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Switching It Up

June 22, 2009 at 3:40 pm · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , ,

I was fresh out of the shower. My skin was clean and pink. As I sprawled on the bed in the Saturday morning sunlight, I could hear Elise in there, running the water, and my cock twitched with anticipation.

We were going to be switching it up that day, and I could hardly wait. Usually it’s me who does the tying up, administers the spankings. Which is a ton of fun, believe me, but now and then its nice to get to relax and be on the receiving end of things.

Elise came back into the bedroom, resplendent in her nakedness. I admired her perfect little breasts and the soft triangle of golden hair between her legs. She carefully bound my wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed, leaving me spread-eagled, flat on my back. My penis was already heavy and halfway hard between my legs as I imagined what was going to be coming next.

“Is that my cell phone ringing?” she asked. I couldn’t hear anything. She slipped out of the room, and I heard a muffled one-way conversation. I couldn’t make out any words beyond ‘yeah, uh-huh’. She flounced back into the room, grinning like a Cheshire cat, pulled on a baggy pair of jeans (no underwear) and a t-shirt that did little to conceal her jiggly little breasts.  She gathered her long blonde hair into a pony tail, fluttered a little ‘Goodbye’ wave, and disappeared.

It’s hard to say exactly how much time passed. I couldn’t see the clock; I didn’t have any frame of reference. My guess would be more than half an hour, but less than a couple hours. My mood shifted from excited horniness to bored frustration to annoyance. I had an itch on my nose that I couldn’t do anything about. I tested and tugged at my bonds.  Nothing; I was securely fastened to the bed.  I was just about to abandon all dignity and start hollering her name out loud when I heard the front door open and shut.

I heard hushed girly voices in the hall, and stifled giggling, and then they burst into the bedroom. Elise was followed closely by Jenny, our downstairs neighbor.

I’d had a crush on Jenny for a while, though I hadn’t told Elise about it. I thought Jenny was sexy as hell. She didn’t have a supermodel’s stick figure, but her body was all exuberant curves and softness, and she had a wild mop of flame red hair and a plump pair of boobs. How many times had I watched that plump sexy ass wiggling down the street or up the stairs, and wondered what exactly was going on under the skirt or the blue jeans that concealed it?

I felt deeply self conscious as the girls brazenly ogled me, pointing and giggling at my nakedness and vulnerability.   “He’s pretty cute naked,” Jenny said, “I want to see him with a hard dick.”  Then Elise put her arms around Jenny and they started open-mouth kissing right in front of me.

For the moment, I seemed to be completely forgotten. They were kissing passionately, totally wrapped up in each other. Elise had wriggled out of her shirt, and Jenny was all over her beautiful little tits, sucking on the pink up-turned nipples. Elise was trying to get Jenny’s white camisole off, and Jenny had her hands down Elise’s pants. Finally the top came off, and Jenny’s big round breasts spilled out into the room.

The girls tumbled onto the bed, jostling me in my tied-up state. Without even noticing it, I had developed a raging erection just watching them make out. Elise kissed me on the lips and playfully tweaked my nipples, making them hard and poiky. Then she was all over Jenny, pulling off her flower-print skirt, revealing yellow and pink bikini panties which were lying on the bedroom floor in very short order.

Jenny had a lovely body. Both me and Elise were enchanted. Her breasts were large and globular, with big pink erect nipples that pointed slightly off to either side. Her soft round belly was accented with a navel ring. Her pussy was soft and plump and totally bare. I’d never seen that before in real life, outside of porn. I had to admit it looked really good on her. I liked that you could see every bit, every single fold of her sex. I didn’t have much of a chance to gape though, because Jenny climbed up on top of me, straddling my face, and presenting her wide-open, slippery wet pussy to my tongue. Her fat pink clit strained out to touch me. I happily obliged, slurping up and down between her labia and flicking her clitoris up and down and left and right while she ground herself off on me. She tasted clean and female and sexy. I could feel my cock leaking wetness onto my tummy as I licked. She came fast, she came hard and loud, and I couldn’t breathe for a while, but I kept licking all the way through it.

When she was finally done coming, she shifted herself, removing her pussy from my soaking wet slick face. She presented her ass to me, spreading her cheeks obscenely. Her tiny little rosebud winked at me. “You know what I want,” she told me, “Go ahead. You know exactly what to do, don’t you?”

I certainly did. I caught a glimpse of Elise (now fully naked) fondling Jenny’s breasts, and then I dove right in. I teased her as long as I could stand to, running my tongue up and down the crack of her ass and kissing all around, avoiding that needy little hole until she was moaning out loud with frustration and desire. I flicked her asshole with the tip of my tongue, and she sighed, and I felt a hand -somebody’s hand- on my poor neglected cock. I ate her ass out like a dog licking out a tin can, driving my tongue as far up her asshole as I could. She certainly seemed to enjoy the ride. Her fingers were busy on her own clit as I licked.  The hand slowly and softly petting my dick was driving me insane: never stimulating me quite enough to bring me off or even very close; just stringing me along. It was a delicious kind of frustration.

Finally Jenny climbed off, which was probably for the best because my tongue was starting to cramp up. She flashed me a big fat smile and said to Elise, “Oh, he’s gooood!”  They both giggled raucously, and kissed some more.  My cock twitched helplessly.

Then the girls started to give me a double blowjob, which was really amazing, and sexy as hell to watch: me tied up and helpless while two hot naked women worked over my dick. But distressingly quickly they got all distracted by each other again and started kissing and touching and playing with each other’s tits.  And then they seemed to forget all about me for a while.

I was treated to an awesome view of Jenny eating out Elise’s juicy, golden-haired petite-lipped pussy. Then they moved into a 69 position right next to me on the bed.   Just watching the show made my cock stand straight up like a flag pole. I wanted to get off, I wanted to touch my dick, to make myself come. I was humping the air with frustration, leaking clear pre-come like a drain spout, but there was no way. I just had to lay there and suffer.

Elise (who was on the bottom) was lapping hungrily at Jenny’s clit, and had two fingers up her wet twat, finger fucking our sexy neighbor with a vengeance.  I could see Jenny’s anus winking between her cheeks, and wanted so bad it hurt to bury my cock in that sweet little hole.

Finally the girls came, first Elise in muffled, high-pitched gasps; then Jenny, wailing and snarling and moaning and kicking her legs. They disentangled, and came up, kissing each other with sticky, wet lips, grinning and giggling.

“He likes taking it up the ass.” Elise informed Jenny. I was a little of mortified. Nobody except Elise had ever known that about me. I felt myself blushing, a deep red full-body blush.  My erection flopped against my tummy, and my balls ached.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Jenny said sweetly, “There’s nothing wrong with liking that. I like it up the butt from time to time myself.  I think it’s hot.”

Elise untied my ankles and pressed my knees back toward my ears. I felt terribly vulnerable, exposed. Jenny had located our bottle of lube, and was slicking up her fingers.

The lube felt cool against my asshole. I wanted it, but I couldn’t relax. Jenny was patient. Elise less so: she started smacking my ass-cheeks, HARD, which stung like a mother-fucker.  She pinched and twisted and pulled on my poor little nipples until I was begging and whining for mercy.  This made both the girls grin.

Jenny’s finger finally worked its way up inside, probing and stretching me. It felt so good. I realized that I was moaning out load. “He really likes it,” Jenny gloated, “Mmm what a nasty little slut.”

She slid her finger in and out of me like a miniature cock. I got into the rhythm of it, relaxing and letting myself enjoy the sensation. Jenny’s big tits swung with every little movement. She poured on more lube and added another finger.

I looked over and saw Elise, kneeling next to us, eyes fixed on my goods. She had fetched her blue vibrator out of the drawer, and it was buzzing happily away, sliding in and out of her sopping wet pussy and grinding against her clit.

Jenny had three or maybe even four fingers up inside me, stretching me to my utmost. She was fucking me hard, with a vengeance, making her boobs shake. I was going to come at any second. It was amazing, indescribable, beyond pleasure or pain, almost more than I could take. My body arched up to meet her every stroke. Fingers buried deep inside my body, she leaned forward, stuck out her tongue, and traced the underside of my cock, following the vein that led from my balls slowly all the way up to the head. When her tongue touched my swollen purple cock head, I shot off. I screamed something, I don’t even know what, out loud, and my body spasmed and unloaded. The first jet squirted up my chest, all the rest went straight into Jenny’s mouth. My orgasm seemed to go on and on as wave after wave of pleasure racked my body. At last my limp penis slipped from Jenny’s reluctant mouth, and she extracted her fingers from my tender butt. Elise untied me, and we all took turns showering, then got dressed and went out for a late breakfast.

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The View From My Window

June 16, 2009 at 11:00 am · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , , ,

It had been cold and threatening all day, with heavy gunmetal-grey clouds lurking overhead.  As I was walking home from work it started to snow.  Big wet flakes that melted as soon as they made contact with the pavement.  Soon there was a layer of slush on the sidewalk that soaked right through my canvas sneakers and stockings, chilling my feet straight through to the bone.

I was already feeling blue.  It was November, coming up to Thanksgiving, which meant that it was dark when I left for work in the morning, and it was dark when I went home at night.  My job was boring, I was dirt-poor, and I lived alone in a crappy old ex-industrial apartment five floors up in a really crappy part of Brooklyn.  This wasn’t really what I’d pictured when I’d moved to New York two years ago.

The plan for the evening, such as it was, was to go home, boil up a pot of mac and cheese (which I was by now incredibly sick of), and surf the internet for porn for a couple hours and then to masturbate until my clit was too tender to touch and my eyes wouldn’t stay open.  Pretty much the standard Friday night routine.

At 25, I felt like the oldest living virgin in New York City, and definitely the horniest.  I was constantly annoyed with the body I had inherited from my Japanese mother and my Dutch father. Asian girls are supposed to be waif thin; I was short and round, much like a steamed dumpling with legs.  That was my parents’ nickname for my: Dumpling.  To make matters worse, I wore glasses; annoying thick glasses that I was constantly misplacing.  And I was shy; chronically, painfully shy.

When I was in high school, I couldn’t wait to be in college.  When I was in college, I couldn’t wait to graduate.  And now I was in New York City: patching ATM machine code by day; working on a novel that did not yet have a name by night; and masturbating pretty much all the time in between.

It was only by lucky chance that I noticed at all.  When I got into the dark little apartment, instead of turning on the lights right away, I kicked off my wet shoes and padded across the room in my cold damp socks to turn on the computer. It had been a long, stupid, frustrating day at work, and I had been obnoxiously horny all day.  At my desk, I had been constantly aware of my clitoris inside my panties, feeling all swollen and sensitive.  A couple of times I had reached up inside my shirt and tweaked my nipples, savoring the electric sensation that coursed straight through my body down to my clit.  Delicious torture.  I could have just gone to the ladies room and masturbated right there (and some days that is exactly what I would have done); but today I preferred to wait and do it properly.  And besides, I wanted to look at pictures.  I have been told that females are less visually inclined than males, but frankly I don’t believe a word of it.  Lately I had been on a big kick for Blacks on Blondes, and I really wanted to get myself off while watching some hot black dude with a big dick fuck some cute white chick right up the butt.  I didn’t know the why of it, I just knew it was really hot.

Standing there with cold wet feet in the middle of my dark apartment, waiting for the dreadfully slow computer to finish booting up, I happened to look out the window.

One floor down, in the building across the street, there was an apartment with the lights on, and nothing obstructing the windows.  As I looked out across the way, the most beautiful black guy I had ever seen walked across his bedroom, completely stark naked.

Later on I figured I was lucky that my double-take didn’t send my glasses shooting off my face; I never would have found them in time to appreciate the view.  The guy was probably a little younger than me, most likely in his early twenties; tall and thin as a willow, with compact, well defined muscles, the body of a dancer.  He had very short kinky black hair atop his head, and dark dark chocolate skin, no body fat whatsoever, and not one strand of body hair.  His dick hung, naked and exposed, wiggling in an oddly fetching way as he walked; and where there should have a triangle of pubic hair, there was just smooth brown skin.

I had never actually seen a man naked before.  Not in person, anyway; I’d seen plenty in porn of course. I’m the queen of missed opportunities: I always seemed to turn into a quivering bowl of tongue-tied jelly any time I found myself in the presence of a guy I was in any way attracted to.  Frustrating, yes, but I have learned that there are ways of dealing with frustration.

I stood there, open-mouthed and staring, as he turned around, exposing his perfect taught black ass; bent down, picked up a pair of white boxer shorts, pulled them on, and turned off the light as he walked out of the room.

Well!  This beat internet porn all to hell.  I pulled off my damp clothes and positioned myself on the windowsill (my loft apartment had these huge industrial windows with sills big enough to sit in.  Beautiful, but a real pain to heat in the winter) Vibrator in hand, I masturbated to a quick and explosive orgasm right then and there.  Then, lust temporarily sated, I cooked up a pot of mac and sleaze, and looked at dirty pictures on the net until well after midnight, one hand constantly busy between my thighs, and one eye constantly cocked on the apartment across the way, hoping to catch my beautiful neighbor coming home.

The next day was Saturday, my writing day. I went in to Manhattan, and in a high-end photo store run by orthodox Jews, with shaking hands I spent almost the entire remaining contents of my savings account on a good pair of binoculars.

Through the afternoon I genuinely tried to work on the novel.  Very little actual writing got done however.  As I sat typing at the computer, I realized that fewer and fewer words were actually coming out.  Eventually I just abandoned it and alternated between SimCity and porn.  By late afternoon it was dark outside and darker in my apartment, and as I sat in the pale blue glow of the computer monitor, I kept glancing through the window, checking for signs of life across the street.

As soon as I saw the light click on, I lunged for my new binoculars.  My hands were shaking too much; I had to rest my elbows on the window sill to hold the image steady.  The view was amazing.  I could have read over his shoulder with those glasses.  He was getting undressed; I caught a tantalizing glimpse of his brown cock and balls, and then he turned out the light.

Over the next few days, I became a bit obsessed.  This wasn’t surprising; I was naturally a bit of an obsessive, that was part of what made me a good coder; but it confirmed my belief that I really and truly was a serious pervert.  I waited for him to get up in the morning; I waited for him to come home at night.  I became paranoid that he might see my, sitting in the window sill in the darkened apartment with my binoculars pressed to my eyes.  But that didn’t stop my.  I caught him naked a few times.  I held my breath, trying to keep him centered in the binoculars while he walked around naked in his bedroom.  But mostly, I got bored with sitting there, looking across the street at an empty room, waiting for him to come in.

And then, on Friday night, when I had all but lost hope of seeing anything good, and was starting to seriously regret dropping way more money than I could realistically afford on a pair of binoculars I really didn’t need, I struck gold.

I didn’t even see him come in.  I just happened to glance across the street and noticed that his light was on.  Then I noticed that he was lying naked on his bed, and almost broke my neck tripping over my feet as I grabbed the binoculars and ran over to the window.

It was like being six inches away from him.  I could see every detail.  His cock was rock hard, his balls were drawn in tight as he slowly stroked himself.  It was beautiful.  I could almost see the veins pulsing on his shaft.  The head was the darkest dark purple, and as his hand moved up and down the length of it, I reached inside my own panties and confirmed that I was in fact wet and slippery as an eel. A very wet eel.

I momentarily lost him from my field of vision as he changed position on the bed, nearly panicked and then found him again, kneeling on the bed, rummaging through the drawer of his bedside table.

What a sexy ass!  So tight and smooth and strong.  I imagined running my hands over that ass, pulling it close, opening my mouth to swallow the beautiful black cock on the front end, squeezing those brown cheeks in little pale hands… Damn!  Those panties of mine were just getting in the way, no doubt!

Relieved of those annoying panties (to say nothing of the sweatpants around my ankles that had been threatening to trip my flat on my face), I found him again in the binoculars.  He was on his hands and knees on the bed, that fat juicy cock dangling heavily between his legs.  I could even make out a drop of precome hovering on the end of his dick, threatening to dribble down onto the white sheet.  With one hand I caressed my clitoris, spreading my juices liberally around.  “Oh the things I would do to that cock, if only it were in MY bed.”

