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My Very First Orgasm
Posted:Sep 9, 2016 11:55 am
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2018 7:10 am
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Welcome to INTO THE WOODS! An Erotic Blog for those who enjoy erotica ... I have reached 114 watchers so far and I do invite you to become a watcher! Heck, become a FAN too if you like! LOL I will post new stories on a regular basis! Just keep rolling down to get the latest Story! Well now I'm moving up to the 41,000 viewer mark for this post~! I first started at Adult XXX Date in 2016 and then split for a while. It's good to be back~! Thanks Every! Funny I have had SO many readers and so few comments.. That might be a good thing~! LOL (but seriously, please leave a comment so I'll know you were here) YAY~! I JUST HIT 114 WATCHERS!!!! ( now if they were all fans too... ) Please feel free to continue to sign up. )
Jimmy B.



My very first orgasm.... A true (and very short) story.

This takes place during my puberty phase of life.

Most people are shocked when hearing about little boys being molested by older girls. Facts are facts. I enjoyed every minute of it. So in my case, I hardly call it being molested as much as being hooled. Lee Ann was our baby sitter. She lived in a house on the next block over and her mother and mine were best friends. I think Lee Ann was 15 when this story took place.

Lee Ann had several boyfriends over for sex at various times when she watched us for my parents. I had watched a few times and knew a few of the basics but had never had the chance to try them out.

We got into an argument at "bed time" night and I refused to go to bed so she wouldn't have a chance to call her boy friend to come over for a visit. Lee Ann was a head taller than me and tried to force me into the bed. I resisted and fought back. She proceeded to try and strip me down to my underwear during our battle and succeeded. That's when she diovered the hard on I was sprouting in my fruit of the looms. She started rubbing my shorts and things suddenly changed. I responded by touching her boobs.......... Her clothes came off faster than mine did.

We wound up fucking each other. First I was on top, then when she saw I didn't know what I was doing, Lee Ann switched over and got on top (Still my favorite position to this day.) and rewed me until she cum all over me. thing about this 12 year old boy, my penis might not have been as big as an adult but it stayed hard forever. I didn't know how to have an orgasm and wasn't even close to ejaculation by the time Lee Ann had finished. She didn't know what to think. Up till then all her guys popped off within a couple of minutes and she was left to finish herself off by hand. I was her new toy that could keep up.

This went on for a couple of months. Lee Ann even invited me to her house when her parents were g. Not once during all these fuck sessions did I even come close to popping my load. Hell, I didn't even know what a load was till she told me. (I learned NOTHING from my folks about sex). Of course it still felt like heaven while we were "doing it". By this time I was pounding her from behind doggy style and she even let me rew her in the ass while she fingered herself. Thank god for Vaseline. She had a tight ass hole. But again.... I never did cum.

evening after the girls were put to bed, Lee Ann showed up in my room with my dad's electric hair clippers (the big black s with multiple trimmer covers). Dad used the thing to keep my hair buzzed short.

"What are you going to do? Cut my pubes?" I was growing hair around my privates and I thought she was going to cut them off. "No freaking way! I need those hairs in place when I go to gym class!"

"I 'm not going to give you a trim silly. Got a treat for ya Jimmy. You are going to like this." she said as she plugged the cord into the wall. She began rubbing my cock through my jeans and up popped the little guy like magic. I was worried as she stripped my clothes off that she would cut off what few hairs I had down there. I was only of a couple of guys in my grade with hair down there and if I showed up bare naked in the showers.........I'd just die!

Lee Ann began with a sweet kiss on the tip of my swollen pecker. I shuttered as a thrill sent goose bumps all over. I grabbed her head as I pushed my penis deeper into her open mouth. She flipped on the switch on the clippers and held it against the base of my cock above my balls......................... ....OH MY GODDDD!

The vibrations from the clippers shot through me like an electric jolt. I gasped for breath as Lee Ann continued to lick and suck on the head of my cock. I became weak in the knees and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. My breath was coming in ragged gasps for air....I couldn't get enough air..... I let go of her head and grabbed the edge of the bed for support. I began to loose control of my mules and shook as though I were freezing. I could feel nothing but the INCREDIBLE sensations coming from her blow job.....Nothing like this had EVER felt this way! I laid back on the bed and quivered while Lee Ann continued sucking me into heaven.

I could feel heat building in my balls after a few seconds....it hurt....it felt awesome all at the same time. I was gasping for air even harder now. The pressure/pain/pleasure growing inside me. then I....I....blacked out.

The first thing I noticed was that my body felt like it was asleep..skin tingling all over. I flet a rise of panic as I couldn't remember where I was or what had happened....then I saw Lee Ann wipe something off her face. (found out later it was cum) I remembered....."Holy CRAP! is THAT what I've been missing?" She smiled and laughed.

"You wouldn't stop shooting Jimmy, I swallowed till I choked then you shot another load right in my face! Euuuuh!" then she giggled.

"Uh.....can we do that again?"..... and we did.... over and over for months to come.

True story. I found out that I could get off with just the clippers al and wound up burning it out after a few months of masturbating with it. But that's another story.

Jimmy B.

Oh by the way, I do love to "Kiss and Tell" so there are over 100 more stories listed below for your enjoyment. I have 2 more stories about Lee Ann as well as my continuing WALNUT STREET journal...... ALL Comments are welcome! While not all of the stories are true histories, most of them do draw from personal experience. This is the real deal. 45 of the stories on this blog are true. about 20 have some "exaggerations" added and the rest are fictional with a personal touch or . See if you can pick out which is which.



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All comments are welcome...(even the negative s LOL I need the feedback to improve my stories.) Thanks again. Jimmy B.
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What an Ass Hole~!
Posted:Jun 16, 2018 6:26 am
Last Updated:Jun 19, 2018 1:27 pm
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Sometimes it’s difficult being the guy in the relationship, or lack of a relationship as it were. Messing around with someone you work with can be so damn complicated……

Ever since he started working here, he had been nothing but arrogant, cocky and condescending. He looked harmless enough the first day he walked in here but the minute we began working together, I knew it was going to be a doomed relationship. Why did my bosses place his desk right next to mine? Probably because they didn't want him next to theirs. The office we worked in was actually a loft studio, a big open space filled with groupings of desks and other office equipment. No walls to shut us off from one another. Which was unfortunate when there was such a man like Jimmy in the room.

God, I couldn't stand him. This week, we had a meeting discussing our methodology of production for we all collaborate on the same projects, and synchronism is essential in our work methods. I specialized in website production, meaning I take the graphics, cut the them and insert them into html pages. Jimmy's job was to organize the structure and hierarchy of information for websites, so I had to follow his lead, organizing my html pages to reflect the structures he created. Which makes it all the more aggravating, since he was so particular and anal about it. Everything had to be organically structured according to him but the maddening part was that he couldn't be bothered to explain it properly, it was as if he expected us to read his mind and if we couldn't, well, it was because we were just naturally inferior, not blessed with his brilliant genes.

One night, we were having a company get-together at Ella's, a neighborhood drinking hole. My bosses thought it would be a good idea every so once in a while to get out and drink together to foster closer relationships and to reward us, their employees, for being the hard workers that we were. I didn't know if it was actually working but hey, free drinks were free drinks. The downside was that Jimmy was going to be there too. I divested much of my time and energy to ignoring him as much as possible at work, to avoid interacting with him directly in any way. Granted, he's nice to look at, even though he was blond, pale and blue-eyed whereas I preferred tall dark men. But that was just about the only decent thing I could say about him.

The clock was quickly sneaking up on five p.m., the end of the office day. We were carpooling over to Ella's. Jimmy was tagging along with me and Simon, the head graphic designer. Damn. I avoided eye contact with him when I offered a ride to the staff this morning over the coffee machine but he said he would accept my offer. Great, I will have to listen to his obnoxious banter in the car on the way to the bar. I glared at the clock, for it seemed to belligerently hurry to the end of the day as if to deliberately piss me off. Ordinarily, I was quite happy to see the workdays speed by but not today, not when it meant that I would have to actually socialize with this Teutonic asshole.

Ah! The hour hand just arrived on the number five. Sullenly, I put away my work materials and cleaned up my desk. Turned off the Mac and grabbed my purse.

"So, ready?" asked Jimmy.

"Yes," I lied.

Of course Jimmy wasn't ready to leave yet. Simon and I sat on the couch that was by his desk and waited for him to finish, he patiently and I, not so much. I glared at Jimmy, mentally willing him to hurry up and meanwhile, resenting him for making us march to his tune. How did he do it? How was it that he could be so oblivious to the fact that the world actually does not revolve around him? As I mulled over this, I could feel my nostrils flaring and billowing invisible smoke. Jimmy looked up finally and saw us sitting there. "Well, are you ready yet?" he asked, getting a pissy look from me as I got up from the couch and began walking out of the office. I don't care if he's ready to go or not, I'm leaving and that's all there is to it. Simon looked around uncertainly, not sure if he should follow me or wait for Jimmy. They are best friends and tend to stick together like Jekyll and Hyde. They followed me finally, meeting me in the parking lot where my car was. Simon and Jimmy haggled over who was going to get the front seat until I impatiently started up the car. They scrabbled to get in any which way when they realized that indeed I was not going to abide their squabbling.

I live in the same neighborhood as the bar and knew the fastest way to get there, bypassing the usual traffic jam. But Jimmy could not resist directing me on where to go for he wanted to get there as quickly as possible. Which I found insulting considering that I drive home to this neighborhood every day and by now, knew the fastest way for I am not the most patient driver. But when he, sitting in the back seat, saw my face in the rear view mirror, he quieted down and within a matter of minutes we had arrived. I couldn't resist giving him a smug look as I switched off the car ignition.

My bosses were already there, and gone ahead with the ordering of beer pitchers. As soon as I sat down, I gratefully poured myself a glass, still seething from having to be in the same car as Jimmy. He sat down next to me, leaned back on his wooden chair, spread his legs out on the floor and lit up a cigarette. "Would you like one?" he asked, preferring a cigarette that was poking out of his pack of smokes. Since I had just ran out of mine, I grudgingly accepted. He pulled out his lighter and uncharacteristically lit my smoke as if he were Cary Grant. Hmph.

I downed my beer and as I reached for the pitcher, which was across the table, Jimmy leaned over and got it for me. He filled my glass and gave me a small smile. For all the resentment I harbored towards him, I still couldn't deny his manners so I gave a perfunctory smile back by way of thanks. Now that I had some beer and a cigarette, I allowed myself to relax, also leaning back in my chair, not really paying attention to the dialogue at the table. I was content to look around the bar and people-watch. Study how people interact, how the women pose, how the men preen. How the waiters harry to and fro, trying hard to keep up with the demands of the thirsty clientele.

I felt a tap on my arm, it was Jimmy. "How are you doing?" Why are you talking to me? I thought to myself, as I turned to look at him. I just wanted to chill out and enjoy myself. The last thing I was interested in doing was paying attention to him.

"I'm all right, I'm all right," I replied curtly, hoping to discourage him from speaking to me further but to no avail for he kept on talking. "Thank god it's Friday, eh?" he said and I nodded briefly, still clinging to the hope that he will turn to someone else and bother them instead. But I could feel his eyes on me even though I was avoiding eye contact with him. "You don't seem to like me much," he observed. Gee, no kidding. I reluctantly turned to look at him and said "I have a hard time abiding you."

His eyebrows went up in surprise, perhaps at my bluntness, or my honesty or both.

"Oh."

He opened the can of worms, for I kept on talking, telling him that I found him to be quite frankly obnoxious and that his sense of intellectual superiority was misplaced and uncalled for. He stared at me slack jawed while I ranted on and when I finally finished, he laughed and asked if I would like another cigarette.

His response caught me off-guard. For one thing, I didn't expect him to take my ranting with such humour and unflappability. I had to give him kudos for that as much as I really didn't want to. He was starting to strike me as being more human, more appealing, and irritatingly enough, more attractive.

I turned around to strike up a conversation with someone else for by now, friends of ours had joined the table and it was starting to become quite a beehive of tipsy conversations. As the night wore on, I drank more beer, all of which Jimmy poured, smoked more cigarettes, all of which Jimmy offered. By the time the end of the evening came around, I wasn't feeling such animosity towards him anymore and even laughed at some of his stories, for he did tell them well with enviable wit and an excellent grasp of language.

As tipsy as I was getting, I didn't lose my own grasp of the awareness that my feelings towards him were starting to change. But would admit that the alcohol certainly helped smooth out the roughness of my perspective of him, rendering him pleasantly smooth to talk to. At the same time, I was also aware of how strange and unexpected it was to see him in a different light. I began to pay more attention to him, observing his behavior and expressions. I liked how he sat in his chair, laidback and calm. He exuded masculine sexuality that I could not deny existed. It was fascinating to see these new facets of him.

Before long, it was closing time and it was time to go. Everyone was slowly getting ready to leave, prolonging their farewells and making promises to get together on the weekend for predictably more drinking. I did the same and wandered out of the bar. Jimmy was leaving at the same time.

"You're not going to drive home, are you?" he asked.

"Nah, nah," I replied, "I live pretty close by, just gonna walk home."

"Mind if I walk with you?"

"Suit yourself."

We walked towards my place, mostly in silence when at one point, he abruptly stopped and pointed out his apartment which was quite close to mine, only two blocks away.

"Oh wow, we're neighbors," I sarcastically commented to which he wryly grinned. We paused there on the sidewalk while he pulled out his smokes. He lit up a cigarette and gave it to me. As I took it from his hand, I noticed how warm his fingers were. I looked up at him and he was unwaveringly staring at me, or more my lips really. I am not vain at all, but I know I do have nice full lips for I've been told that many times. I also know that being the tall lean brunette I am, that many men find me attractive but I never thought he would for he certainly had never given that indication before. I stared back at him and could feel the flush of heat rising up in my neck, a sure sign of pure attraction. I wondered if he could see it, my skin turning pink from the heat. He must have for he imperceptibly moved in a little closer to me, close enough for me to feel the heat radiating from his body. I could also smell his cologne, which was tinged with a delicious musk.

I just couldn't help it. I leaned over to smell his neck. He didn't move at all, not even in surprise. He actually seemed to have predicted I would. Ah, there was the Jimmy I knew, that cockiness. In a way, it was reassuring to see him being familiar for it was actually starting to be disorienting to see him behave almost unrecognizably tonight.

The late night wind blew gently, causing me to shiver. He put his arm almost paternally around me, lending me the warmth of his skin. Our bodies were now pressed together, close enough for me to feel his arousal pressing against my lower tummy. Close enough for me to feel my own swelling up in reaction. I gave into the sensations of our mutual chemistry and began to kiss his neck, and move upwards to his ear that I nibbled gently and over to his mouth that I tasted with my own. I could feel his arms wrapping more tightly around me, as if he were trying to pull me right into himself. And I did the same with him. It was funny, he didn't seem so muscular, but he certainly felt so. I could feel the muscles in his back ripple as he embraced me, and it weakened my knees, I had to roll my eyes at myself, for being so clichéd but I didn't care. My neck was getting hotter and hotter the more we kissed for damnit, he could kiss.

After a while, we broke apart, to take a breath and to take in the realization that we were actually making out, us two. I was especially surprised for it was only hours ago that I was full out filled with disdain and dislike for him.

He took my hand and walked me up the front steps to his place. He opened the door and pulled me in. We began to make out like animals in the front hall, he grinded his hips against mine as we frantically kissed. We had no control whatsoever, we had submitted purely and entirely to our desires. We took off each other's shirts, unbuckled each other's jeans, let our hands roam where they wished, our tongues following. I was in awe of Jimmy's body, the way it felt, the way it smelled, so delicious and erotic and even dizzying. All I wanted to do was inhale him. Absorb him, fill up my clitoris with his sexuality until I explode, releasing all the pent-up tension of having had worked with him in uncomfortable proximity for several months.

We stumbled clumsily over to his bed for our limbs were still entwined as if we daren't let each other, as if it was impossible to disentangle ourselves from each other. He pushed me down on the bed so my face was pressed against the mattress. He pushed apart my legs and laid down between them so that he was lying down on top of me, his legs between mine. I could feel his cock, hard and thick, resting in between my buttocks while he kissed the back of my neck. I tried to roll over but he wouldn't let me. He began to move downwards, following the line of my spine until his warm and wet tongue was at the top of the crack in my ass.



Then he paused.

What now? I wondered.

And what the hell? It hit me hard at that moment, the awareness that here I was, lying in the bed that belong to the bane of my existence, with no clothes on. Naked in front of Jimmy whose tongue was on the verge of trespassing into my very personal and private places.

The shock of it overwhelmed me in very strange manifestations. I was turned on by the fact that this asshole was manhandling me, was taking control of me and submitting me to his control. It was so profane that it was making me even more aroused.

Jimmy pulled up my hips until I was on my knees with my face still against the cool sheet on the mattress. I could feel his hands spreading apart the cheeks of my ass, which was enough to make me gasp, but then I could feel his tongue following the line between the buttocks until it found its way into the deep recesses of my vagina, which by then, was already oozing out wanton desire onto his clean crisp white sheets. Oh my god, I can't believe this, I thought to myself while my hips moved backwards, wanting his tongue to enter even deeper.

He pulled his tongue out and followed the line back upwards until he found the other hole. No, he wouldn't, would he?

He did! His tongue pushed in and pushed in and pushed in until it managed to wriggle inside the opening of my tight asshole, creating sensations of pleasure that I had never known. In fact, those feelings almost transported me into a different reality as if I were no longer inside a human body, as if I were made of nothing but pure 100% orgasmic pleasure. Time no longer had meaning, I would not have been able to tell you then if it was day or night, I would not have even been able to remember my own name, I was so far gone into another realm where disbelief and arousal mutually fed each other.

Then I felt him pull out. I groaned with some disappointment for I didn't want it to end but within seconds, I felt something bigger and harder and stiffer push against my asshole. Oh! Jimmy's cock! I braced myself, knowing it would initially hurt. I relaxed my anal muscles as much as I could as I pushed my hips backwards, slowly and gently. Jimmy let me take control at this point, he patiently waited while I eased myself over his cock. Once he was fully inside me, the thickness of his cock rubbing against the walls of my anus, rapture once again emerged, compelling me to move back and forth with quicker rhythm until I could hear him moan. He held onto my buttocks, rubbing them as I fucked his cock with my asshole.

The whole time we were fucking, the same thought circulated through my head "I can't believe I am having anal sex with Jimmy." The shock value of this only added to the incredible delight of having a hard-on in my ass. I have never really enjoyed vaginal sex, always wanting the guy to hurry up and get it over with within ten minutes. But anal sex? I could go on all night.

For a long while, we fucked in near silence, letting out gluttonous sounds of exquisite satisfaction, the shaft of his cock rubbed me like I was a genie in a bottle, I was raised to higher and higher levels until indeed the genie came out in form of vaginal and anal orgasms, so strong that they pushed out Jimmy's cock. When I came back down to reality, I collapsed on the mattress and Jimmy fell down next to me, his blond head, closely cropped, resting on my shoulder. We laid this way for a while, catching our breath.

"Jesus H. Christ!" mumbled Jimmy. "I've hadn't come like that in ages!"

I smiled and chuckled quietly, staring up at the ceiling, watching the lights from the streets flicker upon it.

Jimmy placed his hand on my leg, stroking it gently, letting his fingers trail slowly from near my knee upwards to my sopping wet cunt. He found my clitoris, still swollen from the orgasm and began to circle it slowly with his fingers, before he moved them downwards to the opening of my vagina, letting his fingers go in and out, covering them with my wetness. Jimmy rolled over onto his side and gazed at me while his fingers continued to play. He was watching my reaction, letting it be his guide, each time I sharply inhale or slowly sigh, he knew he found the right spot, the right stroke and kept going.

Then Jimmy began to slide down on the mattress, kissing me on the way, from my shoulder, around the curves of my breasts and then down towards my clit waited in anticipation. I closed my eyes and opened my legs to let him in. He kept moving down the mattress until he was kneeling on the floor at the bottom of the bed, his head directly between my legs. I propped myself up on my elbows to get a better look of his face, of his tongue licking my clit and fucking me. Jimmy looked at me the whole time his tongue fucked me, which was so scintillating and almost an invasion of my personal space which made no sense for we had gone as far as we could to invade each other's personal space.

Ah, but not quite. Jimmy's space didn't quite get invaded just yet.

Realizing this, a wicked grin spread across my face, and Jimmy noticed. He wrinkled his eyebrows questioning, wondering why I was smiling that way.

"Come here."

Jimmy got up off the floor and laid back down beside me.

"Roll over."

"Hmm?" I rolled him over until his back was facing me. I began to nibble the back of his neck while my fingers gently tugged on his nipples. I pressed my body against his back, letting him feel my breasts. I stroked his back, I stroked along his hips and gave him a gentle spank. Jimmy smiled languorously and unsuspectingly. This time it was I who slid down on the mattress, for I had something in mind.

I let my tongue follow the contours of his muscled back, and kept moving down. I let my tongue reside in that little dip at the top of his fabulously rotund butt and waited to see how he would like it. He seemed to like it indeed for his butt moved a little closer to my face.

I was getting very excited at this point because I knew that I was taking him on the ride of his life. This time, I was going to tongue-fuck him.

I moved down even more, and found the opening of his anus with my tongue, which I let flicker teasingly, pretending that I was on my way to his testicles. I would move away and then come back a little more insistently. I licked my index finger and lightly pressed it against his anus. Jimmy kept very still, perhaps he was wondering what I was actually going to do.

Well, he was going to find out soon enough.

I let my tongue and index finger take turns tickling his anus, while my other hand reached in between his legs to reach for his cock which was as hard as hard can get. I rolled him over onto his back and began to suck him off for a while, but I only let the head of his cock push in between my lips that he had been staring so hard at on the sidewalk. Meanwhile, my index finger would match the rhythm of my mouth. Each time his cock went into my mouth, my finger would push a little further into his anus. I made sure to dribble a little of my saliva onto his asshole so my finger could slide in easily.
Then I backed off.

He looked up at me to see what was going on.

"Put your hands on the back of your knees, " I said.

Jimmy's mouth fell open and his eyes widened. When he saw I wasn't joking, he did what I told him to do. He put his hands on the back of his knees and pulled them close to his chest. Now I had full access to his balls and ass. I licked straight from his asshole all the way up to the tip of his cock like it was a melting Popsicle on a hot summer day. I could hear Jimmy whimper. I buried my face into his reddish blond pubic hairs, inhaling his raw sexual scent before I moved back towards his anus. I looked at Jimmy, sticking out my tongue. I demonstrated to him exactly what I intended to do by flicking my tongue slowly and he rolled his eyes back in building anticipation.

I licked my finger again and inserted it very slowly into his anus. Just the tip of it, then I pulled it out and replaced it with the tip of my tongue. I went back and forth like this for a while, until his asshole was stretched enough to let me put my tongue all the way in. That is when I began to seriously fuck him in the ass. I pushed in and out with my tongue as far as it could go, as quickly as I could while Jimmy helped by rocking his hips. He was moaning louder and louder until he began to yell out "Oh my fucking Go-o-o-o-o-o-o-d!" It was obvious he was going to come at any point so I pulled out my tongue, replaced it with my finger and moved upwards to inhale his cock deep into my throat. I tightened my lips around his cock to massage it as I sucked him off, making sure my finger that was buried into his anus was matching the intensity and pattern of the blowjob.

Jimmy was so turned on that he was almost crying, he was saying that it felt so good, in fact too good that he didn't think he would be able to come.

"Yes, you can," I reassured him before I sucked his cock back into my mouth again.

I could feel his cock beginning to ripple and there it was, the burning salty taste of his cum spurting into my mouth, the muscles of his anus reverberating against my invasive finger. When he was done, I pulled out my finger gently and gave a little lick to the head of his dick before I pulled myself up to lie down beside him.

"No one had ever done that to me before," he gasped, trying to catch his breath.

I laughed and got up to get dressed. He didn't ask me to stay nor did I want him to. I bent over to grab my panties and jeans, as I did so, he rather naughtily darted his tongue into my cunt for I was bending over in front of him as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Do that again," I said and he did. He kept going while I rubbed my clit until I came. I was so turned on from fucking him in the ass with my tongue that I was already on the verge of coming.

He lit up a cigarette after I finished getting dressed and offered me a drag. I sat down next to him on the edge of his bed and shared the smoke. We didn't say anything at all.

He put out the smoke and I walked out the door.

The following Monday, he was at work before I was. I walked past his desk to get to mine. I didn't look at him and he didn't look at me.

It was as if nothing had happened. And it stayed that way.

Until Christmas eve, that is.
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Best SEX Ever.......
Posted:Apr 11, 2017 10:52 am
Last Updated:May 24, 2018 4:48 am
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And Still #1 with a bullet.

