  One hand was up inside her pajama tops, toying with a nipple.  Her pajama bottoms were crumpled up around her ankles, and her other hand was busily drawing little circles in her crotch.  It seemed like she was in a world of her own.

Sam was tormenting my cunt, rubbing the head of his dick up and down my sopping wet slit.  At that moment, all I wanted was to have him inside me.  Finally, after what seemed like ages, he did what I needed him to, entering my pussy in one decisive stroke.

It felt so good to have that big fat cock up my pussy!  It had been ages, ages since I had last been laid, and I was enjoying every millimeter of it.  His dick made sexy squooshing sounds as it slid in and out of my well-lubricated hole, and he was grasping fiercely onto my butt cheeks.  I became suddenly aware that I was about to come again.  I reached between my legs and started diddling my engorged clit.

“Oh fuck, Maureen, I’m going to fucking come!”

“Yes Sam, yes yes yes!”

He was slapping my ass hard and pounding my pussy and crying out loud and I knew he was coming inside me even as my own orgasm washed over me like a breaking wave.  He kept thrusting all the way through it, and it seemed to go on and on.  Finally he collapsed sweatily on top of me, panting and kissing the back of my neck.

“That was awesome!” I said.

“Shh…” He nodded over at Alisha, who had kicked off her pajama bottoms and had her feet up on the seat of the chair.  Her eyes were shut tight and her hand was a blur on her clit, and I could see her little pussy, labia moist and pouting open like a blooming flower.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah!” she came in a series of little gasps.

Sam’s much reduced penis slid gently out of me, and he disposed of the used-up condom.  We lay on the bed, side by side, glowing, watching Alisha recover from her orgasm.

With just a touch of embarrassment, she pulled her p.j. bottoms back on.  “Thank you guys so much, that was really amazing!  Can I watch you guys again sometime?”

“Sure,” Sam said, squeezing my boob, “It was really hot having you watching.  I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

It had gotten late on us.  Alisha went back to her own room, and Sam very sweetly fell asleep next to me.  I hadn’t really expected him to spend the night, but it was nice that he did.  I quietly masturbated, replaying the events of the evening in my mind over and over.

6. Sam

Weird and freaky?  Well, yeah, if you want to put it that way.  But coming from Maureen, in the front seat of my pickup, all nonchalant and matter-of-fact, it hadn’t sounded weird at all.  As a matter of fact it sounded pretty hot.  And I kind of liked the idea of someone watching.  Especially if that someone was a saucy teenage girl.  Even if that teenage girl happened to be my girlfriend’s daughter.

And when I saw Alisha come out of her bedroom, I almost came in my pants!  She was this absolutely cute cherubic little thing, with curly golden hair, a little up-turned nose, and jiggley tits that were well on their way to being as big as her mother’s.

I was super turned on about Maureen anyway.  She was the coolest, smartest, funniest, sexiest chick I had met in a very long time.  And once we got into the bedroom and things got hot and busy, I almost forgot about young Alisha’s voyeuristic presence.  Almost.

I hadn’t really intended to spend the night.   I just felt so drowsy and satisfied after the sex, and it was so warm and comfortable in Maureen’s arms… It had been, well, a long time since I had had sex; and it had been a really really long time since I had sex that good with someone I actually liked.

So I woke up early the next morning in a strange bed, with a full bladder and some morning wood.  Maureen was still asleep, breathing softly and rhythmically.  I got out of bed, careful not to wake her, and retrieved my briefs from where they had been tossed aside during the previous evening’s frenetic activities.

I padded quietly down the hall and found the bathroom.  The cool morning air helped my cock shrink a little, and I was able to relieve my bladder.  I washed up, wondered idly if Maureen had a spare toothbrush, and headed back to the bedroom.  I had to be at a gig fairly early, and I hoped I could grab a shower and at least have a few moments to be with Maureen before I had to leave…

Those were the thoughts going through my head as I opened the bathroom door into the hall and found myself face to face with Alisha, who was wearing a naughty little smile and the same unicorn-and-princess pajamas she’d had on the night before.

Before I could say anything, she pressed her finger to her lip in a ‘Shhh’ motion, and ushered me back into the bathroom.  I took two surprised steps backward, and she stepped forward and closed the bathroom door after herself.

Alisha ‘Shushed’ me again.  Her smile had gotten bigger.  That wasn’t the only thing that had gotten bigger.  Despite my better judgment, my dick had responded right away to the naughty little pixie in the white cotton jammies.  It had never gotten very soft; now it was making its presence obvious, peeking disrespectfully out the waistband of my underpants.

Alisha grinned wide and tugged down my shorts.  My cock flopped out, like a puppy eager to play.  Alisha got down on her knees, face to face with my dick.  She smiled happily up at me, stuck out her tongue, and traced the underside of my penis, all the way from my balls to the purple head that was already leaking pre-come.  When her tongue tickled my pee-hole, I shivered, and let out an involuntary sigh.  I reached down and stroked her curly blonde hair, which was as soft as a kitten’s belly.

My cock was harder than hard.  Grinning like a Cheshire Cat, Alisha unbuttoned her pajama tops, giving me my first glimpse of her tits.  Lord have mercy!  They were beautiful!  They were large and firm, soft and pale and slightly freckled, and seemingly impervious to the laws of gravity, with pretty pink nipples that pointed perkily upward.

Her breasts swinging erotically with every movement, Alisha proceeded to swallow my cock whole.  Or at least, she tried her damnedest.  She could only get about half the length inside her mouth.  She started bobbing up and down on me, slurping happily away.  Her hands cupped my ass cheeks and fondled my thighs and ball sac.  I don’t think she had much –if any– experience giving blowjobs.  It felt really good, amazing even, but it wasn’t going anywhere.  She couldn’t get a rhythm going, wasn’t really using her hands in conjunction with her tongue.  She wasn’t going to be able to make me come.

The last thing I needed now was for Maureen to come tapping on the door.  I gently pushed Alisha off me, and wrapped my own hand around my shaft.  She smiled understanding and nodded eagerly.  I started lustily jerking off.  She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue invitingly.  Her tits were all flushed, her nipples erect.  She had my butt clasped in both little hands, and one finger started probing between my cheeks, probing, pressing…

“Oh, fuuuuck!” I choked out, trying not to shout out loud as I came.  I squirted gobs of pearly white come right onto her outstretched tongue.  She swallowed, and more landed on her neck and tits.  When I was done squirting, she licked up the sticky stuff that was leaking out of my dick until there was none left.

