Thursday, January 31, 2013

First Time For Everything

It was a hot, humid day and I was working on my car. I happened to look up and saw my neighbor in her tiny bikini walking out to the mail box to get her mail. Actually her swim suit left little to the imagination and the bounce of her breasts was quite pronounced.

On her way back she came over and said that seeing as it was so hot and humid if I would like to cool off in her swimming pool I was welcome. I mentioned that I didn't have a swim suit and she said "That's okay, with the high fence around the pool I don't wear one either most of the time."

With an invitation like that what normal man could resist. I had finished with the car so I put the tools away and went in the house to get the grease off my hands. Then I headed over to her back yard. I went through the gate into the back yard. The pool was quite large with cool refreshing looking water. She was laying on a chaise lounge, her swimsuit was nowhere to be seen. One of the first things I noticed was, no tan lines. Her breasts were not overly large or small, just a perfect pair with quarter size nipples. Further down was a one inch wide patch of black pubic hair that just covered her slit. "Come on, take off your clothes, the water is waiting for us." she said. With that I stripped off all my clothes. When I removed my shorts my cock sprang out in almost full erection.

"It sure looks like you need to cool off" she said. Then she got up and dived into the pool. I followed and the coolness of the water almost took my breath away. When I surfaced she was floating near by, her tits jutting above the water and the nipples were hard.

I rolled over on my back and she pointed and said "It looks like you have a periscope there." I looked down and saw my cock sticking up above the water. Instead of shrinking it had become fully erect, all 7 inches of it. "I'll bet you can't catch me" she said and then took off swimming for the other end of the pool. With several strong strokes I had almost caught her when she suddenly disappeared. The next thing I knew I could feel a hand around my cock. I put my head underwater and there she was with a smile on her face. She then moved closer to me and took my cock in her mouth. The warmth of her mouth and the coolness of the water almost set me off but I managed to not explode yet. She surfaced then and said "lets go up and lay out for a while and dry off."

We climbed out of the pool and spread some cushions and towels on the cement around the pool. She laid down next to me and then started kissing me. Slowly she worked her way down to my chest and then started sucking on my nipples. I had never had anyone do that before and it felt like someone was shooting an electrical charge from my nipples to my balls. After a few minutes of this she continued on south to my navel where she inserted her tongue as far as it would go. By this time her hands were playing with my cock and balls.

Next she was at my cock but instead of putting it in her mouth she moved it to one side and started nipping at my scrotum. She then took first one ball in her mouth and sucked it was another feeling that I had never felt before. Most women just manhandle a guy's balls but this one was sucking it into her mouth and rolling her tongue around it. Then she took the other one in her mouth. I asked her if she could take both of them but she said they were too large to fit in her mouth at once. Suddenly she switched positions so that her pussy was right in my face. "Eat my pussy" she said and then took the entire length of my cock down her throat. I reached up with both hands and spread the lips of her cunt open. It glistened with moisture and then I put my tongue in her hole. The taste was wonderful, it tasted so fresh and clean. I slid my tongue along her slit until I found her clit, I then sucked it into my mouth as though it were a tiny penis. Her clit was actually over one inch long and had a head on it like a cock.

As I was doing this she started to grind her pussy into my face and I knew she was almost ready to cum. I myself was almost ready to cum from her sucking my cock. She suddenly let out a series of moans as she reached her climax. Her throat muscles contracted around my cock and I let loose with one of the biggest loads of cum I had ever shot. There was so much that it ran out of her mouth and down my sac before dropping on the towel I was laying on. When we both recovered she said "Let's go for a swim and then I want you to fuck me." We swam for a little while then got back up on the edge of the pool. We laid down on the cushions and towels and started playing around. She played with my cock and balls again as I fingered her slit and pussy. I put my finger up her hole and then took it out and replaced it with my thumb. Because of the way the thumb tilts in a womans pussy it is easy to find her G spot. When you do this they will start to thrash around and moan and then reach another orgasm. "Put your cock in me you fucker" she said, "I want to feel it all the way up my pussy until you hit my cervix. Come on, fuck me hard, I want you to fill my womb with all your cum."

I had never had a woman talk to me like this, mostly they just laid there as I slid my cock in and out of them until I shot a load of cum inside them. This was really a first time. My cock slid in and out of her, faster and faster, suddenly I felt the tension in my balls and knew I was going to explode. I shoved my cock as far into her as I could and then let loose with what seem liked a gallon of cum.

I laid there with my cock buried inside her until it shrank and finally slipped out. I looked at her cunt and saw a stream of cum trickling down over her ass hole.

"You'll have to work on your car more often so you can come over and going swimming." she said.

-Story by Tommy T.