It was a few back when I was still in college; I was taking a Psychology class. The woman teaching the class was named Anne. I found out she had a favorite comedy TV show that she watched religiously so I started leaving messages on her black board from the star of the show. Just for the fun of it. Who was doing this? She wanted to know. As a matter of fact she went as far as to offer 5 points on the final grade to any who would identify the mysterious writer of the messages. I thought it was all in fun at first but she was serious about it. She wanted to know who was putting these messages up!

Now the messages were very non-threatening and sort of pop cultural in nature like "The best things in life aren't really free...you must "" attention." or "Life is a journey get moving!" I had no idea she would get mad about it. I had to come into the classroom 20 minutes before class to get the message on the board and get out before Anne showed up. For some reason she was unable to get to the room any earlier to "catch" me red handed. But alas the lure of 5 extra points was too much for of the other students in my class. Some knew it was me and turned me in for the extra credit. Never found out who.

At the end of class period I heard the words, "Mr. Bond....I need to see you after class." I knew my time was up.... I should not have pressed my luck but I couldn't myself. Guess the thrill of possibly getting caught was too much to let it go. I stayed and prayed.

Life throws you a curve sometimes, not only was Anne not upset, she was very pleased it was me for some reason. We talked at length about the show, I gave her my interpretation of the star's motives and best work. She argued with me about which show was best and why. We talked for a whole hour about it. The next thing I know Anne was talking about going out for a beer at a local pub. I began to suspect that she might be flirting with me. I was thirsty and hers was my last class for the day so why not? I told her I would meet her there at 5:30 if she wanted to continue our conversation. I knew she was married so I figured again "Why not". It was just for a beer or , no big deal. At least I did not have to worry about being sent to the Dean of Men for diiplinary actions over the messages.

I ate a fast supper at 4:30, dumped my books in my dorm room and headed out to the pub, arriving at 5:25. She was already there with a pitcher of beer and mugs waiting.

Anne was a "mature" woman of undetermined age. Her red hair was cut medium length, her face has a few "laugh lines" visible around the eyes. Her figure was above average, her waist narrow and her breasts were full and revealing in her low cut blouse. The green eyes were clear and inviting. Her hands more than anything else gave away her age. Her white skin allowed the veins to show through. I estimated she was somewhere between 30 and 35 old. She was sitting with a younger woman, also red headed. In fact. the younger woman, Alice, was a complete knock-out. Green eyes, great figure, smooth skin, ruby red lips without make-up. I couldn't take my eyes off her. When Anne saw me she motid me over to sit. (Don't have to tell me twice!)

"Jimmy, this is Alice....Alice this is Jimmy the young man I was telling you about." Anne said as a way of introduction. I was smitten from the moment our eyes met. Not having a drink myself, I got a mug of beer from the bar and returned to the booth with the women. We began the conversation with the messages I was leaving on Anne's board and had a few laughs at my expense. The conversation drifted to other subjects about social norms and hangups of the younger generation vs the older. I made a bold statement that I had no issues with nudity and that I thought it was a natural state that should not be afraid of. The third beer had made me more brave than normal and I looked at Alice and asked her opinion. She turned red, glanced at Anne and said that she had rather not answer that question. So, being slightly drunk on both her good looks and the beer, I ask her if she would have a problem taking a shower with a guy like me. No sex, just soap suds and water. Again she glanced at Anne and replied that she could not do that. Anne was giving me a strange smile during the entire conversation. Maybe I was too distracted by Alice to notice but there it was. Alice got up a few minutes later to visit the ladies room and I was left at the booth with Anne. I suddenly felt a foot rubbing up my leg and moving into a position stroking the zipper of my paints. My eyes opened wide as I looked at Anne.

"Jimmy, darling. If Alice doesn't want to take a shower with you.....well...I'm a little nasty and could use a rubbing." she said while winking at me.
I took a long hard look at the ring on her finger and said, "You're joking with me right?"

Her foot pressed against my crotch outlining my growing penis. "Does
this feel like I'm joking?"

I felt my crotch begin to swell under the pressure from Anne's foot. I looked into her eyes and swallowed a big gulp as I vainly tried to remain "cool".

"Well?" she whispered across the table. Before I could answer, Alice walked up and sat down. Anne's foot quickly slipped away under the table. I'm guessing that the red flareup in my face told off on me. "My turn." Anne said as she got up. "Be nice Alice, Jimmy is a great guy." And with that she disappeared into the crowd.

I watched her as she left. Her ass was looking sweet in her pant suit. No pantie lines at all and the cute wiggle of her butt caused by the high heels made my eyes widen. I could almost feel Alice's eyes on me as I turned back to her.

"Pick your tongue up." she said to me. "Mom's way out of your league."

Mom?....MOM? ...Oh my GOD! I thought to myself. "She's your......uh."

"Bright boy. I only had to tell you once. Well, I'd say you are trying to figure out my age, aren't you? I'm 21 and the youngest of 4. boys and little ole me.

Now my thoughts were ing into overdrive. The expression on my face must have said it all.

"Before you strip a gear in your head trying to figure it out, Mom is 51 going on 17." Alice injected.

I could feel the sarcasm dripping off each word. I could not tell if the venom in her t was directed at me or at her. I tried to hide my diomfort by taking a long sip of my beer. Holy crap! 51? Fifty fucking ?

"Listen up Jimmy. Mom doesn't like the man I'm with. She has this mission to try and hook me up with some else. You are the third this month. So, here is the deal. along and you might get out of this with your balls still attached. Got it?" She reached for a napkin and took a pen from her purse then wrote something down on it and stuffed it into her purse.

The beer did not go down smoothly. I nodded a quite "yes" as I saw Anne appear in the crowd. 51? She's older than MY mom! I tried to put on a smile as she sat down.

"So, have you too been getting to know each other?" I saw a sinister twinkle in her eye as she asked the question.

"You're right Mother. He's a nice guy," Alice replied. she took the napkin out of her purse and handed it to me. "Here's my number. I look forward to your call. Sorry Mom, but I have to get going. See you and DAD later." I almost choked on my beer when I read the note.

"DROP DEAD ASSHOLE" in black ink.

Anne watched Alice leave. The sound of me trying to breath made her turn back to me.

I began, "I'm sorry about that comment about the shower. If I had know she was your .... uh"

"Hahahahaha....Oh don't worry Jimmy, I prefer you to be yourself. If you had known then you would haven't been nearly as ...interesting. I think that went nicely." she said. "You going to give her a call?"

I should have just said yes but something made me show her the note. The frown lines that showed up in her face gave me the first real visual clue to her age. She mumbled something under her breath then took the napkin and began to write on the other side.

No way in hell I was going to call Alice. That redhead had already threatened my balls once. I wasn't going to tempt a second encounter. Anne was wasting her time.

Instead of a ph number, Anne wrote down an address. I looked at it and wondered what to say next. How could I show up when I wasn't even going to call her?

"Halloween party. 7 pm Friday night. Alice will not be there. My friends said I could bring any I want. I want you to come. You do have a costume don't you?" she asked.

"Uh...Yeah, I have ...Uh what about your husband?" I was determined to bring out THAT subject before anything else happened.

"Ron is in Atlanta and I need an ." she smiled at me. "Don't worry, I don't bite. and all you have to do is just meet me there. If you don't like it, I'm sure there is a frat party somewhere you can go to." I felt the foot return. My hard on had made it to full size again.

"Uh....Ok. I'll meet you there," Yeah...my dick was doing my thinking again. She pulled her foot away and placed it back into the high heels.

"Nice package" she said with a smile as she got up to leave. "You don't have to get up. I can walk myself out." The twinkle in her eyes said it all.

51 huh? Hummmmmm. A smile popped on my face as I watched her sexy ass wiggle as she left. I wound up siting there for a half hour waiting for my penis to calm down.

For the next couple of days I went to class, worked at my part time job and spent all my spare time working on my "Conan the Barbarian" costume. I had a gray "fake" fur vest with a matching gray loin cloth. The leather belt held a real sword with a abbard. I had a large wolf head medallion on a silver chain. The black cape I made by hand had a silver nylon 'silk' lining that matched the gray fur. The part I was working on was the fur "boots" (leg warmers that covered up my shoes). Very sexy but also very COLD! I wound up wearing black sweat pants ( size too small) under the loin cloth to keep warm. Still had a nice look to it, but it lacked something.....

I went to Wal-Mart and purchased a large black dog collar with spiked studs and a short chrome plated chain leash. YEAH! That did the trick! I ran the chain down the front of my chest and tucked the black leather end into the belt. Nice touch.

Friday rolled around and I took the time to ope out the address in the afternoon. (Didn't want to get lost in the dark) The home was in the "upale" neighborhood across town. story home, large white columns in the front. Huge front yard. Paved driveway with ornate gates. Wow! More than I've ever seen. Should be FUN!

Later that night I arrived to find the large driveway filled with cars. I wound up parking my truck on the side of the street with a few other cars. The night was very cold and I had to use my black cape to keep the cold away. I met another couple going into the party as I walked up the driveway. The clear glass reen door was closed but the big red door behind it was open. The couple ahead of me just walked right in - so I followed close behind.

The crowd appeared to be centered around a baby grand piano. Some guy dressed like a pirate was ing tunes and having a sing along. I recognized the words to "Piano Man" by Billy Joel being sung by a few of the group. Not bad....not bad at all. I was amazed by the size and decor of the rooms in the house. Antiques were everywhere. I felt like I had stepped back in time to the 1800's except for the modern lighting. The mix of people ranged from a couple of teenagers to a few gray haired professors from the university. The majority were between 30 and 40. I was of the youngest males there.

Of course I found the wet bar right away. A cute blond woman was serving mixed drinks. I asked for a rum and mountain dew. (The only mixed drink I can stand....I'm a beer drinker myself). She mixed it into a tall glass for me. I smiled and asked how much. She gave me an odd look.

"The booze is on the house. I don't believe we have met...." she said.

"Oh..I'm supposed to meet Anne. She asked me to be her "" for the party. I'm Jimmy from her Psychology Class." I replied.

"So, you are the Anne told me about...I like the costume. This is my party by the way. My name is Jean. I think I saw Anne out in the back. I'll show you the way."

She came around the bar and fully took hold of the leash around my neck, smiled and said out loud, "Heel Boy." then led me through the house by the neck. Funny thing about the whole dog collar and leash thing. I'll bet every single female there (and a few married s) wanted to hold that chain. Come to think of it, a lot of them did before it was over.

We wound up crossing the back yard (YES!!! A beer keg was set up out there! ) and going into the 4 car garage. I was wondering what was Anne doing back here then I saw her and some guy looking at a classic 15 Thunderbird inside the garage. The guy she was with wasn't in costume and had a drink in his hand. Anne was dressed up in an old fashid serving wench costume complete with a leather bodice that showed off her breasts very nicely. Her red hair was down across her shoulders. I'd never seen it loose like that before. Her long dress billowed out from the petticoats under it. Her figure was squeezed into an hourglass shape by the leather bodice laced up in the back. She was a knockout!

"Jimmy! You came!" she said loudly when she saw me. She was holding a can of Coke in her hand. "Ron...this is the young man I introduced Alice to...Jimmy, this is my husband Ron."

As I was shaking his hand I was thinking...(Ron's in Atlanta...yeah right....) I was recalling her foot between my legs and suddenly the party wasn't so much fun anymore. I said, "Ron, pleased to meet you." I saw he wasn't interested in anything but the car. Turns out he was thinking of buying it from Jean's husband. I could also tell he was well on his way to getting very drunk. We spent a little time talking cars like most guys do. Did you know the 5 T-Bird ran on a 6 volt battery system and the water pump had to be greased at each oil change? During our talk I saw the garage was also a story building with a set of stairs leading up to a loft overhead. I decided to get away from the "happy" couple and rejoin the party inside.

It was a good party (better now that I found the beer) as parties go. The owners had taken the den and made a small dance floor in it. The sound system was amazing. Again, something about the leash around my neck brought the women out of the wood work. I got several dances, a couple of photo ops and several ph numbers from the single women there. They just couldn't keep their hands off the leash. A couple of hours and a few beers later I was back at the piano singing "Some Saved My Life Tonight" with the crowd. God were we sooo off key! Then some grabbed hold of the leash again and gave it a ful tug from behind. It was begining to get a little old by now.

I turned and saw Anne grinning at me. "So....enjoying yourself?" she asked as she tugged the chain again.

"Yeah...Thanks for the invite. I was surprised to see Ron here. Thought he was going to be in Atlanta." I answered. "Where is he by the way?" I was a little disappointed. I had imagined Anne and myself.......well you know.

"Ron got drunk and went home." she replied. "Come with me." The t she used was the same she uses in the classroom. You know that commanding t that expects to be obeyed. I followed her back outside. We wound up back in the garage al.

"Do you believe in unicorns?" she asked me. Her voice changed, becoming huskier and deeper.

"No...not really." I said, wondering what was up.

"Let me show you." She started up the stairs to the overhead loft, pulling my leash as she went. I followed. The memory of her foot kept coming back.

The top of the stairs led to an open door. The loft beyond was a bedroom efficiency apartment. A full size bed was in the corner with a large white stuffed animal on it. You guessed it...a unicorn. Beside the bed was a dresser with a huge mirror hung on the wall. I didn't take the time to notice anything else. I heard the door shut behind me and then the clicking of the deadbolt sliding into place.

UH OH!

I turned to look into her eyes and knew what was coming. She walked up to me and tilted her head, eyes closed, lips slightly parted. I kissed her with a long, tender hug. Her tongue slid into my mouth and ed tag with mine. I stopped thinking and just reacted. My hands reached up to the front of her dress and flipped the bodice down, exposing both breasts. The nipples were pink and hard under my fingertips. I pinched between my finger and thumb. My other hand reaching around to cup her butt through the billowy dress. My heart was racing and my breath was coming faster with each second. As I leaned down to pop nipple into my mouth, Anne said,"My ride has left me here. Would you be so kind as to give me a ride home?" Her voice was husky and deep.

I fell into character and replied, "I'd love to ride you my lady." Yeah...yeah...remember I'm drinking a lot at this time so don't judge me too harshly. I'm completely incapable of thinking wisely right now. I throw off my cape and start to remove my vest.

"NO!...Leave it ON!" she said. Pulling my leash, she leads me over to the low dresser and looks at the both of us in the mirror. "I LIKE the costume!" She leans against the dresser and pulls up the back of her dress and looks at me over her shoulder. She's not wearing anything under the petticoat. Her marvelous ass is right in front of me. "What are you waiting for?"

Leaving the rest of my costume on, I yank down the sweat pants and my briefs. My cock is at full mast and hard enough to cut diamonds. I enter her hot pussy from the back. The lips pull slightly as I slide inside. Her moisture covers me, lubricating my cock as I place my hands on her hips. I grab hold and begin thrusting again and again. I look into the mirror and watch her face. She's watching me as well, a pained look crosses her eyes as I thrust deeper. She starts to pant faster, her breath coming in short rapid gasps. I continue to pound away.

I hear her grunt an animal like sound, then she looks into my eyes through the mirror and says, "SPANK...MY...ASS!" between gasps for air. At first I am way to far into the sensation between my legs to act. Anne yanks HARD on the leash and repeats the order. She got my attention so I give her a light swat with my hand on the right cheek of her butt.

"HARDER!" she yells out. Hummmmm.. OK...I cut loose with a swat that leaves a hand print in soft pink flesh. She lets out another grunt and says "AGAIN!" I switched hands and left another impression on the other cheek. The sound was very loud.

"OOOOOH GOD!" she cries as I feel a wet splash of hot fluid on my lap. She starts to shake. She loses her grip on the dresser and pulls off me then sinks to her knees on the carpet.

DAMN! I'm NOT D YET! I think to myself. I grab my penis, (It is sticky wet by now) and begin to jerk it madly. I step around Anne while masturbating (hard to do with sweat pants around your ankles) placing my dick in front of her face. She is watching me with a strange look in her eyes. Like she was half asleep. Within a moment I am SO turned on that I can feel the pressure in my balls beginning to erupt.

I grab a handful of red hair with my left hand and force my cock into her mouth just as the first explosion begins. Anne pushes her face forward and takes it all in. ....... times I cum, each shot going into her mouth. Anne looks up and starts to suck the tip of my penis, taking in all the semen. She finishes, opens her mouth to show me all the white cum she collected, then tilts her head back and swallows. I was very impressed.

Anne smiled as she got up off her knees and gave me a short peck on the cheek. "Now get presentable and go back to the party. I'll be down in a few minutes."

I pulled myself together and adjusted my costume while looking in the same big mirror. Anne disappeared into the little bathroom and closed the door. Would be better if we were not seen together too much so I hurried back out to the beer keg to replace some lost fluids. I didn't see Anne until much later in the night. or beers later.

I was enjoying the company of a woman named Terri who would not let go of the leash for any reason. She was fainated by leading me around and showing me off to her friends. Too many names and too many beers. The time passed very quickly. I had a glimpse of Anne several times during the night. She just smiled a slight smile and winked. Guess she figured I was keeping my distance for a good reason. She didn't smile at Terri though.

I found myself free from Terri's grasp when she had to visit the "powder room" with of her friends. (Ever notice how guys go to the can al but women seem to go in groups?) I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"So.....should I be worried?" Anne asked.

"Uh...About what?" I should know better than to answer a question with a question.

"You seem to have forgotten. You are my ride home. Remember? Terri will have to wait."

"Yeah, sure....I haven't forgotten......" I started to mumble."

She sniffed at me and then looked into my eyes. "Give me your keys." You are in NO condition to drive me anywhere." I knew that t. It was the same she used in the classroom. I obeyed instantly and handed my truck keys over.

"Time to go." she said and walked to the front door without looking back to see if I was following. Of course I was. Following that is.

I showed her my truck and she opened the passenger side door for me. I meekly got in. As it turns out, she lives in the same area. Only 4 blocks away from the party. I remember thinking to myself that she could have walked the distance in a few minutes. Why did she need a lift? Hummmmmm.

Her home was just as impressive as Jean's. Being a college professor must very well. When we stopped I asked for my keys. "No way Mr. Bond." That t was back again. "You are going to sleep it off here. I can't have of my students getting a DUI because of my invitation to a party. Besides, we have plenty of room."

I'll say. The house was unbelievable. Must have had at least 4 bedrooms upstairs and the layout on the ground floor.......wow! I was led to the den on the back side of the house. The decor was all male. Wet bar, big reen TV, pool table, huge leather sofa, dart board and a soft shag carpet that felt like velvet. Anne pushed me to the sofa and removed my sword belt. I thought she was going to remove more but I was disappointed when she didn't.

"Sleep here tonight." she said.

"Uh...What about Ron and your kids?" I asked. "Won't I be a little hard to explain in the morning?" I was sobering up quick. The thought of exploding firearms dancing in my head.

"Don't worry about that. I'll have you out of here before Ron wakes up. No else is here tonight. Can't have you wrapping your chevy around a tree now can we?" Anne explained.

Ok...husband is 'sleeping it off' and we are al.....I reach out to cup Anne's breast in my hand. I see her right eye brow arch up and her lips part into a smile. "No Mr. Bond" she whispered, "Not here...not now. Lay down and go to sleep."

My hand drops away and I shrug. "Can't blame a guy for trying..." I took off my cape and laid down in the sofa. The leather smelled good. A little cold at first but It felt good. I think I nodded off within seconds. I remember Anne putting my cape over me like a blanket. The room slowly faded as I closed my eyes. Then nothing.

The dream was VERY realistic. I was back at the bar with Anne and Alice. Only this time it was Alice's foot that was stroking my zipper. The taste of beer was sour in my mouth and no matter how much I drank I stayed thirsty. We were talking about something. I think it was homework(???) Odd but that's a dream for you. Anne went for more beer and Alice dropped under the table and began giving me head (Where did my pants go???) in the booth. I could feel her tugging my boxers down and her sweet tongue licking the tip of my penis. Heaven!

I started looking around to see if Anne was returning with the pitcher of beer. How could I explain what Alice was doing? What if we get caught? What if......

My eyes opened. I see her red hair bobbing up and down on my lap. Each movement sending thrills of pleasure up to my waking brain.... "Alice?" I whisper..

"Hello Mr. Bond." she said when her lips pulled off the tip of my hard shaft. "Alice doesn't live here anymore." Then Anne grinned a sly grin as she squeezed my cock in her right hand.

She was 'dressed' in a see through white teddy & bra with matching silk panties. Her face was hidden under the flowing red hair. Anne was kneeling beside the sofa. Her lips were driving me crazy with each motion. I closed my eyes for a moment to clear my head then looked around. Yeah, I remembered the sofa, the big TV.... I was in Anne & Ron's den.... Ron..RON??? Oh shit......



" Anne?" I whispered, "Uh....What....Uh...Where's Ron?"

"FWUCK RWON!" she mumbled with my penis still in her mouth.

It was then I noticed how she was shaking all over. Her hands were twitching, her head was shaking and her slim body was quivering. It wasn't cold in the room at all. I realized she was losing control of herself. Her lust had taken over. For the first time I knew that I was the calm . I sat up and reached for her. She did not let go of my hard on but rose up to plant a hard kiss on my lips. The shaking was getting worse. Her tongue darted deep into my mouth. I could taste mint and a hint of alcohol on her breath. She didn't drink anything at the party so I guess she must have had a nightcap or . Probably or .

I reach for the tender flesh through the shear fabric of the green teddy. The small breasts soft and supple, the nipples smaller and hard. She takes a deep breath as I touch her. Her hand on my cock squeezes tighter. I can still feel the trembling as I hold her. I am in charge now. I know beyond a doubt she will do anything I ask. For the first time EVER, I'm not the given in to absolute lust. It was a good feeling. With a quick tug I pulled the green teddy over her head. then taking a clue from that Anne stood up, turned around with her back to me and slowly lowered her green silk panties. Bending at the waist only she pushed them down inch by inch, her fabulous butt mere inches form my face. She looked over her shoulder and said, "See anything you like?"

The shaking was beginning to fade away as she relaxed a bit. After removing leg from her panties, she opened her legs sightly and rubbed her hand on her right leg, moving back up to stroke the magnificent cheek of her ass. Her trim build and muular t was now in full view. No wonder I had so much trouble trying to figure her age. I found out later Anne is a marathon runner and runs (not jogs - runs) 5 miles every morning before classes.

I grabbed her hand, spun her around and pulled her back down to her knees. A surprised look crossed her face as I grabbed a hand full of her red hair and forced her head back into my lap. "Don't start something you can't finish!" I growled as I forced my penis back into her mouth. It took only a half second for her to grab my cock and continue giving me head. I could hear and feel the moaning as she dove her mouth deep onto me. I slid around on the sofa into the same position I was in when she woke me. I reached out my hand to stroke her ass. I gave it a ful slap and the moaning got louder and her grip on my shaft tightened up and she began to stroke it while sucking.

Not to be outd, I moved my fingers over and began to insert the tips inside her. The soft flesh was wet with her excitement. I slid finger inside, then , then . She arched her back and began to gyrate her hips as I explored her clit. I pulled my fingers out and inserted my thumb. I held the cheek of her ass as my thumb jutted in as far as it would go. The moaning got louder. I pulled my thumb out and down raking the ball of it across her swollen clit. From this angle it felt hard to the touch. A shock seemed to go through Anne's body as I did this so I decided to repeat the motion. Again she jerked as I went across her "Hot Spot". I smiled to myself.

I followed the rhythm she was using while giving me head. Each time she went down, my thumb went in and each time she came up, my thumb pulled down across the swollen bulb of her clit. As she slowed down or sped up so would I. It was as if she were giving herself head (or so I thought). I smiled as she began to shake again.

Anne began to grind herself against my thumb. Her hips gyrated and pressed back. I pressed harder and moved faster. She stopped sucking and threw her head back while letting out a deeper moan then said something like "too soon...too....soon". She was fighting it, trying to hold back.

(Oh no you don't) I thought to myself. Then I pulled out my thumb and slapped her ass HARD before reaching back inside. "SHIT FUCK!" she cried out and I swatted her again. A sudden spray of fluid coated my hand. She gulped a deep breath, gasped again for air and I saw her eyes roll back in her head as she slowly collapsed beside the sofa.

Anne started to giggle a bit, and began to with my cock again. "That was VERY naughty of you Jimmy. I had other plans for that."

"For what?" I asked. The smug grin on my face telling her I knew exactly what she meant.

"Ass hole...I wanted you in me when I did that." She gave a rough jerk on my member as a point of showing just how careful I needed to be. Point taken.

By this time we had worked our way off the sofa and I was laying on the plush carpet beside her. I took her in my arms for a few minutes of necking, fondling and sucking. After a while I suggested she start sucking me off again and let me "thumb" her back into the mood. She grinned from ear to ear and moved into position immediately. The performance was even more amazing than the first. She started moaning and humping my hand while adding a strangle hold hand job with her oral work on me. GOD DAMN she's good at that! I was beginning to feel the pressure building in my balls. I had to tell her to ease up a little or I'd be blowing it down her throat. She immediately stopped and thumped the head of my penis by flicking her middle finger off her thumb. Shit! THAT HURT!