And then I saw what he had in his hands.  Wow!  I was shocked enough to stop (at least for a moment) what I was doing downstairs.  He had a dildo in his hands, a big one, bigger than any of my own toys; made of a sparkly blue material molded to look just like a lifelike dick, right down to a truncated pair of balls on the base.  He was carefully coating it with lube from a small clear bottle.

Oh Damn.  Did this mean that my neighbor was gay?  And if so, what did that do to my fantasies about him?  It took only a few moments of consideration to decide that it didn’t matter.  Not really at all.

Across the street, my beautiful neighbor was working hard on impaling himself with the big blue dildo.  I had a prime view of it too.  He was facing directly away from my, his ass thrust up in the air like a cat in heat, his smooth balls and cock dangling down.  I even got a glimpse of his asshole (tiny crinkled little thing, was he really going to shove that big fat toy up there?) before it was obscured by his hands and the dildo.

It took a while for him to get it up inside.  He took it slow, working it very gently in and out, and adding more lube before pushing hard with one hand while the other hand pried his ass apart.  I could almost hear him sigh when, at last, the pink toy slid past his anal opening and disappeared into his lean body.

Meanwhile, I hadn’t been idle.  If at first I was shocked that I found a boy toying himself to be a turn-on, I quickly realized that I was responding to it in a big way.  In fact I was having trouble keeping the binoculars trained on him and my finger on my clit at the same time.  I was kneeling at the windowsill with one hand busy between my legs, an elbow propped up on the sill, my free hand holding the trembling field glasses.

He rolled over onto his back, toes facing my direction.  His dick was grasped tightly in one hand, and the other hand working the dildo gently in and out.  His eyes were shut tight and -fuck me!- his nipples were tiny and dark and pointy –just like little Hershey’s kisses!–  His hand was moving so fast on his dick that it was a blur and at that moment I wanted more than anything to be lying on top of him, kissing him on the mouth at the instant he shot off.

And he did shoot off.  God, it was so much better than any porn, ever!  He arched his back, his toes curled (oh yes they did!) and he squirted gobs and gobs of pearly white boy come all over his smooth dark tummy and chest.

When it was over, when he had milked every last drop from his wilting penis and when he had extracted his dildo and had grabbed a Kleenex to wipe up the mess on his chest (Which would certainly not have gone to waste had I been there!), I finally set down the binoculars, lay down on my back hardwood floor, and got myself off.  I had been right on the edge for so long, it was a cinch to come at last.  I worked my clit and slipped my fingers in and out of my pussy and tickled my asshole, pretending that it was his fingers exploring my body.  The orgasm was so nice I went for a second one right away, replaying the scene I had just watched over and over again in my head.

After I had come no less than three times, I got up off my ass and drank a tall glass of water.  The apartment across the way was dark and still.  I sat down at the computer and managed to get the better part of a chapter written before falling asleep just before two in the morning.

All weekend, and all the next week I was vigilant.  And unlucky.  I barely ever seemed to catch him at home.  I caught him in his underpants a couple of times; that was the extent of my voyeuristic thrills.

That Friday, my luck changed again.  I was sitting by the window, having gotten sick of staring at a blank page on my computer screen and not ready to give up and go for the porn yet.  Across the way, his window was dark.  The sky was inky black.  Heavy clouds had been gathering all day, and snow was in the forecast again.  It was bitterly cold outside.

Without warning, his light flicked on, and he walked into the room.  And he was not alone this time.  There was a pretty blonde girl with him, and she had her arm possessively around his waist.

By the time I had found my binoculars and gotten them to focus, the happy couple was up on the bed making out.  As I watched, Neighbor Guy pulled the Blonde Girl’s sweater up and off.  It wasn’t fair; she was skinny AND she had big tits.

He played with her boobs for a while, and I had to admit that they were a lovely set.  Then she pulled off his shirt, and I got to watch in an aroused state of jealousy while Blonde Girl explored his smooth muscular brown skin.

And then Neighbor Guy was tugging off her jeans, and I caught a quick glimpse of panties, red and lacy, before they were tossed aside and she was flat on her back on his bed with her pale thighs spread wide apart and her nearly shaved pussy fully on display for him.  And for me.

He wasted no time getting his head between my legs and giving that lucky Blonde Girl a thorough tongue lashing.  She certainly seemed to be enjoying it too, kicking her legs humping back toward his face and thrashing around on his bed.

After what I was pretty sure was a supremely massive orgasm on the part of the blonde, Neighbor Boy came up for air. I could actually SEE her wetness on his face.   Blonde Girl got his pants down and his gear out (“About freaking time!” I thought) as she petted and caressed his extremely stiff lovely black boner.

They lay down together on the bed and seemed to be talking.  His ass looked really cute.  If I’d been there I wouldn’t have been wasting my time talking.  I would have had my mouth full already.

He pulled a box of condoms from the bedside table.  She shook her head ‘No.’ They kissed and touched a little more.  Than he sat up, as if he had made a decision.  She listened, and then nodded.  He pulled open the drawer on the side table and brought out the dildo.  Again, I watched Blonde Girl make a face and shake her head ‘No.’   Neighbor Guy put the toy back in its drawer.

I guess they came to some sort of compromise: he straddled her chest and jerked off onto her tits.  Blonde Girl seemed to enjoy that.  After he was done and she wiped up with a Kleenex, they both got dressed again and she headed out into the chilly night.  I felt bad for him.  I felt like he had gotten the short end of the stick.

The next day was Saturday, the designated writing day.  Clouds loomed low and dark, and a few scattered flurries whipped past the window.  The sun never really showed its face all day, and by mid-afternoon it was dark outside.

I saw the light come on across the street, and grabbed my faithful binoculars to have a look.  Was he alone?  Or did he have that Blonde Girl with him?

He was alone.  He stripped down to his white boxer shorts and lay down and as I watched disappointed, opened up a book and started reading.

I took a deep breath and contemplated what I was about to do.  I’d been thinking about this all week.  There was nothing for it but to do it.  I pulled my favorite vibrator out of the underwear drawer where it lived and switched on the overhead light.

I climbed up onto the window sill, feeling like an ass.  With the light on, I could no longer see out the window across the way.  “Please,” I thought, “Please don’t chicken out now.”

One thing was for sure: I was eminently visible to anyone who happened to be looking at my window, and I knew it.  Feeling highly self-conscious, I started to strip.  I really hoped I looked sexy, because just then I didn’t feel very sexy.  I felt like a fool.

I have never actually personally seen a strip show, but I had a pretty good idea of what I was supposed to do.  As seductively as possible, I danced my clothes off, until I stood naked in the cold light of the window frame.  Then, feeling like The Biggest Dork in the Universe, I started to masturbate.

I surprised myself.  The feeling of being on display to the city of the night, of not knowing exactly who could see me, who was getting ready to call the cops, or who was getting his (or her) jollies from watching my touch myself was a powerful thrilling aphrodisiac.  Soon, I had almost forgotten that I was supposed to be putting on a show, and was cruelly pinching and twisting my own hard nipple and deeply penetrating my pussy with my fingers while I ground the humming vibrator against my clit.  The orgasm, when it came, was earth-shattering, and I collapsed weak-kneed onto the window sill.

It was dark in the window across the way.  A little disappointed and out of breath, I pulled on my pajamas and sat down at the computer to write.  I was actually making some progress when the street door buzzed.

The intercom didn’t work, so I just buzzed the door open and stood by the front door of my apartment, waiting.

I didn’t have to wait long.  He must have run up all five flights of stairs.  When the knock came on the apartment door, I unclicked the deadbolt and found myself face to face with him.  It was my beautiful Neighbor Guy, looking chilly but incredibly sexy in a pair of faded blue jeans and a t-shirt that I could see his stiff little nipples through.

He opened his mouth, but I silenced him with a kiss.  It felt really good to kiss those lips.  Really, really good.  I could have kissed him for a long time.  But I wasn’t in a patient mood.  I was already fumbling with the fly of his jeans as he stepped into the apartment, letting the door fall close behind him.

His boxers and jeans fell around his ankles, and his cock bobbed out, stiff and black and delicious looking.  Looking up at him through my thick glasses, I dropped to my knees in front of that beautiful cock.  Without a word, I opened my mouth and swallowed it whole.

It tasted really good.  It was a clean, male, sexy taste, and I was gobbling it all up.   I was masturbating as I sucked, and Neighbor Guy had his hands down my pajama top, playing with my tits.  He was incredibly hard and hot in my mouth.  The only blowjob experience I had was from watching it done in videos.  I hoped I was doing ok.

Reluctantly, I removed his hands from my breasts.  Just now, I wanted to be completely in control.  I took the opportunity to pull off my top, setting my boobs free.  Then I went back to work on his cock, licking, kissing, sucking and bobbing my head up and down.  He moaned and I melted.  I had never had so much fun in my life.  Reaching behind him, cupping that sexy tight little ass, I let one finger explore between his cheeks, quickly finding what I was looking for.  I pressed a finger, slippery with my own juice, up inside his asshole as his moans escalated.  I could feel his body squeezing me as he humped my face, giving himself up to pleasure.

I let his hard cock flop out of my mouth.  It glistened with my saliva, and seemed to throb in time with his heartbeat.  I really wanted that thing up my cunt.  But not now.  I turned him around so his tight brown buns were right in my face.  I kissed him all over his tush before centering in on his crack.  I slurped up and down between his cheeks, enjoying his musky, male taste.  He was groaning out loud, which made me even hotter than I already was.  I parted his cheeks and licked his tiny little asshole.  He moaned.  I pressed the tip of my tongue into his opening, working my way up inside him.  Reaching down between my legs, I almost couldn’t believe how wet my pussy was.

I’m not sure how long I tongue-fucked him.  I don’t think it was really very long, but the bliss seemed to last forever.  I reached around and grabbed his cock and felt up his balls as I licked his asshole.  I felt so powerful with his gear in my hands, this strong, beautiful man squirming on the tip of my tongue.

I felt him stiffen.  “Oh my God, I’m going to come!”

I removed my face from his butt and he turned around again, offering me his swollen dick.  I took as much of it in my mouth as I could, pulling his wet ass toward me with both hands and sucking as hard as I could.

He came loud and he came hard, squirting my mouth full of thick, steaming come.  I drank what seemed like a gallon of his sticky, bitter, exquisitely male come from his spasming dick.  I would have been happy to suck him dry, but apparently he was a little too sensitive for that.  Reluctantly, I let his soft, wet black cock flop out of my mouth.

He opened his mouth to speak, but I pressed one finger against his lips.  “Later,” I said.  He pulled his jeans back up, kissed my on the forehead, and went back downstairs into the night.

I may have been the oldest, horniest virgin in the city, but at that moment I was feeling very satisfied.  I sat down at my computer and started to write.

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Helping Jess and Andrea

June 15, 2009 at 10:09 am · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , ,

Andrea and I had had a thing, four or five years ago, way back when we still worked together.  It had only lasted about a week, but it had been a quite memorable week , and we had managed to stay good friends after without much weirdness.  We’d gone on to pursue different careers, and Andrea had become a dedicated, full-time lesbian, and occasionally we’d even dated the same girls (though never at the same time).  We were pretty close and we hung out a lot but things weren’t sexual between us at all; and (aside from the occasional masturbatory fantasy) I was fine with that.

And then one afternoon in early October Andrea told me that she and Jessica were thinking of having a baby.  She and Jess had been together over a year, and they shared an apartment.  They seemed really happy.

“Which one of you would get pregnant?” I asked over a large ice coffee.

“Ugh, not me!” Andrea said, slurping her coffee, “The idea of a fetus growing inside me kind of creeps me out… reminds me of that movie ‘Aliens’.  No, that would be Jess, absolutely.  She’s really into the idea of being a mommy.”

Jessica was cuter than hell.  She’s about four years younger than Andrea; a little shorter and a little chubbier.  They often get mistaken for sisters, which drives Jess crazy and amuses the heck out of Andrea.  To me they look like a mismatched pair of muppets, a dykey Bert and Ernie: one tall and skinny, one short and plump, both of them soft and fuzzy and kind of goofy looking with their matching black-rimmed geeky glasses.  A couple of sexy as all hell muppets.

“So listen…”

“Go ahead.”

“Well…” Andrea stirred the ice in her coffee with a straw. “We were wondering… we were wondering what you would think of being the dad?”

Wow.  That threw me for a loop.  It was so totally out of left field that I didn’t know what to say.

“Can I think it over?” I managed.

“Of course.” Andrea seemed relieved.  “It’s a big thing.  Of course you should think it over.  We’d be really honored though if you’d do it.  We talked it over for a long time. You’re the coolest guy either of us know.”

Huh, I wasn’t entirely sure that I’d ever been described as cool before.

“Would you do it by artificial insemination?”

“Are you kidding?? That’s expensive!  Besides… where’s the fun in that?”

We let it go at that, and I went home and thought about it and thought about it some more.

A couple days later, the phone rang.  It was Andrea.

“Have you thought about it?”

“Yeah, I sure have.”

“And?”

I took a deep breath. “I’d be happy to help you guys out.”

“Awesome!!” there was a pause on her end of the line, “Listen…”

“I’m all ears.”

“Next Friday is Jess’ 25th birthday.  I was wondering if you’d like to come over and help us… celebrate a little?”

Now that I had committed myself, I couldn’t wait to start.  “I’ll be there.” I said.

“Excellent!” Andrea said, “We’ll see you Friday!”

My dick was already hard.

The rest of the week crawled by.  Work was annoying.  I kept getting distracted.  And then on Friday, I had to work late.

I took the subway out to their apartment in Brooklyn as soon as I got out of the office.  It was already dark.  Andrea met me downstairs.  She was so full of nervous energy that she couldn’t stand still.

“Come on up!” she said, hopping from one foot to the other, “We’ve been waiting for you!  I mean, I have.  Jessica knows she’s getting a birthday surprise tonight, but she doesn’t know what.”

Andrea led me up the stairs, four flights up to their apartment.  She was wearing a black t-shirt and faded blue jeans, and I got to watch her cute little butt wiggle along in that tight, soft denim a few steps ahead of me.  She had the sexiest ass.  I was hoping that I’d get a chance to have another look at it soon, much more up-close and personal.

Andrea opened the front door of the apartment and pressed one finger to her lips in a gesture that meant ‘silence’.  We both kicked off our shoes in the front hall, and she took me by the hand and led me to the closed door of their bedroom.  Her hand felt small in mine, and it was hot and sweaty.

She opened the bedroom door and pulled me in behind her.  My erection was making an embarrassing lump in the front of my slacks, and it brushed against Andrea’s jean-clad ass as we slipped through the bedroom door.  She grinned at me, a nervous grin.

Jessica was lying face down on the bed.  She was wearing a blindfold and a little black party dress, and her hands were cuffed behind her back.  At the sound of us coming into the room, she turned her head.

“Your surprise is ready, my Love,” Andrea said, tugging me forward, “Are you ready?”

“I can’t wait!” Jessica said, “What is it?”

Andrea was obviously having trouble keeping from giggling.  She guided me over to the edge of the bed.  She mimed unbuttoning pants.  I got the hint and undid my slacks, letting them drop around my ankles in a heap.  I felt like a dork standing there in my work shirt, socks and boxer shorts with a prominent erection.  Andrea rolled her eyes at me and made pulling down motions.  I pulled down my boxers and kicked them and my pants out of the way.  I realized that I was blushing.  Andrea made a face and gave me a look.  I wasn’t sure what that look was trying to say.

I had never really seen Andrea and Jessica kiss before.  I mean, I had seen them kiss, casually, but not like this.  Andrea rolled Jess onto her back, still cuffed and blindfolded, and kissed her deeply and passionately.  I thought they were beautiful like that, and it made my dick even harder than it already was.

When they were done kissing, Andrea moved Jess so that she was sitting at the side of the bed, near where I was standing.  She winked at me and pressed her index finger to Jessica’s lips, encouraging her to suck it like a little dick.

Jessica is so fucking cute!  I remember when they first started dating, I had had fantasies about getting to watch just about exactly what I was watching now.  Jess stands almost six inches shorter than Andrea, five foot nothing, and has kind of scruffy short hair, big boobs for her size, glasses, and the cutest little upturned nose with a tiny silver ring in it.

She was sucking Andrea’s finger something fierce.  “God I’m horny Dre,” she said in between slurps, “God Damn I want you to fuck me cross-eyed!  Are you ready to give me my present yet?”