“Thanks!” Alisha said brightly, as she buttoned up her p.j.s  “I have to get dressed for school now.  Don’t follow me right out, ok?”  And then she was gone, leaving me standing alone in a daze in the bathroom with my underpants around my ankles.

7.  Maureen

Sam very sweetly woke me up with a kiss and a hot cup of coffee.  He was already dressed, and running late.  He kissed me again on the lips, a lingering, sexy kind of kiss and looked at me seriously with those big blue eyes.  “Can I we get together again soon?”

Oh yes, very soon.  The sooner the better, as far as I was concerned.

I called him up from my desk at lunch.  He answered on his cell phone.

“Where are you right now?”

“In my truck, taking a lunch break, eating a tuna sandwich.”

“Mmm, yummy!  Last night was fantastic…”

“Yeah, it was…”

“Sam, you wanna guess what I’m doing right now?”

As a matter of fact, I had just pulled my panties down, and my free hand was busy under my skirt, tracing up and down my moist slit.

“God Maureen, you’re making me hard just talking about it…”

“Why don’t you get your dick out and play along?  No-one will know…”

“Listen, Maureen, we need to talk.”

Oh God.  That stopped me up short.  He wasn’t really going to dump me was he?  I thought he was such a nice guy, I thought we had such a cool thing going on.

He wasn’t dumping me.  Stammering, embarrassed, he told me what had happened to him that morning in the bathroom with my daughter.

At first I was more than a little miffed.  Not at poor Sam, bless his heart.  I was mad at Alisha, that little tramp… get a boyfriend of your own to molest!  But then, I felt bad for getting mad.  I had pretty much led her straight down the road to temptation after all.

And then I started picturing the scene in my head: my little Alisha on her knees on the bathroom floor, her mouth full of dick, her boobs swaying in the breeze, my man Sam’s big strong hands all tangled up in her curly golden hair…  I was even wetter than I had been before!

“Are you pissed at me?”  I realized that Sam was still on the phone, and that I had left him waiting in silence for a very long moment since he had made his heartfelt confession.

“I’m not pissed!” I said, “Just promise me one thing, ok?”

“Sure,” Sam said, “Anything.”

“Promise me you won’t do anything sexual with Alisha again–”

“I promise!”

“–unless I’m there with you.  Ok?”

“um… ok!”

“You know what?”

“What?”

“Just thinking about this stuff makes my pussy really wet.”  It was true.  I tend to get ridiculously wet when I am aroused.  I have soaked all the way through a pair of jeans before.  What with all the nasty thoughts in my head, and the fingers that just would not stay still, I was making a big sticky puddle on my swivel chair.  “You should take your dick out.”

“It already is.” Sam confessed.

“Is it hard?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s masturbate together.  I want to hear you come.”

“ok.”

There was near silence on the phone line as we touched ourselves.  I could hear Sam’s heavy breathing, the rustle of his movements.  My clit was poking straight out, my juices were flowing.  I imagined him in his pickup truck, parked in some construction site, stroking his beautiful cock.  It was so hot!  My skirt was up around my waist, my legs were spread wide.  Anyone could (theoretically at least) walk into my office at any time.  The danger just added to my excitement.  I couldn’t get that picture of my naughty daughter out of my head either.

“Sam, you know what I’m picturing right now?”

“What?”  His voice was hoarse.

“I’m picturing you fucking Alisha.  I’m picturing you sliding your big dick into her pretty little virgin pussy…”

“Is she a virgin?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure she is.”

“Aw, fuck Maureen, I’m gonna come!”

And come he did, with a strangled, drawn-out grunt that pushed me over the edge, triggering my own gasping orgasm.  I would have to put a towel or something down on my seat, or I’d get joy juice all over my skirt.

“Sam,” I said when we could both talk again, “Would you like to go out for dinner tonight?”

8. Alisha

I had been thinking seriously of going over to Kira’s house and jumping her bones, period or no period.  It had been an endlessly frustrating day at school, with Sam’s come drying on my breasts, and me so worked up I couldn’t concentrate on anything.  The hours absolutely crawled by!  I amused myself by kind-of-masturbating in class, squeezing my legs together to stimulate my puss.  It kind of worked– it kept me all aroused and juicy; but it did nothing to relieve the sexual tension.

I called Kira’s cell phone as soon as I got home, but she didn’t pick up.  I fired up the computer: if I couldn’t get off with another real live human being, I could at least whack off to some hot nasty porno.  Before I had gotten very far though, I heard Mom’s car pull into the drive.  Damn!  Home early twice in a row!  I pulled up my panties and buttoned my pants and closed the naughty web site, and managed to look pretty damn studious when she walked into the study.

I don’t know how she knew, but she knew.  I braced myself for her to be furious with me, and it took me a little while to figure out that she wasn’t.  She started off by telling me that she was wrong the other day, to tell me not to look at porn on the computer.  She said that she trusted my judgment, and that I could look at whatever I wanted online, as long as I didn’t get the computer infected.  That was kind of a relief; if I had gotten caught once, it was a pretty safe bet I’d get caught again.  Mom even asked me to show her some places to get hot porn.

At that point I breathed a secret sigh of relief: I wasn’t about to get busted for what I’d done that morning.  And then she started asking me about blowjobs, whether I’d given a lot of them (I hadn’t) and whether I liked giving them (I did!).  I was feeling really nervous at this point because I was pretty sure I was about to have to fess up to sucking her boyfriends’ cock that morning in the bathroom.

Mom sat down next to me and put her hand on my knee.  “Would you like to have sex with Sam?  While I watched?”

Oh My God, that certainly wasn’t what I was expecting to hear.  It actually knocked me speechless for a few moments.

“Mom,” I stammered, “You know I’m a virgin, right?”  Well, technically a virgin… Kira had had several fingers and a small vibrator up my pussy already.

“Well, yes, I guess I kind of figured you were…”

“I just… I always pictured having sex for the first time with a guy I was really in love with” It sounded kind of silly to me, when I heard myself say it, but it was true.  I guess I was kind of a romantic.

“I totally understand” Mom said.

There was kind of an awkward pause.  “I’d let him do me up the butt though.”

“You’d like that?”  Mom sounded shocked, mildly horrified.