But, guess what, I lost all interest in cumming for a second and was back to square . Well...maybe square . Anyway it added more time to our fun. I need to remember that trick. By this time Anne was flowing again and panting harder from the attention I was giving her clit. Anne pulled away from my hand and straddled me. With a fluid motion she slipped my penis inside and began to grind slowly. Her hands pinned my shoulders to the floor as her hips switched left to right then forward and back. I was fainated watching her small breasts swaying in the air. I reached out to squeeze them. Her eyes looked upward then closed as a deep moan began in her throat. The taunt mules in her stomach were contracting and expanding as her hips continued to dance on my cock. I dropped my hands to grab the cheeks of her ass. The skin was soft to the touch but the mules underneath were hard and pulsating. I dug my fingers into her, remembering how a little pain would drive her nuts. I was right. She loved it. I started ing her move that marvelous ass around. As her breath began to come in faster and deeper, I pulled my hand back and slapped her ass as hard as I could. Anne cried out loud and began to shake all over. I could feel the juices wetting my balls as she choked off s ream into a whimper.

Anne slowly lowered herself down onto my chest and laid there until the shaking stopped. Her tongue nuzzled my ear as she sucked on my lobe. "That was nice....Your turn lover."

"Nice? Just "Nice?" I said. "Bet you can't do me better."

Anne let out another giggle then placed her hands under me, grabbing both cheeks of my ass. "Like I said, 'Your turn. ' " and then she began to hump me like a man. Her pussy was thrusting itself up and down my shaft as her mules contracted around it.

"OH......MY.....GOD!" passed my lips as the fury of motion rocked my little universe as never before. She was like a tireless machine literally fucking my brains out! I'm not sure how long this continued but my breath came faster and faster. I grabbed her ass again to . I took a deep breath and held it. Then I lost all control of myself....I shot load after load after load and even continued to spasm when nothing was left. The room turned dark as my body simply went to sleep.......

I woke up to find Anne crying on my shoulder, her arms still trapped under my butt. I leaned over both directions to allow her to pull them out. "What's uh...anything I ?...." I stammered. I had never had a woman cry on me like that after sex. Despite the incredible way I felt after my orgasm... ( my god... the word 'orgasm' doesn't begin to deribe hs of pleasure I reached.) Up until this point I had thought there was no such thing as bad sex. Even when it wasn't great..it was still good. Now that I have had this... the bar has been set a LOT higher. I wiped her tears away and asked her what was wrong.

She then told me a long story about her husband and his whore in Atlanta, I learned a lot of very private pain that night. Pain that I will not share with any else. We fell asleep in each other’s arms. Lucky for me, Anne thought of everything. A small alarm clock woke us early and I managed to slip out before Ron woke up from his little "bender". We remained good friends (and part time lovers) for about a year until she moved to Atlanta to be with Ron. I miss her even to this day.
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Watching Amy
Posted:Jun 14, 2018 10:33 am
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Here is a short story I think you will like.

It is a cool, early autumn evening and Debbie is at home relaxing on the couch. Flicking through television channels she sighs, "Why is there never anything to watch?"

"What's that?" calls Amy. Amy is Debbie's temporary flat mate, having moved in when she broke up with her boyfriend. Amy walks into the room wearing a short dress, barely covering her knickers, and tying up her hair.

Debbie's eyes widen, "There's... just never anything on," she says, without taking her eyes off of Amy, "at least nothing I want to watch." A voice in her head reminds her of what she would like to watch, and it involves Amy.

"You look great Amy, going out again?"

"Yep, I think tonight is the night I find myself a rebound." Debbie crosses her legs as she feels her groin throb, dreaming of the image of Amy getting fucked hard which flashes across her mind. Amy walks out of the room to continue getting ready, leaving behind a gentle and sweet aroma of perfume. Debbie gasps and closes her eyes before breathing in as much as she can, imagining brushing her face close to her flat mate's perfumed chest.

Debbie gets up to fetch a piece of chocolate from the kitchen. Perhaps this will make an evening of channel hopping and nothingness wane away a little faster. Coming out of the kitchen she sees Amy's door ajar and a strip of light dancing across a figure moving inside. Creeping up to the door on tip-toe she can hear Amy rustling her dress inside. Putting her eye silently to the gap she watches Amy drop a new, even shorter dress over her slim figure. Debbie's eyes linger on her pert little behind as the dress just about slips over it, covering all but the very tops of her long, tender thighs; or at least Debbie dreams them to be tender, having never touched or even brushed against them it was hard to tell.

Amy turns. She is sure she saw movement behind the crack. "It must just be Debbie walking past to go to the bathroom," she thinks to herself. Debbie has gone to the bathroom but is now sitting on the edge of the bath with her trousers and panties round her ankles, legs shaking. She isn't touching herself but damn well wants to, she just needs to cool off her throbbing pussy and for some reason thinks baring it to the cool air will help. If only this wasn't turning her on even more. "I can wait until Amy goes out and make all the mischief I want."

Coming out of her bedroom Amy almost walks straight into Debbie walking back from the bathroom. Debbie stops abruptly and feels the hem of Amy's tiny dress brush her hand, the smell of Amy's perfume and a sudden feeling of intimacy makes her linger, close to Amy, almost feeling her breath. Debbie shudders and wishes she was back in the bathroom, cooling off. Without moving away, Amy turns to Debbie. "Right, I'm going out now and I may not be back till tomorrow, or if I am, I may not be alone. I apologize in advance if I wake you." Amy beams a grin at Debbie, hugs her tightly, turns and walks out the door to meet her friends and possibly a rebound man. Debbie stands motionless, a small bead of come sliding down her leg. Her panties lay scrunched in the washing basket in the bathroom.

Debbie lies back on the couch and slides her hand into her trousers. Touching her pussy she feels her heat and wetness. Breathing deeply she pulls her hand out and picks up the television remote, "I have all evening to play with myself, no need to rush," she thinks.

Amy is in a cab with her friends. They are squeezed into the back, legs pressing against each other, giggling and looking forward to the night ahead. They are heading to a new bar in town which is offering cheap drinks and for Amy, the possibility for a hard man with an even harder cock.

Arriving at the bar the girls jump out of the cab, throwing small bills and cheeky kisses to the driver. Entering the bar, two girls head straight to get drinks and the other two run to get a table. "He looks great!" Brenna shouts to Amy over the loud music, pointing to a muscular man standing chatting to a young attractive girl by the bar. All the girls know why Amy is out tonight and all want to help her achieve her aims. "It's too early," grins Amy, "no need to rush."

As the bar gets busier, the amount of attractive men increases and Amy finds herself alone at the girls table, her friends off being chatted up having forgotten about her. Taking a long drag of her drink and a quick look around, she notices a broad, handsome, intense looking man gazing at her from across the room and smiling, he starts to walks over.

Debbie sits up on the couch, switching off the television. Having tried to pretend to herself that she could control her urges, she has realized that she can't any longer. With naughty thoughts streaming through her head she stands up and walks, gingerly, into Amy's room.

"It smells so good in here," Debbie thinks to herself as she sits on the edge of Amy's bed. Looking around, she spots a pair of Amy's panties on a chair and remembers seeing the pattern on them covering Amy's bottom before she went out, "Did Amy change her underwear as well?" Picking them up Debbie feels the thin cotton and instantly the image of herself pulling them down over Amy's legs flits across her mind. The thought of what she might be uncovering by doing this forces her to sit down on the bed again. As she lies back on the bed, Debbie sniffs in Amy's natural smell off of her bed sheets. "How I would love to spend a night in this bed," she thinks as she closes her eyes and slips and hand into her trousers.

Having finished with small talk a while ago, Amy and her handsome man are sat at her table, flirting heavily. Swirling her straw around her lips Amy asks, "So what should I expect if I were to open up your trousers tonight Jimmy?" Her man smiles and looks down at his crotch, as Amy giggles he reaches slowly for her hand, takes it, and moves it to his thigh. Guiding her hand up his leg she squeezes and feels the tip of his erect cock lining his thigh. She gasps. He's big. Taking control herself, she moves her hand further up and gives another squeeze. A long, thick cock awaits her. Downing her drink, she grabs his hand and pulls him to the exit and into a cab.

Debbie lays on her front on Amy's bed, two fingers in her wet pussy, breathing Amy's natural smell off of her pillow. Bucking backwards and forwards, rubbing her clit against her palm, her legs tense and shaking she brings herself closer and closer to a screaming orgasm. Debbie has her trousers round her ankles and her bare ass writhing and clenched in the air. Being so involved in herself she doesn't hear the car pull up outside the house, nor does she hear Amy's voice telling her man what she wants him to do to her. Only when Amy fits her key to the lock on the front door does Debbie react. "FUCK!"

Debbie jumps up, forgetting her trousers are round her ankles and falls back onto the bed, bouncing sideways and onto the floor. She pulls them up and rushes to the bedroom door, heart pounding and breathing heavily, scared. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Amy is leading her man into the house and there is no way for Debbie to leave the bedroom without being seen. Frantically searching the room for a place to hide she notices she has left a small damp patch on the bed, not that there is anything she can do about it. Spotting the open door of the large built in wardrobe Debbie rushes over to it and has just finished closing the door behind her as Amy is carried into the room by her, now shirtless, athlete of a man. Lips and tongues entwined the pair fall onto the bed. Amy notices a cold, wet feeling on her back in the middle of the bed but is too desperate to rip the trousers off her guy to care.

Silently gasping in the wardrobe, Debbie shakes as she sits on the floor, clutching her knees. She can hear Amy groaning but has no idea what is going on. Every now and again she hears a man's moan and after a long couple of minutes she can't take not knowing any longer. She presses her eye to the edge of the wardrobe door but with the door being made of thick wood, she can't see anything but the other side of the room. The man's moaning gets louder and Debbie becomes more desperate to view what is happening. Nudging the door open gently, she sees the side of the man's bare bottom and legs as he stands. Pushing the door further she sees the side of Amy's face, her eyes closed, with the man's long thick cock moving in and out of her mouth.

Debbie's eyes widen even further and her lust for Amy grows. Sliding this man's cock in and out of her mouth she looks so sexy, and from his expression, she looks experienced. Thoughts of Amy giving blow jobs to multiple men begin turning Debbie on again, having almost forgotten what she was doing earlier to get herself in this situation. Looking around, Debbie finds one of Amy's shoes and wedges the wardrobe door open where it is so she doesn't need to hold it; she needs both hands for what she's planning.

Amy pulls this big, hard cock out of her mouth and looks up. Smiling down at her is her new catch and she buries his cock in her mouth once again. Suddenly, he grabs the back of her head and pulls her onto his cock. She wasn't expecting this but she loves it. She swallows hard on his cock and eventually he releases her. She squeezes his cock hard in her hand and stands up, turning around; she rubs his wet cock on her bare bottom, only her thong baring his way to her inviting openings. Debbie's fingers are as wet as his cock, thrusting deep into her pussy she watches him bend her forward onto the bed and spank her ass. Amy squeals and wriggles under his heavy hand but Debbie can see a wild streak in her and a smirk across her face.

Bucking her ass up into the air, Amy turns her head and orders the man to take her thong off of her. He does as he is told but goes further, burying his face between her cheeks, licking her wet pussy and rubbing a thumb over her tight little asshole making her gasp with excitement.

Debbie almost gasps herself, admiring Amy who, until now, she thought had been a reasonably innocent girl. Debbie has two fingers in her pussy now, rubbing her palm on her clit again but now gently teasing her own asshole with her other hand, copying what she can see this man doing to her flat mate. The man continues to lick Amy's pussy, every now and again flicking to her asshole to get a taste of its hot innocence. It has never been fucked before but tonight it will be.

Amy catches a glimpse of movement and glances towards her wardrobe, "Fuck! His finger is in my ass!" she thinks frantically. All thought of movement is gone. Amy has gently toyed with her ass before but not felt anything like this; she relaxes as his finger slides deep into her ass, wet from her pussy. Amy moans. "That feels great Jim, fuck me with that finger!" she orders. He does as he is told and starts to thrust his finger in and out of her ass, teasing her pussy with his thumb. He adds another finger and Amy relaxes to accommodate it. This is a new feeling but fucking hell it feels good. In the wardrobe, Debbie has two fingers in her pussy and two in her ass. She has played with her ass a lot and knows she loves it.

Jimmy stands up and Debbie sees his incredible cock standing erect. He spanks Amy's tight little ass again and grabs his cock, two fingers still in Amy's ass. She turns her head, trying to figure out what he's going to do next but she doesn't care, as long as that cock is involved. Debbie is fighting her own urges to burst into the room and onto that cock but she knows she won't, she is having far too much fun watching her flat mate. Pointing his cock down and positioning himself behind Amy, the man teases the opening of Amy's pussy with the tip of his cock. He can feel how hot and wet she is and simply can't help himself any longer. He thrusts his cock deep inside her and grinds his fingers into her ass again at the same time. Amy's eyes widen again, she opens her mouth and breathes in deeply. Feeling him deep in both of her holes is exactly what she needs.



Debbie's thighs are shaking. Kneeling in the wardrobe fucking her pussy and ass with her fingers is taking her close to the edge, and seeing what she can see is pushing her even closer. Not only is her body shaking, but she is breathing in starts and gasps. She is sure the couple can hear her but then again, Amy is moaning so loudly now, there's no way.

"That is a big cock Jimmy!" thinks Amy. It's completely filling her up and she fucking loves it. Backing up and grinding on it she feels it thrust in and out of her. Continuing to fuck her she bites down on her bed sheets, tasting the damp patch she noticed earlier. It tastes good, almost familiar. She has little time to think what it could be however as she feels his fingers leaving her asshole. "Oh no, put them back in!" she moans. "I've got something better," he says as he pulls his hard cock out of her pussy. His cock dripping with her wetness he touches the tip to her tight little asshole. Amy gasps, she knows what's coming and she wants it.

Amy reaches behind her and spreads her buttocks. Debbie, with her eye pressed against the wardrobe opening, watches that long, thick cock slowly disappearing into Amy's little ass. Hearing deep groans from Amy lets Debbie know she is enjoying it and Debbie bends forwards in the wardrobe and pushes a third finger into her own ass, wanting to feel what Amy is feeling.

"FUCK YES!" screams Amy. The man is pumping her asshole hard; thrusting his hard cock in and out of her Amy comes and comes and comes. A loud, deep grunt from the man and a heavy final thrust makes Amy gasp as he fills her ass with his hot come.

Just after Amy screamed, Debbie's pussy began to twitch and spasm. Her fingers working frantically stroking her swollen clit. Then within seconds came the first gush of hot cum across Debbie's fingers. Debbie collapses on the floor of the wardrobe, arms shaking, buttocks clenched, pussy hot and tensing as she comes again and again and again. Slowly she pulls her fingers from her pussy as Jimmy pulls his spent cock out of Amy's ass. "Oh my.......GOD......." was all Debbie could think for several more moments.

Amy collapses on the bed, legs spread wide and come dripping from her asshole, not a care in the world. Debbie watches him dress as Amy lays there, she watches him looking at her and smiling, seeing his come on her ass. The man grabs Amy's eyeliner pencil from her table and writes his phone number on her leg, spanks her ass, and leaves.

Watching from the wardrobe, Debbie decides Amy has passed out and makes a move to leave. Pulling her trousers up over her swollen pussy, she gently pushes the door open and creeps past Amy. She can't help herself but take a long look at Amy's fucked asshole; that is until Amy rolls over.

Amy spots another glimpse of movement outside her bedroom door. "Was Debbie watching me again? I do hope so." Amy thinks as she takes a long deep sigh. "I have GOT to get her to join us next time."
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Misery Loves Company.
Posted:Jun 3, 2018 11:04 pm
Last Updated:Jun 4, 2018 1:40 am
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Rats.... I'm down to 18 points and can't view the member broadcasts any more.
I can't watch my favorites..Sniff Sniff.... Jimmy B.
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Should Prostitution be Legalized everywhere?
Posted:May 29, 2018 11:28 am
Last Updated:Jun 3, 2018 10:55 pm
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I just got back from Nevada and I must say that it is so interesting that prostitution is legal out west. There are pros and cons for this. What do you think?
No prostitution should not be legal in every state.
Yes prostitution should be legal in every state.
Yes prostitution should be legal but only in some states.
I don't have an opinion.
Wait a minute.. It's Illegal?????
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Learning To Love Myself
Posted:May 29, 2018 8:13 am
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2018 6:29 am
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OK Jimmy, you have been asking so here is my story. Looking back I guess I was very sexually reserved as a young person. But by 18 I was beginning to feel more relaxed about have sexual desires and fantasies.

I didn't start masturbating until I was 19 but it soon became a very regular thing. I would often think about touching myself during the day and I thought I was terribly sexually liberated because I knew I was going to act on it that night.

I thought people would be astonished to know that I touched myself sexually. I now know that I was doing nothing out of the ordinary, but at the time I thought I was a real wild one.

I was still living at home and I would masturbate most nights, usually in bed before going to sleep. At the time I thought what I was doing was about as outrageous as sexual behavior got.

Then, as now, I prefer to have my knees up and legs spread wide when masturbating, partly because of the easy access to my clitoris and vagina but also because of the heightened sense of brazen sexuality of being naked and having your legs wide open.

But although alone in my room I was never quite 100% sure that I wouldn't be interrupted by a family member so I'd usually masturbate on my back with my legs slightly apart and my pajamas still on.

Usually by the time I would climax I'd have one hand working my clitoris fairly quickly while using the other to work one or two fingers in and out of my vagina.

On one occasion which I remember very vividly it was fairly late and everyone else was long in bed. On a whim I deliberately took my pajama pants completely off in a mood of heightened freedom before even getting under the sheets.

At this point the light was still on and it felt great to stand there with my bottom and pubic hair exposed. I took the time to enjoy my nakedness and carefully fold the pajama pants and placed them in the dresser drawer.

Instead of just flicking back the sheets and getting in I leaned across the bed with my legs slightly apart and pushed out my bottom before drawing back the covers. I had this sense of exposing my labia, my nakedness to the world even though the only thing behind me was the wall.

I found it so arousing that I looked around the room for things to pick up. I bent over keeping my legs straight and apart to pick up this and that. Each time I bent over I felt a sexual focus between my legs rising.

I imagined I was being watched and stood in front of the mirror. I had planned to leave my pajama top on because if someone came in while I was under the sheets they wouldn't see my naked bottom half but would be able to see my naked torso.

But I was caught in the moment and watched myself in the mirror as I unbuttoned the top and let it fall to the ground, exposing my breasts. Seeing myself naked like this, fondling my breasts, nipples erect was surprisingly sexual. It was like I had leap into a new realm of sexual deviancy.

It was not like being naked after getting out of the shower or something. There I was standing fully exposed looking at my breasts and pubic mound and seeing my naked self in a purely sexual way.

I was thinking of men looking at me like this, seeing and being aroused by my naked body. "Come on and fuck me," I whispered quietly to men in general.

Saying the words 'fuck me' was liberating. There I was, supposed to be wholesome and innocent but touching breasts and wanting to be fucked. The idea immediately shifted my focus to my vulva. I wanted to touch myself more intimately; I wanted my fingers inside me!

I turned off the light and got into bed. I had a much greater feeling of raw sexuality compared to my usual masturbation sessions when my hands were down my pajamas.

While often intense, masturbating with my pajamas on gave a sense of discretion, privacy and reservation.

There was something immensely erotic about being naked for the sole purpose of wanton sexual gratification. Once I got into bed I was surprised how physically sexy it felt to have my naked bottom and hard nipples against the cool sheets. I spread my legs wider than usual but still flat on the bed.

I started by fondling of breasts and nipples then down to my labia and clitoris. My sexual arousal came on much more quickly and insistently than ever before – I was already so wet! I soon found myself at the usual end game of right hand quickly rubbing my clitoris with two fingers of my left hand in my vagina.

I could feel the sexual energy rising, magnified by my nakedness and lusted after the orgasm I knew would come. I couldn't help but lift my left knee up to get my fingers further inside me as lust overtook my usual sense of refrain.

It felt great as another layer of restraint fell away and I was more deeply penetrated by my fingers. But I also felt exposed with that never quite complete sense of privacy that you have in the family home. Wondering if someone is going to barge in and see one leg up in the air.

But I couldn't let the sexual pleasure to subside so I rolled onto my right side so my knee could be hard up against my ribs without being up in the air. But while my right hand still had great access to my clitoris it was hard for my left to get at my vagina.

I didn't consciously think about it but I just arched my back and switched to fingering myself from behind which felt different and was further liberating as another layer of inhibition peeled away.

However, the shift in position had slightly slowed the rush toward orgasm and while I was still totally consumed by this sexual act I also felt like I could take my time to enjoy it.

I took the time to smear my whole genital are with the copious amount of fluid I had produced before reinserting my fingers. The sopping wetness was in itself highly erotic.

Soon both my hands were wet, my labia, my clitoris and really my whole genital area were slippery and wet and my vagina kept producing more. I took it as a confirmation from my body of the intensity of the pleasure I was feeling. I thought to myself, "Yes this is as good as I thought it was. Look how wet I am getting."

My breathing was shallow and quick and I started to quiver and my hips began to grind against my hands. I was completely unconscious of anything in the world except my body and the orgasm looming.

The wetness egged me on and as I continued to masturbate I would take my fingers out and rub it over myself. I hadn't masturbated from behind with anything like this intensity before, nor in such a state of lust. So the first time I touched my anus it wasn't intentional.

It sent a jolt of pleasure that took me completely by surprise. Academically I knew that some people engaged in anal sex but it never occurred to me that pleasure from this source would apply to me.

I quickly slid my fingers back into my vagina and went on fingering myself but the next time I took them out I was immediately drawn to my ass.

I thought I would just brush my fingers against my sphincter as I had done before – just give myself a little tickle to see if it actually felt good. But it felt great and I found my fingers lingering and probing.

As my finger probed at my sphincter I was suddenly struck by the thought that putting a finger in my ass would be the ultimate act of letting go and of complete and utter nakedness and exposure.

The earlier moment that I had taken off my pajamas came back to me. Just that spur of the moment decision to take my pants off gave me a sense of erotic taboo then which came back with redoubled intensity.

I wanted my finger in my ass and I decided to do it. The fingers working my clitoris stopped. My breathing stopped. I gently eased my finger in and every millimeter of penetration was pure pleasure.

Once my finger was in to the first knuckle I could feel the clamping tightness.

The physical feelings were intense but were magnified by my sense of outrageous, brazen willingness to do whatever felt good. I felt I had totally let go and utterly surrendered all inhibitions to my sexual desire.

I had never felt anything like it, I couldn't believe the level of sexual gratification it gave me. It was a near orgasmic level of pleasure and I wanted more, more, more.

Then I realized I was feeling this level of intensity when I wasn't even moving. With an uncontrolled jolt I arched my back pushed the finger further into my ass. I began to rub my clitoris in a frenzy and my whole body began to shudder.

I pumped the finger inside me with fast but tiny in and out motions. All I had was half a finger in my ass and although I was moving it quickly the distance it was going in and out was minimal. But I had never felt so much like I was being fucked in my life.

In seconds I felt an orgasm rise and then overwhelm me in long, slow, intense wave after wave of unashamed pure pleasure.

After a minute or two to get my bearings I slipped my finger out and had this abstract sense that I should feel guilty or dirty. Instead I had an unexpected and slightly nervous but also liberating giggle to myself.

I had just discovered a whole new world of pleasure in sex and my mind boggled at the future joys I would experience.



I had often thought with lustful excitement what it would be like to have a penis inside my vagina. I couldn't begin to fathom the ecstasy that being fucked in the ass would bring.

Discovery 2

Once I had discovered the pleasure of fingering my ass it became a common part of my masturbation.

I wouldn't necessarily put my finger in my ass every time I masturbated, and sometimes I didn't touch my ass at all, but more often than not I would at least be rubbing my ass crack by the time I came.

I always got a thrill of sexual anticipation when I realised I'd be home alone for the night. If by some fluke my siblings all planned to be out on the same night as my parents I'd be a little short of breath every time I thought about it – even if it was a week in the future.

As soon as the last one walked out the door I'd be at the window to watch them get in the car and drive off. No sooner than they were around the corner my hand would be down my pants to get at my usually already wet pussy.

I would still go to my room, usually at a half run with my hand never leaving my crotch. I always wanted to be completely naked and my legs wide open to feel maximum sexual freedom. And I just couldn't bring myself to do that in any room except my own with the door firmly closed.

Then one day events conspired to give me an opportunity to go to the next step in exploring my anal sexuality.

A couple who were friends of my parents were paying a visit and talking about their much anticipated dream holiday to explore Europe for a month. I was sort of half joining in the conversation but not really tuned in until they mentioned that their daughter wouldn't be able to house sit for them because she was now living interstate.