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Wednesday, January 30, 2013

One For the Road

The 14-hour days were killing her, nine in as many days. At least this crisis was over, but Vanessa knew that there was another one waiting around the corner. This was not at all what she'd thought she signed up for when she'd sold her business to those morons from New York.

Initially, she thought she was getting a sweet deal: $3.5 million for a business that had taken 10 years to build. She'd be able to lounge around for a few years, and then maybe start up another one with whatever money was left. She and her husband would finally be able do a lot of the things they'd always talked about.

In the eleventh hour, the "investors" realized that they didn't know anything at all about the market or the business, so they'd restructured the deal: $3.75 million, plus 10% of the profits for the next 5 years, but she had to stay on for 18 months and teach someone else the ropes.

It didn't take long to spiral downward. The people she had to train knew nothing about how to run her business. Everything she'd built started to crumble, and she found that more often than not, she was working as hard if not harder than when she first started the store. Thank goodness she only has three months left before she can cash out and get the hell out of there.

It was after 11 PM by the time she pulled into her garage. Inside the house she walked to the bathroom, stripping off her clothes as she went. Her husband was in Phoenix on business (hopefully for the last time), so after taking a long hot shower, she climbed right into bed. Soon, today would just be another in a long line of bad dreams.

After 3 hours of tossing and turning, Vanessa realized that she was still too wound up to fall asleep. Growing up, she would go for long drives when she couldn't sleep, but she hadn't done that in years. Kicking back the covers, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and foraged around for some clothes. The first two things she found were an old tank top she liked to wear around the house, and a short skirt she'd worn a couple of days ago. She didn't bother with shoes or underwear; she wasn't planning to stop anywhere.

She drove along the interstate for a while, just happy to have the windows down, the radio playing, and the road behind her. As the miles ticked off on the odometer, she felt the day's tension to drain away. When she got bored with the highway, she exited, and began winding through little towns and back roads, no real destination in mind.

Driving along a particularly desolate road, a sense of isolation washed over her. She felt the irrational need to be anywhere but there. Looking at the clock, she noted that it was 3:00 in the morning. Up ahead, the road stretched endlessly into blackness. She had no idea where she was, but was confident that she could backtrack. She turned her wheels sharply to the left and made a u-turn, speeding back the way she came.

If she hadn't been so concerned with getting away from there, she might have noticed the speed limit sign, or at least the unmarked police car hidden in the bushes next to it. As soon as she sped by, the car lurched onto the road behind her and snapped on the blue and red lights. There was no way she was pulling over by the side of this road; she kept going until she came upon a roadside diner that was closed for the night, a well lit parking lot prominent in front. The unmarked car pulled in behind her, and out stepped a state trooper. He was a bear of a man, at least 6'4", full and broad in the chest, with a chiseled jaw and shoulders you could easily rest a house on. The look on his face as he approached quickly led Vanessa to the conclusion that her best option was to take the ticket, and get home as soon as she could.

"Evening ma'am," he said deeply. "License and registration, please." She had to reach over to the glove box to retrieve them, causing her skirt to hike up and reveal a significant portion of her upper thigh and hip. She opted not to pull it down, hoping to draw as little attention to the fact that she wasn't wearing any underwear. She sat back up and handed it to the trooper.

While he went back to his car to run her information, Vanessa closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. She needed to calm down; otherwise she was going to get in all sorts of trouble. The sudden intrusion of the trooper's voice startled her.

"Ma'am, do you know why I stopped you?" he asked, shining his flashlight in the car. She shook her head. "The speed limit on this road is 35; do you have any idea how fast you were going?" Again she shook her head. "Have you been drinking this evening?" Before she could shake her head again he barked, "Speak to me!"

His tone made her jump "No sir, I haven't," she answered meekly.

The whole time he'd been passing the beam of the flashlight over her body, trailing along her breasts, her crotch, up and down her bare legs. When she looked up at his face he seemed to be wrestling with something.

"Step out of the car please, ma'am," he said finally, moving back to give her room to open the car door, hand on the butt of his weapon in the event that she made a sudden move.

Vanessa's heart dropped to her stomach. Taking another deep breath, she unlocked the door and pushed it open.

He gestured with his flashlight. "Please walk that line, and stop in front of the porch."

The parking lot gravel was warm and pebbly under her bare feet. She walked as best she could, but her nervousness made her shake badly enough to step off the line several times. When she'd reached the end, she turned and looked back at him. He stood for a few minutes evaluating her performance, and then joined her. "Not so good. We're going to try another one." Stepping back slightly, he continued, "Please raise your right foot as high as you can, bending it at the knee."