“Oh Yeah.”  Sometimes when she went down on me, Kira would tickle my asshole with one finger, and what I really wanted, and hadn’t worked up the nerve to ask for yet, was for her to stick two or three fingers (or her vibrator) up there, and fuck me that way.  That was in fact, my most recent favorite topic of masturbation.

9.  Maureen

I had, of course, seen anal sex done in porn, and I have to admit that I found it hot.  I’d never imagined though, that the women actually got any pleasure out of the act: I’d though it was for a strictly male audience.  I looked at Alisha, looking at me, blushing, with big blue pleading eyes, and then I imagined her on my bed, and Sam impaling her little ass with his big cock.

“Sure,” I said, and gave her knee a little squeeze, “I bet he’ll be thrilled!”

10. Sam

Dinner was awesome, though we both had a hard time eating.  Maureen kept flirting with me, rubbing my thigh with her foot, asking me questions about my experience with Alisha in the bathroom: “Did I like her tits?”  “How much of you could she get in her mouth?”  “Doesn’t she have a nice ass?”

At one point, Maureen excused herself to the bathroom.  When she came back to the table, she slipped me her wadded-up red panties.  The crotch was damp.  I ‘accidentally’ dropped a fork, and dived under the table to retrieve it.  Maureen had her skirt piled up on her lap, and I stuck my head between her thighs and gave her juicy pussy a big slurp before resurfacing.  We were right on the verge of making a complete scene out of ourselves right there in the restaurant.  Fortunately about that time we finished out dinner, refused the waiter’s offer of coffee, paid the bill, and walked out to my truck.  I was pretty sure that everyone in the place was staring at the flagpole boner sticking out of the crotch of my pants.

In the truck, as we drove over to her house, Maureen fished my cock out and laid her head on my lap.  While I tried to concentrate on not getting us killed, she idly licked, kissed, fondled and occasionally swallowed my member.  It was about the most pleasurable –and distracting—drive I could remember.

“Have you ever had anal sex?” she asked me as we pulled into her driveway.

“Never have,” I answered honestly as I tucked my aching hard dick back into my jeans.  “It’s something I always wanted to try at least once, but I’ve never had the chance.”

Christ!  Just when I thought my dick couldn’t get any harder!

We walked in the front door, and there was Alisha, waiting for us, in her blue jeans and tank top.

Maureen gave her a big hug and a kiss on the forehead.  “You want to show me Honey?  Show me how you did it this morning.”

Alisha looked from her mom to me and blushed.  She actually blushed, it was painfully cute!  But then she got down on her knees in front of me, and I realized this was for real.

“Go ahead” Maureen said, and I unzipped my pants.  Alisha clumsily fished my dick out.  It was incredibly hard.  I think, if I hadn’t already come twice that day, that I would have shot off into her mouth the instant that she licked the underside of my cock with her soft little tongue.  As it was, I moaned out loud, and she took her cue to swallow my dick head.

“Take off your shirt!”  Maureen had flopped down on the couch to watch.  Alisha released my dick just long enough to pull her t-shirt up over her head and to reach behind and unsnap her bra.  Then she went right back to work.  Her boobs were just as big and perky and beautiful as I remembered, and they jiggled nicely as she bobbed up and down.  She was no longer trying to swallow the whole thing: this time she kept her mouth on the head, and was jerking off the shaft.  If she kept that up, I was going to come right in her mouth.

“God that’s hot!” Maureen had her skirt hiked up and her legs apart, and was fingering her snatch.  “Why don’t we all go upstairs to the bedroom?”

I took the opportunity to lose my pants, then Maureen and I followed Alisha up the stairs.  “Doesn’t she have a sexy ass?” Maureen commented to me on the way up.  Alisha turned around and grinned at us.

We all three piled onto Maureen’s bed.  Maureen’s skirt was already on the floor, and she stripped her top off, setting her gorgeous rack free.  Her nipples were pink and erect.

“I hope my tits look like yours when I’m grown up!” Alisha said.

“I bet I know what you’d like to do,” Maureen said to me as I peeled the vestiges of my clothes off.  Alisha lounged topless on the bed next to her mother, grinning and watching intently.  “I bet you’d like to lick her pussy!”

That wasn’t ALL I wanted to do to her, but she was absolutely right.  I did want to lick Alisha’s pussy.

Alisha unsnapped her jeans and allowed me to tug them off.  She was wearing green and white panties with roses printed on them.  I could see the crease of her pussy, and I thought I could detect a little damp spot in the crotch.

“Go ahead” Maureen said.  Alisha wiggled out of her underwear.  Her pussy had a neat little triangle of soft golden hair above it.  He shy little clitoris was just peeking out, and her petite little labia were pursed as if for a kiss.  She was very wet.

“She’s a virgin,” Maureen said, and I thought ‘this is as far as it goes: her mom would never let me fuck her if she’s a virgin.’   Alisha nodded seriously.  “Go ahead and lick her pussy.  When was the last time you got to lick a virgin pussy?”

I dove right in.  I tried to tease, to lick all around and be coy, but Alisha was having none of that.  “Lick my clit!” she moaned, grabbing me by the hair and directing me.  My tongue found her little button, and she reacted violently, tugging at my hair, grinding herself onto my face.

I had her small, round ass cupped in both hands, lifting her pussy into my face like it was a chalice.  She was delicious, and my face was covered in her slick juices.  She was also making a ton of noise, groaning and gasping and urging me on.  I was slurping her pussy, dragging my tongue up her slit and lavishing her clit.

I had an ass cheek in each hand, and when one finger ‘accidentally’ brushed against her tiny puckered rosebud, I thought I detected a change in the pitch of her moans.  Experimentally, I pressed just a little harder against her asshole, while I continued to lick.

“Oh fuck YES!  I’m going to come!”  I let my finger tip slip up into her anus, and licked her clit for all I was worth.  Her body shook as she came and came all over my face.

“Holy Shit that was hot!”  Maureen had two fingers up her pussy, and her clit was bright pink.  Alisha lay on her back, gasping.  My dick was still quite hard, and I was leaking a gossamer strand of sticky pre-come.

“Tell Sam what you want,” Maureen said.

“Would you like to fuck me in the ass?” Alisha asked quietly.  “It’d be my first time.”

10. Maureen

She looked so sexy, lying there naked on my bed, still flushed and sweaty from her orgasm.  I felt a surge of pride for my sexy little vixen.