Andrea took her finger away and guided Jessica’s head down toward my dick.  I could feel hot breath on the head of my penis.  Her mouth was millimeters away.

“Take this in your mouth Baby Love,” she said, “Suck it real good for me.”

Andrea pushed Jessica’s head until her lips touched my waiting penis. Then Jess eagerly enveloped my cock with her hot mouth.  I was in heaven.  Andrea grabbed a big fistful of Jess’ hair, pulling her up and off my dick.  They kissed again, ferociously.  Then Jessica broke off the kiss.

“Holy fuck Andrea, it’s REAL! This is the best birthday present ever!!”

“Mmm-Hmm!” Andrea pulled the blindfold off and roughly shoved her (not unwilling) girlfriend back down onto my waiting dick.  Jessica licked and slurped with gusto.

Oh My God, her mouth felt so good, so hot and so wet, I couldn’t help moaning out loud.  Jess smiled up at me with her big brown eyes, keeping her mouth full of my cock.  Andrea was beaming like a proud parent.

Andrea pinched one of Jessica’s nipples through the black party dress, and with one hand on the back of her girlfriend’s head she forced Jess further and further down my cock, until her nose was buried in my pubes.  I was afraid that she’d gag or choke, but she never did.  I felt her swallow the end of my cock into her throat, and she kept doing the most amazing things to me with her tongue.

“Gawd Andrea, make her stop!” I wasn’t going to be able to hold out long, not at this rate, “I can’t help it.  I’m going to come!”

“Don’t you DARE come!” hissed Andrea, grabbing a fist full of Jessica’s hair.

“Mmmm-Mmmm-Mmmm,” agreed Jessica. Her boobs had spilled out the front of her dress and were shaking delightfully as she worked.  The fingers of Andrea’s left hand were busy underneath that black dress.

“Don’t you dare waste your come in her mouth!” Andrea warned me.

I felt my orgasm start in the bottom of my feet, I curled my toes and clenched with every muscle in my body.  I tried to concentrate on differential calculus.  What is the formula for finding limits?  I tried to remember the Fundamental Theorem. Jessica had lifted her mouth off my swollen dick and was looking up at me, one eyebrow raised.

I felt myself slipping over the edge, my penis twitching involuntarily, and I clenched every muscle in my body to fight down the orgasm.

One thick fat droplet of semen oozed out of the end of my enflamed cock.  Jessica grinned widely and wickedly, stuck out her tongue, and fastidiously licked it off the tip of my (almost) painfully hard erection.

“What a yummy fucking cock!” she and Andrea kissed a lot, hot and sloppy, “We’re going to have SO much fun!  Take these cuffs off, they’re chafing my wrists.”

After Andrea had fished out the keys and set wrists free, Jessica primly tucked her breasts back into her dress.  “You’ve got such a beautiful penis!” she told me, “Doesn’t he, Andrea?”

“Yeah he does!” Andrea was pulling her t-shirt up over her head.  She was wearing a lacey black bra.  Her breasts are a little smaller than Jess’, but I love how perky they are.  “It’s like the perfect penis size.  And it’s great for sucking on, huh?”

That made me glow.  I’ve always been a little insecure about my dick.  I knew my size was about average, but I guess I’ve been afraid before that girls thought it was too small.

“Is he going to get me pregnant?”

“He sure is!”  Andrea had her bra off.  Her boobs may be small, but they are just perfect in my book. They’re slightly upturned, and the nipples were pink and hard and pierced.  Steel bars gleamed in the low light of the bedroom.  That was a new addition since I’d seen them last.  “But first I’m going to stick my tongue so far up your pussy…”

She pushed Jessica onto her back on the bed.  The little black dress rode up and I caught a glimpse of black panties.  Andrea crawled on top, pulling the straps of Jess’ dress down around her shoulders, fully exposing her big beautiful breasts.  The aureole were wide and light brown.  “Aren’t they beautiful?” she asked, rubbing her own, smaller, more conical boobs against Jessica’s, “Aren’t they sexy?  I think she’s got a really nice set of tits.  Maybe later I’ll let you rub your dick all over them.  Yeah… that’d be pretty fucking hot to watch.”

Andrea slid topless down Jessica’s body.  She lifted up the black dress, gathering it around Jess’ waist.  Jessica was wearing black bikini panties with red hearts on the waistband.  Her sex swelled delightfully inside the thin fabric.  The room reeked of sex.

Jessica spread her legs wide apart, and Andrea licked all around her soft pale upper thighs, nibbling gently.  She slipped a finger inside Jessica’s underpants, and Jess moaned.

“Do you wanna see her pussy?”   I nodded dumbly.  My dick bobbed along in assent. “Me too,” Andrea said, “I want to see her pussy bad.”

Jessica lifted her ass up, and Andrea tugged, and the black panties slid right off.  Jessica had a beautiful little pussy.  Her clit was pink and swollen, straining out from under its little hood.  Her lips were swollen and puffy and pouting wide open, and slick girl-come was seeping out of her.  She was shaved, totally bare.  I’d never seen that before; I didn’t think that actual girls did that, I thought it was just what porn stars did.  She looked hot like that, soft and sexy.  I liked that I could see every little bit of her pussy.  It was beautiful.

Andrea dove right in and started licking, big loud slurps up and down Jessica’s smooth vulva.  As she licked, she fumbled with the buttons of her own jeans.

“Help me get my pants off,” she said to me over her shoulder when she came up for air.  I obliged, tugging her jeans down as she kicked her legs.  She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.  Her ass was small and pale and sexy, and her cheeks jiggled delightfully as she licked.

Jessica was up on her elbows, playing with her own nipples, tugging on them with her thumb and forefinger, hungrily watching my bobbing erection.  I think she really got off on the fact that I was there, watching them play.  Andrea was concentrating on her clit now, finger fucking Jessica’s pussy and flicking her big fat clit with the tip of her tongue.

“Roll over.” Andrea said, and Jessica did as she was told, flipping over onto her stomach.  She had a tattoo on her left asscheek, a little red devil.

Keeping her hand busy between Jessica’s thighs, fingering her pussy and clit, Andrea started licking up and down Jessica’s ass cheeks.  Jess started moaning out loud into the bedsheets.

I was sitting so close to them I could feel their body heat.  My dick was red and hot and swollen, straining up, begging to be touched; leaking a long gossamer string of clear sticky fluid.

Andrea grabbed my wrist and guided it between her own thighs.  “Stop being so damn shy,” she told me.

She was amazingly wet and slippery down there.  I slid a finger deep up inside her, finding her clit with my thumb.  She moaned, “Oh yeah, God you were always so good at that.  For a guy.”

I loved feeling Andrea’s pussy on my finger.  I remembered back to the time we had once spent together.  She hadn’t let me fuck her pussy, but we had done just about everything else.  Her pussy squeezed my finger aggressively as I slid it in and out, stroking her g-spot.

Meanwhile, Andrea had spread Jessica’s ass cheeks wide and was licking with a purpose.  I couldn’t believe I was watching this.  Jessica’s crinkled little brown asshole winked with desire as Andrea’s tongue circled around it, avoiding it, teasing it, tormenting it, and finally zeroing in on it.

As I watched, Andrea buried her face in between her girlfriends’ asscheeks.  Jessica made muffled appreciative moaning noises as Andrea slurped.  I took a chance and started gently tickling Andrea’s ass with one finger as I worked her clit and pussy with two others.

“Ok, you have GOT to fuck her right now,” Andrea announced, “I have got to see that thing of yours buried in my sweetie’s pussy!”

Jessica scooted up into doggy position as Andrea manhandled me into place.  She took my penis in her small but confident hand, and guided me to Jessica’s dripping entrance.

“Are you ready Baby?”

“Oh yeah!” Jessica replied.  Her fingers were already quite busy on her clit. “Yeah I am.  I am SO ready!”

Andrea rubbed the head of my cock up and down Jessica’s pussy.  “Fuck her,” she told me, slapping me hard on the ass, so hard it stung, “Fuck her pussy really good for me!”

I thrust forward, burying myself deep in Jessica’s drooling sex.  She was really tight inside, and very hot and very wet.  It took me a little while to get all the way in.  It was amazing.  I had never actually been inside a woman without a condom on.  It felt really good.  Really, really good.

Andrea was playing with my balls and my ass.  Every time she brushed against my asshole I jumped a little.  It felt really good, but a little scary too.

“Oh yeah, fuck her good.  Fuck her good and deep.  Oh My God you look so sexy like that!”

Andrea was masturbating as I fucked Jessica.  Jessica was enjoying the hell out of it, humping back against me and flogging her own clit.  I watched Andrea come, her fingers furiously rubbing her clit, as she watched me fuck her girlfriend.  She looked beautiful as her orgasm washed over her, making her brow wrinkle and her boobs blush pink and blotchy.

I was super turned on, and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out.  I wanted Jessica to have an orgasm before I came inside her.

Andrea started playing with Jessica’s ass again.  The volume of her moans increased.  Andrea slid her slippery middle finger up Jessica’s butt.  I could feel it inside, pressing against my thrusting dick.  It was almost too much for me.  I stopped fucking and froze, mentally adding up the exponents of two: 2, 4, 8,16,32,64…

Andrea’s finger was sliding in and out of Jessica’s crinkled asshole, and it felt dangerously good. My poor overexcited cock twitched impatiently inside Jessica’s juicy pussy.  (4096, 8192…)

“Fuck me in the ass.”  Jessica looked back over her shoulder at me and wiggled her rear end invitingly.

I’d never done that particular thing.  I’d kind of always wanted to, I’d definitely fantasized about it, but it had never happened.  I’d always been afraid that the girl wouldn’t like it, that she’d be grossed out or think I was a pervert, or that it would hurt her.

“Fuck me in the ass.  Hurry.  Stick that cock up my butt.  Please.”  I looked over at Andrea.  She just raised one eyebrow and made a face I couldn’t read.  Her hand was still busy between her own legs, where she had a couple fingers making squishy noises caressing her own pussy.

I pulled out of Jessica’s pussy.  My cock was coated in her juices.  It looked really sexy.  Andrea gave me a quick peck on the cheek and fetched a little bottle of lube from the bedside table.  She dribbled a liberal amount of the clear fluid onto Jessica’s anus, and then guided my very slippery cock up against her girlfriend’s horny little asshole.

“Give it to her gently,” she said, “Our regular toy’s a bit smaller.”

“Yeah, give it to me hard,” Jessica said, “I want it, please.”

I pressed into her.  She pressed back against me.  Her ass opened up, and slowly, very slowly, my dick disappeared inside her.  She was unbelievably tight, almost painfully tight.  Andrea watched, wide eyed, as I slowly worked my cock all the way up Jessica’s tiny little butt.  I don’t know how long it took.  Jessica made a lot of noise, but it sure sounded like she was enjoying herself.  Her finger kept busy on her clitoris. At last I was all the way in.  My pubes were pressed against her asscheeks.  It felt like my dick was being grasped tightly in a strong, soft fist.

“Does it hurt?” I asked

“No it doesn’t hurt at all.  It feels so fucking good.  Fuck me.  Be a little gentle, but fuck me hard!”

What?  I decided not to worry too much about what that was supposed to mean.  I was way too turned on to puzzle that one out.

Andrea slithered around to the front, presenting Jessica with her wide open and sopping wet pussy.  She has a really sexy pussy too, with nice fat lips and a neatly trimmed brown bush.  Jessica dived in, moaning out loud into Andrea’s puss, lashing it up and down with her tongue.

I started fucking Jessica’s tight ass, slowly at first, then harder and faster.  The harder I thrusted, the louder she moaned, and they definitely sounded like happy moans to me.  I wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer.  I reached under her belly and slid my middle finger up into her pussy and rubbed her clit with my thumb as I fucked her ass.  She was getting so loud that it was almost scary.  I felt her come, her ass spasming on my dick, her pussy squeezing my finger.  It set me off, and pounded her rump hard until I came deep inside her asshole, my cock twitching and spurting out what seemed like gallons of come, while I shouted her name out loud as her ass wiggled and bucked under me.

Later, when we were all showered and cleaned up and more or less dressed, we all sat down together on the couch.  Andrea had cracked open a bottle of wine.

“Mmm that really was the best birthday present ever!” Jessica said, snuggling up to Andrea and giving her a big wet kiss.

“I’m glad you liked it sweetie,” Andrea said, “That was really hot.”

“Yeah it was.  It’s been such a long time since I’ve played with a boy.  You’re a really fun one,” she said to me.

“Thanks.” I said.

“But you know what?  It’s going to be kind of hard to get me pregnant like that.”

“Well we’ll just have to keep on trying now won’t we?” Andrea said, sipping her wine, “We’ll keep on trying until we get it right.”

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The Blackout

June 9, 2009 at 5:51 am · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , ,

Ok, so temping wasn’t exactly the most exciting job in the world.  It really wasn’t what I had pictured myself doing when I had moved to New York four years ago.  But it paid the rent, and it didn’t suck, so I figured it would just have to do for now. I had certainly done worse things for money.  Hey, at least it was air-conditioned.

I wasn’t particularly surprised when it happened.  It was August, and outside in the streets of Manhattan, it was hotter than all fuck.  I was dreading going back to my little one bedroom in Brooklyn to sit naked in front of the box fan, pretending that the air that washed over my sweaty body was slightly cooler than the stagnant air in the apartment.  So when the lights flickered once and went out, I pushed back my chair and yawned.

It was Friday afternoon, just after five, and it was just me and Mary, the office manager, up on the 19th floor.  I figured someone had plugged in one air-conditioner too many; or a tree had gone down somewhere in Indiana; or some schmoe with a backhoe had cut a power line.  I wondered if it was just Manhattan, or if it was the whole east coast again.

You were supposed to evacuate the building if there was a power outage; but neither Mary nor I fancied walking down 19 flights of stairs into the blazing heat.  It was still cool enough up here.

“The power will probably just come back on in a few minutes” Mary said “Let’s just wait it out and take the elevator.”

Well that was fine with me.

Of all the people in the world to be trapped in an office building with, Mary was fairly low on my list.  It wasn’t as if we didn’t get along (I had been working in her office for the last couple weeks, covering someone’s vacation); we had just never had much to say to each other.  My impression of her was that she was fussy and officious.  And she was hardly my type.

I of course, have had those fantasies of being trapped in an elevator with, say Brad Pitt or Uma Thurman.  Mary didn’t resemble either of those people.  She was a few years older than me, probably in her early thirties.  She was from Chinese stock, and not one of those stick figure Asian girls either: she reminded me of a dumpling; short and overweight (not grossly obese or anything, just chunky), with long black hair usually done up in a bun; bad complexion and thick glasses.  She was shaped something like a pair:  her top half was rather flat, while her bottom was exceptionally wide, filling her brown slacks and spilling off the sides of her swivel chair.

Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t claim to be a supermodel myself, not by a long shot.  I’m a beanpole; at 6’1” I was always taller than most of the guys I went to school with.  I keep myself in good shape, I run and work out, so there’s no issue there; but let’s just say I’m not stacked up front either.  If you saw me and Mary walking down the street together, you would probably think of Laurel and Hardy.  At least I did.  The picture made me laugh out loud.  Mary gave me a funny look.

“I hope this doesn’t last too long” Mary said “We’re really not supposed to be up here in a power outage.”  It had been all of five minutes.  “Security might make us leave.”

“I’m sure the lights will be on soon” I said, turning away from the window I had been looking down onto the street below from “Do you really feeling like hiking down all those stairs?”

“No, I guess not” she sighed “I only hope it doesn’t last too long.  Will anybody be worried about you?”

“Not really” I said “I live alone.  What about you?”

“Divorced” she said and sighed “Anyway my cell phone isn’t working.  I just tried.”

After that, there was a long silence.

“So” Mary said brightly “Have you lived in the city long?”

“Four years this summer.” I replied.

“Do you like it here then?”

“Yeah” I said “its fun I guess.”

“Any boyfriends?”

“Nope.  Nothing really.”  It wasn’t really boyfriends I was looking for, but same difference.

I excused myself and went to the bathroom.  The hall was dimly lit by the emergency lights, already fading.  I peed in the dark.  The empty building was starting to creep me out.

It was starting to get hot too.  The power had been off for an hour now, and the air in the office was heating up.  I started to wonder if maybe it wouldn’t have been a better idea to head downstairs right away.