They were having trouble figuring out what to do about watering the plants and looking after the cat in their absence. We lived about an hours drive away so it wasn't really an option for one of us to go up there every day.

I had plenty of leave owing from work, some old friends living reasonably near to their house and I was behind on the study I was doing part time. Three pretty good excuses for me to volunteer.

The implications of having all that time alone to explore my ass in freedom meant I had to clamp my legs closed to keep control of myself. Despite feeling short of breath and my heart racing I managed to sound fairly casual when I said, "I could look after your place for you if you like." I rattled off all my excuses and to my utter delight all concerned thought it was a great idea.

I came very quickly in bed that night – having been wet for most of the day. Then I masturbated every morning and night for about a week in a state of ecstatic anticipation.

Eventually (about three very long weeks later) I was in their garage bidding them farewell. I watched them turn the corner, waited for the roller door to close then dashed through a door they had from the garage to the kitchen.

I shut the door behind me and leaned against it. I was in a fairly cosy corner of the kitchen behind a bench and in no time I had my jeans and panties around my ankles. With my bare ass against the cool door I used my right hand to rub my clit and my left to reach up under my top and fondle my breasts. I raced to orgasm in about 60 seconds flat.

Once I'd come I felt very exposed standing there in someone else's house with my pants around my ankles and my pussy and fingers wet. It felt like such a brazen thing to do and I felt like a deviant but that made me feel cheeky and sexy rather than uncomfortable. But I did quickly composed myself and pull up my pants to get a sense of normality back.

It was late afternoon when they left so by the time I'd unpacked, fed the cat, rang my parents to say I'd arrived safely and went out to get something for dinner I decided to take a shower and settle in for a private night alone in front of the TV.

When I got out of the shower I automatically started getting dressed but as I looked at myself in the mirror standing there with just my panties and a bra on I thought, "I don't have to wear clothes here."

It was such a liberating idea. "I can do anything I want in any room of the house," I thought. That was a sexy idea but it was thrilling to know that I actually would be doing anything I wanted.

I looked at myself and rubbed my breasts through my bra then put one hand down the front of my panties and fondled my labia and clit.

I decided I wasn't gong to put anything else on for the rest of the night. I was going to stroll about the place in my underwear. It was such a powerfully liberating feeling that my nipples hardened and I felt my stomach muscles tighten as my pussy began to gently pulse.

I had a momentary concern, "What the fuck am I gong to do if someone knocks on the door?" But I thought, "Well it's hardly a crime to walk around in your underwear." Still, I grabbed my dressing gown and decided to put in near the front door so it would be handy just in case.

As I walked out of the bathroom I was so excited that I went straight downstairs and threw the dressing gown on the ground near the front door. Once that was done I felt safe to do whatever I liked.

I took my time as a strolled around feeling freer than I ever had before. I grabbed a magazine and put it in the middle of the kitchen table. Then with my legs straight and slightly apart and my ass pointing out I bent over the table to flip through it.

If felt great with my ass in the air like that. I thought of the view that someone watching me from behind would have and as I kept my left elbow on the table I used my right hand to reach behind and grab my panties and pull them up my butt crack. They were just a plain cotton pair and I didn't give a damn if they got stretched out of shape. The pressure against my asshole felt fantastic and I decided to leave them that way.

I walked to the lounge and with every step the panties jammed in my crack rubbed at my ass and pussy. I felt so wantonly, outrageously sexual and I had an amused thought at the shock the owners would be feeling if they knew what I was doing in their house.

I sat on the couch and took off my bra. My nipples were hard and my tits felt so, so naked and so, so good in the big empty lounge. I felt as naked and exposed as if I were starkers in a supermarket.

I lifted my right leg over the arm rest. I leaned back and shifted my ass close to the edge of the couch. I put my left foot on the coffee table and let my knee drop so my legs were now wide open, this time thinking of what someone in front of me would be seeing.

That really threw me over the edge. It was one thing to be in just my underwear in this big house all by myself. It was another thing to have my panties jammed up tight in my ass crack, strutting around and feeling sexy. And it was yet another thing to have my tits exposed and nipples hard. But once my legs were spread wide like that I had shifted from sensuality to raw sexuality. Psychologically it was like shifting from playing with myself to fucking myself.

I could feel my vagina and clit tingling even though I wasn't touching them. It felt so good I didn't want to break the spell and I just sat there rubbing my tits and playing with my nipples.

I kept at this for about 10 or 15 minutes – just enjoying my breasts and nipples – and eventually I was just quickly flicking the tip of my ring finger of each hand across each nipple. Eventually I rose to a near orgasmic ecstasy – just from rubbing at my nipples!

The whole time I didn't touch my vagina or clit but just left my legs spread wide with my panties up my ass crack and tight against my pussy. Despite not touching myself between my legs I felt that having my legs wide open like that gave an enormous focus on my vagina and clit. My hips began to hump minutely, more as a reflex than a conscious decision.

I had always enjoyed touching my breasts and nipples in particular but I had never got so close to orgasm from them alone. I could feel my juices oozing out and wondered at how wet my panties would be when I finally took them off.

I found it so intensely erotic to have my legs open in such a provocatively sexual pose and not hidden away under the sheets in my own room but outrageously exposed in these neither private nor intimate surroundings. It was erotically like masturbating in public but without the practical downside of actually being in public.

Eventually the joy from my nipples peaked out and it was time to move on. I knew if I touched my clit I'd come in a flash but I just wanted this to go on and on. I decided I'd just work on my ass as I had with my nipples and leave my vagina and clit alone.

I put both feet on the ground and leant forward thinking to just lift my ass up enough to take of my panties. As I did so I looked at my crotch to see if any wetness from my vagina was showing through. I had a double take when I saw that they were not only wet they were actually glistening where my juices had completely soaked through. I left them on and put my hand between my legs. It came away wet and I suddenly realized the amount of juice that had come out of me.

I decided to go upstairs to take off my panties and finger my ass sitting on a towel to soak up my flowing juices.

On the way I walked past a mirror in the hall and looked at myself and I thought about fingering my ass in front of a mirror. I'd never done that before, with my ass or vagina, and the idea of watching my finger go in and out of my ass really turned me on.

There wasn't a mirror in my room (I was using a spare room upstairs next to the master bedroom) but I knew there was a full size one in the main bedroom. I thought it would be another level of cheekiness to actually masturbate my asshole while in their room. And, caught in the moment I decided to do it.

I got a couple of towels from my room and took off my soaking panties while I was there. Now it was time to get serious and I wanted to be totally naked. I was desperate to get down to business and start fingering my ass. I was also fascinated to see what it would look like to watch my finger going in and out of my asshole.

But when I walked into their room I thought about what people would think if they knew I was about to masturbate not just in the house of our family friends, not just in their own bedroom but that I would be putting my finger into my asshole.

A part of me knew I was doing something wrong and I also knew I wouldn't have done it if I wasn't so worked up and horny. But another, stronger part of me reveled in the outrageous deviance of the act. This strong sense of sexual perversion fed on itself and I wanted to be as wanton and reckless as possible.

laid out a towel on the end of the bed closest to the mirror and put the other within easy reach. As I sat down the feel of my naked ass on the towel gave me another rush. I looked at myself in the mirror; my exposed tits; the hair between my legs.

I changed positions a few times and I soon found that by lying on my left side with my body pointing diagonally away from the mirror and my right leg hard up against my ribs and propping myself up on my left elbow I could clearly see my vagina and my puckered asshole. I also had easy access with my right hand to reach around and touch my clit and pussy and ass from behind.

I wanted to focus on my ass as I had on my nipples downstairs but I needed lubricant so I started fingering my pussy to get my fingers wet. I probed at my pussy with my pointer and middle fingers. It was incredible to watch in the mirror as my fingers disappeared into my vagina.

It seemed so hard core to watch the penetration and I was soon mesmerized and watching in fascination as I began to pump my pussy faster and faster. I knew I'd come soon if I wasn't careful so I took them out and started to probe my asshole with the tip of my now wet and slippery middle finger.

The combination of all the anticipation and seeing my finger begin to disappear into my ass was too much. I was so in the moment that nothing existed in the world except my finger and my ass. The sensations were intense as I began to finger fuck my ass faster.

Normally finger fucking my ass too fast didn't work because of a lack of lubrication. But this time my middle finger was well lubed and I was pumping it in and out quite quickly.

I was in heaven. Here I was acting out this fantasy that had been building for weeks. Naked, alone and not going to be interrupted, my finger in my ass, lights on and looking at it all happen in the mirror.

I pulled my finger all the way out and quite quickly plunged it all the way back up my ass. Then all the way out again and back in over and over. It just got better and better and my hips involuntarily started to buck toward my finger beckoning it back into my ass.

It went in and out so easily I squeezed my middle and pointer fingers together and with the next pump I tried to get them both in. That had rarely worked before because my asshole was just too tight to let two in at once in comfort.

But this time my hole had been softened up enough and while still a very tight fit they both went in easily – and ecstatically. I didn't take them out this time and pumped away at my asshole.

Eventually I was completely overcome by an intense and all powerful lust and let out a simpering moan. At first I was shocked to hear myself but I simultaneously realised that I could make all the noise I wanted here. Unlike at home where I was paranoid even of the noise of my fingers working at my ass and pussy being overheard.

I let myself go and moaned, "ah ...ah...ah..." punctuating each new thrust into my ass. Hearing myself like this was fantastic. I wanted to keep pumping at my ass alone but I lost control and my left hand dived at my pussy. I was pumping into my pussy with the middle two fingers of my left hand from the front using the palm of my hand to rub at my clit.

I kept at my ass with the pointer and middle finger of my right hand. My moans became a rapid, "yes yes yes fuck fuck fuck yes yes yes." I looked at my tits jiggling in the mirror and then watched my hands working away between my legs. Then I looked myself in the eye and saw the lust in my face. It was incredible to see and hear that I was verbally egging myself on.

I soon felt the orgasm on the way but it wasn't rising quickly and sharply it was coming at me from deep inside and driving powerfully through my body. It built and built and built and I thought it would never peak out.

By the time it did I was unable to say "fuck" or "yes" or anything else coherent. I just moaned a loud shuddering, "aaaaahaaaaahaaaaahaaaaahaaaaah."

Once the last waves of the orgasm had crashed over and through me I lay there with four fingers still inside me – two in my ass and two in my pussy. It felt so wonderful and I couldn't image anything better than doing that every day for the next month.

I eventually sat up and wiped my hands on the towel. I needed a bit of time to take stock and I thought I'd turn on their bedroom TV and relax for a while. As I did so I noticed that they had a DVD player and a pile of DVD's neatly stacked in the cabinet underneath.

I suppose I considered the possibility that they might have a porn DVD but it was more just curiosity of what they might have in their collection that made me take a closer look.

At first it looked like just a load of predictable movies but then I realised that there was another row of DVD's behind the first. The first one I grabbed had a picture of a two women's faces close to a huge cock spurting cum and was obviously hard core porn.

I started to grab a few more from the back and sure enough they were all porn – over 50 of them. I couldn't believe my luck! I thought, "You fucking perverted bastards!" of my parents friends but I meant it in a celebratory, "You little beauty!" sort of way.

I had too much choice and was just about to shove in the first one I'd found when I noticed one of a young innocent looking woman with bare breast and sexy blue panties on with a title something like Be Gentle with My Virgin Ass or something like that.

Anal porn! I couldn't believe they'd have something like this and I had it on and playing in moments. I was mesmerized and paralyzed watching the actors fucking and sucking when all of sudden he was fingering her asshole and before I knew it she was moaning away as he fucked her ass – it was incredibly sexy to watch.

I snapped out of my paralysis and lay on my side on the bed (where I'd been sitting to watch) again with my right hand having access to my ass and my left on my pussy and clit.

It was magic but this time I wasn't as wet as I had been and I just couldn't finger fuck my ass as fast as I desperately wanted to. I thought that maybe if they had porn they'd have lube so I got up, wiped my hands clean on the towel and started looking in their drawers. I know it was a pretty awful thing to do – rummaging through their stuff like that – but at that moment I just wanted to finger fuck my ass and I was desperate for lubricant.

I had no luck for a while and was ready to give up when I pushed a bottom drawer back in that had seemed to be just full of clothes I heard a dull clunk – something else was in there. This time I pulled it all the way out and at the back I found not just two big bottles of lube but a whole array of about a dozen dildos, vibrators and even (what I have since learned was called) a butt plug.

I was like a kid in a lolly shop. I didn't know what I was going to put in where first but I knew I was going to be fucking myself like crazy very soon.

Most of the dildos were too big for my ass – in fact about half were going to be a stretch in my vagina! – but there was this one narrow soft, blue, rubber gel one with a set of balls and it looked like I'd be able to get in my ass.

It was only a little more than a couple of my fingers wide and I grabbed it with a frenzy of lust. I wanted to have it in my ass but I knew I'd need to be well lubed up to get it in there.

I was almost uncontrollably excited so I calmed myself down and took the thin blue dildo and put it on the towel on the bed. Then I took a medium sized dildo for my vagina (when I say medium it was in the middle range of the dildos in the drawer but fairly big as far as real cocks go), it was very nice and soft and a realistic flesh color. I put that on the towel next to the blue dildo.

I know it's greedy but with my ass and pussy about to be fucked I didn't want my clit left out. So I grabbed the butt plug. I didn't know it was for an ass at that point – and it would never have fit anyway – but it had a cord attached to a dial that I assumed was to make it vibrate. It vibrated alright! I held it in my hand and cranked it up. Even in my hand feeling the strength of the vibration that thing punched made me swoon.

Finally I got a bottle of the lube which had a pump action dispenser on it. With two hands and three toys I had to get organized so I got to lubing up my ass first.

I got into my familiar side on position: on my left side; right leg in the air and knee hard against my ribs; ass and vagina well exposed and easy to get at.

I pumped a big dollop of lube into my hand and smeared it all over my pussy and ass hole. Then I got another load of lube and started working my fingers into my ass. I wanted the inside of my ass lubed but of course every time I lubed up my finger and slid it in most of the lube didn't go inside my ass.

I then had an idea that I could put the end of the pump action top of the lube bottle into my ass and pump the lube in. The end of the squirter was a bit hard edged and I had to pump the big bottle up and down trying to keep the outlet still in my ass. No mean feat with slippery hands when you're horny as hell!

It was well worth it though. As soon as the first load of lube squirted into my ass I felt the coldness ooze inside me and it felt great. I liked it so much I pumped some more in and then pumped it again. It felt so great that I forgot that I was doing this to get lube into my ass and I was just enjoying the sensation of feeling the cool stuff squirt into me. I don't know exactly how much I put in my ass but it was a fucking lot – probably at least 20-25 pumps of the bottle.

I eventually got back to the main game and stopped filling up my ass with lube. I knew putting the blue thin gel dildo in my ass would be the crowning glory so I grabbed the other, bigger dildo first (the dildos and butt plug were lying on the bed in front of my belly where I could get at them easily).

I rubbed it on my clit because it was nice and soft and smooth and I wanted to know how it would feel. Fucking great was the answer! When I put the head at the opening of my pussy and gently pushed I discovered that my eyes were a bigger than my vagina – it didn't look too big but that was just compared to the others. It took a bit of gentle working at it but I eventually got it in and it felt beautiful.

I was so full with that cock inside me I really wouldn't have needed anything more to have a great time. Once I'd pumped away for a bit it started to feel like a perfect fit. I adjusted my position a bit so I could see in the mirror and seeing that thing inside me like that made it look really big. My vagina seemed wide stretched open around it.

I should say that it really wasn't that big but at that early stage of my adulthood it was the biggest thing I'd ever had inside me. Looking at it in the mirror at my face and whole naked body I felt like my vagina was very small and the dildo was its maximum capacity and that made me feel very sexually mature. It was like I had reached a new level of sexual intimacy with myself where I could confidently fuck my vagina to the fullest with this big thing.

It made me feel very relaxed about my self and my sexuality (at the same time as feeling very fucking horny!) It felt like good, wholesome, natural fun. This made me feel very calm and relaxed about putting the other smaller dildo in my ass. It was going to be an honest expression of my sexual feelings.

I lost the sense of naughtiness I'd had since walking in the door and frigging myself to orgasm in the kitchen earlier that day. Instead I felt like a confident woman with a serious, uninhibited mission to fuck myself like crazy.

I had my left hand holding the dildo in my pussy and took the blue one in my right. I probed around for a bit then gently pushed it against my little ass opening. It didn't want to open and I had to grab the shaft close to the end and push harder bit by bit. Then all of a sudden the pressure was too much and it popped in about an inch.

It was the biggest thing I'd ever put in my ass (the previous record being two fingers) and at first it was a little uncomfortable. Not just the very full feeling I had had with the dildo in my vagina at first – this was too big and it didn't feel quite right. But I didn't want to give up so I kept feeding more of it into my ass. It didn't feel any worse as it went further in because all of the tightness was in my ass opening and it was the same width along its length.

Once it was an inch or two in I held it still and started to pump away at my pussy again. After a about five minutes of smooth, long slow fucking at my vagina my ass had relaxed and the sensation of discomfort had passed completely. I was very pleasantly surprised when I started to ever so slowly push the dildo in my ass further up inside because it was now feeling perfect. In fact as every millimeter went in it seemed to add extra intensity to the pleasure.

It wasn't so much the feeling up inside my ass but the sensation of something going inwards through my sphincter that was magic. Especially as the length of the thing allowed this to go on and on and on (at least compared to my fingers). My ass at this point was feeling incredibly sensitive and by the time I had it all in (about 6-7 inches) up to the balls I was whimpering in ecstasy.

I started to slowly ease it out but the sensation wasn't the same on the way out. To be honest it was more like taking a shit. It wasn't unpleasant – just not as heroically sexually exciting as it had been going it. I took it most of the way out quite quickly and slowly started to push it in again. It is impossible to describe in words how good it felt as I began to speed up my ass pumping and combine it with pumping away at my vagina.

I got into a rhythm where I'd go in my vagina and out my ass in sync then back out of my vagina and into my ass faster and faster. I would never, ever have believed it would be possible to pump away at my asshole with that speed and enjoy it. But all that lube in my ass was doing the trick and it was honestly much more sexual pleasure than I had ever known would be possible to feel.

As the bigger dildo landed all the way home with every pump into my pussy my hand would bang against my clit and this made me start to feel the onset of orgasm. I looked at myself and saw the big dildo going into my pussy and the thinner blue one racing in and out of my ass. At that point I felt incredibly sexually free and wanted to come intensely.

Then I realized I hadn't even put the butt plug on my clit. I clamped my legs together to keep the dildo in my pussy and kept using my right hand to pump away at my ass. I managed to get a grip with my slippery fingers on the dial and crank the butt plug up to full. I wanted to jam it against my clit but to get enough access I needed to open my legs and I was worried that the dildo would fall out of my pussy. So I used my right hand to get hold of both dildos and got up on my knees.

I used my left hand to hold the intensely vibrating butt plug on my clit and pumped like mad with the dildos in my ass and pussy. I was humping up and down and I could see my breasts bouncing in the mirror.

Out loud and looking my self in the eye I said, "Oh, yes I love those fucking cocks in my cunt and fucking ass!" It was the pinnacle of the whole day's sense of brazen, wanton sexuality to have these things inside me and the intense vibration on my clit. But saying those words, referring to my vagina as my "cunt" and talking about "cocks" and words like my "fucking ass" brought home the extreme nature of what I was doing.

I threw myself onto my back and with my legs as straight and high and wide open as I could get them I pumped the dildos and held the vibrating butt plug to my clit for an incredibly long and intense orgasm that had me involuntarily shuddering and writhing for what seemed an age.

As the orgasm eventually eased away I looked over to the TV to see a woman being ass fucked in a frenzy. I rolled to my side to get a look at the two dildos still inside me. I had taken the vibrating butt plug away from my clit when I came and I lifted it to me lips and kissed it and with a big smile looked at my self in the mirror and said, "This is going to be a very big month of non stop of masturbation, porn, dildos, vibrators and ass fucking mania."

And it was. Jimmy if you'd like to hear what else I got up to then and since I'd really love to hear from you. I'd really love to know what you thought of my story and especially if I made you horny or even come . I've had to write this over many attempts as I keep getting too excited and have to stop to get something in my ass and masturbate to orgasm. You were right about that too...damn it. No one likes a know-it-all.

Love Ya Jim,

Mary.
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Three's Company
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Three’s Company

"I'll take a double," said Jim as he settled onto the couch.

"On it," Sharon called back as she took the bottle of rum from Janet and pulled it to her lips. She took a wet swig and then topped off three full glasses.

The girls' ground floor apartment was just down the path from the pool. After a good swim, the invitation for a drink sounded just right.

"So, any prospects lately?" Sharon asked as she handed Jim his rum.

"Prospects?"

"Girls. Dates. The ladies... what's been up?"

"Yeah," answered Jim, as the two of them joined him on the couch. "Not so much lately."

The three had become close friends ever since Jim's ex broke up with him. Sharon and Janet had been friends with Abby, but that all fell apart after what she did to Jim. He still had the apartment upstairs. He had thought about moving away from all the memories, but it was nice to have friends so close.

"Now, see, that's just not fair to our ladies. How much longer are you gonna keep this fine piece of tail off the market?" Sharon teased, slapping his shoulder. Jim smiled. He had become an honorary member of their relationship gossip circle, even though he lately didn't have much to share. The two of them were good at keeping up his spirits.

"I've been on some dates...." Jim began to retort.

Janet cut him off.

"Coffee!"

"Hey, coffee's a date!"

"Only if you're drinking it in her kitchen the morning after!" joked Janet.

Jim laughed.

"Come on," he insisted, "that's not..."

Janet cut him off again.

"I'm just kidding. All I'm saying you've got to give someone a chance to get a little closer."

"Got to get our Jimmy Boy some pussy!" cheered Sharon.

All of them laughed.

"Hey, if you've got some friends..." replied Jim with shrug.

"I'll put out my feelers," Sharon said.

"Your pussy feelers?" teased Janet.

Sharon just smirked and wiggled her fingers suggestively. They all kept laughing and sipping their drinks. Their gossip sessions were usually shameless like this.

Sharon shook out her hair. Her shoulder-length brunette locks were still stringy but pretty much dried from the sun. Still in her cute, red and white polka-dot bikini, she turned to sit criss-cross facing Jim.

"And you?" Jim asked.

"Me?" Sharon wondered, raising her eyebrows.

"Any prospects?"

"Ah, it's been okay. Met a cute guy at work last week, and I'm trying to figure out his situation. No ring, no photos on his desk, but I haven't really got him figured out yet. So yeah, no big moves of late."

"Guess I'm not the only one aching a little," said Jim empathetically. "Must be a sucky season for dating."

"Not sucky enough!" Sharon toyed. "I mean seriously, it's been like six months since I've given a blowjob."

Jim looked surprised.

"You mean you haven't had sex with anyone since breaking up with Jay?"

"No, I've hooked up a few times..."

"But," Jim interrupted, rather sarcastically, "you miss giving blowjobs?"

"Sure. Why is that so surprising?"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm a huge fan of blowjobs. It just didn't occur to me that someone would get off on giving them."

"Totally. I mean, it's not like it's going to literally get me off. But it's really hot in its own way. Think about it..."

"Oh, trust me, you've got me thinking about it!"

Sharon and Janet laughed. They usually censored these thoughts from Jim, but it was fun to get a guy's reactions.

"No," Sharon continued, "I mean think about how hot it is when you're going down on a girl. You can take your time, get her all worked up. She's moaning for you. Her body is writhing, and you can feel her getting hot and wet..."

"Shit, Sharon," blurted Janet. "Quit it! I've gotta go to sleep all alone tonight with that idea running through my head! Not cool."

"But aren't I right? Jim?"

She knew all this talk probably got a few ideas running through his head, too. Even though it pushed some boundaries, she was curious to hear them.

"Heh, heh... yeah, okay, I get it. I love foreplay, too. So, why haven't you just asked these guys to mess around a little when you're hooking up?"



"I'm not talking about foreplay. Sure, we mess around. I'll go down on a guy for a little while before we get to business. But I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about a blowjob. I'm talking about sitting a guy down... working him nice and slow... teasing him six different ways until his head is spinning... holding him, squeezing him... pushing him to the point that he has to stop watching just to make it last longer... and then taking him all the way. That's a blowjob."

"Alright, seriously, you've got to quit it!" said Janet. " All this talk about blowjobs is probably giving Jim a stiffy!"

"Stiffy? Hell, that almost made me come in my pants!"

They all laughed, feeling a little ridiculous.

"No kidding. Me, too," Janet admitted jokingly.

She really wasn't kidding. Everyone was getting a little tingly. They were used to being pretty open with each other, but this felt different. They all knew that the conversation was bordering on a tease, and they kind of liked it.