When she told Sam what she wanted, I thought he might pop off right then.  His erect dick jerked and bobbed even as he stammered that he’d be happy to oblige if that was what she really wanted.

Oh, she wanted it alright!  Quick as a little salamander, she was on her hands and knees on my bed, her ass thrust up in the air like a cat in heat, her beautiful boobies hanging down swaying, her golden curls fallen all over her face.

I took the opportunity to reach over to the nightstand and open up the drawer.  I grabbed Blackie, my realistically shaped black silicone vibrator, and a tube of lube which I tossed over to Sam.

“Make it really slippery” I instructed him.  I realized that I had been masturbating shamelessly in front of my daughter: my fingers were all juicy and sticky.  Alisha had one hand busy between her legs.  I loved how sexy she looked, all naked and turned on.  I wondered if I had been that sexy when I was her age: at the time I had just felt awkward.

I watched greedily as Sam greased up his pole.  I had never yet seen his cock this hard.  Covered in slippery lube, it looked extra big and thick and sexy.  I couldn’t believe he was going to put that thing up Alisha’s butt.  I wondered what it would be like for him to do that to me.  I wondered if I might like it.

I twisted the knob on Blackie, and concentrated the buzzing tip on my clit.  Sam was rubbing his dick up and down between Alisha’s heavenly butt cheeks, and she was breathing heavily already and whimpering, “Put it in… put it in… slide it up my ass…”

Sam assumed a look of total concentration as with one hand he guided his engorged dick toward its target.  Alisha grunted, shifting her weight so that her head lay in my lap.  Her pretty mouth hung slightly open, her eyes were half closed.  That finger between her legs was making sexy squooshing noises.  I could feel their combined heat rolling over me.  The vibrations running through my clit were driving me insane.  I could feel Alisha’s breath on my inner thigh.

“Its too tight,” Sam gasped, “its not going to fit.”

“Keep going,” Alisha responded throatily, “keep going.  Just go slow, ok?”

He had both strong hands on her pale ass cheeks, spreading them far apart.  His face was rapt with concentration, his brow furled.  Alisha was panting.  I was going to come in a second.  Somewhat regretfully, I stopped directly stimulating my clit with the vibrator, and slid Blackie up my incredibly wet pussy.  It felt so fucking good to have that humming toy up my cunt!

“Oh Fuck, Yes!”  Alisha breathed.  “Fuck yes, I’m inside!” Sam gasped.

“Fuck that’s sexy!”  Alisha grabbed Blackie out of my hand and started thrusting it in and out of my slippery pussy.  This was way farther than I had intended anything to go, but I was far to turned on to stop it.  And it felt amazingly good!  “Fuck my ass!” she growled back at Sam, “I’m going to come!”

She wasn’t the only one!  Sam’s face was all red and he was biting his lower lip hard.  I was amazed.  He had every inch of that glorious cock up my daughter’s ass.  “Ohh!  Ohhhh!” he was growling, “Ohhhh fuuuuck!”

Alisha came too, shaking and crying, her face all screwed up, her tits shaking, “Ah ah ah ah ah yes!”  Her hand never stopped rubbing her clit, and her other hand was still jerking Blackie in and out, in and out of my hot cunt.  With one hand, I reached under my bottom and stimulated my own anus with a fingertip.  I’d never done that before, and it felt goood.  With my other hand, I strummed my poor over-excited little clit straight into heaving, screaming ecstasy.

When I could think straight again, Sam and Alisha were spooning, her face pressed against my thigh, his thick fingers idly tracing the crack of my vagina.  I realized with a bit of a start that I had one of Alisha’s rosy pink nipples pinched between my thumb and forefinger.  I gave it a playful tweak.

“So, who’s up for another round?”

END

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Wild Bill

September 23, 2009 at 4:20 pm · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , ,

“Hey Kid, you know the difference between kinky and perverted?”  Wild Bill put down the grinder and sat down beside me.

We were up on the thirteenth floor, a hundred feet or so above the sidewalk, sitting on a big steel beam.  All day he’d been grinding off angle clips, moving them two inches higher, clamping them in place; and then I would weld them back onto the steel column.  All kinds of fun.

“What’s the difference Bill?”  I’d been on the gang a little over two weeks, and Wild Bill and me had immediately hit it off.  He was probably 20 years older than me; when he forgot to shave his head, the stubble came in grey.  He had a little bit of a beer belly and a whole lot of jailhouse tattoos and some nasty scars and a collection of bent and twisted fingers that had all been broken many times over, but he was also piercingly intelligent, possessed of a sick sense of humor, and the man walked the high steel like a great, malevolent spider.  I kind of had a crush on him.

I’d come on as a welder, $25 an hour cash under the table.  Nobody ever asked to see my welding certification, which was good because I didn’t have one.  I’d learned to weld at art school, making huge and fantastically ugly sculptures out of steel.

“The difference is if you’re kinky you use a feather.  If you’re perverted you use the whole damn bird.”

Much later that day.  We were across the street at the Mother Superior, getting soused on cheap red wine.  Most of the gang drank Budweiser, but Wild Bill drinks wine and I did too.

“The important thing is to know whether you’re just kinky or fully perverted.”  Bill does that a lot: he picks up running where he’d left a conversation hours before.  He spent a lot of time in the joint (apparently he had a nasty habit of knocking over liquor stores and gas stations when he was younger), and that may be where he picked up that habit.  I found it alternately disorienting and endearing.

The rest of the gang: Carlos, Tulio, Ugly John and Jitters, had cut out a while ago.  It was a weeknight and we all had to be at work the next morning at seven, sober or not.  The place was pretty empty and kind of dark.  We were sitting at a small table in the corner, and I realized that we were sitting a little closer than strictly necessary, and that the sexual tension in the room was off the freaking charts.  I hadn’t masturbated in, well in several days, and all of a sudden my clit was stiff as a jelly bean.  I strongly suspected that my panties were more than a little bit moist.  I really wanted him to touch me.

Wild Bill poured me a short glass of wine, killing the bottle.  He leaned over the table and almost shyly placed one hand on my knee.  I swear all of a sudden I was sitting in a puddle of joy juice.  My panties were drenched and squishy.  He ran his other hand over his scarred, bald head.  “Would you care to step into my office?”

Well, that sounded just fine.

About two seconds later I found myself in a place I’d never been before: the men’s room of the Mother Superior Bar & Grill.  There was a urinal on the wall, a toilette with the seat up right next to it, and a sink.  The place smelled like pee and dirty man.