“You know we’d get halfway down, and the lights would come back on” Mary said.  She pulled a bottle of water out of the refrigerator for me.  It was still nice and cool “Lets just make ourselves comfortable and wait it out.”

That wasn’t exactly what I had expected her to say, but whatever.  I wasn’t exactly looking forward to hiking down all those stairs either.  And I hardly had anywhere better to be.  I wondered idly if I was still on the clock.

“Do you mind if I strip down a little?”  This question wasn’t as shocking as it might sound: normally the office was kept icebox cold, and Mary was wearing thick brown slacks and a white knit sweater.

“Aren’t you worried about someone barging in?  A security guard or a fireman?”

“I’ll lock the door” she said, getting up and doing just that “although I really wouldn’t mind a fireman so much…”

We laughed.  For some reason, that offhand comment made Mary seem a little more human to me.  Without any further fuss, she stripped down to bra and panties.  She wore a modest white bra; her red thong underwear seemed rather incongruous.  Her pale white butt looked wide indeed surrounding the little red piece of floss that ran up her backside.  If she was self conscious about lounging around in front of me in her skivvies, she didn’t show it.

I, on the other hand, felt suddenly overdressed.  I was wearing a light skirt; and I had a tank top on that I had worn under my own sweater, so it wasn’t as if shedding clothes would cool me off that much.  But it felt weird to be fully dressed while Mary was three quarters naked.

“Do you mind?” I asked

“Not at all” Mary said “Why should I?”

Feeling suddenly very self conscious, I stripped out of my skirt and camisole top, folding them neatly and setting them on my desk.

“You have the prettiest breasts Angela!” Mary said “I should be so lucky!”

Now, I have never considered my boobs to be my best feature.  They are on the small side, they tend to point in opposite directions, and if you look closely, the one on the left is bigger than the one on the right.  I took the compliment with a blush, and nipples involuntarily hardened.  I hoped Mary wouldn’t notice.

Believe it or not, until the moment that she unsnapped her own bra, it hadn’t even occurred to me that Mary might play on my team.  I’ve never been any good at spotting dykes; a fact that has severely hampered my sex life in the past.  But surely not Mary?  Frumpy, plain, fussy Mary a pussy licker?

I thought her breasts were kind of nice actually.  Bigger than mine, but flatter, with large brown bumpy areola dwarfing her nipples.  Magnetically, we were drawn together until we were standing chest to chest, almost touching.  Her round belly spilled out over the skimpy red triangle of her panties.  I couldn’t think of the last time that I had felt so attracted to anyone.  It had been so long since I had been touched.  I could feel the heat radiating from her body, smell her personal scent, sweat mixed with something else.  I raised my hand to cup her breast.

“Oh My God!” Mary cried breathlessly, pointing out the window.

My heart stopped.  Not again, please God not again.  My mind leaped back to that terrible Tuesday morning in September, the fireball, that terrible column of black smoke.  I couldn’t face that again.

Reluctantly, I followed Mary’s pointing finger.  She indicated the office across the street from us.

The August days are long in New York, and there was plenty of daylight left.  We could see clearly through the windows of the building across from us.  It was an open office, a studio of some sort with rows of long flat tables.  Two men stand by the window, stark naked, boners bobbing with every movement, locked in a passionate kiss.

One of the guys was older, maybe in his early forties; the other one might have been a summer intern.

Now when I go for boys, I usually like skinny scruffy types; literate punk-rockers, nerds with black leather jackets.  I have never been the type to drool over those Chelsea muscle-boys with their carefully sculpted bodies.  That said, these two were certainly easy on the eyes.

Mary’s hand found mine, and our fingers interlocked as we watched them make out.  “So sexy” she breathed, and it was true.  They looked hot.

The older one, the bigger guy, happened to look out the window.  His eyes met mine in a flash of recognition.  He said something to his younger, skinnier friend.  They laughed and waved.

“Do you feel like playing?” Mary asked me quietly “We don’t have to you know.”

“Mary” I said, wrapping my arms around her, feeling her softness and her body heat, her damp skin and the beating of her heart “I think you’d have a hard time stopping me right now.”

“I haven’t played with a girl in a really long time.”

“Mmm Me either.” My lips found hers, my hand cupped her breast.  I felt her hands on my ass cheeks, pulling me into her.  I surrendered to the sensation.

We kissed for a long time.  It was really nice.  Her lips were soft, pliable.  She let me be the aggressive kisser, exploring her mouth with my tongue, nibbling and pretending to pull away, only to kiss back harder.  My fingers found her small nipples, and pinched pulled and twisted.  Her hands stayed glued to my panty covered ass.

“Look”

Our compatriots across the street had climbed up on a table in front of their window.  Junior was on his knees in front of Senior, blowing him for all he was worth.  His own dick hung down thick and meaty in front of him.  He had a handful of the older guys’ tight ass.  I swear I could see the wetness glistening on Senior’s dick as he humped Junior’s face.  As we watched, Senior took a big handful of Juniors’ hair and pulled him forcibly down onto his meat.  The kid swallowed the whole thing, all the way to the balls.  Impressive.  Senior looked over at us and flashed us a great big smile.

Mary and I wasted no time in clearing off my desk.  Papers went flying, the monitor and keyboard we set on the floor.

“God I can’t wait to taste your pussy!” I growled, pushing her on her back onto the desktop.  We positioned her so that our friends across the street (as well as anyone else who happened to be looking our way) could see exactly what was between Mary’s legs and precisely what I was doing there.

I licked and sucked at the front of her panties, teasing her, reveling in the sexiness of it.  She moaned and wiggled fetchingly, squeezing me between her thick thighs, trying to make me touch her needy parts.

Fortunately for her, I couldn’t stand it very long either.  Mary raised her big wide ass off the desk, and in one motion I yanked off her tiny red thong.

She was totally bare down there.  I’d never seen a girl who was completely waxed, not in person.  I’d seen plenty of it in porn of course, but I’d never thought that it was the most attractive look.  I’d always found it vaguely creepy, kind of a heterosexual conceit.

Well it looked HOT on Mary, let me tell you!  I could see every detail, every fold of her sex.  Her labia, thick and purple, gaped open.  Her clit, hard and pink, seemed to throb as I watched.

I slurped up the length of her pussy, caressing her clit with the flat of my tongue.  She tasted nice.  Mary moaned and ran her fingers through my hair, tugging me into her.  I licked her up and down, losing myself in her sex.

She was soaking wet, and all over my face.  I had honestly never seen a girl so wet.  The come seemed to flow out of her like a river, clear and slick.  She was making a sticky puddle on the desk.  I slid two fingers up inside her and find her pussy grasping and ready.  I licked her clit aggressively, flicking it with my tongue as I finger fuck her.

“Oh Angela” she moaned “Oh Baby!  There’s a couple toys in my desk if you want to get them.  In the bottom drawer.”

I got up from between her legs, and looked behind me.  The boys across the street had switched places.  The younger one was lying on his back on the table, the older guy had a mouthful of his ample dick, and it looked like a couple fingers up his ass.  He looked up from his ministrations and waved.  I fluttered my fingers back at him.  Then I pulled my boring old black bikini panties down and tossed them aside.  Older guy said something to Younger, and they both gave me a thumbs-up.  I flushed with pleasure, and skipped across the room to Mary’s’ desk.

They were in the bottom drawer, in a red box.  A Pocket Rocket, and one of the largest dildo’s I have ever seen outside porn, blue and sparkly, molded to look like a realistic penis.  An oversized blue and sparkly penis anyway.

“Damn Mary!”

“What can I say?” she said as she lay on her back, completely nude except for her glasses and the string of pearls around her neck, diddling herself for all the world to see “I get bored sometimes.”

I ran back across the office to her, dildo and boobs flapping all over the place.  We kissed some more, and I sucked the sticky, thick girl come off her fingers.

“Please fuck me now” she said.

The gay boys were watching us now, stroking each others erections as they stared across the open air at our sex play.

Mary’s bald pussy was gaping open, hungry and wet.  She spread her legs wide for me.  I pressed the head of the blue silicone toy against her opening.  Her pussy gobbled it up hungrily.  She grabbed the Pocket Rocket out of my hand and jammed the buzzing little vibrator against her clit.  I fucked her until my arm started to ache, hard and deep.  Her whole body shook as I fucked her.

“…mmm My ass…”

“What?”

“My necklace.  Would you put it inside my ass?”

Well she didn’t have to ask me twice.  Leaving the dildo up her pussy, I unclasped her pearl necklace.

She lifted an ass cheek for me, exposing her tiny puckered asshole.  It looked small and vulnerable, compared to the wide expanse of her ass.  One by one, I worked the little pearls up inside her, until only the ends and the metal clasps were left.

“Oh My God Angela, so sexy…”  I went back to work fucking her with the dildo.  She was working her clit with a vengeance, buzzing like crazy “Oh Angela I’m coming, I’m fucking coming!”  Her whole body shuddered, and she arched her back like a bridge.  I worked the dildo in her pussy, and slowly drew out the strand of pearls as the orgasm rocked her body.

The boys across the street gave us a standing ovation.

Mary had her mouth on my own hairy pussy as I watched the older guy roll a condom over his cock.  The younger guy got on all fours on the table, facing me across the street.  He licked his lips lasciviously and winked.

“Mary” I said hesitantly “would you fuck me in the ass?”

“With this?” she asked, holding up the dildo, still coated in her juices.

“Oh yeah.”

“Will it fit?”

“I think so.”

“There’s some lube in that bottom drawer.”

“Perfect!”

I wanted that big toy so bad back there, I could almost taste it.  I wanted her to fuck me deep and viciously, to plunder my asshole.  I got down on my knees and wiggled my butt flirtatiously at her.

I was surprised to feel her tongue tracing up and down my crack, exploring the skin between my cheeks.  I moaned out loud as the tip of her tongue contacted my sensitive anus.  Her fingers massaged my pussy, her tongue probed up into my hole.

“Please Mary Please fuck me now.”

I watched across the street as Senior worked his latex clad penis into Junior.  The boy closed his eyes, arched his back, taking the cock like a champ.  His penis was hard and it was pointing straight at me.

Mary pressed the slicked-up toy against my opening, and I relaxed onto it, letting it penetrate me, stretching me so wide I thought for a second I wouldn’t be able to take it.  I sighed and pressed back into her, reveling in the sensation.  My clit felt like a water balloon, filled to the bursting point.  I knew that if either one of us so much as touched it, I would come like a dam bursting.

Senior was really fucking Junior now.  He had picked the lad up like a rag doll and was fucking his ass with aplomb. He pinched and pulled Junior’s nipples mercilessly as the boy bounced on his cock, masturbating as his buddy fucked him.

Mary slid the big toy in and out of my asshole.  I humped back against her, trying to get every last bit of it inside me.  It felt so good up there.  Mary slapped my ass, and slid a couple fingers up into my wet little cunt.

“Oh fuck Mary, I’m going to come!”  She responded by fucking my ass harder and working her fingers deeper into my pussy.  Her thumb found my swollen clit, and I went off like a firework, thrashing and cussing and grinding back on the dildo in my butt.  Across the way, I saw the older man grab the younger one’s neck and fuck him furiously, and I knew he was coming too.  The boy seemed to cry out loud, and I actually saw the white globs of semen spurt out the end of his big dick, splashing onto the window.

Mary collapsed on me as my orgasm subsided.  The dildo would have to come out of my ass pretty soon, but just for now it felt nice.  We were both covered in sweat and bodily juices.  She kissed the back of my neck and nibbled my ear.

“That was hot…” she whispered in my ear.

We heard a noise at the door and froze.  Of course the firemen would have a master key.  Before we could react, the office door swung open.  A group of firemen in full gear stood in the doorway.  The lead firefighter, fiftyish and sporting a handlebar mustache and a big beer belly coughed once.

“Is this a bad time?” he asked.

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Chester’s Ex

June 2, 2009 at 1:42 pm · Filed under erotica ·Tagged ,

This is about my first summer in New York City.  The twin towers still stood, tall and proud, a much-needed landmark for a disoriented girl from Ohio exiting the subway into the intense confusion of the streets of Manhattan.  I was twenty-one years old, underemployed, broke, and basically friendless in a big and intimidating city.  At the time I was sharing a crappy two bedroom apartment on the lower east side with a guy named Chester.  Chester was a grad student at NYU; he had advertised for a roommate in the Village Voice.  He was a nice enough guy, but very busy with his thesis, and we didn’t really have a lot in common.  He was trying to get his doctorate in Russian Literature; I was a theatre geek.  So while we got along ok, we didn’t have much to talk about.

The apartment was indeed crappy.  It was cramped and dark, and on a scary block (this was back in the days when there were still scary blocks in lower Manhattan).  It had been advertised as a two bedroom, but that was a stretch:  you had to walk through my bedroom to get into Chester’s room, which had been created by the expedient of nailing up a wall of unpainted half-inch plywood across the middle of the original single bedroom.  The only upside, Chester and I agreed, was that it was dirt cheap.  And the plumbing worked reasonably well.

Chester had a girlfriend.  Her name was Rachel, and she was a big girl, big in every sense of the word: tall, busty, brash, loud, and overweight.  Not the kind of girl I often find myself attracted to.  Chester wasn’t my type either.  He was tall and stringy, and kind of pale with a bad complexion.  I think he spent too much time in libraries and coffee houses, and never got enough sun or exercise.  I guess that’s what grad school will do to you. He and Rachel had a rocky, on again, off again relationship.  Their fights and breakups could be spectacular, but so were their reconciliations.

I confess that I used to eavesdrop on them.  I was lonely and horny, and masturbation was my only sexual outlet.  I hadn’t yet discovered porn (I still thought it was just for guys), or sex toys; back then it was just me and my fingers alone in the darkness.  So when Chester and Rachel came tiptoeing through my room late at night, giggling and trying not to trip over my futon, I just pretended to be asleep.  As soon as the hinged sheet of plywood that passed for a door had closed, however, I would creep out of bed and press my ear against the ridiculously thin wall.

Rachel in particular was very demonstrative in bed.  I used to kneel by the bedroom divider with one hand down the front of my panties, listening to their sex noises.  I could hear Chester’s bed squeak in time with his thrusting, I could hear their moans and groans and giggles and sighs, and sometimes I could even hear the slurping and squishing noises of them having sex.  It was sexy and titillating to my sex-starved ears and it really made my pussy drool.  What really got me going though was listening to Rachel.  Invariably, she would start out whispering, trying to be quiet: “Oh please Chester, fuck me now.”  “Mmm lover, let me suck your big hard cock.”  “Oh Baby you lick my pussy so good!”  As she got worked up, however, she got louder and more enthusiastic, to the point where I would have heard her even if I had been lying in my bed with the pillow over my head.  “Yeah Baby fuck me, fuck me hard!  I want to feel you come in my pussy!”  “Oh yeah God I’m going to come all over your big dick!”  “Oh yeah yeah yeah you’re so hot you big fucking stud!”

This really got me going.  I would rub my clit and let my orgasm wash over me as I listened to them.  It was hard to picture Chester as a big stud, and the image of either one of them naked didn’t do anything for me, but the sound of them passionately enjoying each other really turned me on.  I felt a little guilty for spying, but not guilty enough to stop.

One night, when I was kneeling next to the wall listening in on them, fingers busy between my thighs, I heard Rachel blurt out “Chester Baby, I want you to fuck me in the ass.”

I was shocked.  I listened intently, petting my clit, as they went on.  “Oh god your tongue feels so good in my butt… I’m going to come just from that…” “I can’t believe you just have one finger in there… it feels huge” “Put it in Lover, I can’t wait much longer.”  “Put a little more lube on… Slow…. Oh yeah… OH YEAH!  OH YEAH LOVER FUCK ME, FUCK MY ASS!”  I rubbed myself into a state of bliss listening to their mutual orgasm.

I had never thought much of anal sex before.  It was something that men did to women; unhygienic, degrading and painful.  My college roommate had once confided in me that her boyfriend wanted to try anal sex.  “Gross!” I had said.

So listening to Rachel enthusiastically take it up the ass was something of a revelation for me.  My world was, so to speak, turned upside down.  For some reason it got into my head and wouldn’t quite go away.  I was fascinated.  I even went so far as to try fingering my own butt as I masturbated.  It didn’t do much for me.