"I'm just getting a little tired of casual dating," Sharon continued. "It would be nice to have a boyfriend. Someone I can get comfortable with."

Janet nodded. She nudged Jim.

"Well Jim, do you have any cute friends who are looking for relationships?"

Jim put his hand to his chin pensively.

"I don't know. That's a tough one. I mean, how many guys are looking for a hot girlfriend who loves to give blowjobs?"

"Shut up!" laughed Sharon, slapping his arm. "Seriously, though. You know it's not that easy. I'm not looking for a relationship that's just about sex."

Jim nodded, admitting he was just teasing.

"And don't you dare go telling your friends about this conversation," Sharon quickly added. "The last thing I need is a bunch of guys trying to get with me because I'm the blowjob girl.'"

"I'm sorry. You know I'm just joking. All I'm trying to say is that you shouldn't be worried about finding somebody."

"Well, that's more like it. You did catch me off guard, though. That's funny."

"What's funny?"

"That you think I'm hot."

"Why is that so funny? You don't think you're hot?"

"Oh, I know I'm hot," she said, smiling smugly. "I just didn't know you looked at me that way. I just thought, after Abby..."

It still stung a little to hear the mention of his ex's name.

"Abby dated me, not blinded me. Both of you are crazy hot. Why wouldn't I notice?"

"I just meant that it seemed like Abby was your type..."

"My type?"

"Blonde... big tits... surely you've noticed a pattern in your past girlfriends?"

"That's not true at all! That's just a coincidence, and a recent one. I actually have a thing for brunettes. And anyway, there are lots of ways to be hot..."

"Very interesting," Janet mused. She took on a teasing tone. "So have you been hot for us this whole time, and we've been putting you in the friend zone?"

"Ugh, I hate that whole 'friend zone' idea. And just because someone says you're hot, doesn't mean they're hot FOR you," he smiled cagily. "I'm sure the whole 'friend zone' thing happens, but it is possible, you know, for straight guys and girls to be friends and still have thoughts about each other...."

"Oh really?" broke in Sharon. "Tell us about these 'thoughts.' And here I thought you were just making observations..."

She had leaned in closer. Jim could tell he was just digging himself a hole. He honestly had sort of ruled out the possibility of getting with Sharon and Janet a long time ago. They had met each other through Abby in the beginning, and after the breakup he needed friends more than hookups. He was pretty sure they had always felt the same way, too. But this felt different. They were flirting. No, it was flirting with more heat. It was starting to feel a little like seduction. They had all slipped into it so easily that he was starting wonder what hidden attractions might have been there all along.

"Well, talking about blowjobs has a way of stirring up the imagination, doesn't it?" Jim retorted.

"Hmm, I am learning a lot," pressed Janet, "So, friends can imagine what it would be like to give each other head? And it's all just... friendly?"

Jim chuckled. The two of them had really talked him into a corner.

Sharon felt her skin getting warm. She hadn't intended to put Jim in this compromising position, but the more they toyed with him, the more it wound her up.

"Sure," Jim answered. "There are all kinds of friends, right?"

Sharon grinned at him. Jim's tone was losing the pretense of innocence. Their awareness of each other now felt more physical -- their closeness, the near-bareness of their bodies. She had moved even closer now, and he was really starting to wonder about her intentions. So was she.

"Apparently," agreed Sharon. "So, tell me, what else can these friends do?"

Sharon rested her hand on his thigh. Her fingertips laid just inside the leg of his shorts. Their eyes locked.

It was obvious to Janet that this wasn't just teasing. Something had changed. They wanted each other. Really intrigued by the whole scene, she hung on for Jim's answer.

"Well, they can get each other really hot when they want to, that's for sure..."

"Ah," Sharon replied. "so now you are hot FOR me, huh?"

Sharon saw Janet smile at the taunt. She could tell that her friend knew her mind almost better than she did and was getting a kick out of it. Sharon's fingers crept another couple inches into Jim's shorts. Their faces drew closer together with each flirtation. Jim just smiled in reply.



"Well... since we're such good friends," Sharon continued, really cranking up the seduction, "maybe you could help me with this little craving I have."

Jim's heart stopped as her fingers tiptoed almost to his crotch. His mind was screaming from her lustful request.

"Well, what are friends for?" he replied, his face finally drawing close enough to hers to touch cheeks.

Sharon's fingers went for it, crawling around what was now a raging erection. She let out a soft whimper into his ear as she slid her fingers along its hardness.

"Looks like maybe I should leave you two alone," said Janet.

Jim sunk back into the couch and turned to catch her eyes. Janet was clearly as aroused as they were and even looked a little disappointed that Sharon had out-flirted her. Maybe she wanted to go, but she hadn't even budged. Jim followed his instincts and rested his hand on her thigh.

"Unless... you want to stay."

Janet stared back at him, her eyes twinkling. They were all being bold, and she didn't want to over-think it. Reaching out, she brushed her fingers through his hair and then pulled his lips to hers.

"Unhh," Jim groaned as he and Janet swapped tongues. Sharon had started massaging him through the thin lining inside his swim trunks.

He had no idea where this was going. He had never done this before, and it made him a little nervous to make moves with both of them. Maybe they would feel jealous or jilted that he did not have eyes for one of them alone. But somehow the three of them had all gotten into this mess of passion together. It was uncharted territory, but they were all just letting themselves go wherever desire took them.

Sharon was actually a little relieved to see that Jim wasn't overly attached to her. She wasn't looking to make a boyfriend out of him. Right now he was hot, and she was horny. He was hard for her, and she was craving a blowjob. It didn't have to be more complicated than that. Sharon pulled up his t-shirt and began planting kisses across his chest and abs.

Janet felt Jim's body swell, and it turned her on even more. She grabbed his hair tightly and forced her tongue deeper into his kiss. His hand squeezed the flesh of her thigh and slid up her skirt to find her hips.

"Mmmm," Janet sung in a high-pitched hum.

She peeked at Sharon from the corner of her eye, wary of how her friend was going to react. Sharon just smiled and kissed lower down Jim's belly.

Jim felt his throat close up when Sharon's fingers tucked into the waist of his trunks. Her kisses kept descending until he felt her pull out the waistband to find the throbbing tip of his cock. Her next kiss landed near enough that his eager erection grazed against her soft cheek.

She had his full attention now. Janet's, too. She tilted her face flirtily at them both, letting her warm, moist breath hang over his swollen head. It was a delicious tease. But they all wanted more.

Sharon slipped off the couch onto her knees. Taking Jim's hips from both sides, she swiftly tugged off his shorts. She eyed his hard-on, feeling almost giddy about how aroused she had managed to make her friend.

"You know I'm dying to do this, don't you?" she asked him, and seemingly Janet, too.

Jim gulped. This was really happening.

"Not nearly as much as I am right now," he said.

"Good."

Sharon reached up and scraped her fingers down the front of Jim's body until reaching the base of his cock. Lightly pinching it into an upright pose, she made it ready for her mouth. Her wet lips closed around his head. Jim surged with instant pleasure. He could feel her hot, velvety tongue smushing against his hardened flesh.

"Ho wow," Jim yowled.

Sharon looked up at him with a wicked smile in her eyes. Janet clung to his arm. Her own excitement was palpable. Neither of them could have imagined in their wildest dreams that they'd be watching Sharon do this.

Sinking down further, Sharon felt her heart racing. Jim was so hard. She hugged him with her mouth and slowly pulled up his pole. When her mouth popped off, Jim's cock shimmered in the late afternoon sunlight. She took a moment to get to know it, pawing it it playfully with her fingertips.

Janet watched her with the same intense curiosity as she kissed Jim's neck. Sharon scraped her fingers down Jim's thighs and back again to his balls. Pulling his erection back to attention, she wrapped her mouth around it and let loose with urgent plunges.

Janet moaned with Jim.

Sharon peeked at her and realized that her friend wasn't just horny from watching. Jim's hand was inside her skirt, caressing beneath her rear. Looking to return the favor, Janet took a page out of her friend's playbook and softly raked her fingers across Jim's belly while Sharon sucked.

"Urrmmm," growled Jim pleasurably.

"Feels nice?" Janet cooed in his ear.

"Nice? Oh, you have no idea..."

Janet planted another wet kiss on his neck and slowly peeled up his shirt. After tugging it over his head, she found her hands falling right back to his chest and his hands returning straight to her backside. This time, Jim reached both hands up under her skirt and nestled his fingers into her tight bikini bottoms.

The two of them indulged themselves for a few moments, groping each other's bodies as Jim savored Sharon's fantastic head. The feel of Janet's soft, supple curves had Jim welling up with desire, and he could no longer hold back. He curled his fingers into the back of her waistband, bunched it tightly in his hands and pulled the suit down to her thighs.

"Nnhh, yeah," Janet whimpered needfully.

Jim guided her onto her back so that her shoulders rested on the arm of the couch. He pulled the bottoms all the way down her legs and tossed them aside. Janet's knees opened to him. Jim kissed her right knee softly and began to work his way up her inner thigh.

Sharon paused to let Jim focus on Janet. The sight of her friend's chest heaving with uneven breaths was turning her on beyond belief. She sweetly stroked Jim's shaft as she watched him kiss his way to Janet's pussy.

Janet's body bucked as his tongue pressed into her sweet, wet folds. He was working her up slowly, attentively, just as Sharon had done for him. It was driving Janet wild.

As Sharon watched Jim getting tongue-deep into her friend, she remained keen on stealing away some of his focus. She lightly scratched her fingertips along the length of his shaft and tickled around his balls.

"Mmh, hmph..."

She heard Jim chuckle a little in delight with his face buried between Janet's thighs. Janet laughed a little, too, between her fevered panting. It was amusing how they could toy with each other's pleasure.

"Just enjoy yourself, Jim," called Sharon to him. "I have a lot more in store for you."

"Damn, you really know how to play with a guy's head, don't you?!" he called back, briefly peeking out from Janet's embrace.

"Sure do," smiled Sharon as she tweaked her fingers around the head of his cock. "That's why this is so much fun."

Jim chuckled again and watched Sharon drop her lips to the bottom of his shaft, licking her way slowly to the top. She swirled her tongue around the head and took the journey back down. Jim's head swooned, falling back against Janet's skin in ecstasy. Sharon kept at him, so he took a long breath, steadied himself firmly on Janet's hips, and dove back in for more of her pussy.

Janet huffed sensuously, running her fingers through Jim's hair while he ate her out. He gave fantastic head. All that talk from earlier about how much he enjoyed pleasuring a woman had really turned her on, and the conversation now echoed in her ears.

None of them had ever done anything like this before. Janet was on fire. She wondered how hot it made Sharon to see Jim getting her off. Jim was clearly in heaven. He was delighting in Janet's body while his own skin was tingling with the sensations of Sharon's tongue. He pictured in his mind every little swirl and swipe that he felt, yet sometimes he couldn't help but peek. When Sharon tugged up his cock so that her tongue could Jimce around his balls, he just had to look.

"Oh ho, damn..." he chortled, craning his neck back to see her.

Sharon's eyes were smiling right back at him, as if she knew this would rope in his attention. The whole picture was just setting his senses ablaze: the light squeeze of her hand around his cock, the flickering of her tongue across his delicate skin... and how gorgeous his friend looked while she did it. The look on Jim's face kept no secret of how much he was loving this, and that just fueled Sharon's fire. She opened her mouth and softly pulled in one of his balls, giving it a tender and glorious suck.

"Erm hrrmm..." he grumbled pleasurably.

"Yeah, suck those balls, girl."

Janet's cheering got a chuckle out of both Sharon and Jim. And it got them both a little hotter. Jim grumbled again as Sharon switched to the other side and suck the nut with even more gusto.

"Oh, wow. That is just too good. Too good..." groaned Jim. He was so turned on that he couldn't bear to leave Janet waiting any longer. Full of excitement, he went wild on her pussy.

Flashes of heat raced through Janet's body as Jim sucked on her clit. She swore he was going to make her come. The strange thought of climaxing in front of her friend distracted her for a moment, but Jim pulled her right back into his spell. His hands clutched to her decadent buttocks, squeezing her and propping her hips to his lips. Janet had to steady herself on the couch as her body trembled with pleasure. When Jim pushed his tongue deeper, she could hardly control herself. Her back arched and her legs fell open, inviting him in.

"Huhh huhh!" Janet panted feverishly.

A smile spread across Jim's face as he kept at her pussy and clit. He reached further up her flexed body and squeezed one of her breasts. Even as friends, her lovely chest had never been beneath his notice, and his heart raced at the chance to fondle her. With both hands now, he adoringly clung to her breasts while he gave her head. Her soft panting quickened, and Jim tugged away the cups of her bikini to feel her bare bosom.

Jim could tell that he was getting Sharon hot, too. It was a delicious circle of pleasure. The amazing blowjob made Jim crave that pussy, and the more Janet sang out her pleasure, the more turned on Sharon got from sucking cock. Jim could feel her intensity. Sharon's tongue eagerly swept up and down, from his head to his balls, and then she continued to alternate between sucking and jerking him off while she watched her friend squirm.
"Huhhh!" Janet cried, now much more urgently.

Jim pushed in deeper and gave her a series of firm, sensual licks. Her hips pushed into him. So he gave it all to her, cranking up the heat and fervor.

"Yessss!" Janet called out, teeth gritted against the spikes of pleasure beginning to sear through her body.

Her hips bucked against Jim's face, and he kept it at, urging her into the climax. Janet grabbed his hair and held it tightly, Jim locked his fingers around her tits. They held each other's bodies as still as possible, only Jim's tongue pressing onward while her body was overwhelmed.

"Eeehhh! Eeehh!" sung Janet, fighting against the mindsplitting pleasure until it finally relented, letting her collapse breathlessly onto the cushions of the couch.

Jim brought her down gently, but she couldn't take any more. She tugged him up by the hair and stared into his eyes.

"Holy fuck!" she exclaimed, utterly beside herself.

Jim had to laugh, and the two girls joined along.

"I had no idea you were capable of that!" Janet added, still bewildered by what just happened. It wasn't that she had never imagined Jim as a sexual person. She had just gone so quickly from thinking of him as a friend to getting the best head she'd had in a really long time.

"Well," said Jim, almost as surprised as she was, "I was getting some really great... inspiration."

Sharon smiled at him. She had taken to softly stroking his cock while the two of them had their moment.

"Mmm," Sharon hummed agreeably. "I'm feeling pretty inspired myself."

Jim grinned as she flirted with him and tugged his toy. In his eyes, Sharon was as hot as ever, and it gave him a lump in his throat to hear her talk about how badly she wanted to make him come.

Sharon grinned back and wrapped her mouth around him again. Jim just sunk back into the couch, in awe of her gorgeous plunges.

Next to him, Janet collected herself and perched up onto her knees. Jim hugged an arm lightly around her waist. It was just so surreal. He must have put his arm around her a hundred times as a casual friend, but now there was so much heat between them, with Janet's tits falling gloriously out of her bikini top and Jim still tasting her pussy on his lips. Janet touched a grateful kiss to his forehead.

Together they watched Sharon give him one hell of a blowjob. Janet had always listened to Sharon wax poetic about she loved to give head, but seeing her do it was unbelievably erotic.

Feeling strangely impatient, Janet pushed up onto her knees and managed to grab Jim's attention as she reached back and unhooked her top. Slinging it off, she let Jim have a good look at her topless body. She smiled at him. There was something a little devious in that smile, Jim thought... as if she were up to something. Was she ever.

He watched Janet slip down to the floor.

"So, how can I help?" she asked, staring right at Jim's cock.

Sharon slowly pulled back and looked at her friend. Conspiring through smiles, they turned their eyes to Jim.



"Oh, oh," Jim whimpered, furrowing his brow in disbelief. "I have got to be dreaming."

"This is going to be way better than a dream," replied Sharon with an almost fanatical excitement in her eyes. She couldn't remember ever feeling this turned on. Showing off in front of her friend was a thrill she had never imagined, but sharing... She felt like she could practically come.

Sharon stroked Jim's throbbing erection. He was already crazy hard from all the head, but Janet's suggestion seemed to have made him impossibly harder. Janet was intrigued. In what seemed like slow motion, Jim watched her hand reach for the tip of his cock and slide straight down.

"Unhhh," Jim groaned. Even just the feel of her hand was new and wonderful. This surprised him. Having never been together with two women before, he found himself struck by the little nuances of a person's touch.

Then, still reeling, he watched as both Sharon and Janet began to massage his cock in unison. The two of them looked almost as entertained by the scene as he was.

"Wa.. wow..." Jim mumbled.

"That's hot," added Sharon as she looked at their hands enmeshed around his cock.

They played with the rhythm a bit until their hands were working happily together. Jim seethed with pleasure. But before he knew it, Janet's other fingers were wrapped around his balls, and Sharon gave her the reins entirely. The soft twisting of Janet's hands, taking him from above and below, was sheer bliss.

Janet's eyes flirted with him while her hands wrung out his pleasure. With each passionate twist and tug, her face drew a little bit closer. Jim wondered if she could feel him swelling up with anticipation. But he didn't have to wait long before seeing her wet lips press around his head.

"Oh, damn..."

The voice was Sharon's. Jim was speechless. His head wanted to fall back in ecstasy, but he fought to keep his eyes on the sight of Janet's beautiful mouth engulfing him. There was fervor and urgency in the way she sucked his cock, as if she'd been holding herself back while Sharon had her go. For Jim, it was just astounding.

What was really killing Jim, aside from the glorious head, was the twinkle in Sharon's eyes as she watched her friend take over. It seemed like she only now was understanding what an erotic show she had been giving to Jim and Janet -- and how much it had turned them both on.

Janet took eager plunges. When she was sure that she had gotten Jim's brain good and addled, she pulled off, leaving his cock propped upright in the midst of the three of them. She smiled excitedly at Jim and caught her breath while giving him a chance to recoup.

But Jim wouldn't get that chance. Before he could even exhale, Sharon pounced, wrapping her mouth around him and picking up right where Janet had left off.

"Ahhmm!" Jim huffed.

The sensations jolted through his body. It was an unbelievable thrill to see his cock go from one mouth to another. He wondered if his friends realized how many of his fantasies they were bringing to life.

Sharon gave him a glorious suck and then popped off, leaving his shiny, wet cock where she found it. Janet eagerly went in for her turn. But this time, Sharon joined her.

"Oh, holy..." Jim began to cry out as their two mouths pressed together around the head of his cock.

Sharon felt Janet's tongue swipe along her lower lip. The warm, slippery sensation gave her a special tickle because she realized that she was actually feeling her friend giving head. Loving the thrill, she tickled back, letting her tongue swish with Janet's all around Jim's shaft.

Jim, of course, was most tickled of all. He watched them swap tongues and felt the pleasure wash over him as Janet went down one side and Sharon up the other.

The two of them, Jim noticed, were all grins. They were getting a kick out of playing together. The fun of getting a guy's rocks off turned out to be even better with company!

"Uh!" Jim yelped gloriously. "You have no idea... so amazing..."

Their mouths were just slipping all around him.

"I hope you know... I've never done this before," said Janet, briefly pulling away.

"You've never sucked a cock?" Sharon teased.

Jim loved the way Sharon said those words.

"Ha!" Janet chuckled. "I've never... shared a cock."

"Me neither," added Sharon. "I had a guy asked me for a threesome once. I said no. Damn, I don't know. Maybe I was missing out because this is crazy hot."

Jim nodded emphatically.

"See, aren't you lucky, Jim, to be hanging out with us when we decide to try new things?"

"Ha, I can't even imagine being luckier than this," he replied, brimming with gratitude.

"Well, let's see about that..."

As she said it, Sharon poised her mouth just beneath of the tip of his hard-on, let her jaw lightly drop open and flickered her tongue up against it. Jim reeled. It was a beautiful sensation. He adored the pride the Sharon took in giving pleasure. This was a side of her he had never imagined.

And then Janet joined her. She addressed her mouth just alongside her friend's and let their two tongues flicker in heavenly synchrony. Seeing the size of Jim's grin, the two were clearly quite pleased with themselves.

Jim didn't even know what to do with himself. He gently stroked his fingers along Janet's hair and then along Sharon's. They could see how enamored he was with the both of them.

Sharon responded by slowly letting her flickering tongue move down the side of Jim's shaft and back up again. Janet, seeing Jim's reaction, followed with the same. Then Sharon went again, this time taking it all the way down to his balls.

"Mmhhfff," Jim hummed, loving the soft, sweet massage.

While Sharon kept it up, Janet seized his shaft and stuffed it back into her mouth. Jim was beyond himself. He let his head fall back and closed his eyes just to savor it all. Each had a hand cupping and stroking him while each of their mouths delivered warm, wonderful bliss.

After a short while, Jim felt a hand sliding up his navel and over his chest. He opened his eyes to find Sharon beginning to gently claw at his body while she admired her friend's luscious head.

Janet's long blonde hair draped over Jim's leg, waving wispily in the afternoon breeze. She was naked except for the tousled skirt. As Sharon looked on, her friend's body almost seemed to be still tingling with pleasure. Janet's topless figure rubbed against Jim's skin, her bosom swaying against his thigh as she bobbed and nuzzled into him. There was something so sensual in the touch of their flesh that was really getting Sharon hot.

Sharon crawled her way onto the couch with Jim. Kneeling next to him, she let her bikini top brush against his cheek. Jim smiled and nuzzled her back. Before he realized what Sharon had done, he felt the loose strings of the bikini fall against his face. She had plucked the knot from behind her neck, and now Jim was watching the cups fall away from her gorgeous breasts.

"Umh!" chuffed Jim. "You are both so gorgeous."

Sharon flicked away her top as Jim's hands moved up her body. Fondling her lovely tits while Janet worked his knob, he marveled at how he had ever managed to keep his mind in a platonic frame around the two of them.

Now that Sharon had stoked his fire a bit, she was eager to take back his poker. Janet could tell just from her look that she was antsy. She gave her an opening. It took no time for Sharon's hand to reach down and claim it.

"I could tell you wanted that cock," cooed Janet.

Gripping it firmly, Sharon's hand glided up and down the spit-polished shaft.

"Well, you were making it look so fun," she smiled.

She took it with both hands and squeezed Jim into a hot frenzy. It was so sensuous to feel her friend's spit working like a lubricant on his hard cock. She wondered if it was making Jim think about her mouth. And that gave her an idea.

"Help me keep it wet?" asked Sharon, tilting the throbbing member toward her friend.

Janet laughed a little but quickly obliged. She moved in and slowly opened her mouth. Her eyes teased Jim as she held it open, careful not to let his cock touch while it entered. Even better, she realized that this was making her salivate. She held it as long as she could and then softly closed her wet mouth around him.

"Hm! Hm hm!" Jim hummed, relishing the delicious feeling.

Slowly, Janet slipped away, letting her tongue paint on a thick, slippery coat along the way. Sharon was wearing a huge grin. Eagerly, she twisted her hands up Jim's shaft to rub in all that sweet warmth.

Jim groaned, realizing that at this point there were simply no words left to describe his enjoyment.

"Yeah, I'd say he seems to like that," Sharon teased.

She kept massaging until the friction got a little tight, and then she offered it back to Janet. Once again, Janet smothered him. This time Sharon worked up her pace. As she loosened her hand, she relished the feeling of Jim's plump head slipping in and out of her grip. Janet wetted it again, and Sharon really took off. Tug after tug, she sped up her rhythm. With a loose hand and a lot of lube, she could really get going. Watching Jim's reactions, she whipped him up at a lightning fast pace.

"Ooo, yeah!" Janet cheered, as if she was watching a horse at the races. The hand Sharon was using was practically a blur.

Jim was an addled mess as he watched Sharon go. Her giddy intensity gripped his attention. He was in awe of her muscles, all taut and flexed as her arm feverishly beat away at him. Her breasts jiggled, and he could feel the rhythm of her body bouncing on the cushions of the couch.

Sharon could tell he was loving it. As she kept it up, she noticed his teeth clench down, bracing against the pleasure. She could see where things were headed. She pictured his top popping like a shaken-up can of silly string. It was tempting, she felt, but it was too soon.

"Deep breath," Sharon urged with a calm smile. Her hand came down to a slow stroke.

Jim chuckled and obeyed, trying to let out some of the tension. He wanted this all to last as long as it possibly could. But knowing that Sharon wanted it, too, only turned him on more!

"I'm having too much fun," Sharon confessed with a wink.

She brought her face down to rest gently on Jim's thigh. Starting with soft kisses, she calmed him with some light, soothing head.

Jim sank back into the couch cushions and just watched her play. Janet crawled up onto the couch next to him and ran her fingers through his hair. It might have been the most relaxed he had ever felt.

And it worked. Jim felt himself pulling back from the brink. The attention from Sharon and Janet was still tantalizing, but he managed to get back to a place where he could simply enjoy it rather than having to fight off the pangs of exhilaration. Meanwhile he stroked Sharon's bare back as she handled him, and he clung to Janet's thigh.