Wild Bill was leaning against the wall next to the paper towel dispenser, and I was on my knees on the filthy black-and-white tiled floor, trying to tug his jeans down.

Ok, I was a little drunk, and more than a little horny, and over-eager, and not very coordinated.  I had a lot of trouble with his button-fly.  It didn’t help that his boner was doing it’s best to burst through the denim.

Finally I got his pants down around his ankles.  It was then that I noticed his underwear.  Where I had expected to see tighty-whities or maybe striped boxers, Bill was wearing green, lacey, low-rise Victoria’s Secret bikini panties.  And his junk was protruding eagerly from the front of them.

Well, I liked his taste in panties!  I tugged the soft material down out of the way and his cock sprung out to meet me.  My friends, Wild Bill was HUNG!  I’m not especially a size queen, though a big dick sure looks good in porn; and I’m lousy at estimating penis size, but this was ridiculous, well outside the mean.  I didn’t think I’d be able to fit the entire thing in my mouth, but I was more than willing to give it a shot.

It was thick and veiney, and the bulbous head was bright red and oozing sweet, sticky boy-juice.

“Yeah, suck me good, Kid”

Well I certainly intended to!

I opened my mouth wide and swallowed.  I was right, I couldn’t get more than maybe half that thing inside my mouth.  I wondered what it would be like to try taking it in certain other places.  Probably pretty nice, given a proper warm-up.

His cock was alive, thrusting in my mouth, fucking my face.  I did my best to keep up, grasping his tight muscular buns in each hand and swirling my tongue all over his big dick, keeping my teeth well out of the way.  Bill had both hands in my hair, still thrusting, but honestly I was doing most of the work now that I knew how he wanted it, bobbing my head up and down his glistening rigid shaft.  Bill was moaning and groaning so loud I thought the whole bar could probably hear, and I didn’t care at all.  In fact, I thought it was pretty hot.

I slipped my middle finger in between his buttocks and started tickling his little hole.

“Aw fuck Kid, I’m gonna come!”  Bill did his absolute best to jam his whole cock down my throat, and I did my absolute best to accommodate him.

He howled out loud like he was giving birth or something and jammed my face into his crotch.  I penetrated his asshole with my middle finger and I felt his cock spasm in my mouth and then he was squirting copious amounts of hot sticky, salty, bitter semen.  I swallowed it all and stayed with him as his proud erection started to go soft.

“Do you mind if I piss in your mouth, Kid?”

“Mmm-mmm!” I agreed happily, lips wrapped around his much-reduced dick and eyes gazing worshipfully up at his scarred face.

It took him a few minutes to relax enough.  I kept expecting someone to thump on the bathroom door and ruin the moment, but thankfully we were left in peace just long enough.  He closed his eyes and bit his lip and I let his soft dick rest on my tongue and then I felt his balls twitch, and finally he let a squirt of pee out.  I swallowed it hungrily, and it was followed by another, stronger stream.  My mouth was suddenly full of his hot, salty piss, and I was having to swallow fast and hard to keep up.

I’d never tasted pee before, and I was relieved to find that it was non-disgusting.  Not exactly something I’d put on my breakfast cereal, but in the heat of the moment and fresh from the source, it certainly did the trick.

When he was all done, he withdrew his penis and I licked the last golden drops off the tip.  Then he pulled his panties back up, buttoned his jeans, kissed me roughly on the lips, and we exited the men’s room together.

I half-expected a standing ovation from the bar, but nobody was paying us any attention.  They were all busy getting drunk.  We freshened up our wine glasses.

“That was fucking awesome Kid.  You wanna hang out here some more, or do you feel like coming over to my place?”

His place.  Definitely.

Wild Bill’s place was out on Staten Island.  We took the ferry over there, standing on the deck in the moonlight watching the towers of Manhattan recede, bodies pressed together against the chill night wind.  He was big and strong and solid and alive next to me.  I was so fucking horny I could taste it.  I playfully felt up his dick through his work jeans.  He was nicely erect, long and hard.  So Bill was still horny too.

Bill put his arms around me and whispered huskily in my ear, “I can’t wait to suck your cock.”

Holy Shit.

He still thought I was a dude.

Honestly, I hadn’t set out to fool anyone.  I’m not built like a supermodel, I had short hair at the time; and if you’ve ever done outdoor construction work in New York in the winter, you know you have to wear a bunch of layers: long underwear, Carharrts, jog bra, t-shirt, sweater, thermal socks, etc etc.  Even my name is kind of androgynous; and the guys mostly just called me ‘Kid’ anyway.  Actually I’d kind of forgotten that there might be any confusion at all.  I wasn’t the strongest of the gang, but I certainly wasn’t the weakest either; I could pull my own weight.  It had never occurred to me that I had Bill fooled anyway.

I felt his erection, straining through his dirty jeans, and gave him a squeeze.  “I want you to fuck me cross-eyed” I whispered back.  I really wanted him to, too.

We stumbled off the ferry and into a taxi, and then after a short drive, we stumbled out of the taxi and up the steps into Wild Bill’s duplex apartment.

As soon as the front door closed behind us, we were all over each other.  Bill wasn’t a physically big guy –I was a hair taller than him-, but he was incredibly strong and solid and compact and it felt really good to have my hands all over him– on his stubbly, scarred face, around his shoulders, gripping his tight little butt.  He was a really good kisser; aggressive and sensitive and playful and not too much tongue.

We maneuvered, still smooching and groping, into Wild Bill’s living room.  A little shove from me and he went sprawling onto the floor.  His t-shirt went flying.  He had a wicked scar on his chest, as if someone had tried to do unauthorized open-heart surgery on him sometime in the past, and a lot of tattoos.  His jeans came off, and his green lace panties too.

I got him on his knees and stuck my face between his cheeks, doing my damndest to stick my tongue all the way up his ass while I tugged on his cock.

Bill was moaning and gurgling as I assaulted his tight little asshole with my wine-stained tongue.  If I got any hornier, I was going to soak all the way through my Carharrts.  I unbuttoned the fly and stuck a hand down my own panties, finding the situation down there shockingly slippery.

“If you keep that up, I’m going to come” Bill moaned into the carpet.  Well, I wasn’t that far off myself.