Rachel and Chester finally broke up for good.  I overheard a lot of their last fight, and it was ugly.  I felt bad for both of them.  But I also felt bad for myself, selfishly, because I knew I wouldn’t be able to listen in on their sex anymore.

Not having a regular job, I usually slept late and went for a run before the day got really hot.  Chester always left the apartment early; he spent his days at the library, and then hung out at coffee shops talking Russian Literature with his friends until late.  He didn’t often make it home before midnight.  So when I got back from my run, I had no qualms about pulling off my sweaty clothes and stretching out naked before I took a shower.

When I came out of the shower, naked except for a towel wrapped casually around my waist, I must have yelped in surprise:  Rachel was in the living room, on her knees, packing books into a cardboard box.

“Andrea!” she was obviously just as surprised as I was “I’m sorry.  I didn’t think anyone was home.  I was just collecting the last of my things, and dropping off the door key.”

“That’s ok.” I said, as my heart rate started to return to normal “You just surprised me. I’m sorry about you and Chester.”

“Don’t worry about it” she said “It’s no great loss, trust me.  I’ll miss the sex, but not much else.”

Unbidden, the image of Rachel, naked on all fours on Chester’s bed; her pendulous breasts hanging down, her wide rump thrust up in the air, taking Chester’s rampant cock deep in her asshole flashed through my mind.  I blushed deeply.

“Of course you probably knew about the sex” Rachel went on “the walls are pretty thin.  I’m sorry if we ever disturbed you.”

“Um no” I stammered, still blushing “I never really…”

“Hey” Rachel said, standing up and facing me “I’m really going to miss you Andrea.  I’ll miss hanging out with you.”

Actually Rachel and I had never hung out.  Both she and Chester were in their thirties, and immersed in academia.  We had rarely even crossed paths in the apartment before.

“Listen, Andrea” she said, taking a step forward.  My nipples were erect, I noticed embarrassedly, and I didn’t really know why “Before I leave do you think…”

“What?”

“No, never mind, it’s too stupid.”

“No” I said “Go on.”

Now it was Rachel who was blushing.  “Do you think I could… just… kiss you once?”

“Yeah” I whispered “That would be ok.”  I hadn’t been kissed in months, by anyone, male or female.  I felt weak in the knees.

Shyly, Rachel kissed me on the lips.  I reached my arms around her girth, my fingers not touching behind her, and kissed her hungrily back.  I could feel her body heat radiating through her clothes.  My smaller naked breasts were pressed against her bosom.  Somehow the towel around my waist came undone, and fell to the floor. The kiss went on and on.  I let my tongue slip into her mouth, exploring.  Her tongue met mine and wrestled playfully.  Finally, we broke off, and she took a step backward.

“God Andrea you are so beautiful.” I could feel her eyes traveling over my naked body “You are really going to break some hearts in this town.  Can we…?  Do you want to…?”

“Yes.” I answered huskily.  I could already feel the heat building between my legs.  Together we ran into my bedroom, landing entwined on my bed.  “Those clothes have to come off” I said “Like, now!”

Sitting up, Rachel pulled off her t-shirt and bra, releasing her exceptionally large boobs.  She unbuttoned and peeled off her tight jeans, revealing a skimpy purple thong.  I could already smell her excitement, and it only made me more horny.  In other circumstances, I might have thought that the tiny purple panties looked silly on her wide expanse of pale flesh, with her stomach hanging down, and her thighs bulging out.  Right now though, I thought they looked sexy, and I wanted to get at what was underneath them.

She watched me watch her as she pulled off her underwear, revealing a totally hairless vagina.  I had never seen one like that in person; I had always thought it was a vaguely creepy and distinctly heterosexual conceit.  Her pussy changed my mind: the waxed look was beautiful for her, emphasizing her curves and softness.  I loved that I could see every little detail of her sex.  Her labia were just peeking out, and a small stainless steel ring pierced one pink lip.

We attacked each other, kissing passionately.  I let my hands travel all over her body before finding the wetness between her legs.  She gasped and bore down on my finger as I rubbed her hard little clit.  Her big tits pressed against me, and she held me close, kissing me deeply as I fingered her.  She shook like a kitten as she came on my unrelenting fingers, moaning into my mouth.

With a sigh, she fell back on the bed, spreading her legs to give me full access.  Her pussy was very wet, dribbling girl come down the crack between her cheeks.  Her labia were swollen and parted like the petals of a rose.  The ring that pierced her left lip glistened invitingly.  I could see her little pink clitoris peeking out from beneath its hood.

It had been a long time since I had tasted pussy (my own excepted), and I wanted to savor the moment.  I stuck out my tongue and delicately traced her opening, from the bottom where her ass cheeks met, up between her pouting lips, and up and around (but not touching) her swollen clit.  She tasted really nice.  Unlike, I’m sorry to say, other girls I have been with, she just tasted clean and a little bit salty.  I savored her sex.  Licking all over her pussy, but avoided her clit for now, I started exploring her with my finger.  She was leaking copiously, and my finger was soon coated in her slippery come.  I slipped it inside her pussy, which welcomed my finger, hot and grasping.  I let my finger slip out and trace down the crack of her pussy, probing between her ass cheeks.

“Yes!  Oh God Andrea Yes!”  She lifted her legs up in the air, raising and spreading her ass for me.  Her asshole, tiny and crinkled, winked invitingly at me.

I let my finger trace the crack between her cheeks, gently stroking the sensitive skin between her pussy and anus.  Tentatively, I circled her little brown hole.  I’d never really looked closely at a butt hole before.  I thought hers looked really cute.  It seemed like such a small hole for her big body.  I wondered how Chester ever got his whole penis up into it.  Absently, I stroked her pussy with the fingers of my other hand as I enjoyed the view of her backside all spread out and vulnerable just for me.  She was begging me loudly at this point “Andrea Baby please touch my asshole, I want to feel your fingers back there!”

A little hesitantly, I pressed my fingertip against her opening.  I didn’t want to hurt her.  Her asshole seemed to open up to swallow my fingertip.  I was surprised at how tight she was back there.  It almost felt like my finger was being devoured by a hungry little mouth.  I pressed in a little, and she pushed back hard, swallowing my finger halfway to the knuckle.  She was moaning incoherently now.  I slipped another finger into her pussy, and concentrated on her ass.

It wasn’t long before my finger was all the way up her hot tight butt hole.  I started fucking her ass with it, alternating strokes with the fingers in her pussy.  I was incredibly turned on at this point, as the juices running down my thighs would testify.  I fucked her harder and harder as our excitement peaked.

“Oh Yes Andrea!  Fuck me! Oh fuck yes!” she shouted, so loud I thought people out on the street would hear us.  I looked up from my anal ministrations, and was amazed to see that I had all five fingers of one hand buried in her cunt.  Now I have small hands, but not that small! It felt amazing to have my entire hand up inside her vagina.  I fucked her with my fist, and slipped another finger up her rear.  The sensation of her coming, choking on her screams, bucking and writhing on me was one of the sexiest things I had ever experienced.  I let my hand and my fingers, coated in her juice, slide out of her limp body.

“Oh Baby” she purred “You’re good.”

She kissed her way down my body, pausing to lick some of the come off my hand.  My clit was quivering with anticipation.  She took her time, sucking on each nipple, nibbling each breast, kissing me all over my tummy and thighs before turning her attention to my aching pussy.

I spread my legs wide for her.  Her tongue felt heavenly on my pussy, and my clit ached for her.  I wanted her to fuck my pussy and lick my clit.  But more than that I wanted…

“So that’s what you want?” she asked, caressing my backside.  I hadn’t realized that I was being so obvious.  I felt like a tramp, my legs in the air and my bottom exposed.  “Why don’t you just roll over?”

I got on my hands and knees on the mattress, and she came at me from behind.  She caressed up and down my back, reaching around to play with my hanging boobs, and then slid down into the virgin territory between my ass cheeks.  I buried my face in a pillow and enjoyed the sensation of her hot breath on my ass.  She was licking me there, up and down the tender flesh between my ass cheeks, and it was driving me crazy.  Suddenly she stopped.  I stayed there, paralyzed, needing her touch.

“Ask me for it.” she said “I want to hear it from your lips.”

“Please…” I said.

“Please what?”

“Please” I went on “I need to feel you there.”

“Where?  Tell me where.”

“My asshole” I begged “Please.”

“Aha!” she gloated “And what do you want me to do to your naughty little asshole?”

“Please” I said in a small voice, feeling very self-conscious “Please Rachel, please lick me and fuck me in the ass.”

She didn’t torture me any more, but put her face between my cheeks and started licking my anus.  It was the most exquisite sensation.  At the same time, she reached between my thighs and started gently rubbing my button.

It was incredible.  It felt so good, I thought I would melt.  I felt like I was in a state of constant orgasm.

“Rachel” I gasped “I need to feel you inside me!  I need you to fuck me in the ass!”

She withdrew her tongue, which felt like it had been about eight inches up my rectum, and pressed her fat finger against my opening.  I closed my eyes and bore down on her.

It felt wild to have her finger back there.  It was a sensation I had never felt before.  Not painful, certainly not that.  Her finger felt huge back there.  I liked it, but I didn’t know how much I could take.

She flipped me over on my back, leaving her finger up my rear, and attacked my clit with her tongue.  She slipped her thumb up my hungry pussy, and played me like a hand puppet as she licked.  I totally lost control.  It seemed like my orgasm went on forever, washing over me in wave after wave of pleasure.  At last it was over, and she withdrew her fingers, leaving me a limp, shivering shell.

She didn’t have much to say to me.  She got up and used the bathroom, and then I watched her get dressed and leave with her boxes.  She left her key on the kitchen counter.  “I’ll see you around” she said as she went out the door, but I doubted it.

My asshole felt tender and hot.  My pussy was still leaking and my clit was tender. I felt relaxed, and a little bit used.  I got up to take a second shower.  I would masturbate to the fresh memory of Rachel fucking me in the ass.  I really needed to start dating again.

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The Toad

June 2, 2009 at 6:39 am · Filed under erotica ·Tagged ,

“I’d Love to Fuck Your Brother.”

I swear she said that just to fuck with me.  It is November, and it is already ass-butt cold outside.  The trees are bare, and their branches creak and groan like the groping grasping hands of a blind old beggar lady. We are playing pool in the upstairs room of The Brewery. All I have to do is sink the eight-ball to win.  I scratch.

Later, under a million cold hard stars, grasping the steering wheel with gloved hands and wishing that the heater would come on, her words came back to me.  I’d heard the same thing, mostly not quite so bluntly from a lot of my girl friends and a few of my guy friends.  But The Toad?

Okay, that is a terrible thing to call her, and even thinking it makes me a terrible person.  I’d never ever say it aloud, but Jen, who’s been my friend since the deep dark pit of despair that was junior high school looks like a toad: short, squat, with oversized lips and slightly bulgy eyes.  Her hair is shoulder length, dishwater brown and limp; her bust is enormous and usually contained under something that looks a little like a gunny sack; and she looks out at the world through a pair of half inch thick horn rimmed glasses. Even though we had been friends forever, I had never heard Jen talk about guys or sex or crushes or dating or anything.  I had assumed that she just wasn’t interested.

“I’d jump Kaleb if I ever had the chance” she had said, finishing her beer.  I bent over and pulled the back the cue, trying to concentrate on the shot “I’ll bet he’s got a pretty big dick.”

I blew the shot.  It was Jen’s game, the bitch.  “I’ve seen it” I said with an evil little smile, draining my own beer “You’re right, it is pretty big.”

It takes a couple miles before the heater starts to kick in.  I’m just glad the stupid car started in the first place.  I’ve scraped a patch of frost off the inside of the windshield so that I can see to drive.  Say what you like about Ohio, the winters are cold.  No fooling.

I think about Kaleb, and try to picture him fucking The Toad.  It makes me smile because I just can’t see it.  He is slender and good looking, with olive skin and far away eyes and the build of a long distance runner.  He doesn’t need this right now anyway; he’s got problems of his own.  He’s moved back in to Mom’s house at the ripe old age of twenty-eight, and is in the middle of getting a divorce.  He got layed off from his corporate gig in Boston, and has been working swing shifts at a CD factory.

On second thought, maybe a good fuck is exactly what he does need.

The Toad and I are sitting on my old bed in my old bedroom, looking through our old high school yearbook.  It has only been three years, but already the people in the pictures look strange, foreign, as if they came from another time, another place; the land of Disco in the realm of the Heartland.  We are both amazed; there is no one there that we feel a thread of connection to anymore.

“So have you really?” she asks.  We have been smoking a little pot, which makes free association seem natural, and everything a little more surreal.

“Really what?”

“You know—seen his dick?”

I have, in point of fact, seen Kaleb’s dick twice.  Once when I accidentally/on-purpose walked into the bathroom when he had just stepped out of the shower; and a second time when I had spied on him while he jerked off to a porno magazine.

“Well, does it make a difference?” Jen asked “If it’s a big one or not?”

“Of course it makes a difference.” I told her “But it doesn’t necessarily make it any better.”

I was about ninety percent sure that Jen was a virgin.  Me, I had gotten rid of my virginity at the earliest possible opportunity.  I had discovered that sex could be in turns awkward, embarrassing, uncomfortable or even painful; and then pleasurable, addictive, explosively orgasmic; and finally: a lot more fun with girls.  It wasn’t that I was a lesbian exactly; I would say I was like  a vegetarian who occasionally indulged in a big juicy cheeseburger.

“So how would he do it to you?” I asked.  .

“Oh I don’t know…” she said “He’d take me out someplace nice for dinner… it would be romantic but not too fancy, and we’d have great conversation and drink some wine…”

The Toad had obviously thought this through.

“And then what would happen?”

“Oh you know” she blushed “He’d take me home and we’d… do it.”

“Details girl!  I want details!”

Jen was bright red.  She hit me over the head with a pillow.

“Come on girl, spill it!  I’d tell you.”  It was true.  When I was first discovering my interest in girls, it was The Toad who got to hear all about my crushes, all my lusts, all in gory detail.  I don’t know what she’d made of my lesbian fantasies.  ‘Interesting idea’ was all she would ever say.

“Well, the thing is I’m not very experienced.” she said “So I don’t know how it’s really supposed to work.  I mean, aside from the obvious: insert tab A in slot B stuff.”

Jen and I must make an odd pair, I thought.  If I’m going to call her The Toad, I should really call myself The Stork.  Where Jen was short and stocky, I was tall and gangly.  And flat as a rail.  With our glasses and our predilection for comfortable oversized sweaters and baggy pants, we must look like refugees from Geek Central.  It didn’t help that we were both heavily into scifi/fantasy; and computers.  In high school, we had both been total outcasts.  Fortunately, there is more to life than high school.

“I was thinking” Jen went on “Maybe you could help me practice.”

Okay, now I was interested.  I had never ever had a sexual feeling for The Toad.  Hadn’t even crossed my mind on hot summer nights as I lay sweating on top of the sheets, strumming my clit and picturing all the girls I knew or had ever seen, and what they would look like naked and between my legs, licking my drenched and sticky sex until I finally exploded and was able to drift off to sleep at long long last.

You know, Jen might not technically be very attractive, but she is a pretty fucking awesome human being.

“What exactly did you have in mind?” I asked

“I thought maybe” she was blushing again.  It was pretty cute “You could teach me how to kiss… and stuff.”

She’s twenty one, and doesn’t even know how to kiss.  My heart melted for her.

“I could take Kaleb’s part and we could go through the motions.  Just for practice of course.”

“Ok” she giggled. “Just for practice.”

I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. It felt nice.  Strange but nice.  She pressed back against me, and I slipped my tongue into her mouth.  Her tongue tentatively met mine.  We kissed like that for a long time.  She was a little hesitant and unsure, but enthusiastic and eager to learn.

“Oh Rachel”

“Call me Kaleb.”

“Kaleb, I’ve never been kissed before.  Not really.  Not like that.”

We kissed again, and my hand found her breast.  It was warm and soft and huge.  I found myself tugging up her sweater.