She was aware that her skirt was rising at a rate much faster than her leg was moving. She started to lower her leg, but thought better of it after the trooper shot her a menacing glare.

"Now, please lower it and raise the left one." Was that a quiver she heard in his voice? She looked over at him as she raised the other leg, and noticed that there was a sizeable bulge in the crotch of his uniform pants. Under other circumstances, she'd be incredibly aroused.

"Okay, lower it," he said gruffly. She did. "Now, turn and face the railing. Stretch out your arms parallel to the ground, close your eyes, and touch the tip of your nose with your right index finger."

"Now, with the left," he said from immediately behind her. She hadn't heard him move.

When she was done he said, "Now, with your eyes still shut, place your hands on the railing."

As soon as she did, she felt the cool steel of handcuffs on both wrists. Her eyes shot open.

"What is this?" she sputtered. "Am I under arrest."

"No," he said, lifting her skirt over her hips and moving her feet apart with his boot. "This'll just make things a little easier."

Before she could ask what he was talking about, he began slowly rubbing her ass, moving up and around the cheeks, and down between her crack.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice starting to rise. " I'm going to scream."

He chuckled. "Go ahead. This road is deader than a cemetery at this time of night. Counting your car there's been one car on it all shift, and only four across the same shift all week. Make all the noise you want. Hell, that'll make it more fun!"

So she did, at the top of her lungs, as well as kick and jump, and pull against the handcuffs. She kicked vigorously behind her, but he easily sidestepped them. He slapped her ass, his large hand stinging both cheeks.

"Not smart," he admonished. "If you connect and I pass out, you ass is chained here until I wake up." He slapped her a few more times across the ass. "Just relax and enjoy," he continued, running his fingers along her crack.

She quieted down and closed her eyes, biting down on her lower lip and trying to imagine that she was anywhere but here. She concentrated on the movement of his hands, following it's path with her mind, trying to distract herself from the humiliation she was suffering. His hands followed a path along her crack, stopping to tease her asshole, then moving down to her outer lips and back up. Slowly, her pussy started to moisten under all the attention, and she began pushing back, trying to mount his fingers when they got close enough.

"That's it," he hissed. "That's a girl."

Vanessa gasped when he replaced the fingers with his tongue, swirling it over her pussy lips from behind. His tongue was hot and hard and slippery, coating her with a mixture of saliva and the juices she was dripping on it. She started fucking it, trying to grab it with her pussy and draw it in. Her nipples were rock hard and standing out from her tits. She rocked forward so that she could rub them against the railing. After a bit she had a rhythm going, grazing her nipples against the railing, and pressing her cunt into his tongue. It felt wonderful.

She was so lost in the feeling that she didn't realize he'd stop licking her until she felt something new against her pussy. Hard and round, at first she thought that it was his cock, but her mind insisted that it was much too big and stiff for that.

"What are you..uugghhhh!" Her sentence was cut short.

He'd removed his nightstick from his gun belt and had thrust it in her pussy. She was not a small girl, but she'd never fucked anything like the nightstick before. It was at least twice as big around as a broomstick, with ridges on one end to make a better grip. It was the ridged end that he was fucking her with, and she could feel each ridge strain past her inner lips and burrow deep inside. At first, he limited just used the grip, spreading her wide and stimulating the walls of her pussy. Involuntarily she squeezed down on it, trying to limit its motion; however, all that did was increase the friction, which made her even wetter. Despite herself, she started to moan.

The moans spurred the trooper on. He began to maneuver the nightstick deeper, working more and more of it in, and then withdrawing the whole length. It was so big! She was seeing stars, but she was getting hotter and hotter, and had begun rubbing her nipples against the railing faster.

"Oh yes, oh yesssssss. Fuck me. Ohhhhh." She chanted.

Vanessa increased the rocking motion, fucking the nightstick back while she teased her nipples. She didn't care anymore that she was outside next to the road being taken advantage of. She could feel all the tension she'd been trying to release start to bubble up, to boil, pushing her toward an earth shattering orgasm. And she couldn't wait for it's release.

As if reading her mind, the next time he withdrew the nightstick, he pulled all the way out. He pussy stood gaping and twitching, trying to grab at the nightstick that had filled it a short while ago. She began to shake violently, her orgasm cruelly interrupted.

The trooper laughed. "Don't worry sweetheart, we're not done."
He left her chained to the front, while he jumped into his car and drove it around back. A few minutes later, he came back around to her. Deftly, he unlocked the handcuffs, then quickly repositioned her hands in font of her and locked them back before she even realized that she was free of the railing.

"Let's see what these really look like," he said, pulling her tank top over her head and down around her arms. "Holy shit!"