“I want you to fuck me now” I said.  I was grinding my fingers against my clitoris and teetering right on the brink.  His balls were drawn up tight and his oversized cock hung down thickly.

“Condom” he said, “Lube.”

While he rolled the condom on, I pulled my workpants and undies off and knelt down in front of him, ass thrust up lasciviously.  He applied lube to my rear end generously.  It was cold when it touched my sensitive flesh and it made me shiver delightfully.  I wiggled my ass and he chuckled.

He started fingering my butt and it felt heavenly.  I really wanted him to stick a couple fingers up my cunt while he was doing that, but I couldn’t exactly ask him for that.

“Do you like that Kid?” he asked.

Oh man, the things his fingers were doing to my backside!  I think my joy juice was running in streams down my thighs.  “I want you to fuck my ass hard” I told him.

“You want it,” he said, replacing the finger up my butt with his latex-wrapped cock between my cheeks, “you got it!”

I felt the head of his dick nudging at my asshole, and I breathed deep, trying to relax.  Between the lube and my own juice, I was incredibly wet back there.  He pushed forward, and the pressure back there increased.  Another gentle nudge forward.  I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to take this.  It almost hurt, I was right on the edge.

“You ok?”

“Yeah.  Keep going.  Slow.”

I couldn’t resist petting my wet cunt.  His  hand was pressing down on my lower back.  Just as my asshole started to get used to the idea it was getting invaded by the battleship Missouri, he pressed forward and there was a flash of pain and then it was gone and suddenly he was inside me.

The sensations back there were absolutely blowing me away.  I felt stretched to the limit, full of cock.  He started out gently, pressing in so I thought my clit would pop, then pulling all the way out, then shoving it back inside.

“Are you all the way in?”

“Almost”

“Do it harder.”

He had found his rhythm now, and he was using my ass for his pleasure.  I knew he was all the way in when his chest was pressed against my back.  He offered me a finger to suckle on, and reached around the front, presumably to jerk me off while he fucked my ass.

I felt his puzzlement as his hand groped my crotch, feeling for something that wasn’t there and then finding something very different indeed.

He stopped mid-thrust.  “You’re a girl?”

“Just fuck me!” I begged.

He complied, fucking my upturned ass harder and harder as I showed him I could take it.  He buried a long crooked finger up my sopping wet pussy.

“I’m gonna come girl!  I’m gonna fucking come in your asshole!”

Oh yeah.  The things his cock was doing to my ass, his finger up my cunt, my clit rubbing against the palm of his hand, two months of deprivation, nothing but solo action with fingers and vibrator; I went off like a roman candle, shooting balls of flame from every orifice.  I came and I came and I came, swearing like an ironworker, spitting and shaking and cursing and writing, impaled on his dick.  I heard him come more than I felt it, a long, drawn-out growl/groan, and he collapsed on top of me, breathing hard as if he had just run a race.

He carefully extracted his wilting condom-covered cock from my now super-sensitive asshole.  We drunkenly, sloppily kissed a little bit more, and then staggered off to his bed, where we both slept naked, like spoons in a drawer.

When Bill’s alarm went off at 4:30, his hand was cupping my breast, which felt right and good.  He got up, naked in all his scarred and tattooed glory, and started the coffee, then came back to bed.

“Why didn’tcha tell me?  I’d a fucked your pussy.”

I stretched and groped him lewdly.  “I wanted you to fuck my ass.  Maybe later on you can fuck my pussy.”

I liked watching him get dressed.  He put on a pair of girls’ panties again, a red g-string.  He caught me staring and winked.

Coffee and a quick taxi ride to the ferry.  It was still dark out and a few bright stars braved the light polluted sky over the city.  We sat quietly near the bow, surrounded by other bleary-eyed construction workers just trying to get to work.

“Sometimes I wear a butt plug to work,” Bill told me quietly, “Whatdya think, kinky or perverted?”

“Depends,” I told him, “Do I get to pee in your mouth after you eat me out?”

“Definitely perverted, Kid” Wild Bill chuckled, “Most definitely.”

END

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Rape Fantasy

June 29, 2009 at 6:04 pm · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , , ,

One Friday night, as we cuddled together and basked in the afterglow of a bout of some truly delicious but utterly vanilla sex, my boyfriend Saleem asked me a question that made me raise my eyebrows:

“Jen, have you ever had a rape fantasy?”

I was totally in love with Saleem that year; if I could have been anyone in the world at the time, I would have been him.  He was beautiful, smart and funny, generous, kind, intelligent and loving.  We had been together a year, and had shared an apartment in Williamsburg for the past six months.  He was great, a real keeper.  The only problem, as far as I was concerned, was that he was a little… tame in bed.

There was nothing wrong with his sex drive, far from it.  And vanilla is a nice flavor too.  But whenever I suggested anything even remotely kinky, the answer was always the same:

Bondage play, golden showers?  “Hmm, sounds interesting.”

Threesomes, spanking?  “That could be fun.”

Anal sex, exhibitionism?  “Could be interesting.”

Role playing, dildos?  Well you get the picture.  He was always positive but noncommittal, and it never happened. Saleem’s idea of kinky was going down on me with the lights on.  And he was pretty freaking good at that, I have to say.

So that is why I was surprised when Saleem asked me about rape fantasy.  He had never talked about his sexual fantasies before, and I was pleased to hear him opening up.

“Yeah” I said, giving him a squeeze “I bet most people have.”

“Would you ever… you know… want to act it out?”  Saleem got embarrassed easily talking about sex.  This was by far the most he had ever shared with me about his own fantasies.

“Sure” I said “That would be a blast.”  Play rape wasn’t really very high on my personal list of fantasies, but I had told Saleem many times that I was up for anything.  And hey, it might just be fun.

“Could be interesting” Saleem said.  I could tell he was turned on again.  He crawled on top of me, and we sixty-nined until his talented tongue had given me a couple yummy orgasms, and his big beautiful cock had spurted a fresh load of come into my hungry mouth.

The next day was Saturday, and we rode our bikes to the park and had a picnic and played Frisbee with friends.  Then we rented a movie, drank beer, and crashed out.

I woke up early on Sunday morning, and ran upstairs to have a little chat with our neighbor Audrey.