I struggled with the clasp of her bra. Damn those things!  I finally got it loose, and her tits spilled forth into the bedroom.  They didn’t look like anything you’d see in a magazine or a video; and I wouldn’t want to be the one to have to carry them around all day; but I loved losing myself in her soft pliable, asymmetric breasts, kissing and licking and nibbling all over what seemed like acres of brilliant white flesh.  Her nipples were huge, in the middle of dark brown aureole, and rabidly erect.  They just begged to be sucked on, and suck I did.

We struggled and tugged and got her skirt down around her ankles.  I was still fully dressed, and horny as all fuck.  My pussy was drooling into my panties, and just the pressure of her naked leg against my jeans-clad thigh was driving me insane.

She kicked her legs and suddenly she was lying on her back in front of me wearing nothing but her underwear.  Garfield panties?  I didn’t know they even made those in adult sizes!  I could see the swell of her sex, the suggestion of lips through the thin material. Garfield smirked at me from a yellow cotton background.  The Toad arched her back, lifting her ass off the bed, and I pulled them straight off.  Then I gasped out loud.

Her pussy was swollen and purple, crowned with a healthy triangle of brown hair, and her clit was peeking out like tiny little red penis straining to get out from under its little hood and up at my hungry tongue.  I could already see her wetness, making a moist trail down the crack of her ass.

Her labia were pierced with half a dozen stainless steel barbells, sewing her pussy up tight as the bars of a high security jail cell.

“Oh my god Jen, who did this to you?”

“Mr. Silverman, our math teacher.” she giggled self consciously “It was his graduation present for me. We were together our whole senor year.  I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid of getting him fired.”

“I thought you were a virgin!  It sounds like you’ve got some experience under your belt.”

“Well we didn’t do anything technically sexual together.”

“Do tell.”

“He used to put clothespins on my nipples and spank me with a ruler and make me masturbate in front of him.  Sometimes he would have me put a vibrator up my butt.  Then he would, you know, jerk off onto me.”

“Jen, why?”

“Well ‘cause I asked him to, silly!”

“But your pussy!”

She smiled “Oh I can take those out any time I want to.  I take them out once a month anyway.  And someday I’ll take them out for a special guy.  But meanwhile I still have full access to my clit.”

Wow.  The universe had just shifted slightly on its axis.

“Kaleb” she said to me with a shy smile “I think I’d like to see you naked now.”

I took off my clothes as if in a trance.  I could physically feel her eyes roving over my body, exploring me hungrily as I peeled off shirt and bra, stepped out of my jeans.  I felt myself blush.  I felt vulnerable and exposed standing naked in front of her as she looked me up and down.

We kissed again.  Her skin felt awesome pressed against mine.  Irresistibly, I slid down her body, pausing briefly to visit her huge tits, exploring the tender bulge of her tummy, her deep set navel, finally reaching my goal, the damp flame of her cunt.

I could feel the heat radiating off of her.  If her clit got any more swollen, it might pop.  I closed my eyes and stuck out my tongue, and traced the steel-laced length of her labia.  She was hot and wet and salty.  I could feel each one of the barbells underneath my tongue.

“Oh Kaleb, Yes!  My clit!”

I couldn’t stand to torture her any more.  I stuck my tongue out and found her red hot button.  She went crazy, like an attention starved cat while you are trying to read a book:  arching up and rubbing herself on my face, purring and moaning and writhing sexily on the bed.  She was wet, and I was covered in her juice.  I clasped her buttocks (surprisingly small and firm) in my hands and drew her to me, licking and sucking until my tongue ached and her body shook.

“Oh My God” her slightly bulging eyes were wide open and there was a huge grin on her face.  “Kaleb you are incredible!  Let me suck your cock!”

I got up and opened my sock drawer and retrieved Pinky, my current favorite. It was large and realistically shaped, bright pink with sparkles.

“No” she said, pointing between my legs at my drooling sex “I want your cock in my mouth.”

Well it had never been put to me quite that way before, but I was game to play.  I knelt over her face, offering her my freshly trimmed, soaking wet and slippery, desperately horny pussy.

Well, maybe Toad isn’t such a bad name for her: she’s got a tongue that’s about six feet long.  For someone who’d never licked pussy before, she wasted no time diving into my cunt.  She was slurping up and down my slit, stuffing my hungry pussy full of her thick fingers, tantalizing my clit and teasing the super sensitive skin around my asshole.

“Oh Kaleb” she moaned from between my thighs “Please fuck me now!”

I looked down at her cunt, locked tight with surgical steel.

“In my ass” she said, looking up from below my mons “Please fuck me in the ass.”

She didn’t have to ask me twice!  I lifted up her legs, exposing her cute little ass.  Her cheeks parted naturally, showing me her wrinkled brown anus.

I couldn’t help myself: I lowered my face to her crack and rimmed her vigorously, probing her asshole with my tongue, delighting in her earthy musk, the tightness of her hole, the raw sexuality of the moment.

She giggled and squirmed and buried her face in my snatch.

“Fuck me now Kaleb, please fuck my ass!” her voice was muffled by my pussy on her mouth.

Her asshole winked hungrily.  I wet Pinky with my own juice, reveling in the low level buzz that transmitted all the way to the root of my clit.  Then I pressed the head of the vibrator against her little opening.

She opened right up, and the tip of the cock slipped effortlessly in.

“Yes Kaleb Oh Yes!  I’m so horny!  Shove that cock right up my asshole!”

I started out gently, not wanting to hurt her, but the slower I went, the more she begged.  Finally I had all seven inches buried in her tight backside, and she was writhing around, pleading with me to fuck her ass hard.

I slid Pinky in and out, fucking her faster and faster, really getting into it.  I loved fucking her ass.  I kept bumping her swollen clit with my thumb when I pressed the cock up inside her.  Her cunt was soaked.  Her barbells were covered in joy juice, and gleamed in the bedroom light.  She had fingers up my pussy, fingers up my asshole, fingers on my clit, and she was going to make me fucking come all over her.

“OH YES KALEB!” We didn’t have any close neighbors, and Mom worked nights at the hospital.  Thank god.  “YOUR COCK FEELS SO GOOD UP MY ASS! OH KALEB! FUCK ME! OH YEAH I’M GOING TO COME!”

We somehow managed to orgasm together, writhing and licking and fucking in one slippery, sticky, salty, wet knot.  I ground my cunt all over her face, riding waves of pleasure, not really caring if she could breathe or not as I fucked her ass without mercy and slurped her clit with my tongue.  I don’t really know how long it lasted.  She kept calling out Kaleb’s name.  Her body shook and her stomach convulsed again and again.  At the very peak, she let go with a little squirt that caught me right in the face.  I drank her eagerly, tasting her salty essence.  At long last, we collapsed together onto the bed.

We cuddled together, enjoying being close, kissing and petting softly.  When I finally looked up, I was startled to see my brother Kaleb standing in the light of the half open doorway.  I sat bolt upright.  Jen lay paralyzed where she was.

He cleared his throat.  “I thought I heard someone call my name.”  Pinky chose that moment to eject with a *pop* from Jen’s butt.

We all three laughed until it hurt.

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Amy Downstairs

May 30, 2009 at 9:39 am · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , ,

1.

Wow, so it was really going to be real.  My husband Ted had finally gotten that job in California.  We were moving out west; in three weeks we would be out of the apartment and out of New York City, driving a Ryder truck across the country, on our way to a whole new life.

It still didn’t seem quite real.  And yet there was so much to take care of, so many loose ends to wrap up.  I quit working –as a freelancer that was easy enough for me to do; Ted would have to stay in his office almost all the way to the bitter end.

I ran into Amy, the daughter of the couple who lived downstairs from us, sitting on the stoop.  My hands were full of grocery bags.  She offered to hold one for me while I opened the front door.

Amy was a pretty girl; soft and curvy and bookish, polite and soft-spoken.  I had had a huge –and quite perverted- crush on her ever since we had moved into the place two years ago.  Sometimes when Ted and I had sex, I fantasized about her listening to us from down below, masturbating to our sex noises.  Sometimes I would moan out loud just for her imagined benefit.

She was so cute, so pretty and serious and I found her teenage awkwardness absolutely enchanting.  I think she kind of reminded me of myself at that age.  Only sexier.  I had hardly ever talked to her; in her presence I seemed to become as tongue tied as a teen myself.

“Is it true you’re moving out Mrs. Katz?” she asked me, still holding a bag full of groceries.

“Yes,” I told her “Me and my husband are moving to California at the end of the month.”

“Oh,” Amy said, looking sad “I’m going to miss you guys so much.”

She very sweetly offered to help me carry the groceries upstairs (Ted and I lived on the fifth floor, Amy and her family lived on the fourth.)  When we got to the front door, I set down my bags and fumbled for the key.  When I unlocked the apartment door, there was an electrically charged pause.  After what seemed like a long time, but what was probably only a couple of heartbeats, I said “Amy, would you like to come in and hang out for a while?”

Oh My God. Was I hitting on a girl half my own age?

“Sure Mrs. Katz, that’d be great.  I’ve never even been inside your place before.”

“Okay,” I said as the door shut fatefully behind us, “but if we’re going to be friends, you’ve got to stop calling me ‘Mrs. Katz’.  My name is Andrea.”

“No problem… Andrea,” she said “Where should I put this bag?”

“Right next to the bed, along with all your clothes,” was what I wanted to say.  Instead I said, “On the kitchen counter would be fine, thanks.”

“Would you like a coke Amy?” I asked as I put vegetables away.

“Sure.” she said.  I dug a can of coke out of the refrigerator and opened a beer for myself.  We sat down on the couch in the living room and talked about school, work, the weather, whatever.  That is to say, we talked about nothing in particular.  I had the eerie feeling that I was out on a first date.

Then, out of the blue, she hit me with a thunderbolt.

“Mrs. Katz- I mean Andrea, have you ever kissed a girl?”

Oh God.  My clit, which had been obnoxiously perky ever since Amy had said ‘Hello’ suddenly swelled up like a hard pink pencil eraser.

“Yes,” I managed to say without blowing beer out my nose, “Yes, I have.”

“Is it different from kissing boys?” she wanted to know, “Is it nicer?”

I thought back to the different girls I had kissed.  Holy shit, I hadn’t been with a girl since I was in college, over a decade ago .  “It’s certainly different,” I told her, “Nicer?  I guess it depends on who you’re kissing.”

“Oh, okay.” she said, “I was thinking about being a lesbian.  But I wasn’t sure because I’ve never kissed a girl before.”  She finished her coke. “Well, I’ve got to go.  Thanks for letting me hang out Mrs. Katz.”

As soon as she left I pretty much pulled my jeans straight down and masturbated to a humongous (and loud) orgasm right there on the couch.  When Mr. Katz got home later that evening, he didn’t know what had hit him.  Not that he was complaining; I almost never initiated sex.  To tell the truth I usually preferred my vibrator, any more.

2.

The next day, about three in the afternoon, there was a tap at the door.  I honestly had no idea who it might be.  UPS?  Jehovah’s Witnesses?  I had been packing books (books are the bane of moving) away into boxes.  There at my door was Amy, bright and sunny, wearing a little white sundress that was almost but not quite see through.  My heart leapt up into my throat.

“Hey Mrs. Katz!  I was wondering if you felt like hanging out.  My parents won’t be home till this evening.  If you feel like company that is.  If you don’t mind.”

Of course I didn’t mind.  Amy’s father was Polish, her mother Palestinian.  I have no idea how they met.  They seem like really nice people.  He was an engineer, she was an architect, and they both kept long hours.  I knew Amy had two older brothers, but they were both grown up and out of the house.  Poor kid must be lonely.

“Come on in!” I said, “And stop calling me Mrs. Katz.  I’m only 36.  You make me sound so old!”

“I don’t think you look old Andrea,” she said skipping into the apartment, “I think you’re beautiful.”

Oh God.

“I hope I’m not interrupting you.” she said, noticing the boxes strewn across the living room floor, “Is this a bad time?”

“Not at all,” I said truthfully, “I needed a break anyway.  Can I get you a coke or anything?”

“A glass of water would be great, thanks!”

I poured her a glass of water and opened a beer for myself (I needed a beer!), and we both sat down on the big comfy red couch.  How were we going to get that big old couch down the stairs?  Ugh.

“I decided I’m not a lesbian.” Amy piped up.  I almost snarfed my drink. “At least I’ve decided that I don’t have to decide yet.”

“That’s right,” I said, “You’ve got plenty of time to decide.”

“And some people like both, don’t they?”

“That’s right.” I said, “Some people do.”

“You wanna know what?” she asked.

“What?”

“I lost my virginity two weeks ago… Don’t ever tell my mom that, ok?  She wants me to wait until I’m married.  As if.”

Not to worry, I wasn’t about to tell her mother anything. “Oh?  Well congratulations.  And how was it?”

“It pretty much sucked.  It was with this guy from school, we did it over at his apartment when his parents weren’t home.  Some of my friends had told me he had a really big dick…” she made a face, “and he did.”

I went to take a sip of my beer and realized that I had already drained the bottle

“Bigger isn’t always better.” I said.

“Yeah no kidding.” Amy said, “It hurt.  More than I’d thought it would I guess.  I was kinda glad it was over pretty quickly.  But I didn’t even get to… you know, have a come.”

“I’m so sorry Sweety.” I said

“It’s ok.” she said brightly

There was a long pause.  I was hugely conscious of being incredibly turned on.  I swear I was making the couch wet through the denim of my jeans at that point.  I couldn’t believe this was happening, that I was even having this conversation.  ‘Holy Shit’ I thought to myself ‘I am going to fuck this little girl.’

“Andrea,” she started hesitantly, “Do you ever masturbate?”

“Of course!” I laughed, “Everybody masturbates.  I do it all the time.”

There was a very long pause.  I held my breath.  We made eye contact.

“Sometimes I do it with my hairbrush.” Amy whispered.

Just then the phone rang.  It was Ted calling in from the office.

“I should go.” Amy mouthed at me.  I fluttered my hand at her, and watched her shapely behind wiggle under that sundress as she left the apartment.

Oh My God I was so turned on!  This time I made it all the way to the bedroom, grabbing my vibrator from the top drawer and jamming.  I came hard and I came fast and I came loud.  I realized that I was being extra noisy for Amy’s benefit, hoping that she was downstairs and could hear me through the floor.  That thought turned me on immensely.

That night, Ted wanted to have sex again.  Somewhat to my own surprise, I didn’t mind one bit.  Two nights in a row for us, something like a new record!  He was actually still a really very sexy man, and I loved watching his face when he came.  Later, when he was asleep next to me, I rubbed myself to a lovely little orgasm.

When we had started dating, we had had sex pretty often.  Now that we had been married for nearly five years, the sex was- well I hate admitting it, but the sex was pretty boring.  Not unpleasant; far from it.  I loved Ted, and I was almost always happy to put out for him when ever he wanted it, and sometimes I would even get to come.  But the fact was masturbation seemed like more fun and less fuss.  And it had been that way for years now.

Our sex life had never ever been very kinky, which was a drag, but I’d never know how to approach Ted about it.  I’d say that I’m a pretty open person, and that I’m up for trying most things, but I’ve never been very good at talking about sex with Ted; I always get embarrassed.  As for Ted, he’s always seemed happy enough with our sexual activities, and never seemed particularly interested in trying different things.

He knew that I’d fooled around with girls, and even had a girlfriend in college, but I’d never known what he thought about that.

And I had no idea what he might say if I told him that I had a bad case of the hots for the teenage girl downstairs.

3.

The weekend passed by at a snails pace.  We went upstate to a party at a friends place.  It was fun, but bittersweet seeing people who it would be a long time before we saw again, if ever.  And yet I was constantly distracted, unable to focus.  My mind kept wandering back to New York City and that pretty underaged girl downstairs.  Could she really seriously want to –I don’t know what- with me?  Would I actually go through with it?  I’ve never ever fooled around on Ted.  And then there was the small matter of her age.  She was less than half my own age.  She could (conceivably) have been my own daughter.

On Monday morning, I got all snuggly with Ted, kissing him and telling him over and over how much I loved him.  For a moment it seemed as if we were about to get it on, but then he realized what time it was.  “Just wait till I get home Andrea!” he kissed me one last time and hurried up to get dressed.

I spent most of the day in the kitchen, packing up all the stuff that we wouldn’t need to use in the next couple weeks.  I was super jumpy.  I kept hoping to hear a tap on my door, even though I knew that Amy was surely at school.