"Alright," said Sharon, seeing he felt renewed, "let's get you to your feet."

Jim smiled, once again uncertain what she had in store. Sharon sat up and grabbed his arm. As Janet grabbed the other, they pulled him upright. He turned to face his two friends, their gleaming topless bodies kneeling in wait.

They took a moment to admire him, too. Jim was stark naked. They had always known he had well-sculpted physique, but seeing it head-to-toe was impressive. The flush hard-on he was sporting only made the rest of his flesh look hotter and sexier.

Sharon leaned in for it. Positioning herself on her hands and knees, she caught the tip in her mouth and sucked it sweetly. Her lips and tongue held onto it as they delivered the pleasure. For Jim, the movement felt so much like a natural extension of his erection that it was almost like a phantom sensation. Sharon continued to blow his mind.

"Thuckkkk..." came the sound from Sharon's lips as she pulled away with a hard suck. She swiped with her tongue, letting his cock bat around and toss against her cheeks. Out of the corner of her eye, she spied Janet.

Janet smirked at the invitation, and she, too, got onto her hands and knees. Sharon continued to nudge the rigid shaft with her tongue. As it swung toward Janet, she joined in with the same freewheeling swipes.

"Ah, hoh hoh..." chuckled Jim, feeling himself caught up in a beautiful game of volleys.

He drew in a slow breath, letting the oxygen rush to his brain as he savored every little sensation. Their two tongues slipped and flickered along his swollen heft. It was beautiful bliss and became more so each time one of them threw him a glance. Sharon held her eyes on him as she stiffened the tip of her tongue and wiggled it under his tip. Reflexively, Jim's cock leapt at the zing of pleasure. Sharon and Janet both snickered at him. He watched as Janet, smile gleaming, tried it for herself. Leap! And more snickers. They took turns playing and teasing him for reactions.

Jim swooned, feeling his knees go weak as the warmth of their tongues twisted with the afternoon breeze around his naked body. He had to step outside himself to keep the pleasure from overwhelming him. Taking in the scene, he smirked at what a hot grouping the three of them made. Had they really spent years ignoring their attraction to one another? But no more. He let their sexiness seize him, overtake him, swallow him up.

With his senses alight, Jim laid his fingertips along Sharon's shoulder and slowly smoothed them down her bare back. The feel of her taut muscles made him tingle.

"Mmm," Sharon hummed, getting a strong tingle of her own. She arched her rear upwards, and Jim could hardly resist.

He smoothed his fingers all the way down her back and into her bikini bottoms. Squeezing Sharon's rump, he could feel the heat of her nethers. He groped one cheek to the other, savoring the feel of her flesh. She had a terrific ass.

Getting encouraging hums from Sharon, Jim nudged further. Her cute, polka-dot bottoms were tied at the sides, so Jim simply plucked each of the strings. With a toss, Sharon felt herself exposed to the summer air.

Again, Jim's fingers savored the smoothness of her bare buttocks, this time slipping down to touch her pussy. Sharon's blood ran hot as his finger encircled her. He took it slow and watched the pleasure show in her face. Eyes closed, Sharon tilted her head to let Jim's cock rest in her cheek. She didn't want to let it go but was finding it difficult to keep her focus.

"Nnmm, yeah," Sharon purred as she felt Jim's finger begin to slip inside her. That the plea was muffled by his cock only made it sound hotter.

Sharon was so wet. Their adventurous little threesome had gotten her so hot, and she was glad Jim could feel it. He had a glorious touch, too. She had been a little envious ever since seeing him with Janet. Not wanting to become self-conscious of her pleasure, she keep her eyes closed, even though she knew Janet was watching the enjoyment evident in her face and body.

Jim was happy that the focus was now on Sharon. He desperately wanted to repay all of pleasure she had given him. He hoped she could feel the gratitude as his finger eagerly but lovingly fucked her. Her whole body was enraptured. He could feel the appreciation not only from the hug of Sharon's mouth but from the coaxing swirls of Janet's fingers around his balls.

Filled with passion, Jim leaned down to press his lips to her lower back. Grabbing her hips and pushing his finger deep inside, he kissed his way feverishly to her buttocks. He badly wanted to eat her pussy.

"I want to make you come," Jim whispered breathlessly.

He felt Sharon grab his cock tightly, not yet ready to give an answer.

"I want it, too," she said finally.

She slowly turned to face him instead.

"But today what I want is to give you a blowjob."

She could see Jim's excitement tinged with disappointment.

"I want to feel every bit of it," she explained, stroking his swollen shaft longingly . "You know you'll make me lose my senses."

Jim smiled, dying to do just that. Sharon kept tugging at him and slowly pulled herself closer, sitting just at the edge of the couch.

"You can owe me one," she winked. And she pulled his cock back into her mouth.

Jim's eyes rolled back in his head as she twisted him in her wet embrace. The frustration melted away. He imagined Sharon knocking on his door some lonely Saturday night to cash in the favor. It brought a smile to his face.

"Damn, Sharon," said Janet, pulling up next to her on the edge of the couch, "if you make this any hotter, I'm going to owe you one."

Sharon paused and smirked at her friend out of the side of her mouth. She knew there was truth in the comment, since it seriously turned her on to see her friend getting action, too. But she also knew Janet was using it to toy with Jim in his suggestible state. That, Sharon could really appreciate.

Janet smiled at Jim as she watched her friend smother him with voluptuous head. She stroked her fingers through Sharon's hair, tucking a stray lock or two behind her ears. Jim was tantalized by the sight.
Sitting knee to knee with Sharon, Janet could not help but appreciate her sexiness. As much as they had gossiped about sex, she had never thought of her so sensually. It wasn't really attraction, but it sure was hot. Following the feeling, Janet softly petted Sharon's shoulder.

Jim bit his lip. Janet noticed, and she continued to caress her friend's body as she pleased him. The touch, Sharon could tell, was more admiring than desiring. But for Jim it was supremely erotic to see Janet's hands run down Sharon's bare back, her hips, her thighs...

"Jeezss..." Jim whispered under a long, shaky breath.

The girls just smiled back at him, loving the way their mischief messed with him. Again, Janet swept back her friend's hair while marveling at the gorgeous head she was giving. Her mouth seemed to slide like a warm glove around Jim's pole.

Sharon sucked and sucked, steadying her hand at the base and then pulled back with a long, slow...

"Thuuckk..."

"Mmm, I love that," purred Janet adoringly, smoothing her hands over Sharon's hips.

Sharon charged aggressively at Jim's cock again. Suck, suck suck...

"Thuuckk..."

"Ohh, damn..." Jim chuckled. The vibrations of the hard suck sent a tingle right up through his body.

Sharon looked pleased with herself. Again: suck, suck, suck, suck...

"Thuuckk..."

"Ha ha, nice," Janet snickered, amused as she watched Jim's eyes roll back in his head.

"Give it a go?" Sharon asked, tilting Jim's tingling member towards her.

Janet smiled, pulled up closer and took hold of it. Jim swooned as he watched her eager mouth engulf him and energetically suck, suck, suck, suck... Janet took a little time to get him really worked up and then...

"Thuuckk..."

Jim was knocked back on his heels.

"Damn, that's fun," he grinned, recovering his balance.

Janet and Sharon snickered in agreement. Each took another turn wetting him up and popping his head. When it came back to Sharon another time, she just had to squeeze his hardness with her hand, feeling how outrageously swollen he had become.

"That's a fucking HARD cock," she said, with an almost smug smirk.

"Um, yeah!" Jim retorted. "That's some fucking AMAZING head."

Sharon massaged her hands appreciatively up and down his shaft. Pleased with herself, she squared up with him again and began to lovingly pet at him with her tongue.

"Now the real question..." she began to say between velvety licks, "... is just what ... we are going to do ... to get ... you to bust."

"Oh, damn," said Jim, feeling like those words alone could have done it.

Janet's heartbeat also quickened at the proposition. She was eager to be part of that game.

"Mmm, what indeed..." added Janet, leaning in right next to Sharon and adding her own licks to the mix.

With determination in her eyes, Sharon grabbed him at the hilt, wrapping the rest of her fingers around his balls. She put her mouth low on his shaft and lapped him hungrily with her tongue. Janet took him from the top. Her mouth bobbed loosely, letting his cock stir about her lips and the velvety flicks of her tongue.

"Oh fuck," Jim howled, his whole body feeling like a rope being pulled from both ends. "You are not kidding around!"

The girls hummed along unrelentingly. Sharon slowly slurped up his shaft until her mouth touched Janet's, who then melted her way down low. Above, Sharon engulfed him with corkscrew twists that were every bit as devastating to his cool.

Jim tried to steady himself by placing a hand at the back of Sharon's bare neck, but feeling the rhythm of her bobbing head only made him swoon harder. He was losing control of his senses. The blood drained from his face, sending a tingle down his whole body. He had little choice but to bask in the sight of their splendid bodies and allow himself to be swallowed up in their pleasures.

"Mrrm, yeah," Jim growled as Janet came back up to meet Sharon's twisting tongue. The two of them played together around the tip until Sharon finally slid down to let her friend smother him once again.

Janet stroked her hands along his taut belly as she sucked. It heaved with deep, foreboding breaths that made her mouth water with anticipation.

"Unnh," she moaned in encouragement, her mouth still feverishly bobbing. His belly heaved harder.

Sharon brought her mouth up to join her. Without hesitation, Janet let her friend take over. It was her moment to finish what she had started. And Sharon seized the moment joyously.

"Oh, yes!" Jim cried out, audibly losing control of his voice as Sharon started jacking him off while twisting her hot mouth around him.

Jim noticed Janet grinning at him as she witnessed what was on the verge of happening. She smoothed her hands over Sharon's bare back and reached beneath to fondle her breasts. That was it for Jim.

"Yes! Mmmm..." he hummed, trying desperately to fight it back for a few more seconds of bliss.

But Janet had other plans, her mouth joining Sharon's. The two of them sucked him off in synchrony. Jim reeled back and huffed out...

"Oh, yes... oh god..!!"

A sharp breath pulled in against his last cry as the climax rushed through his body. Erupting into their mouths, he felt Sharon eagerly jerking out the long-awaited surge of come. He watched her, his vision bending with the force of the pleasure. Her tongue rolled around the first burst, then let Janet's tongue edge in on the next, warm pulse.

"Nnnhh, yehh...!" Jim groaned, utterly in the throes of the most mind-shattering orgasm he could imagine.

The girls smothered and sucked off one hot pulse after another. Janet was woozy with excitement. She was still buzzed from Jim getting her off, and it gratified her to feel his come dripping from her lips. She licked his pole where it oozed down gloriously, letting her friend polish the remaining bursts from his tip.

"Gimme that cum," Sharon breathed between her hot embraces. She mouthed his spasming cock as if she were making out with it, sweetly but urgently. Each unyielding kick gave her greater satisfaction.

"Ah.. ah... ha..." Jim panted as the last pangs were wrenched from him, like a spirit yanked from the body of the possessed. He steadied himself on his heels and looked adoringly at his friends, drained of strength but filled with admiration.

His look said it all. Sharon grinned smugly as she, along with Janet, soothed him with soft strokes and licks. Jim ran his fingers lovingly through their hair.

"So, I'm curious, Jim..." Sharon began amid her soft petting.

Jim raised his eyebrows in wonder.

"How do you like being in the friend zone, now?"

Jim laughed deliriously. And so did Janet, grinning and squeezing his still-swollen cock along with her friend.

"Do I ever have to leave?" Jim teased back.

"Hmm," Sharon hummed with a mysterious smile. That was the question, of course, that hung in the air: how had this changed things between the three of them? For now they left the question alone, simply enjoying the connection they felt in each other's adoring caresses.

=== EPILOGUE ===

Jim, Sharon and Janet spent the next half-hour collapsed on the couch in each other's arms. Feeling so comfortable with each other's bodies was new to them, and they let their hands indulge their curiosity across their naked flesh.

"Are you getting hungry?" Sharon asked after a while. It was getting on in the evening by now.

"How about I order us some pizza?" asked Jim. The girls agreed. They all wanted to stay together.

"Alright, I'm going to throw on some dry clothes," said Sharon. She kissed Jim before she left to change. It didn't have to mean anything. It just felt right.

When Jim came back from changing upstairs in his apartment, the girls were just relaxing on the couch with some drinks. The pizza came, and it felt like so many other nights when they had hung out as friends -- except for the tingle they felt when they caught each other's eyes.

Jim went home later that night to his apartment feeling a little bit like he was walking around in a dream. He sank into a chair, closing his eyes and thinking back on all of the details of what had happened. He hoped they could hold onto their friendship. Even if nothing happened between them again, this one adventure had made him feel closer and more connected to both of them.

Still, he was left wondering if some night, not too far in the future, Sharon would come looking for him to return the favor. He was hungry for the chance.

It was late, but he didn't want to go to sleep. He didn't want to the day to end. The warm summer breeze drifted through his apartment window. And then, there was a knock at his door.
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A Little Inspiration
Posted:May 16, 2018 8:46 am
Last Updated:May 29, 2018 8:25 am
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This man had been driving me absolutely insane for weeks now. We met through the internet, on Adult XXX Date actually, exchanged Emails, salacious, erotic, heart-pounding, legs fainting Emails. I started out reading them at my desk, rolling my clit over my vibrator as I trapped it between my throbbing pussy and the chair, cumming wildly, uncontrollably, gasping. Almost falling out of my chair as I dreamed about him. Touching me.



I thought I'd die from the intensity of my orgasms.

But I needed more. I wanted to hear his voice. I already knew I'd be safe with him. I was absolutely sure of it. Secure in his arms, even if he was only holding me over the phone. So I took a deep breath and sent him my home number.

He called. I immediately felt comfortable with him. Comfortable and aroused. Very very aroused. We talked about sex, but not slobbering "fuck me now, baby" sex, it was more, well, I don't even know what word to use, in a strange way it was even more intense. We became casual friends almost instantly. Tossing sexy Emails back and forth like ping pong balls. Flirting with each other mercilessly. He'd call up out of the blue and ask me to help him with a story he was writing. He'd describe various sexual positions to me. Ask me how I thought each one would feel with him. I'd close my eyes, trying to help him, trying furiously to imagine what each one felt like. Exactly what it felt like.

That's the problem.

I could!

Way too easily. Way way too easily. For instance, just yesterday I had the day off and we were chatting. Laughing. Trying to figure out what would feel better for a woman, laying on top of a guy with my back against his stomach and just pressing my pussy down against the shaft of his erection or actually having him inside of me. Barely inside me while he was massaging my clit with his fingers from beneath me. We were discussing this because of a wildly erotic story he was writing about a woman who wanders into a forest and gets poison oak all over her hands and then can't use them and gets rescued by this guy. Well, anyway, a whole lot of really sensual stuff happens between them, for instance, he gives her a shower since she can't use her own hands and eventually tucks her into bed.

Alone. She can't get to sleep because she's aroused so she decides she wants to masturbate and, of course, without any hands she can't do it so he crawls under her, laying on his back while she's laying on him with her back against his chest. Then he reaches around her and starts to, ohmygod, this is getting me hot just thinking about it, and anyway he's going to use his hands as her hands. You get the picture. Wow. I've gotta go open a window. Suddenly it's warm in here. So, okay, he calls me up to discuss the position the man and the woman are in and what might develop and as I kept talking to him about this, trying to stay clinical (after all I'm a nurse) I could feel the heat building up on the back of my neck. And I was getting really really wet. He didn't know it but I'd been using my vibrator as a reality crutch while we were talking. Holding it against my pussy, outside my panties, trying to simulate the touch, the precise angle of his hard swollen cock against me in each different position that we were talking about. The vibrator wasn't even turned on but the conversation was getting me so aroused that, after about thirty minutes, when I suddenly realized it was going to end, I just blurted out something to him about how excited I was. I don't even remember what I said I was so breathless. I just knew I didn't want him to hang up.

Well, it worked.

I could feel him smiling at me through the phone. I think he already knew I was aroused. But he had an incredible way of making me feel comfortable sexually. It didn't even seem odd to me that he was suddenly telling me to take off my panties and lay down on the bed on my back with my legs spread. I knew what he was going to do and he knew what he was going to do. He was going to spend some more time talking to me and arouse and excite me so much that I'd have an overwhelmingly intense orgasm. It was just that simple.

And I knew it would happen, too, because the first time we had phone sex he got me so aroused that I actually had two orgasms. But I'll tell you about that some other time. Especially since multiple orgasms are rare for me, even with real flesh and blood lovers.

Anyway, for the next twenty minutes he talked. A low, deep, sensual voice. Telling me what he was doing to me and what he was going to do to me, reminding me that I was the heroine in his story and that he really was touching me when he was writing it. Telling me how aroused he was getting just thinking about me touching myself and listening to my soft, low moans. Which, of course, just got me thinking about getting him more aroused and thinking about that got me more aroused and, well, you can see where that's going. Anyway, he was talking to me in this soothing, quiet but intensely masculine voice. He was telling me what to do with my fingers, what to do with my vibrator as I touched myself. Slowly, erotically. Exactly how hard to touch myself, exactly where. I just closed my eyes and suddenly he was there with me in the room and I was laying on top of him, on my back, with his cock between my legs, thrusting my pelvis up and down gently. I could actually feel my clit rubbing against that hard little ridge on the top of his erection.

Suddenly I was doing everything to myself that we'd just been talking about a few minutes before. One minute passed, two minutes, five minutes, ten minutes. By then I was moaning almost continually. And, by the time my vibrator was inside me, by the time he was inside me, I'd lost control. I could feel it coming. Like a freight train thundering down the tracks toward me. The muscles in my legs and stomach were contracting and relaxing spasmodically and I couldn't breathe. All I could do was gasp and moan. And beg. Beg my body to cooperate.

It did.

My orgasm hit like a tidal wave. Surrounding me, washing over me, consuming me. It was so intense, so overwhelming that I couldn't talk. But he already knew that. He was in control of my body anyway, so why wouldn't he know that.

Five minutes later I finally managed to whisper, "oh, that felt so good, so good...goodnight, Jim".

Then I hung up the phone.

But not until he had convinced me that I was laying on top of him, his erection deep inside me, while he dragged the tips of his fingers over my back, my shoulders, my thighs, telling me how beautiful I was, how sensual, how arousing.

Literally touching me to sleep with his voice.

That was Thursday. And now it was Friday. Friday morning, in fact.. Only a day later. Less than a day later. My clit was still tingling from yesterday and I already wanted to feel him inside me so badly again that I broke down and sent him a quick Email from one of the computers at the hospital. Casually asking him if he thought it might be fun to tell me a bedtime story tonight. Not really expecting a reply. Hoping he didn't think I was needy. Or a pest. After all, I knew he was busy.

I almost collapsed when I got his short Email back telling me he would call me around 10:30pm at home. But there were a few caveats. He would only call after I had taken a long hot bath, jumped into bed completely naked and, get this, actually promised I wouldn't touch myself or masturbate until he was on the phone with me.

From right now until then.

He already knew how limited my self-control was or at least how much thinking about him turned me on. From a practical standpoint, that meant it was going to be a long, long day at the hospital. But, since I was so aroused that I wasn't paying any attention to anything I did anyway, it was over quickly. Much faster than I thought it would be. After the guys from the Coronor's Office had done their thing, the malpractice lawyers and insurance adjusters could deal with everything else I'd screwed up tomorrow.

I just wanted to get home as fast as I could.

"Hmmm, that feels wonderful," I gasped as I lowered myself down into the hot bath, spread my legs apart slowly and almost absent-mindedly started to move my hand down between my legs to caress my pussy.

"Oh, damn...I forgot. He doesn't want me touching myself," I grunted as the palm of my hand slid over my pubic hair. Perched and ready to dive into my warm, sensitive pussy. "C'mon, Lynn, you can do it...only another hour to wait and you've made it this far. But I can't believe how sensual this is. Waiting. Teasing myself. Refusing to give in. It's so arousing that I feel like I could just lay here in this warm water, squeeze my legs together and instantly have an orgasm."

That's when I noticed it. The shower massager with the long hose hanging above me.

"Hmmm, well, let's see, technically I wouldn't be touching myself, oh, God, it would feel so good," I whispered as I reached up and grabbed the head of it, turned on the water and directed the warm pulsating spray at my stomach. "Just close your eyes, lean back and overwhelm yourself, Lynn. Water, warm water slamming into your clit, burst after burst, imagine how good it would feel, thumping, crashing, caressing, vibrating against you. Hmmm, I feel like I'm gonna cum just thinking about it. Okay, here goes..."

I started to slide the pulsating stream of water down across my belly-button, scrunched down in the bathtub a little more to raise my hips a little further up and spread my legs as far apart as I could. Completely exposing my pussy and clit to the lover moving closer, so tantilizingly closer towards them.

Then I stopped and gasped, "ohhhhhhhhh, I can't!!! Damn him, damn him anyway, he's ruining my sex life and he's not even here. That's it, I'm getting out of the tub, what time is it now, shit, still almost a half hour. I'll go nuts. Absolutely stark raving nuts. And when he finally does call I'll start cumming the second I hear his voice. I can see it now. 'hi, Lynn' 'hi, Jim, oh God, I'm cummmminggg'. Click."

After I dragged myself out of the tub I spent five minutes drying off. Shoulders, arms, legs, breasts. Forget about my pussy. Save that job for Sisyphus. The way I was feeling right now I could have used up all the towels in my house trying to dry it off and I'd still be wet.

"I wonder why he gets me so aroused?" I thought to myself. "I've tried phone sex with other guys. Sure, it's exciting and I cum, but, somehow it's not the same. This guy's gotten inside of me. In more ways than one. Maybe I'll just fly out to Seattle and surprise him. Hah, wouldn't that be hilarious. Oh, hi, I'm Lynn, you must be Jim and apparently you're a fat, barely literate, sixty-seven year old migrant worker with a wife, six kids and a wart on your butt the size of Texas. On top of that, you're impotent. No, bad idea, Lynn. Play it safe. Just close your eyes and imagine him as the Bad Day Fairy, a few years younger than you, just a few years, not much, tall, handsome, athletic, built like a racehorse and incredibly sensual. With a tongue that could tie knots in a chain link fence. Now what time is it?

"Good, only ten or eleven more minutes until the phone rings. Okay, let's see, vibrator, check, blindfold, check, I don't know why he wanted me to put on a blindfold but, hell, I'll put on a straight jacket and rubber galoshes if he wants me to. Now what did he say, hop onto the bed, put on the blindfold, oops, turn off all the lights, wow, pitch black, and lay on my back. Take deep breaths, slow deep breaths, drag the tips of my fingers over my face, my breasts, don't touch my nipples, hmmm, this feels good, these are his fingers touching me, across my stomach, my hips, ohhhh, c'mon, resist, resist, Lynn, don't touch your pussy, but it's so close and I know it's so wet, waiting for me...ummm, this is torture, keep running my fingers across the inside of my thighs, ohmygod, if I spread my legs any further apart I'll break my hips...lightly, touching yourself lightly, ring, dammit, ring. Ring!!! Riiiiing!!!"

Finally.

I picked up the phone before the first ring was even over.

"Oh, God, I'm so glad you called, Jim. I'm been going insane with desire all day. I'm laying here completely naked on my back, touching myself with the tips of my fingers, everywhere, well, not everywhere, not down there and not up here or here. Those are the only three places, just like you said. I've been good. Honestly. Really. I've spent the whole day thinking about masturbating and trying not to masturbate, fighting, fighting and now I just want you to talk to me and make me cum. Make me cum so hard that my head will split open and fire will shoot straight out of my pussy."

I heard a gulp. And a couple of long swallows. And then a weak male voice at the other end of the phone stutters out, "well, gee, lady, that, ummm, that sure sounds like fun but I'm Eddie, not Jim, and I'm just calling you to tell you about our rug cleaning service, we're in your area and..."

Click.

"ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod..."

The phone rings again.

"Hello, ah-hem, this is Lynn, how can I help you."

"Well, that was formal. Hmmm, somehow I thought you'd be more aroused than that."

"Hi, Jim. You won't believe what just happened. I'm laying here all hot and bothered waiting for you to call and so the phone rings and I pick it up and just start jabbering about how aroused I am and how I've been trying not to masturbate all day, not even touching myself down there and it's been pretty hard, really hard, once about two o'clock I went to the bathroom and, well, it took almost a whole roll of toilet paper, one sheet at a time, oh, forget it, look, you managed to get me so hot and bothered with this little exercise in self-control of yours that I'm almost insane. I know I shouldn't say this but I sure wish you were here right now. Somehow touching myself just doesn't seem like it's going to be enough tonight."

"Let's try a little experiment and see, Lynn. I assume the lights are out, you're blindfolded, soft music in the background..."