Audrey didn’t look like a dyke; at least I didn’t think so.  She had big eyes and ears that stuck out and seemed almost pointed at the ends.  She actually looked more than a little like a Tolkien elf.  She was waif-thin, with almost non-existent hips and butt, and a nearly flat chest.  She had fine features, a pleasant laugh, and hair down to the middle of her shoulder blades that varied wildly in color from day to day.  It could be anywhere from magenta to electric blue.  Today it was bleach blonde.  She had a tiny nose stud, but aside from that and the hair, she dressed fairly conservatively.  She wore more makeup than I ever did.  She worked in some dot-com where she pulled long hours and made money by the wheelbarrow full.

Audrey and I had slept together once, when Saleem and I had first moved in to the building.  It had been a lapse of judgment on my part, but even though I felt really guilty about it, I couldn’t quite bring myself to regret the incident.  Audrey might be a skinny little thing, but I swear her tongue was about three feet long and she could do push-up with it.  Holy shit, the things she had done with that tongue…!

The three of us had become friends, and we hung out fairly often.  Sometimes Audrey would hit on me, but not too hard.  I had hinted broadly to Saleem that I was attracted to her and wouldn’t mind watching him fuck her, but the only response I got was “Hmmm. Could be fun.”

When Saleem woke up, we had a hot cup of coffee ready for him.  His hands were cuffed and tied securely to the headboard, and his feet were velcroed to a spreader bar; these were items that had come down with us from Audrey’s apartment.  We had thought about gagging him, but had decided against it.  For now.

“What the hell is going on?” he spat as he struggled into consciousness.  Saleem has never been much of a morning person. “Jen, untie me, let me go!”

“Do you want the coffee or not?” I asked coldly “Bitch”

“Yes” he said, as Audrey brought the mug to his lips.  He drank deeply “Please tell me what is going on?”

“Fuck you” Audrey said, putting the cup down on the side table and slapping him across the face.  I winced, that was hard. “You’re ours now Cunt.  Our property.”

“What?” Saleem looked over at me.

“Shut the fuck up Bitch” I told him sternly “And things will go easier for you.”

“I’ve got to pee” he complained.

“So what’s stopping you?” asked Audrey, picking up an empty pint glass from the dresser.

When it became clear that we weren’t going to untie him or let him up to use the bathroom, Saleem realized that he would have to pee in the cup or humiliate himself by pissing all over himself and the bed.  Audrey held his limp penis, and he tried to go, but he couldn’t release.  It was cute watching him struggle to relieve his swollen bladder.  I probably didn’t help matters much by pressing on his stomach.  Finally, nature took over, and Saleem let go with a yellow flood that seemed to go on forever.  We laughed at him as Audrey directed the stream into the glass.  I was a little worried that it would be more than the pint glass could hold, but it wasn’t.

We left him there to stew for a little while, while we flushed his urine, and smoked a joint in the living room.  I was having a lot of fun, and seeing my boyfriend naked and helpless on the bed was more of a turn-on then I ever would have thought.

When we came back, pleasantly stoned, he again begged us to let him go.  It was kind of cute, but it got annoying.  Audrey had to gag him with a pair of my dirty panties just to shut him up.  Saleem struggled and glared, but he wasn’t going anywhere.

Audrey and me started making out on the foot of the bed.  At first it was mostly just to tease him, but we got really into it.  Pretty soon I had all but forgotten about Saleem and his predicament there on the bed with us.  Audrey is a really good kisser, but I had forgotten just how good she is.   I got lost in her lips and her tender touch.  Clothes went flying, and before long, we were down to panties.  Audrey was all over my tits, which she seemed to enjoy immensely.  I was playing with her nipples, which were smallish, brown, hard as rocks, and pierced with thick gold rings.  She moaned as I tugged hard on her rings, distending her titties as she sucked on my own sensitive nipples.  My clit was humming, and my panties were drenched.

I looked over and realized that Saleem had grown an erection while Audrey and I had been playing.  I pointed this out to her.

“You fucking little slut” Audrey snarled “You got turned on watching me with your girlfriend, didn’t you?” Saleem nodded.  She slapped his dick hard, which only seemed to make him harder “You’re lucky we don’t cut your balls off, you know that?”

Turning to me, she said “I think it’s time he got a taste of pussy, don’t you?”

I agreed, though I would happily have been the one tied up between Audrey’s thighs at that moment.  She pulled off her high-cut bikini underwear, revealing just how naked she was.  Audrey had waxed her cunt recently, and there wasn’t a hair to be found down there, she was bald as Patrick Stewart.  She sported a tattoo that I love on her left ass-cheek of winged faerie girl, legs spread wide, masturbating with two delicate fingers

I felt just a twinge of jealousy as Audrey undid Saleem’s gag and crawled on for a ride.  She sat on his face, mercilessly rubbing her bald snatch up and down on his tongue.  From the sounds she was making, he was doing a pretty damn good job down there too.  The man gave good head, that was a fact, and Audrey seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. Meanwhile I pulled off my own more than damp underwear, and fumbled with the straps of Audrey’s harness.

The dildo that she had fixed onto it wasn’t that huge.  It was black and silicone, and realistically shaped, down to a pair of balls that were supposed to stimulate your clit.  A lipstick vibrator fit into a slot at the base.  It hummed pleasantly against my pussy.

Audrey was bent over Saleem’s face now, her small tits hanging down, rings glistening and jerking as he tongued her distended clit.  I crawled on top of him, enjoying the sensation of his hard penis sliding down my stomach.  It felt weird to have a big fake cock projecting from my crotch, waggling every time I moved.  Weird, but not unpleasant.

Audrey’s asscheeks were spread wide apart as Saleem pleasured her, and I just couldn’t resist licking her sexy ass.  I licked up and down her crack, teasing her until her little rosebud was gasping and winking for attention.  Finally I pressed my tongue into her hole, tasting her earthy, sexy taste, driving my tongue as far up her backside as I could while Saleem slurped away at her wet cunt.  She came, cussing like an ironworker and grinding onto Saleem’s mouth.

While she recovered, Saleem and I kissed.  She was all over his face, and I liked tasting her slick wetness on him.  It made kissing him feel nasty and naughty.  There was no more whining to be let go, and his nice big cock was harder than ever.

“The little slut is a pretty good pussy-eater” Audrey said “Not as good as you though.”  I blushed at the memory.  “I think he’s ready to get fucked, don’t you?”

That was when Saleem notice the strap-on for the first time.  His eyes went wide, but he didn’t say anything.

Together, we rolled him over and onto his knees.  “Make him suck your cock” Audrey told me.