In the early afternoon, sick of packing and itching with sexual frustration, I decided to bag it and go for a run around the park.  It was a good choice.  I took two turns around the park.  It felt good to work out, and soaked in honest sweat, I climbed the five flights back up to the apartment.  I stretched out, did some crunches, and jumped into a blessed hot shower.

I barely heard the knock over the rushing water.  Fuck Me!

I jumped out of the shower, dripping wet; wrapped a towel around my body and ran (yes ran) to the front door.  If this was a Jehovah’s Witness, I swear I would kill!

It was Amy.  She was wearing a faded pair of blue jeans and a sweetly ironic Sailor Moon t-shirt; her thick dark hair cascaded over her shoulders.  Her young breasts made delicious little bumps like Sno-Cones in the front of the white cotton shirt.  She had never looked so sexy to me as at that moment.  She looked all round and curvy and ripe as a peach ready to be squeezed and kissed and licked and… Oh my!  I really am a pervert!

“Oh Mrs. Katz! Is this a bad time?”

“Not at all Amy.  Come on in.”

She stood in the doorway, the door half open behind her.  I faced her, standing in the hall, towel wrapped around my body, a little puddle spreading out on the hardwood floor beneath me.

And then, like a diver on the high board, I pushed off, spinning downward into an rapidly accelerating unstoppable arc.

I took Amy’s small soft hands in my own.  I noticed that I was trembling.  I bent down (she was a good six or eight inches short than me) and kissed her on the lips.  She responded eagerly.  It felt really good to kiss those soft little lips.  How long had it been since I’d kissed a girl?  Way too long. Years and years.  Her hands squeezed mine tight.

Finally our kiss ended.  Our lips separated, but our hands were still clasped together.

“Is this ok?” Amy asked

“Yes.  Oh god yes.” I said pulling her closer to me.  Her lips found mine and we kissed hard and passionately as we embraced.  Amy’s tongue aggressively pressed into my mouth.  I nibbled on her lower lip.  She moaned into me.  She was an amazing kisser.  It had been years since I had kissed anyone but Ted.  Just kissing this little nymph was making my knees weak.

Finally the kiss ended.  As we broke off our embrace, the purple towel that I had wrapped around my midriff fell to the floor.

“Oh my gosh Mrs. Katz,” Amy exclaimed from the open doorway, “You’re beautiful!”

I blushed, despite myself.  “Come inside.  And close that door!”

“So how was it?” I asked once we were both inside and the door was shut, “To kiss a girl?”  I could feel her eyes on my naked body, and I blushed once again.

“Great!” she said, not taking her eyes off of me, “I want more.”

We kissed again, hotter, harder.  I caught myself rubbing my naked tits against her smaller, bra-enclosed ones.  I didn’t ever want to stop kissing her.  Finally, we came up for air.

“Mrs. Katz… Andrea,” she said breathlessly, “You’re so beautiful… I love your breasts.”

I’ve always been secretly proud of my boobs.  They’re not the biggest in the world, but they’re big enough, and I think they have a nice shape to them.  I felt my nipples perk up even more at the compliment.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” Amy said.

“Me either.” I said.

“I want to fuck you.” she said quietly, “What do you want?”

“I want… I want you to be naked.”

I pulled Amy into the living room.  My trembling hands pulled the Sailor Moon t-shirt up over her head.  She unsnapped her bra from behind, letting it fall to the floor.

Her tits were small and conical, and very perky, with gumdrop sized nipples that were swollen with excitement.  “Do you think they’re ok?” she asked, “I know they’re not as big as yours.”

“Oh Amy!” was all I could manage.  I dropped to my knees, taking her tit into my mouth and sucking it like a fiend.  Meanwhile, my fingers worked the button of her jeans.

It was a trick, keeping her boob in my mouth and unbuttoning her pants, but somehow I managed it.  Finally I got the last button undone, and her soft faded jeans fell in a heap around her ankles.  I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy through her white cotton underpants.  I loved the smell of her.

I released her boob, all wet and pink and swollen, and tugged her panties down.  She had a perfect little triangle of black curly pubic hair, incredibly soft.  Unable to resist, I kissed her right between the legs.  She was already quite wet.

Amy giggled at the touch of my lips, and squirmed, tripping on the bunched-up jeans around her legs. She fell laughing onto the rug.  I crawled voraciously over to her, my tits hanging down, licking my lips hungrily.  Her knees splayed apart, opening herself up for me.

Her pussy was beautiful, heartbreakingly delicate.  Petite labia were puffy and engorged, and glistened with wetness.  I could see her clit, a tiny little pink button, peeking out from beneath its hood.

“Please Andrea…” she whispered to me.

I licked up and down her pussy, spreading her wide open with my tongue.  She tasted so good, so hot and sexy and clean.  I couldn’t keep my tongue off her clit long though.  As soon as I gravitated up to her sexy little button, she got super excited, wiggling around and moaning “Yes Oh Yes God Yes!”

As I flicked her clit with my tongue, I let a finger slip up her sweet little pussy.  I couldn’t believe how hot she was inside!  It felt amazing to be finger fucking this beautiful girl. Her pussy was super tight and muscular. She humped back against my thrusting finger.  My jaw was starting to ache, but I wasn’t about to stop. I had a rhythm going on her clit and I could tell she was really close.  Experimentally, I let one wet finger brush against her anus.  Her moans immediately increased in pitch and intensity, and her hips rose up off the floor.  I kept my face buried in her pussy, finger fucking her pussy and very gently tickling her asshole as my exhausted tongue flicked her clit.  I couldn’t breathe and I didn’t care.  I just wanted her to come.

At last she came, and hard!  Her body squeezed my finger, and her asshole pulsated, letting the tip of my finger slip inside.  I kept my tongue on her clit as long as I dared, while her body shook and shuddered and she kept saying my name over and over again.

Finally it was over and I detached myself from her.  She lay there on the floor in front of me, flushed and sweaty, jeans bunched up around her ankles, with a big beautiful grin on her face.  I was covered in her juices.  I felt like I was glowing.

“How was that?” I asked

“Wow!” she said, “That was amazing!  I’ve never… Do you think I’m a pervert?”

“Now why would I ever think that?”

“It really got me off when you touched me… back there.  No one’s ever done that to me before.”

“That doesn’t make you a pervert.  Lots of people like anal play.  I sure do.”

“Mrs. Katz, you have such a beautiful ass.  That’s what first… what I first noticed about you.”

We kissed for a while more.  She kicked off the tangled mass of jeans and panties.  I encouraged her to let her hands explore my body all over.  I loved feeling her hands on my breasts.  I was so wet and excited, my pussy made little squooshy noises every time I moved.  Finally, after what seemed like an exquisite eternity, I began to feel a purpose to her shy explorations.  I let her maneuver me onto my hands and knees, with my head resting on my folded arms on the couch, my ass thrust up in the air.

I shivered with anticipation as she explored me from behind, softly kissing all over.  How long had it been since I had received any attention back there?  I wanted to scream out loud “Lick Me Amy! Lick My Ass!” but I didn’t.

I was drooling.  Wetness was literally running down my thighs.  I felt her hot breath on my pussy.  I thought I would melt.  Then her soft, sexy, still a little bit shy tongue was running up and down my swollen, hungry crack, making me jump every time it met my clit.

“Oh fuck!” I moaned into the pillow.  In response Amy licked harder, more aggressively, slurping my pussy like a kid with an ice cream cone.

My clit was so hard it felt it felt like a little dick hanging down between my legs.  Exploring fingers found my breasts, tweaked and pinched the nipples.  I was making all kinds of animal noises as she pleasured me.  The next time she fucking touched my clit I was going to come all over her pretty young face.

And then she pulled back.  Her small hands still cupped my breasts.  I held my breath.  I could hear the traffic down on the street, the thumping of my own heart.

Then her tongue again.  Searching, tentatively shyly exploring between my spread cheeks.  Her tongue brushed against my asshole, light as a feather.  I wiggled my ass invitingly.  “Yes, Oh please yes!”

Emboldened, she returned to my ass.  Circling it with her tongue, then flicking it, and finally burying her tongue inside me.  I was in heaven.  It felt like she had about a yard of tongue up my butt.  “Please fuck me!” I managed to gasp out.

Without removing her tongue, she slipped fingers, two, three I don’t know, up into my hungry, more than ready pussy.  She began fucking me in earnest, hard and fast, still licking my asshole like a mad thing.  Every time she thrust into me, her thumb would brush my engorged clitoris.  I exploded, coming so hard, coming over and over again in body shaking waves.  She stayed with me until it was over, and I was a sweaty, quivering mass of flesh lying on the living room floor.

“Was that ok?” she asked.

I realized that I was crying “Yes,” I said through tears, “Oh Amy that was amazing!”

“So you don’t…. think I’m perverted?”

“Oh no, no never.  You could do anything you wanted to me.  Anything!”

We hugged and she kissed the tears off my cheeks.  We cuddled for a while, naked together on the couch.  Then Amy got up to use the bathroom.  I started to think about a second round.  And I also started to think about what time Ted would be coming home.

“This doesn’t count as cheating for you, right?” Amy said standing naked in front of me like some slightly chubby erotic angel.  “Because we’re both girls.”

“Yeah,” I said smiling though inside I wasn’t so sure, “That’s right.”

“You’re so lucky,” she said, still standing there letting me admire her body, “You’ve got an awesome husband.  I think he’s really hot.”

“Would you like to fuck him?” I heard myself say

“Would you let me?”

“Yeah.” I said, “I think that would be hot.”

“When does he get home?”

“Usually around five thirty.”

“So we’ve got time to do it again now?”

My god, the girl was insatiable.  Fortunately, so was I.

4.

I swear, that girl had a tongue six feet long that could out-wrestle an alligator.  We were lying on top of the bed, enjoying the sensation of warm sunlight streaming in through the window onto our naked bodies.  My face was sticky with her juices.

As I lay there, idly stroking Amy’s luxurious thick dark hair, I was feeling a contradictory mix of sexual contentment and nervous jitters.  I honestly didn’t know what Ted would say or do when he got home.

Insofar as we had ever talked about sexual fantasies, I knew that having a threesome with two women was one of Ted’s.  But wasn’t this the sort of thing that you planned out with your spouse, or at least got him to agree to in advance?  I didn’t know, not having any prior experience in this realm.  I hoped against hope that I hadn’t just ruined my marriage.  I wasn’t sure I could live without Ted in my life.

I heard his key in the door and I jumped involuntarily, starting Amy out of her half doze.

“Honey, I’m home!” came his familiar singsong greeting.

“We’re in the bedroom!” I called.

I’ll never in a million years forget his face when he walked into the bedroom and saw us there on the bed.  A whole spectrum of emotions registered in that first silent moment, but a big fat grin steadily won out, lighting up his entire face.

“We’ve been waiting for you.” I said, “Haven’t we, Amy?”

“Yeah…” she said, stretching like a cat, “Waiting for hours and hours.”

We watched, enthralled, as he undressed.  I’ve always thought it was kind of sexy, watching Ted undress.  Now I glowed with pride as I watched Amy watch him.  I was glad that she thought he was sexy too.

“He’s beautiful!” Amy told me.  Ted’s cock hung down thick between his legs.  “He looks delicious.”

“Would you like to taste him?” I asked, “Would you like to suck on that?”

“Yeah!” Amy blushed red.  It was cute. “I mean sure, I’d love to.  But this is the first time… I mean I’ve never…”

“You’ve never given a blowjob?”  I was a little shocked, after the things she and I had just done together.

“No…. I’ve used my hand before.”

“We’ll show you how.  Right Ted?”

Ted certainly didn’t object.  He crawled up onto the bed, standing on his knees.  His cock had perked right up at the mention of sucking; now it was pointed happily at the ceiling.

Amy got down on her knees in front of him. “What should I do?”

“Take it in your mouth.” I told her.  She opened wide and swallowed Ted’s penis.  She was able to take the whole thing in her mouth.  Instinctively her head started bobbing up and down, pausing now and then to lick it like a big lollipop.  Truth be told, she didn’t really need much instruction.  I found it incredibly sexy to watch her sucking my husband’s cock.  She looked beautiful like that.  So did he.  I joined in, licking the shaft of his cock while she sucked the head and playing with his balls and squeezing his tight little butt as he gently fucked her mouth.  Sometimes Amy and I would kiss each other across his cock.  It was really hot.  I realized that I was fingering myself.  Amy looked over at me and grinned.  Then she handed me Ted’s dick, harder than I’d seen it in a long time and soaked in her saliva.  I took him hungrily into my mouth.  When was the last time I gave Ted a blowjob?

Ted’s moans changed tenor.  His cock thrust more urgently into my mouth.  I opened up my eyes and realized that Amy had maneuvered behind Ted, and that her face was busy between his ass cheeks.  That was a place I had never dared go with him.

“Holy Shit Andrea…” he whispered to me, his eyes glazed over as if in a trance.  Amy came up for air, rubbing her soft naked body against my husband’s back.  I kept my mouth on his dick.  My eyes met Amy’s.  Very deliberately, she slipped two fingers deep, deep up her lovely little pussy until the third knuckles were hidden in her pubic curls.

“So wet.” she said quietly.  Then she moved her hand back to Ted’s ass.  He stiffened as she penetrated him, then moaned almost inaudibly, relaxing into it.  “I’m fucking your husband.” she told me with a wicked little smile.

Ted didn’t last long after that, with Amy’s fingers inside him and my eager mouth all over his cock.  I could feel Amy finger fucking him, and it turned me on immensely.  He came loud and hard and hot, squirting hot salty slightly bitter semen into my mouth as Amy’s little hand vigorously fucked his ass.  I’d never let Ted come in my mouth before.  I guess I’d always thought it was kind of gross.  At that moment, it was the sexiest most intimate sensation ever.

We all collapsed onto the bed, kissing and touching.  My fingers were still busy on my clit.  Amy’s fingers replaced them.  I found her very wet pussy.  As Ted watched, we brought each other off once again, almost simultaneously.  Amy’s eyes squeezed tight, and her small breasts flushed red and jiggled when she came.  I caught Ted’s eye and winked.  He just smiled.  I don’t know when I had come so many times in one day before.

“I’d really like to fuck you.” she told Ted, “If that’s still all right with you?”

They both looked over at me.

“That’s fine with me,” I said, “I think that’d be really hot.”  Ted’s dick was hard again.  When was the last time he’d had two comes in one session?  “Do we have any condoms?”

That was a problem.  We hadn’t used a condom in ages; I was on the pill and had been since before we married.  Going without really wasn’t an option; none of us needed a teen pregnancy on our hands.  In the end, Ted had to pull on some clothes and run downstairs to the bodega on the corner while Amy and I snuggled up in the bed.

While we were waiting, Amy put those sweet lips of hers to good use again.  Before too long she had me right on the edge of orgasm all over again.  I could get used to having this kind of a sex life.

Ted came back into the room, all out of breath with a small paper bag in hand.  He was already pulling off his trousers.  “All right, break it up you two!”

While he got naked again, I got the box of condoms open and tore one of the wrapped packages open.  A little oral attention got Ted all stiff and ready.  I rolled the condom down onto his straining needy cock, taking care not to catch any of his pubes.  Amy watched silently.  I couldn’t wait to see my husbands’ hard dick sliding in and out of her beautiful little pussy.

“I’m a little nervous.” Amy said, “It wasn’t so good the last time.  I mean the first time.”

“It’ll be ok.” I said, giving her hand a squeeze, “He’s a good size.  And he’ll be gentle.  I promise.”

“I want it.” she said, “I want him inside me.  I’m so horny right now.  It’s just a little scary that’s all.  I’m glad it’s not too big.”

Amy got onto her hands and knees, and Ted came at her from behind.  He played with her breasts while I guided his latex-sheathed cock to her pussy.  I couldn’t resist giving her a little lick, and letting my tongue snake up to her tiny asshole.  She tasted so good.  I rubbed his cock between her labia, brushing the head up against her straining little clit, making her wiggle.  The smell of sex was intoxicating.

“Please,” Amy moaned, “Oh please”

“Please,” Ted whispered.  With one hand, I guided his dick to her hungry hole.  With a tiny little movement, he nudged the head between her labia.

“Please,” she said again, “Do it”

As I watched, Ted’s cock slid easily up into her, not stopping until he was all the way inside, her ass pressed up against his pubic hair.  I cupped his balls, feeling her wetness on his shaft.