"I'm naked and blindfolded and, oooops, wait a minute, forgot the music..." I said as I flipped over on my side and quickly flicked on the radio. "There. Soft music. Yes, the room's completely dark, Jim. But I know where my clit is...now how will you find it?"

"I'll just rub my hands and fingers all over your body until I bump into something that makes you groan, Lynn."

Gulp.

God, this guy was hot. And incredibly quick on his feet. His Emails were like that, too. Dripping with sensuality, wit, a dry sexual humor that always made me wet. Very very wet. I felt a rush of adrenalin stream through me as I suddenly started to imagine him rubbing his fingers all over my body. And then suddenly finding the center of my sexual being and making me groan.

"Speaking of that, let's start with something simple. You've been a good girl all day so now I want to reward you. Take the tip of your finger and rub it directly over the top of your clit as hard and fast as you can until you cum. Really really fast and really really hard."

The explosion in my brain almost blew out my eardrums when what he said sunk in.

"You're kidding!" I gasped, as I watched my disembodied finger flying straight towards my clit in the dark.

"Yes. I am. Stop! Don't touch yourself, Lynn. Did I say that in time?"

Like a missile whose course had been altered in mid-flight, my finger slammed into the side of my right thigh instead of my pussy and I gulped and muttered, "barely, just barely, but I'm thinking about lieing to you now. I'm thinking about just touching myself anyway and telling you I'm not and then, when I have an orgasm, which will be in about seventeen or eighteen seconds, I'll just tell you it was spontaneous and I couldn't help it. You know, without any stimulation at all. Other than your voice."

"Has that ever happened to you before?"

"No, but I'm sure it will eventually if I keep talking to you and don't drop over dead from a heart attack first."

"Alright, time to get serious...lay the phone by your ear and take both your hands and brush your fingers softly over your body. Just your fingernails, slowly, calmly, touching yourself everywhere, very lightly. Those are my fingers, Lynn, my fingers caressing you. Teasing you. Stimulating you. Your skin is so soft. So sensitive. Brush the tips of your fingers lightly over yourself.

Here it comes. I knew it. But I couldn't believe how fast it was happening this time. I was like putty in his hands. Except his hands were two thousand miles away. When that warm, soft wrapped-in-a-blanket-of-his-caresses feeling started creeping over me the way it was now I knew I was toast. He owned me. And he'd own me all night. Instead of fighting it, trying to maintain my own identity I just instantly gave in. His voice became my brain, telling me what to do next.

"Hmmm, that feels good, Jim. Your touch is so gentle, so exciting, I can feel your fingers flying over my body, arousing me, making my clit tingle with anticipation, that...feels...so...good."

"Just keep touching yourself delicately, Lynn, barely making contact with your skin, close your eyes, take long deep breaths, try to sleep, your eyes feel heavy, keep touching yourself, Lynn, your legs, the inside of your thighs, the soft skin on your stomach, your breasts, your shoulders, now lay both your hands up above your head. Just rest the phone against your ear. Relax, listen to the music, try to imagine my fingers against your body..."

Even though I was wearing a blindfold I still had my eyes closed tight as I dropped both my arms above my head onto the pillows and whispered, "hmmm, that feels so real, Jim, I can actually feel the tips of your fingers against the inside of my thighs, sliding over them, brushing against the outer lips of my pussy, teasing me, across my stomach and then back down to my pussy, hmmmm, it feels so real, so real, how are you doing this, my imagination must be going crazy, oh, I don't care, just don't stop, keep touching me, Jim, keep touching me...tell me where you're going to touch me next..."

"I'm going to drag the tips of my fingers over your stomach again and then up to your breasts, Lynn, caressing your nipples softly, massaging them, making them tingle, stretch your arms out even further above your head, arch your back and push your nipples up into my fingers, they're so hard, so erect, they feel like they're on fire, Lynn..."

"Oh, they do, Jim, they really do," I gasped as I started to caress the palm of my right hand with the first finger of my left hand, teasing myself and stretching my body out under his touch. A touch that was so real I could actually feel it. "I've always loved having you massage my nipples...you're so good at this...so, so good..."

His touch was so relaxing that I was starting to fall asleep. My mouth was getting dry and then suddenly I felt his lips against mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth very softly.

"Uhhhh, I canf ffullee yuf kfissinggf me, fuck me Jimmmmmy..."

I had no idea why I was mumbling. It was almost as if I actually was being kissed. None of my words made sense, they were all blurry. Probably because I could feel his tongue intertwined with mine.

"Wow, this guy's a great kisser for somebody who's on the phone," I thought to myself as I wrapped my tongue around his tongue, sliding back and forth against it. "But I wonder why he's stopped talking to me. It's almost like he can't talk because he's kissing me. How real. How incredibly real. How clever of him. He thinks of everything. I can't imagine what it would be like to actually have him here, right now, to feel him making love to me, slamming his completely erect cock into my pussy. Over and over. Harder and harder. Okay, just slow down, Lynn, you'll get ahead of yourself. Relax, let him tell you what to do next, it's always worked in the past."

I could feel my clit throbbing between my legs. My pussy felt like it was going to explode there was so much blood rushing through it as he suddenly stopped kissing me and whispered, "spread your legs a little further apart, Lynn, and bring them up until your knees are near your shoulders..."

I loved this position. He'd convinced me to get into it during one of our first conversations. It was so erotic. Like we were actually going to make love. It was so easy to imagine his erection slipping into me while I was laying there like this, so completely exposed.

"Now take both your hands and hold your legs up, put your hands behind your thighs, can you feel the swollen, moist lips of your pussy opening up slowly, gently, waiting for me, wanting me, can you feel the air in the room from your open window brushing gently over your body..."

"I can, Jim, I can...this is incredible..." I gasped, as I rocked my legs slowly back and forth, stretching them, waiting for his touch. I didn't remember telling him that the window was open but then I don't remember half the things I tell him because I'm usually so aroused. I only knew that I wanted to feel him deep deep inside me. Or at least I wanted to feel my vibrator humming deep inside me. Pretending it was him.



"Now I'm going to turn your vibrator on and slide it inside you, Lynn, very slowly, squeeze down around it with the muscles in your pussy...are you ready?"

I knew what he meant. I knew he meant that I was going to slide my vibrator inside my pussy but I really didn't care who was going to slide it inside me anymore. Laying here like this, so exposed, so vulnerable was so immeasurably erotic that I was starting to actually hear a buzzing sound. A familiar buzzing sound. Down between my legs. I figured I was dreaming. And I couldn't believe how clear our phone connection still was. I could hear his voice perfectly. But I knew I had to keep thinking about how he would feel inside me. Telling him, encouraging him to keep touching me.

"Ohhhhh, yes, Jim, I can feel it, humming, buzzing, sliding inside me, unnn, it feels so good, how are you doing that, I'm holding my legs up with both hands, at least I think I am, I'm not sure anymore, maybe one of my hands is on the vibrator and...oh, I don't care, it feels wonderful, wonderful, make me cum, Jim, please make me cum...keep talking to me...don't hang up..."

I could feel the vibrator rocking back and forth, sliding almost out of my pussy and then back slowly in again. Completely inside me. I couldn't breathe, my head was spinning, thrashing back and forth, my toes were curling. And then suddenly I felt his tongue on my clit. Caressing me, manipulating me, owning me, devouring me, back and forth, back and forth, across the slick, wet, wildly sensitive and erect center of my sexual universe.

I started to grunt and pulled back on my thighs as hard as I could with my hands, lost in a blizzard of sexual excitement. Some stupid female voice near my right ear was telling me that if I wanted to make a phone call I should hang up and try again at the same time I heard his voice telling me, coaxing me, begging me to cum. I was determined to ignore the woman even when she started to make this loud high pitched noise, a truly obnoxious tone, beeping at me while my body was screaming at me. Screaming at me while he was begging me, pleading with me to cum.

"Oh, God, Jim, I'm cumming...I can feel it...I'm cumming, unnnn, it feels so good, talk to me, Jim, talk to me with your hands, your mouth, cover my body with your touch...unnnnnnnnnnnnn...nnnnnn...don't hang up...don't hang up..."

"Keep tightening the muscles in your stomach, Lynn, rock back and forth, let it overwhelm you, control you, devour you, I can feel your body trembling, I can hear your groans, the sweet exotic music you make when you orgasm, keep pushing, Lynn, make it last as long as you can, make it last as long as you can. There it is. There it is. Doesn't it feel wonderful, small shivers, loud crashes of lightening screaming up and down your legs. Cum for me, Lynn. Cum for me. Let it consume you, overwhelm you, tell me how good it feels..."

My orgasm owned me. I was making all these strange sexual sounds, a mixture of screams, groans and quiet helpless cries as I gasped and tightened up all the muscles in my body. Fire was shooting down the back of my legs while a cold, numbing wind was rushing over my nipples. All the muscles in my body were exploding, quivering, shuttering, wrapping me tight inside a blanket of unrelenting spasms and overwhelming pleasure.

Three minutes later it was over.

I was suddenly tired. Dead tired. I needed to sleep.

"I'm going to hang up now and just climb in bed with you, Lynn. I'm going to lay down on my back. When you're ready just roll over. I'm going to hold you, wrap my arms around you, caress your back gently, intertwine my fingers with yours. Telling you how beautiful you are with my touch. My hands. My fingers against your body. Straighten your legs out, Lynn, roll over and put your head on my shoulder and sleep."

I could feel him laying on the bed. It felt so real. I could feel my head on his shoulder as I struggled to slide one leg over his legs, I could even feel his infinitely hard cock, massive, huge, as I began to explore it gently with my fingers. Feeling it throbbing, mapping the route of each seperate blood vessel rushing up and down the pulsating shaft. Rubbing the palm of my hand over the smooth, slick head of it.

"Ummm, I wonder what it would feel like to be actually holding him, touching him, right here in my own bedroom..." I murmured sleepily. This guy was absolutely amazing. I had no idea how he did it.

But it was the best phone sex I'd ever had.

He'd even managed to say goodnight to me and kiss me on the forehead before I fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning I already knew I was going to call him again.
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Titty Fucking & Pizza
Posted:May 11, 2018 10:19 am
Last Updated:May 21, 2018 4:34 am
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There must be something inherently lucky about February 2--leap day.

That's the day I went to get my hair cut by the gal Kayla who's been cutting my hair for over a year. She does an excellent job and has an interesting personality, so I always wait for her. To tell you the truth, I originally selected her because she's good looking.

Anyway, the place was extremely busy, and I had to wait a long time for Kayla. With all the magazines taken, I had nothing to do but gaze at the receptionist, a to-die-for gal who looked to be only 18 or so--a long-legged slender girl with a picture-perfect ass stuffed in skin-tight jeans, luxuriant shiny brown hair to her waist, big, pendulous breasts beneath her thin turtleneck sweater, and a beaming smile on a beautiful young face. Definitely a 10. Her name tag said "LaDonna."

When I first checked in, she paid me no mind--didn't even give me a second look. In fact, why would any give me a second look that day? I looked like crap: Not having showered or shaved, with spatters of oil on my dingy tee-shirt from changing the oil in my car earlier, I was far from my usual well-dressed, well coifed self. And I was old enough to be her dad.

I was the very last customer of the day, and as the crowd thinned, I struck up a conversation with LaDonna. She was reading a magazine, glued to an article in it. I was standing across the counter from her and asked her what it was she seemed so interested in. She said she was reading an article.

"What's it about?"

"Sex."

"What kind of sex?"

"Sex with an older man."

Hmmmm. If there was ever a long shot, LaDonna was it, but this magazine article may have opened up an opportunity, be it a remote . Probably an article written by a horny older dude, like me, I surmised. I asked her to tell me more about the article. "It says a young girl should experience an older man at least once in her life because they are more patient and creative and interested in the woman's pleasure."

"That very well may be true. I don't know about other middle-aged men, but that certainly deribes me."

"Really, now?" she rejoined, with an apparent interest. We went on to another subject, but LaDonna was looking back at me a lot more now, maybe even flirting, as she seemed to be veritably posing--sticking her fine butt out way more than necessary and squeezing her big boobs together with her upper arms. Was it just my imagination that her nipples were more visible now than before?



I pictured myself banging her doggie over that counter, she sucking me while I sat on it, and titty-fucking her while she gazed at me with those big brown eyes. I chuckled to myself when I recalled the advice of a sports psychologist who said you must repeatedly visualize the activity to make it more likely to come to pass.

Finally, Kayla was ready to cut my hair, so I sat in her chair while talking with her and keeping my eyes on LaDonna in the mirror. This did not go unnoticed by Kayla, and she commented that my attention seemed to be riveted on LaDonna.

I asked Kayla about her and what she thought my chances were. Kayla said LaDonna had recently broken up with her boyfriend and that I should "go for it." In a little while, Kayla walked over to LaDonna and said something to her I could not hear. Was she putting in a good word for me or telling her to beware of the dirty old man?

When Kayla finished my hair, the only people left in there were she, LaDonna, and I, and it was closing time. I was trying to craft the right words to make a for LaDonna when the Papa John's Pizza delivery guy knocked at the now-locked front door.

Apparently, some had been pulling the old practical joke of sending a pizza to a place that didn't order it, and the guy was pissed. It was 6 o'clock and I was hungry, so I asked the girls if they wanted to buy it anyway and split it. Kayla said she had dinner plans with her boyfriend, so I asked LaDonna if she'd like to share it with me.

"That's a great idea," she said, I hardly believing my ears. "I'm famished, but we're closed, and we gotta get out of here. I'm driving that white Integra out there, so follow behind me and we'll eat it at my place. OK?"

Well, I didn't have to think about that invitation, so I bird-dogged her in my car, running a couple of "pink" traffic lights to keep up. Was she in a hurry to get naked or was she trying to lose me?

We drive for several miles and she turns into a very upper crust neighborhood and wheels into the driveway of a large, expensive home. Parked under the carport were a big Benz and an Ealade. Obviously, her "place" was also her parent's place, and I was momentarily dejected at the notion of meeting a mom and dad who were quite possibly younger than me. And the Ducks Unlimited sticker on the luxury SUV suggested he owned a Benelli 12 gauge with which her dad might enjoy splattering my brains.

She unlocked the back door as I followed her into the kitchen with the pizza. "My folks are on a cruise, and my sister won't be back until around , so we've got the place all to ourselves," LaDonna said, smiling wide and striking her sexiest pose. I could not have received a go-ahead more clearly if the letters FUCK ME NOW had been inribed on her teeth. I felt like a ton of bricks had been lifted from my shoulders, and, giddy with relief, I just blurted, "Let's eat naked, shall we?"

"Kinda kinky, huh?" she smiled. "And another great idea!" And without a moment's hesitation, she ed off her shoes, pulled the turtleneck off over her head, wriggled out of her jeans, and stood there in sock feet smiling in sheer panties and bra. I literally pinched myself to make sure I was not dreaming.

I followed suit, stripping down to my boxer briefs and socks. "I'd like YOU to take off my undies, and I'D like to take yours off myself," she said. That seemed like a fair deal to me, so I walked over to her to do just that.

She gently rolled my shorts off, and blew her warm breath on my cock and balls as she bent down to remove my socks. Then she stood upright, smiled, and presented herself for underwear removal. I picked her up by her slim waist and sat her on the kitchen counter.

I unfastened her 3-hook bra and slowly pulled it off her shoulders. Soft, pliable, heavy D-cup breasts spilled out. Her dark red nipples, pointing slightly upwards from the half-dollar size areolas, pointed up even harder in the cool kitchen air. Oh my god, these boobs were nice! I squeezed them, circled each nipple once with my tongue, and kissed them hello and, temporarily, good-bye.

"I have very, very sensitive nipples, so thanks for being so gentle. That article was right," LaDonna said. I must find out who that author is and send him a generous donation, I noted to myself.

With great restraint, I left the nipples and moved downward, but I detoured the pubic racing stripe visible through the sheer panties, deciding to leave the best for last, and rolled off her socks, revealing the slimmest, softest arched feet, with extra long toes, I've ever seen and felt. I ran my thumbs firmly up her arch from heel to ball, and softly kissed each toe. Exquisite!

Then I smoothed my palms slowly up her silky soft slender legs up to her panties and blew my hot breath through the material right into her warm crotch in a long exhale. She inhaled suddenly and deeply, and I smelled the wonderful aroma of her pussy, the moisture of which began to print through the thin fabric.

As I hooked my fingers into the panties, she stiff-armed herself up off the counter so that I could easily slip them off her buns and down her legs. Then, she leaned back against the cabinet, pulled her feet up to the edge of the countertop, spread her legs wide, and reached beneath her buns to pull her pussy wide open. Nobody could say LaDonna was shy.

The thin stripe of hair on her mons pointed like an arrow at the glistening exposed clit centered over dark red, engorged pussy lips. Drops of juice dripped down the middle onto the counter. She smoothed her delicate long fingers upward along the inner surface of those pussy lips until they brushed across her love button.

"I just shaved this morning," she said through open lips, her eyelids at a sultry half-mast.

I circled her tiny anus once with my tongue and slowly licked up between her pussy lips before pausing to suck her clit with an intentionally loud slurp. She quivered and pushed her crotch firmly back against my mouth, signaling to do that some more. I continued my oral ministrations, enjoying her beautiful bare twat in its own right, and the extra-juicy libations were a double bonus in that they quenched my considerable thirst. I licked and sucked her pretty young pussy and clit until I counted quivering orgasms, a little , a medium , and a much bigger . That should do it for now.

I disengaged her pussy, picked her up, and planted her standing on the floor facing me. As I closed my eyes to kiss her so-soft facial lips, she plunged a lengthy and agile tongue into my mouth to swirl sensuously in a dance with my own tongue. What a wonderful kisser LaDonna was!

My hard cock ped up right between her legs against her hot and wet pussy lips. In a flash, she wrapped her arms around my neck and legs around my hips and impaled herself to the hilt on my raging erection as she gasped for air, breasts heaving against my chest.

"Let's not rush this now, LaDonna. Let's eat that pizza before it's st cold. We've got plenty of time." "Exactly like the article," she said, opening the box and feeding me a big slice.

In truth, the pie was already cold, but it was undoubtedly the best pizza I ever had. I mean, there I was nude sporting a br in the kitchen with a naked young horny 10 with rigid nipples pointed toward Mars and juice dripping down her thighs from a freshly shaved pussy. Pizza does not get any better than that, folks.

In fact, we really did NOT have much time--about an hour as it was almost and her sister would be returning around --so I arfed a th piece of pizza and washed it down with a Diet Coke we shared.

LaDonna got back on the counter in the same position she was before, only this time she pushed her glorious breasts together between her thighs pressed firmly against her chest, creating deep cleavage, as I ate her pussy and asshole with delight while she moaned and ran her slender fingers through my freshly cut hair.

I would occasionally turn north to suckle her very sensitive nipples while keeping my fingers busy on her twat. So many excellent parts, so little time. She kept using her legs to pull me into her, and so, though I could have eaten her 'til kingdom come, I knew she needed ye old meat in the hole.

So we fucked--first missionary with her ass on the edge of the counter and me standing on my tip toes on the floor, hands on the ankles of her legs bent up and back against the cabinets. LaDonna's pussy was just the right size for me—not too tight and not too loose—but sopping wet and just gorgeous to behold as I watched myself go in and out of her. She did not have a lot to say, but once in a while she'd puncture our heavy breathing with a "good dick," "that's it," or "oh, yes." It's always nice to get favorable feedback.

Then she hopped onto me, like before, in a flying fuck position. I must say, she could do it in this awkward-for-most position better than any other girl I've ever d. She knew just how to center her I'd guess 120-pound w on me and keep our collective balance while coordinating her thrusts with my rocking pelvis, she in control with a perfect mid-speed rew. All the while, she alternately kissed my lips, neck, shoulders, and tongued my ears. When she'd cum—and she did several times—her eyes would nearly close as her lips pursed out and her whole body would shiver like a person reacting to extreme cold. But LaDonna was anything but cold, and this was obviously her favorite position.

Even so, with my hands on her firm butt most of the time, I got ever eager to look at that fine ass, so I steered her over to the other side of the kitchen, turned her round, and bent her forward. She pooched that ass out just as she had at the salon, and I did her doggie. What a marvelous derrière!!! Smooth, supple, and all mule, rippling in little waves with each bang. No passive lover was she, as she rocked backwards in time to my forward thrusts, making a rhythmic and raspy "ugh, ugh, ugh," amplified by the stainless steel sink her head hung over.

Now I'm not into intense pain, either giving or receiving, but if ever there was a spankable ass, it was LaDonna's, and I felt I would be remiss if I did not at least give it a couple smacks to see if she liked it. So as I continued the rhythmic banging, I slapped her right bun with an open hand. "Oh, yeah," was her immediate response, so I smacked her left bun with my other hand. "Just a little harder," she requested as she sped up the fuck pace a little. Smack, smack, smack, smack I ed her buns like bongo drums, turning her buns pink.

I pulled her long, soft brown hair into my hands and combed my fingers through it, smelled its fresh ent, and buried my face in its luxuriant thickness. She should do TV ads for shampoo, I thought, only her boobs might distract from the hair. I twisted it into a loose rope, making a brush with the end, which I used to tickle her anus. "Oh, I like, I like, I like. Keep doing that," she instructed. And so I did, noting the goose bumps that pricked up across her buns and the changing patterns of tiny wrinkles on her brown hole.

Perhaps I would revisit this area a little later, but I felt her neglected breasts needed attention at the moment.

Those beautiful, pendulous breasts were hanging down like big bell clappers, swaying to and fro with our fucking. They looked absolutely great hanging so far down like that, and they seemed to move in almost slow motion. I cupped them lightly from below, and let the hard nipples skid across my palms. "Good," she said, reaching back to tickle my balls as she looked over her shoulder to check my reaction, which was of pure sexual pleasure, so she continued the rotal .

She had exuded so much pussy juice by this point that her whole bottom was wet, or, to be more precise, her bottom hole was wet. Still thrusting methodically in and out of her pussy, I eased the tip of my thumb into that super-tight bottom hole. "Yeah," she said, as it relaxed a little. I carefully rotated it back and forth and slipped it in past the first knuckle. "It's OK. I like that, but go slow." I wiggled my thumb some more and gradually worked it in up over the 2nd knuckle, then quivered it rapidly inside her as I fucked her pussy a bit faster.

LaDonna's fair skin began to flush, then with a long, rising "ooooooOOOOOOOOOOOO" creendo and her whole body vibrating, she thrust back hard, sending my cock and thumb deeper than ever into her respective orifi, and she just clamped down both like a vice. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I cumming. I'm cumming," she must have said forty times. Had she not been able to clamp her pussy so tight around the base of my shaft, I would surely have cum, too, and I was glad I didn't, for I had other "plans de orgasma."

I do dearly love to make a woman cum, and LaDonna had cum quite a few times, this last time being the Mother Of All Orgasms, so I was as happy as could be. I laughed out loud, remembering all the positions I'd fantasized about with her back at the salon, and that sports psychologist's advice—correct as it had turned out—about the efficacy of the visualization technique!

"What's so funny?" LaDonna asked, still breathing hard from the Big O, and looking over her shoulder as she arched her back even more dramatically to look at my dick and thumb still buried in her holes. I answered, "Oh, I was just thinking about..." Fucking me in the ass?" she interrupted. "Listen, I liked my old boyfriend doing that, and that vibe thing you did with your thumb is great, but you've got a monster penis compared to him, so I dunno."

He must have had a pencil dick, for my 7and a half inch-long, 2 & 1/2-inch-thick dick is nowhere near monstrous proportions. "'Monster penis,' eh? Flattery will get you everywhere, LaDonna, but let's not get hung up on buttfucking—today, anyway." "I'm not saying I WON'T do it," she backpedaled. "Relax, girl, we're here to have maximum pleasure."

"Then, will you please let me suck your dick?" she asked. Like I was going to say "no" when she asked so nicely! She pulled up the 3-step ladder stool and sat on the edge while I stood there and fed her my meat. Damn! LaDonna was a black belt when it came to giving head, ing careful attention to my balls by sucking and licking them while stroking my shaft up and down with both hands.

Gradually, she took me ever deeper into her mouth, putting her agile tongue to good use while tickling my balls with the tips of her immaculately manicured fingernails. She would alternate between worshipping my rod with her eyes as it popped out of her mouth while she licked it up and down, and looking straight into mine while she sucked it all the way up and all the way down. I almost came a half dozen times but managed to somehow choke back.

LaDonna's boobs were just made for titty-fucking, and I could not let the opportunity pass. So, while she was still sucking me so expertly, I spotted a bottle of extra virgin olive oil on the counter behind me and retrieved it with my long arms.

Withdrawing my penis from her mouth, I kissed her lips and face and ears and breasts for several minutes before pouring the oil all over those magnificent mammaries and massaging it in good.