I offered the dildo to him, and he obediently opened his mouth and started sucking.  He looked cute like that, but it didn’t really do that much for me.  The little vibrator was buzzing away inside the silicone cock, but it wasn’t being pressed against me enough to do that much.  I reached down and fingered myself as Saleem sucked.  I was surprised to find just how wet I had become; joy juice was literally flowing down the insides of my thighs.

“I think he’s enjoying this” I told Audrey “Horny little slut.”  I grabbed a handful of hair and forced Saleem down on my phallus until he choked and gagged.  I held his head down there.  When I finally let him up, his face was all red and he was gasping for air.  What a feeling of power!

Meanwhile, Audrey had retrieved the little bottle of AstroGlide from the bedside table, and was applying it to Saleem’s cute little backside.  He jumped a little the first time she touched him there, but then he seemed to relax.  I couldn’t WAIT to fuck that little hole!

“I think he’s ready” Audrey told me.  I disengaged my cock from Saleem’s mouth, and joined her behind my boyfriend.  Audrey had her forefinger buried to the knuckle in his puckered asshole, and she was sliding it in and out.  I was so horny at that point I thought I might shoot come right out the end of my silicone dildo.

Audrey removed her finger, and I just couldn’t help but lick him there a little bit.  He moaned and sighed as my tongue invaded his nether regions.  Audrey kept her hand on his balls, giving them a firm squeeze now and then, just to make sure he didn’t get too worked up.

“Are you ready to get fucked up the ass?” she asked rhetorically “Do you want to feel what Andrea feels when you fuck her asshole?”

“He’s never fucked me back there.” I told her.

“Is that true?” she asked.  He nodded ‘Yes’.

“Well we’ll have to change that later on, won’t we?”

“Oh yeah” I said, “We definitely need to change that!”

Audrey helped me get the end of my cock positioned at his anus.  She squirted a little extra lube on just for good measure.  Then she repositioned herself so that Saleem could, if he craned his neck, get his tongue on her wide open pussy.  “Fuck him” she told me “Fuck that fucking little slut bitch.”

I wanted to tease him a little first.  As he lapped at Audrey’s pussy and she rubbed her clit and pulled on her nipples, I drew the dildo up and down his ass crack, nudging it against his ball sac and tickling his asshole.  He pressed back eagerly whenever the end of it contacted his anus.

“Goddamn it!” he exploded “Come on Jen, stop teasing and fuck me already!”

“Say ‘please’!” I chided

“Please… Please fuck my ass!”

That was enough for me.  I pressed forward, and his asshole opened up, and suddenly the head of my black silicone cock disappeared inside his anus.  Saleem moaned loudly, throwing back his head and squeezing his eyes closed tight.  I think it was a happy moan.  I thrust forward a little more, and he humped back toward me, burying the fat dildo inch by inch into his hungry asshole.  He was tight, so I took it slow, but I wasn’t gentle.  I slapped his sweet buns hard as I buried my cock in his sexy little butt.  I liked seeing my handprint raised on his light brown flesh.  It looked sexy.

Once I was all the way up inside, I started fucking him in earnest, grabbing a fistful of his hair and mashing his face into Audrey’s cunt.  I fucked him hard and selfishly.  I was surprised at how goddamn good it felt.  Aside from the raw sexual power of taking my lover this way, aside from the delightful visual spectical of the slippery black cock sliding in and out of Saleem’s ass while he strained to orally pleasure sexy naked Audrey, the little vibrator in the base of the dildo was really doing its work now, humming against my throbbing clit with every thrust.  I was a little surprised to discover that I was actually going to come from this.  I fucked him harder.  He moaned out loud from between Audrey’s pale thighs.

I came, pulling on my nipples and grinding my clit against his butt.  Every inch of my cock was buried in his asshole.  My legs were soaked and slippery with my own juice.  Gently, I disengaged the dildo from his poor abused little asshole, and slipped out of the harness.

Audrey kissed me, and fingered my totally wet pussy.  “That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen” she whispered in my ear.  “Poor thing” she said aloud “Don’t you think we ought to let him come?”

Saleem’s cock was swollen and the head was bright purple and leaking clear precome all over his tummy.  I would have loved to have taken him in my mouth, but Audrey had other ideas.

“I want to fist him” she said

“I don’t know if I can take it” Saleem said quietly

“Do you think he can take it?” I asked.  Audrey has small hands, but they aren’t that small.

“Oh he’ll take it alright” she said, smiling evilly “He will if he wants to come anyway.”

Saleem still had his doubts, but we ignored him.  We got him onto his back on the bed, knees in the air, feet still lashed to the spreader bar, asshole exposed and vulnerable.

Audrey covered her hand in lube, squirting more on his poor tender anus for good measure, as I softly stroked his cock and pinched his little nipples.  He was really close to coming, I could tell.

Audrey was soon fucking him with three slippery fingers.  He accepted them easily, and seemed to enjoy her attention.  I rubbed his cock very softly, careful not to push him over the edge.

Audrey added a fourth finger, and he winced.  “You don’t get to get off” I reminded him “Until her whole fist is up there.”

Audrey was trying to get her thumb in.  Her hand was now shaped like the bill of a duck.  I wouldn’t have thought that poor Saleem’s ass was so pliable, but he was spread wide open.  His cock looked like it was about to explode.  It was trembling, and the purple veins were bulging out.  I removed my hand, and petted my own needy clit.

Suddenly he opened up, Audrey pressed forward, and her hand disappeared inside him up to her slender wrist.  They both gasped aloud in surprise and pleasure.  Audrey’s fingers were busy between her own legs.  I brought my hand to his engorged cock, to jerk him to a well-deserved climax.  Saleem’s body writhed and bucked and twisted as Audrey fist-fucked him and I moved my hand wildly up and down his beautiful dick. His orgasm seemed to last forever, squirting what seemed like gallons of semen all over his chest, my face, and Audrey’s tits.

We untied him, and removed Audrey’s hand, and let him get up and go to the bathroom.  After a shower, the three of us spent most of the rest of the day in bed, alternately fucking, sucking, cuddling and napping.

Later, when Audrey had gone home, Saleem told me “Jen that was incredible.  I never would have imagined that such a thing could be so pleasurable.”

“Hey” I said “It was your fantasy.”

Then it struck me: when he had said ‘Rape Fantasy’ you don’t suppose he had meant ME being the one who got raped, do you?

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