“Oh God,” she murmured, “it’s so fucking good.  Please do it to me, fuck me now, fuck me Ted, fuck me harder.”

He started fucking her little pussy, gently at first as I had promised, then harder and harder.  Her little tits were shaking all over the place, her hair was wild, her head arched back, her eyes clenched tight.  Ted was gasping over and over again “Oh fuck, fuck yes oh fuck yes…” I knew neither one of them was going to last much longer.

Running my hands over Amy’s sexy round ass, I spread her cheeks wide apart.  I had a choice view of my husband’s latex covered cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy.  I licked my index finger and let it slip right up Amy’s tiny crinkled little asshole.  It was really tight, but I had no trouble getting it in.  Later she told me that she like to put her hairbrush up there when she got herself off.  Her body squeezed my finger hard.  She was really hot inside.  I could feel Ted’s cock pistoning inside her, I could practically feel the individual veins of his cock.  It was amazing.  The sensation was too much for them.  She squealed out loud, thrusting back to meet us, wiggling her ass like the scrambler at the county fair. Ted shouted aloud, shouted my name.  I swear I could feel his cock spasming inside her cunt.  Finally it was over.

There were many kisses and much cuddling all around.  We were all three in an amazing mental space.  Then Amy had to run downstairs to take a shower before her parents got in, with promises to see us both again soon.  Ted and I lay together on the bed, just breathing.

“I think I owe you an orgasm.” he said, licking his lips lasciviously.  Amazingly, his cock was halfway hard once again.

Mmm.  That sounded lovely.  It had been forever since I had felt his tongue on my clit, and he was so good at that too.  But there were other things I craved as well.

“How would you like,” I asked, “To fuck me in the ass?”

END

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The Distance Between Us

May 30, 2009 at 9:13 am · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , ,

I am more than a little bit phobic about sex.  Personally, I blame it on my Catholic upbringing, although I know plenty of people raised Catholic who fuck like weasels.  I’ve never had sex without throwing up afterward.  I’m scared of getting pregnant; terrified of catching a disease; but mostly I’m just creeped out by the idea of another person touching my privates.  It really makes my skin crawl.

I don’t want you to get the impression that I’m a prude; hardly.  Throughout high school I masturbated all the time, raiding my brothers’ stash of under-the bed porn for inspiration.  When I was a senior, I bought my first vibrator.  From the first buzz, I was hooked.

Oh I lost my virginity all right, and it did very little to increase my enthusiasm.  In my second year of college, I hooked up with a guy I thought was cute at a party.  We were both more than a little drunk, and it was awkward, uncomfortable, nauseating, and over mercifully fast.  At least I made sure he used a condom.  The next month was torture.  I got an AIDS test, I made a gynecologist appointment; I fretted and worried and counted the days till my period.  The relief I felt when the test came back negative, and when my period arrived on schedule didn’t exactly encourage me to go out and have sex again.

For the next two years, I studied hard, got good grades, and had a lot of orgasms… alone.  I didn’t exactly have to fight off the guys; I am exceptionally tall, I don’t have big boobs, and I wear glasses.  In the mean time, my pent up lust increased to the point of bursting.  I remember masturbating in my dorm room, my ear pressed against the wall, listening to my neighbor fuck her boyfriend, tears running down my cheeks in frustration.  My sex toy collection steadily increased.

In my senior year, I started dating Charlie.  He wasn’t a ‘nice’ boy; he had a pierced lip, and played in a band, and smoked pot, and most importantly, he didn’t pressure me to have sex with him.  He was a hell of a kisser though, and eventually I worked up the nerve to ask him if he would like to watch me masturbate.

I liked watching him stroke himself with his eyes glued to my spread pussy, a slick purple vibrator sliding in and out.  It was really only the second time I had seen a penis in real life.  I liked the way his come shot out the end of it (safely away from me), and the noise he made when he came.  It was really pornographic.  My clit twitching, I had an amazing orgasm as he watched.

Needless to say, it quickly became a habit.  I loved watching him get himself off, and he got off watching me.  Overnight, I had an amazing sex life.  One time he asked if I would use my hand on him, and to my surprise, I didn’t mind.  I wore a latex glove, and pumped his penis until he cried aloud and his sperm splashed all over his sexy smooth chest.  I liked how hard and smooth his penis felt, and how tight I could squeeze it.  I liked varying the rhythms, slower then faster until his balls contracted and the head turned bright purple.  And I loved making him come.

So that’s the way it was.  We’d watch porn together and masturbate; or he’d jack off while I toyed for him; or I’d put on a glove and lube up his stiff cock and give him a hand job.  Life was good.

I could tell he was nervous.  We were hanging out in my apartment; we had just had a couple beers, and this was the time of night when we would usually get naked and watch each other get off.  He was being quiet, and I could tell something was on his mind.  I was afraid that he was going to ruin everything and ask me to have sex with him.  When he finally asked, I nearly laughed aloud.  “Would I like to fuck him in the ass?”  I’d love to!  My clit was twitching just thinking about it.

I let him pick out the toy.  He chose one of my smaller dildos, a blue silicone one that looked like a mermaid.  I was wet just thinking about it.  He asked me to be gentle. “I’m a virgin at this”, he said.

He got on his hands and knees, his rump thrust obscenely into the air.  His cock swayed rigidly between his legs, his balls were tight.  A clear drop of precome leaking from the swollen purple tip of his cock got stuck to his belly and hung there in a shimmering arc like a sticky thread of spider web.

He looked back at me, eyes glazed over and faraway.  “Please fuck me, Julia.”

I put on my latex gloves and started applying lube.  He moaned softly and his little asshole winked as I dripped cool lube onto his anus.  We were both incredibly excited.

I was gentle, and I took it slow, but he was so relaxed that it slipped right in.  Before we knew it, the toy was buried to the hilt in my boyfriend’s tight ass.

“How does it feel?” I asked.

“It feels great” he whispered “now try fucking me.”

Gingerly at first, then harder and harder as he encouraged me, I started sliding the dildo in and out.  I would withdraw it almost all the way out, then slide it back in.  He would hump back against me, fucking back against my thrusts.  I twisted the toy inside him, and he moaned satisfyingly.  I was amazed at how wet I was, my juices were literally running down my thighs onto the sheets.  I stopped holding back, and fucked him with a vengeance, ramming the dildo up his ass until my arm was sore and my shoulder ached.  He was jerking off now, in time to my thrusts, and when he came, he arched his back and shouted, and the jet of semen hit him in the chin.

I couldn’t wait to get off.  Leaving the blue cock inside him, I physically rolled him over and squatted over his face to give him a prime view.  It took about two seconds of tugging on my clit before the orgasm started.  I felt my toes curl and my pussy spasm, and I just let the waves roll over me again and again until I was done.

“That was amazing” I said, and he agreed.

“Let’s do that again.”

We did do it again.  And again and again.  Fucking his ass became a regular part of our sex life.  I had no idea what I had done to make me so lucky.

Eventually it was over.  He met another girl, one who liked normal sex, one who would touch his penis without needing to wear gloves.  I don’t know if she fucks his ass, and I don’t ask.  We stayed friends; we write Christmas cards and call each other on our birthdays.  I guess that’s about the most one could ask.

After I graduated, I moved to New York.  Do you have any idea how hard it is to date boys in New York when you aren’t really into the bar and club scene, and when you let the occasional guy who does ask you out know up front that you’re not going to sleep with him?  My love life was completely nonexistent.

After six months of frustration and jilling off to memories of fucking Charlie from behind, I decided that desperate times called for desperate measures.  I placed an ad in the Village Voice.

“Tall, slim twenty something female seeks cute guy.  I’m not a prude but I don’t do sex.  Maybe we can have some fun together.”

I got a lot of responses.  They were all from guys who were out to convince me that they were the one who was going to teach me to love sex.  I didn’t get a single message that warranted a callback.  Disgusted, I fell back on my two favorite indulgences: porn and dildos.

I knew my ad was still running, but I hadn’t bothered to check it in a week.  There were six new voice messages, down to a trickle from the previous weeks.  Five were the same old messages from the same old guys with the ‘wonder cocks’.  One was from a girl.

It made me sit down and think.  I’d never really thought much about lesbian sex.  The idea of a tongue in my pussy ooked me out just as much as the idea of having a penis in there, and it wouldn’t matter if the mouth belonged to a male or a female; it was still dirty.  But I had seen a lot of lesbian porn, and I had nothing in principal against the idea of being with a woman.  The message was brief, but her voice sounded nice.  “My name is Laura, and I’m 25.  I know you were looking for men, but I thought your ad was interesting, and I wondered if you would like to talk.” And she left a phone number.

I decided to give her a call: what the hell.

My heart was racing as I dialed the number.  A combination of excitement and dread, I guess.  The whole personal ad thing was stupid, humiliating.  A girl answered the phone, and I almost hung up.  No, it wasn’t Laura, it was her roommate.  Could I hold on?

I held on, and Laura got on the line.  We introduced ourselves, and there was an uncomfortable pause.  I took a deep breath.  “Listen” I said “there’s a couple of things I’d like to let you know right away.  I’m not a lesbian.  I mean I’ve never dated a girl before.  But I’m not opposed to the idea and you sounded nice so…” my voice trailed off.

“Go on” she said.

“Well”, and I hesitated, not sure how to put it “I’m really not comfortable with physical sex.  I’m not just talking about penises.  I guess I have a bit of neurosis about it.  I don’t like other people touching my… my vagina.  But I do like to play.”

“How do you feel about touching other people?” she asked.

I laughed a little.  “Well that’s a fair question.  I guess I wouldn’t mind touching if I wore latex gloves.  But I wouldn’t be able to go down on you” I was blushing furiously.  “That’s probably not the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard.”

“It’s ok” she laughed “I have some hang-ups too.  I think I’d like to meet you, if that’s what you would like.”

It turned out that we didn’t live far from each other.  We agreed to meet at a bar a few blocks away.

It took me a long time to get dressed, and I’m not a fussy dresser.  I was nervous and excited.  I wanted her to be attracted to me.  I wanted something to happen.  What, I wasn’t really sure.

I spotted her right away.  She was way cute.  Everything about her was small: she was about five foot nothing and really skinny.  Her hair was dyed bright red and done up in pony tails, she had freckles on her cheeks and flashing blue eyes, and she wore blue jeans and scuffed up Doc Martins.  I loved her hands: she had little hands with clean, neatly trimmed nails.  It looked like she worked with her hands and took good care of them.  They were girl hands that were pretty but not pampered.

Right from the start we got along really well.  Things only seemed awkward for a moment, and then we were chatting away like old school chums.  We drank two beers together, and the topic of sex and relationships never came up.  Then we were buzzed, and it was late, and we both had to work in the morning.

It was cold outside the bar.  I took her hand in mine, and she squeezed back.

“Laura” I said “I had a good time tonight.  Do you think you’d like to go out again?’

“Yeah” she said “I would.”

“Hey, would you like me to walk you home?”  I cursed myself: what a dorky thing to say.

“No, you don’t have to do that.  It’s totally out of your way.  But if you don’t mind, I’d like a goodnight kiss.”

And so I kissed a girl.  I was happy to discover that it wasn’t very different from kissing a boy, and at least as nice.  I slipped my tongue into her mouth and held her tight.  It seemed to last for a very long time.  Then we both became conscious that we were in the middle of the sidewalk.

“Call me!”  She waved and headed off.  I was still reeling from the kiss.  I hurried back to my apartment.  My clit was throbbing, and I couldn’t wait to get home to my toy drawer.

The next day at work, I had an emergency conference with my friend Stephen over lunch.  “I’ve never been in a situation like this.  How long do I wait before I call her?”

“Call her tonight.” Stephen said.

I called her when I got home from work.  She wasn’t there, so I left a message.  I then proceeded to mope around the apartment, pretending not to wait for her to call.  A little after eight, the phone rang.

It was Laura, and she wanted to know if I would like to hang out. She suggested the bar we had met at the night before.  I took a deep breath and mentioned that I had beer in my fridge.  She said she’d be right over.

We had a beer, we kissed, we kissed some more, and then we moved onto the bed; kissing and touching and rolling around.  Under my jeans, my panties were soaked.  She reached up under my shirt, tweaking my erect nipple through my bra.  I really didn’t want to fuck this up.

“Listen.” I said.  “Stop for a second Laura.  I’m really excited, and I want to do things with you, but there are a lot of things I’m just not comfortable with.”

“It’s OK.” She said. “I’m not exactly… normal either.”  There was a long silence, and we both looked at each other. “Would you be comfortable spanking me?”

“Spanking you?”

“Yes.” she said, and I realized I was holding my breath. “What I’d really like is for you to beat my ass, like really hard, while I masturbate.”

“I’d love to do that for you.”  We got naked fast.  I was drooling with lust for her taught little body.  Her breasts were small and conical, pink nipples pierced with thick barbells.  Her pussy had a soft triangle of dark hair over it: on her tummy just above the pubes, there was the tattoo of a butterfly.  She bent over my bed, presenting her firm, pale butt just for me.  She was beautiful.

“Spank me” she whispered.  I raised my arm and slapped her ass.  Her flesh jiggled and I left the red imprint of my hand on her ass.  “Harder.  Don’t hold back.”

Her pussy was aroused, her labia pouting open and glistening with moisture.  Her ass wiggled provocatively at me.  I slapped her again and again, as hard as I could, turning her cheeks red, while she rubbed her clit.

I couldn’t keep it up long.  It hurt my hand too much.  “Don’t stop” she groaned, keeping a finger on her clit “use a ruler or a hairbrush or something.”

I got the hairbrush from my dresser.  “Would you like to use a vibrator while I do this?”

“Fuck yes!”

I handed her one of my favorites.  She slipped it right up her pussy and started fucking herself while her other hand kept busy with her clit, her face half buried in the sheets.

I beat her ass with the back of the hairbrush.  I hit her as hard as I could.  I started counting my strokes, but I lost track around twenty.  She was gasping, sobbing, but always telling me not to stop.

Finally she gasped “I don’t think I can take any more.”  I lowered my aching arm, and let the hairbrush fall.  Her ass was a mess, all red and covered with angry raised welts.  I had broken the skin in a couple places, and a trickle of blood ran down the back of one thigh.  Her hands were busy between her legs, eyes shut and forehead knotted in concentration.

“Could I fuck your ass while you do that?”

“Please” she said “Do it.”

I grabbed another dildo from the drawer, and squirted lube all over it.  It happened to be the blue mermaid that had been Charlie’s first choice.  I was so excited I didn’t even bother putting on my gloves.  I gently spread her poor abused cheeks, revealing the delicate brown rose of her asshole.  I pressed the dildo inside her.

It was hard work getting it in.  She was a small girl, and the resistance from the toy in her pussy made it harder.  I took it slow and eventually I had the whole thing buried in her ass.  I could feel the buzz and the frantic movement of the vibrator in her pussy, bumping against the dildo in her ass. I grabbed a fistful of her scarlet hair and pulled hard, twisting the dildo and fucking her ass mercilessly, and when she came, it was with a violence that almost scared me.  She kicked and thrashed, her eyes squeezed tight and her face locked in silent ecstasy.

When she was done, she rolled over, and the blue mermaid popped out of her butt.  “Where do you keep those damn gloves?”

“In a box in the top drawer.”

She ran over to the dresser and put on a pair of gloves with a snap.  I lay, exhausted and melting with sexual excitement, naked on the bed as she came back with my ‘Hello Kitty’ in one gloved hand.  I knew what she was going to do, and somehow it didn’t bother me at all.  I wanted her.

She urgently pushed my legs apart, exposing my sopping wet puss.  My clit was throbbing like an over inflated balloon, ready to explode at the slightest touch.  She buried two slippery, latex-covered fingers in my hungry cunt, going straight for my g-spot; and at the same time, pressed Hello Kitty to my needy clit.  I came like the ocean.  I don’t know how long I orgasmed, but when it finally slowed down, I realized I was sobbing.

“Are you ok?”

All I could say was “Wow.”

Wow indeed.  Laura told me that I was great, and that she probably wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week.  And when she could sit down again, she told me, she would probably bring a riding crop for me to use on her.  Until then, what did I think about strap-ons?

I thought that sounded pretty great.

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