"Are you going to make love to my boobs?" "Indeed," I replied, "And, with your kind permission, I would like to cum between them and de-virginize this oil." "Oh, I just love that," she said, laughing and squeezing them tightly around my aching shaft, working them expertly up and down as I gently twiddled her hard, oily nipples between thumb and forefinger.

LaDonna was of those rare girls who can cum from breast stimulation al, and apparently I was doing the trick, as she orgasmed more times. As she came the second time, she squeezed her boobs very tightly together around me, and I let him rip, blasting a rope of cum up onto her lips, chin, and neck. She never even blinked.

On cue, she used her hands to milk the subsequent spurts right onto her breasts, rubbing the underside of my cock against her slippery, rubbery nipples until every drop of my man-goo was expended. To say that was a terrific climax would be the understatement of the century.

She licked the cum off her lips. "Mmm. Tastes great." "Less filling," I joked, borrowing from the Miller Light commercials.

I looked at my watch. Oh, shit, just a couple minutes before . I wiped the olive oil off my still 3/4-hard cock with a paper towel and jumped back into my ruffy change-the-oil-in-my-car clothes and gave her a good-bye kiss, cum still dripping from her chin and all over her neck and boobs and running down her tummy into her crotch.

"I'd really like to do this some more," she said, "but my parents would totally freak if they knew I was seeing an, um, 'man' like you. You know you can find me at the shop, though."
I told her I understood, and gave her another kiss and a friendly, "Glad you read that article." "Me, too!" she said, not exactly rushing me out the door, despite the time. Now, to be hst, most women do not look their best when they are as LaDonna was—just having had the shit fucked out of her, hair matted with olive oil and cum, and naked body drenched in them, especially under floreent kitchen lights—but I drank in long parting look at her, and she was still a solid 10. I gave her a parting kiss, which she turned into a French kiss, before I broke it off with an open-handed smack on her butt and ran to my car. She stood there naked in the threshold of the door and watched me back down the driveway. "I owe you !" she hollered, bending over and pointing a finger at her butthole.

I got headed out by going around the circle drive in front. As I pulled out into the street, there was a Civic just making a right into her drive, and I got a good look at the driver. She was the spitting image of LaDonna, and had to be her sister, apparently her twin sister!

I wondered if she, too, had read that same article. Or maybe another about twins doing a menage a trois. Perhaps I should have stayed a little longer to find out. After all, February 2th had already proven to be an awfully lucky leap day
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Walnut Street: Phone Sex Threesome.
Posted:May 8, 2018 12:43 pm
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It was about 6 months after graduation and I was living in Georgia trying to get ahead in my new job. It was kinda hard as I was now living over 200 miles from my nearest friends and, of course, my boss was a moron who enjoyed making me work 12 hours a day on salary. No time to make new friends and the company has a very strict rule about fraternization between salary and hourly employees. Of course ALL the salaried people were men, go figure.

One night I managed to get off work by 6 pm, grabbed a bite on the way back to my apartment and decided to settle in for the evening. TV was boring, Summer reruns were in full swing and I couldn’t afford cable just yet. Loneliness set in and I’ll admit I missed my good friends back on Walnut Street. The next thing I know I’m on the phone dialing up Mike’s number.

After four rings, I began to fear there was no one home. Then he answered.

“Hey Mike!”

“Jimmy~! Damn good to hear your voice man.” Mike replied loudly. I thought I heard someone in the background but I wasn’t certain.

“I wasn’t doing anything so I ‘d thought I give you a ring and see what’s up.”

I could hear laughter from a female voice as well as the deep throated chuckles from Mike. OK now I wonder just what the hell is going on now…..

Suddenly a low moan escapes Mike’s lips. Then another. What the hell? OH SHIT~! I think I might be interrupting something…..

“Ah.. Mike? Is that Robin I hear in the background?” I asked as I hear some whispers about the situation coming from a female voice.

“Go on.. tell him Mike… He’ll get a kick out of it….” I made out some of what was said and recognized Robin’s southern drawl on the phone.

Another moan from Mike, “OOOOOOoooooooo shit…. Robin’s sucking my cock right now Jimbo.” He said with some tension in his voice, “An I’m about to blow a load man. I hoped the phone…. phone call would…. Uuuuuuuuuhhh … take my uuuuh mind off cummmming……”



I wish I could have seen the expression on my face. I didn’t know what else to do so I just listened to more heavy breathing and the obligatory slurping and popping sound as Robin’s lips puled on Mik’s cock. It wasn’t long before I felt a movement in my pants as my cock came to life with the sounds coming from the phone. I dropped my hand down and released the monster in my pants.

Then, just like that, I heard Mike’s familiar grunt of orgasm followed by a loud “AAAAAAH FUCK ME HARD~!” His trademark shout as he spews his semen (Usually in Robin’s pussy). Damn I miss living there.

“Wow~!” was all I could say into the phone. “Mike? Mike? Are you there buddy?”

"This is Robin. How can I turn you on?"

So began my wildest experience with phone sex. I had been without real sexual contact for some time, and masturbating to porn was getting old. I thought I'd give something different a try.

"Hi, I'm Jim. I've never done this before. Can you help me out."

"Jim, I like your voice. I'm getting wet just listening to you, especially as you are a phone sex virgin. I love to deflower men on the phone. May I deflower you?" (Ok for the record, Robin is WAY into role play so I thought I’d play along).

"You are the voice of experience. Do and say whatever you usually do and say to make me hard and get me off." I said into the phone.

"Well, aren't we blunt. OK, let's start. First, I am sitting in an upholstered chair, naked , my legs draped over the sides, my pussy spread and eager, my nipples erect. As we talk, Mike will be eating my pussy. He owes me one orgasm. I don't play games with this. If our conversation turns me on, I will have a real orgasm, and you will know it. No faking at my end, ever."

"So," she continued, "please tell me exactly what you are wearing, from head to toe."

"I've got on a green button down long sleeve shirt, cargo shorts with belt, boxer briefs underneath, sweat socks, and sneakers."

"OK, first lose the socks and sneakers. I have a foot fetish, and I want to hear about yours."

I removed my socks and shoes. "My feet are smooth and clean, my second toe is longer than my big toe, I am quite ticklish on the soles of my feet, and I love a foot massage more than any other part of my body."

"Except your dick, of course. I'm picturing your feet. They sound yummy. I wish I was there to tickle your soles. And I would lick and nibble your toes, one at a time, as in "this little piggy went to market..." As it is I can only tickle your soul, from a distance. But a girl can dream can't she?"

"Now, stand up and slowly unbuckle your belt, whip it off your shorts, and throw it across the room."

I did as I was told. "Done", I said.

"Good. Are your shorts loose, or do they still fit snugly?"

"Pretty loose. I've lost some weight in the last month from lack of sex"

"HAHA. That's funny. We'll see what we can do about that."

"Now, unbutton your shorts, pull the zipper down slowly and let them drop to the floor. Put the phone by your zipper so I can hear it. Then kick the shorts away. Damn it Mike! Why didn’t you shave? I’m TENDER DOWN THERE!”

Again, I did as I was told smiling at the situation. The zipper was a quiet one, but with the phone held close, I'm sure Robin could hear it. My shorts dropped to the floor, and I kicked them.

"Now, describe your boxer briefs"

"Black. Very flattering pouch in the front, with a slot for easy access. Makes me look sexy. I confess to looking at myself in the mirror with only my Calvin Kleins on, and it creates the illusion that I am one hunky guy."

"That's no illusion, Jim. You are one hunky guy. And to prove it, I want you to reach in and pull your cock out from the slotted front. Do not remove your shorts"

This was getting hot. I was already hard. I removed my cock, and it pointed up at about 45 degrees, very stiff.

"Are you hard?"

"I am rock hard and throbbing."

"Wow. That's what I'd hoped for. Mikes tongue is slipping inside me and his fingers are playing with my ass."

She got quiet for a half minute, and I heard moaning. I couldn't help myself, and I started stroking.

"Hey, I can't hear you, but I know what you are doing. Stop it. Stroking comes later.

I laughed and brought my hands down to my sides. I was throbbing all right, but I understood the excitement of delayed gratification. So I obeyed.

"Now, unbutton your shirt slowly, and drop it to the floor behind you. From this point forward, I will be fingering my clit while Mike licks me inside ever so slowly so that I don't cum too soon"

I unbuttoned and dropped my shirt. I turned to look in the mirror. Just me and my underwear, with my dick sticking out hard and proud.

I can't touch her for real, so I ask her what she's wearing. Snug fitting silk top, bra, cotton pajamas.

"I want you to touch yourself as I would touch you. I want your flesh to feel my hands and fingers and mouth on it, and I want your own hands and fingers and mouth to feel and taste your flesh as I would. Can you do that for me?" I ask her, nervously.

"Yes," - in a whisper. Oh so now Robin is taking the shy girl role huh? OK!

I tell her that I run "my" fingertips lightly over her skin, pulled taut over her quickening pulse. She's incredibly responsive. I hear her breath in shallow tatters at the sensation. Fingertips begin ever widening arcs along Robin's wrists, hands, and lower arms, alternately pulling the silk of her top tighter and looser along her arm's flesh.

"Do you like what I'm doing to you?"

In a whisper, "Yes."

While she pants in my ear, I observe that the silk of her top is an excellent heat conductor - that she must be able to feel both the coolness of the fabric itself, as well as the heat of her body radiating through it with my roving hands. She must also feel the heat of my hands through the silk on her flesh, sense the trails of heat and pressure along her skin.

"Robin," I ask, "you must be able to feel warm air escape out from underneath the hem of your top, out into the cooler air of the room? Can't you feel the sensation of hot air rushing out and cool air rushing in, across your heated flesh, as my hands play with the hem of your shirt, as they start to make their way underneath along the skin of your lower back and stomach?"

"Oh God, yes."

"You must also be able to feel the silk run hot and cold against your body as my hands begin to roam around underneath, making the fabric pull taut against your breasts as I run my fingernails lightly over your shoulder blades..."

"Yeah."

"...and travel further down, tracing light, lazy circles down over your vertebrae, and along your sides, and in wide arcs over your quivering stomach and the fall and rise of your rib cage."

"Oh God Jimmy. I'm so very wet right now."

"Good. That's the way I want you - the way I want to see you. I like making you writhe against your clothing for me, making you acutely aware that mere fabric can insistently, clench and caress you. I like that I'm making a hot, sopping mess of your panties."

"I'm not wearing panties, Jimmy."

Those words, her voice, leap off the receiver and suckle at my twitching brain stem. So far she hasn't said much, but her breathing and mewling have had me in an absolute rapture. Of course, the few words she does grant me, like these, thrill me to the core.

"God Robin. It's so hot to hear you say that, to hear your voice, soaked with need, your breath ragged. I want you to take off your bra, but leave the silk shirt on."

A pause. "I can do that."

I hear the rustling of clothes over the line.

"Good. Now, see how much sensation you've been missing? As before, I'm working my hands underneath the stretched silk, but this time, all those arcs of warm and cool air, all that exquisite silkiness, flow uninterrupted over your stiffening, itchy nipples."

"My nipples have been so hard for so long that they ache. The silk feels sooo good."

"Really? Do my fingers feel good, as they roll both your nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, Robin?"

She whimpers and gasps at me. The loop is feeding back on itself, dangerously. The primal, brain stem want of hers is calling to me, and I can feel my own higher faculties being pushed aside by an urgent desire, and urgent need to possess and penetrate - to be male and invading to her female invitation and yielding. My vision and thoughts narrow down into a tight focus around her, around her need.

"Have you been touching yourself, Robin?"

"Yes."

"No Robin, I mean have you been touching your pussy, twiddling your clit."

"No," she states, almost begging, trembling. Her voice is so full of want that I can taste the salt of her tears. "I've been doing only what you've been doing to me. I need you to fuck me. Please. Please, Jimmy."

"Your cunt is feeling empty isn't it, Robin? Achy."

"Ravenous. It's sooo achy and empty and I'm so wet - soaking."

"But there's so many other sensations, Robin. Isn't it nice to feel the large muscle groups in your thighs, hips, and flanks flex and release? Isn't it nice to feel all those muscles move and flex as your legs scissor up and down, opened - wide and presenting to me - and closed. Isn't it nice to feel your pelvis dance for me, to have your stomach churn your pussy up and down searching for contact, to feel the delicious, clenching emptiness of your pussy?"

Her breath is a staccato rhythm of desperation in my ear. Her voice whimpers and pleads in need, in the primal, empty ache that I thirst for - that I can taste on my tongue and smell in my nostrils. She, no, her pussy, begs me - frenzied - for contact. I can taste, smell the phantoms of her musky tang.

"I'll do anything. Anything. Please."

"Oh no Robin - so impatient. We haven't even talked about the puffs of steam that escape from your pajamas as I run my fingers along the waist band, or how your flanks and ass relish the heavy grasp of my big hands, the flesh seeping through my wide-splayed fingers. I wonder what would happen if I brought a hand to the front of your pajamas, grasped the fabric, and yanked it, tightly upward, tensioning it against your poor, needy cunt..."

A groan, from deep, deep inside her, washes over me. It's music to my ears. Audible ambrosia.

"You like that Robin? I love hearing what I can do to you. I love hearing your pussy take over your voice and tell me what a good job I'm doing to it. Take your pajamas off Robin, and feel how cool the room's air must feel to your overheated flesh."

"Oh God, yes. Please Jimmy, I need you to..."

"To what? Say it."

"I need you...I need you to fuck me. Please."

"I'm taking off my shorts, Robin, for real. My cock's a decent length, but its nice and thick, particularly now, thinking of you, listening to you. Its all slick and sopping with precome for you."

I listen to her voice whine, her breath quick and erratic.

"I'd take my cock in one hand, and your hip in the other, and I'd pull you - roughly - across the bed, closer toward me." I listen to the dead anticipatory silence on the line, to her breath withheld. "Then, the thick, heavy, velvety weight of my cockhead would slowly and inexorably begin a heavy flick over your swollen clit, back and forth..."

I soak in her screamed moans, her repeated calls to God. Savor them. Relish them and roll the taste of them in my mouth. I'm not a talented enough writer to convey how delicious her noises are to me. I'm not convinced that there are words capable. How does one convey the high a man gets listening, almost seeing a woman's body jerk and convulse and dance for him? How can mere words capture the thrill of knowing that at that moment, that woman's whole being lives for one thing, hungers for one thing, needs one thing: the stretching, filling, thickness of his cock.

"You know what comes next, don't you Robin? You're so very female now, so empty and achy and in need of filling and using and ravishing. And I feel so, so male, so drunk on the need to penetrate and use and ravish and fill. I'd take my cock in hand, and I'd stir the head, slick with our juices, in the scalding, steamy heat of your cunt lips..."

Her voice and breath spasm for me, like I imagine her body does - like I know that her body does.

"And I'm sinking the thick, rigid length of myself into you. Feeling the welcoming embrace of your pussy on my cock. Feeling your muscles deep within stretch at the intrusion. This is why it's so dangerous, Robin, why I've never done phone before, and never will again. You have no idea the lengths I'd go, the things I'd give up, the worlds I'd destroy to feel the grateful spasms of your cunt on my cock for real - to see the look in your eyes as your body bonds and addicts itself to mine, as my cock thirsts in the rush and addiction of your cunt - of my cunt. Whose cunt is it, Robin? Tell me."

In the quietest whisper in the world - "Yours."

"Tell me again. Tell me whose cunt it is."

"Yours."

"Say my name, Robin. Let your cunt speak. Let it proclaim who owns it, who it belongs to."

Barely audible - "Jimmy."

"Louder."

"Jimmy."

"That's my girl, my pussy. If I could have you for real, Robin, every part of you would be mine - your mouth, your ass - all of it. You'd want to go to class, or some other appointment, but you'd be late, often, because seeing you all put together to head out in the world would make me want to mess it all up. Dishevel you by flipping your skirt up around your waist and bending you over a table or desk..."

Constant gasping moans now from her as I work my free hand up and down my slick cock.

"...and taking you. Claiming what's mine. Reminding your cunt what it needs, what it wants. I want your cunt to never, ever forget this need, intimately and desperately, the ache across time, before I filled you, used you, during, and the interminable anticipatory after, when your pussy will whisper, whisper, that it will want me to use it again. Use you again. Its frightening the lengths I'd go to, now, to see my cock pumping your pussy, covered in our juices. I'd watch the waves of impact flow across your fleshy ass and crash into my fingers digging deep, deep into your flanks - holding you steady, not wanting one bit of the energy of my thrusts to stray from the jack hammering I'd give to your cunt, to you."

Robin's a glorious mess. Just the most beautifully touching and life-changing guttural noises pour off the line. I remember thinking I could do this, listen to her forever. I remember not caring who I would have to hurt, the things I'd have to give up, just so long as I could actually touch her. Actually fuck her. Actually own her. Actually feel the involuntary spasms of her pussy on my cock, on my tongue, on my fingers.

As I start to cum again and again into the air, the edges of my sight turn purple as tunnel vision narrows down to a pin point of light and I…. I …. I.

Aw fuck… I think I passed out. There is some noise coming from the phone… What?

“Jimmy~!” You still there man?” It was Mike’s voice. Turns out that he still there as Robin and I conversed on the phone. (I suspect they were actually fucking as I was talking)

“What the FUCK did you say to Robin? I’ve never seen her CUM so fucking hard, ever! (laughing out loud) She fuckin passed out while I was doing her doggy style!” (I knew it).

“So Jimbo, When are you coming up for a visit?” said Mike.

I tried to figure out when my next free weekend was. “Gotta go to a wedding this weekend but I think I will be able to come up next weekend Mike. Give Robin a kiss for me.”

“Fuck Jimmy, you come up here and kiss her yourself like old times.”

I smiled as I said goodbye and hung up the phone.
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Something for Everyone
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Just in case some of my readers are a little short on time, I'll keep this one brief:



How's that? Jimmy B.
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Double Your Pleasure
Posted:Apr 26, 2018 12:01 pm
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Back in high school I remember hanging with friends after school at the local park. We’d talk, smoke and make out like your typical teenagers usually do. One of my best friends was Carla. Carla had been saying for a while that she'd like to suck two cocks at once. Being her good friend of course, I was not about to deprive her of the opportunity. All I had to do, she told me, was find another guy interested in participating. Steve said he'd be up for it. Steve's up for anything if it involves his cock being stroked, sucked, admired or discussed. Being “Bi-Sexual” meant Steve always had better chances of getting laid than most people. And Carla, as it turns out is up for anything if it involves two stiff cocks near her face.



Carla has a dirty sense of humor and will smile at you sideways provocatively enough to give you a hardon on the bus. She's a sexy girl, with big soft bouncy breasts and a delicious spankable ass. Her hair is blonde and she wears sassy lipstick on her sassy lips. You've got the picture.

One night, after a little pot smoking in the park, Carla confided that she'd been fantasizing about blowing two guys at the same time. She wanted to alternate sucking them, comparing their size and hardness. She wanted to put the heads of both in her mouth at the same time and listen to the guys grunt as their cocks rubbed together against her tongue. I volunteered mine on the spot.

Steve and I rode the bus home from school to her house and, since Steve and Carla had never met, I described her briefly to him. He seemed excited. "Do you think you'll be able to get hard with me there?" He asked. We'd seen each other hard a few times before under circumstances I won't expound on here, and I was fairly comfortable talking to him frankly about sex.

"I don't think it'll be a problem for either of us once Carla gets naked," I said.

"Dude I can't wait," he said.

Carla answered her door wearing a cleavage-revealing tank top and blue jean cutoff shorts. "Come in boys," she said with that sideways smile, her lashes dark with mascara. I could see Steve's eyes locked on her breasts. “My folks are out for the evening, it’s “date night” for them.” She said with a wink.

She sat us down next to each other on her couch and went right to it, straddling me and kissing me slow and sexy on the mouth. My hands led themselves to her ass and I was instantly hard. Carla climbed over onto Steve and in between kisses they introduced themselves. "I knew you guys would get along," I said.

After a few minutes of kissing Carla stood and told us to strip. Steve and I exchanged an excited glance, stood up and took off our clothes. We stood there in front of her, cocks mostly hard, and awaited instructions. "Mmm, you guys have nice cocks," Carla crooned. "I mean, I know you've got a nice cock, B, but I mean they look nice together." We watched side by side as she pulled the tank top over tits to expose them to us... Our dicks each stiffened one more notch as her bra was pulled down.

Steve and I looked her up and down while she soaked up the attention. We admired her thighs, her curvy hips, and her amazing breasts. They're big and sassy her rosy nipples pointing at each of us. "Now let's see you guys stroke those cocks a little," Carla said, taking a step toward us. We took our hardons in our hands and started rubbing slowly.

"We're both right handed," said Steve, looking down at what I was working on.

I laughed and told him I'd be both handed if I was as big as him. It's true — Steve's dick is quite a bit bigger than mine. It hangs long and heavy when it's soft, and when it's hard, well it's a sight to see. I glanced down at his erection, long, hard and fat in his hand.

"Your's is pretty fucking huge too, dude," he said. We were both admiring the other's hardon, somehow feeling perfectly straight about it.

At this point, Carla had sat on the arm of a chair and was softly caressing her clit. Her tits swayed pleasantly and her thighs jiggled as her hand moved against them.

Steve and I struck up a conversation regarding the finer points of Carla's naked body as we ran our hands up and down our dicks, and didn't even notice as she got down on her hands and knees and crawled toward us, licking her lips and narrowing her eyes like a savannah predator. I did, however, notice her hips, her arched back and her hanging breasts as she crawled. Carla rose to her knees and wrapped her fingers first around Steve's penis and then mine. She closed her eyes, seeming to revel in the feeling of us in her hands. Steve and I looked at each other and silently agreed to let her revel.

When Carla's tongue first flicked the head of Steve's penis, he and I were looking at each other. His eyes got wide and he took in a sharp breath. "She's good at this part," I said. "Just wait." I watched as she took the end of his dick into her mouth, her eyes closed, one hand around his balls, the other on mine. She sucked him up and down a few times to get his cock nice and wet before she directed her attention to what I was offering. She did the same to me. From there she began alternating between us, giving Steve four or five good sucks then me. At times she would get extra interested in one of our cocks, and the other guy would hold his at the base and slap it gently against her cheek and neck and tits. She told us she liked this. Once she had satisfied her momentary curiosity, she would grab the cock slapping her wetly and discover something interesting about it.

As this went on, Steve and I gradually stood closer together to give Carla more to explore, until the tips of our dicks were only inches apart. With a mischievous look up at me, Carla took both our cocks by the base, stuck out her wet pink tongue and took both our heads into her mouth. I was surprised by the feeling of Steve's hot hard dick up against mine, but was enjoying Carla's equally hot mouth too much to care. Steve didn't seem to mind either, even when she began to rub our swollen heads together. Soon, as Carla was sucking me, Steve rubbed the tip of his cock against her lips and tongue, and consequently, all over my dick. "It makes me horny to see your cocks rubbing against each other while I'm sucking them," Carla said, looking to us for agreement. "Did you notice?"

"Oh I wasn't really paying attention to this guy's dick," Steve said with a laugh. "Mostly just your gorgeous lips."

"Doesn't bother me," I said.

With this, Carla squeezed our hardons together and took as much of them as she could into her mouth. Spit ran down her chin and landed in a tantalizingly cum-like puddle on her breasts. She rubbed our erections together with newfound curiosity and licked them as if they were one giant cock. Steve asked me if I was close to cumming and I said I was getting there. He told me to hold out for him so we could both get off at the same time.

Carla was rubbing her clit hard now, enjoying herself immensely, if the moans were any indication. We each took our cocks in our hands and jerked them off against her tongue and face as she masturbated and played with her soft tits. We weren't trying to keep them from touching as they slapped against her hungry mouth. They glided against each other easily. As our moans and grunts intensified, Carla gave us each two or three last sucks, squeezing our balls while she did it. "Now cum all over me," she said, hungry. This was apparently enough to drive us over the edge, and as the orgasms mounted in our bodies, Steve and I decided where we'd cum.

"Dude, cum all over her tits," he grunted, clearly excited by the prospect.

"Cool, and you cum on her face, " I replied. I was confident that Carla was comfortable with these plans based on her wide smile. We both went into pre-orgasm expletive mode and jerked our cocks wildly against Carla's mouth, tits, hair, whatever, as well as each other. I watched Steve take aim at her beautiful open mouth and I pointed my own cock at her sweet chubby tits. As we both shot our bursts of hot sticky cum on Carla's soft face and tits we first watched our own cock and then the other's, exchanging a quick mid-orgasm glance. My last shot missed its target and landed on Steve's shaft. We all laughed and Carla licked it off.

After licking our cum off herself, Carla led us to her bedroom. The three of us laid on her big bed, Steve and I each playing with a breast. Carla looked as satisfied as I'd seen her.
“So I guess we draw straws to see who fucks her first?” Steve asked out loud.
“No,” I said, “First one to get hard again goes first!” Yeah, I was cheating because I never actually went soft
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