To say that Vanessa had great tits was like saying the Grand Canyon was a big ass hole. Large and firm, the size of ripe melons, no matter what she wore they seemed to spill out. She'd never worn a bra because she couldn't find one that was comfortable enough, or for that matter covered her, so she just favored blousy clothes. She wasn't at a point yet where they sagged under their own weight, so they stood firm and beautiful against the rest of her frame. When she was horny (like now), the nipples stuck out in two jagged points growing in length between 1/4 and 1/2 inch. The normally pink nipples turned a deep red. Right now, the constant rubbing against the railing had made them a dark crimson, and they looked swollen and ready to explode.

Enticed, he bent over and took one into his mouth, sucking on it, getting it nice and wet. She responded by mashing it into his mouth. He began to nibble on it and her legs buckled, the sensations shooting through her groin too much to withstand. Effortlessly, he bent over and scooped her up. She was a big girl.almost 5'10" and easily 160 lbs, but lifted her like she was made of paper.

"Uh uh, little lady. Stay with me now."

Making his way with her around back, he put her down next to the police car, taking care to stand her up. Forcefully, he ripped the tank top from her arms, and pulled the skirt down, leaving her totally nude in the approaching morning air.

In the dawning light, she realized that there was another man lying on the ground on a blanket next to the car, cock pointing straight up in the air. The damn thing was 14 inches if it was an inch, and thick around as a flashlight.

"Who's that?" she asked, eyes glued to the man's cock.

The trooper smiled. "Oh him? That's Sarge. I was just getting you ready for him. You picked the wrong night to get stopped for speeding. He hasn't had any pussy in almost a month."

She could see why. He had the largest cock she'd ever heard of; he put the porno films she'd seen to shame. He had a medium build, maybe six feet tall, blonde hair, and smooth body. He looked average; she'd probably pass him on the street normally.

"Again, feel free to make all of the noise you want; no one will hear you." He grinned while he kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants. "And I've never seen a woman yet that didn't squeal when Sarge puts in `em. But don't worry; I'll help you a little."

He bent over and roughly ran his tongue back and forth over Vanessa's nipples. Once they were rock hard again, he started to suck and nibble at them, making her moan and starting her pussy juicing again. Sarge scooted under her so that he could position his cock right under her pussy. In addition sucking, her nipples, he also used his finger to massage her crack and his thumb to apply pressure to her clit. She was out of her mind; the pussy juice was actually dripping from her pussy onto the cock below her. Without warning, Sarge reached up and grabbed her hips.

"Hold tight," he grunted, ramming his cock head and first few inches of his cock into her.

She must have passed out momentarily, because one minute it felt like she'd ran face first into the sun, and the next it was like someone was pushing their arm in her up to their elbow. Also, there was another large cock hanging in her face that she didn't remember ever seeing before.

"Open wide."

The trooper's cock was almost as thick as Sarge's, but only about half as long. The slow, steady thrust of the huge cock in her pussy awakened the orgasm that had been denied her earlier. Greedily Vanessa sucked on the cock head dangling in front of her, stretching her mouth to make it fit. She could feel the blood pumping through it, keeping it hard. Like a woman possessed she tongued at his piss slit, tasting the precum as it worked it's way to the surface. The handcuffs rendered her unable to support herself with the trooper standing there. Her head, held between his hands as he fucked her face, was actually the only thing holding her upright. As her jaw got used to the size of the cock in her mouth he worked more in.

"Relax your throat and breath through your nose," he snarled. "I want to get deeper."

Without waiting for her to adjust, he leaned into he, pushing the head over her tongue and toward her throat. She struggled to open her throat, afraid that she really would suffocate. But after a few moments, it slid easier, and she felt like the two cocks in her were working toward a common meeting point.

Sarge switched his tactics suddenly, making her groan loudly, and allowing the cock in her mouth to lodge firmly up to the pubic hairs. He started ramming the entire length of his cock all the way in until they pressed pelvises, then slowly withdrew, only to ram it back in again. He hit so hard he rubbed her clit with every forceful inward thrust, and teasing it, bruising it.

Also without warning, the trooper released her head and pulled his cock out, stepping away. She had to throw her hands in front of her quickly to keep from hitting the car he'd been leaning against. Through the haze of pleasure and pain she felt coming from her pussy, Vanessa became aware of movement around her asshole. The fucking she enduring made her incapable of any speech except moans and groans, so she began shaking her head. She arched her back as a thumb probed past her anal ring and began to move in and out, in time with the fucking she was receiving. She began to moan deep in her throat, the initial pain giving way to a pleasure as she adjusted to feeling of something in her ass. She'd often toyed with the idea of anal sex, but had never been brave enough to try it.

Almost as soon as she got used to it, the thumb popped out, only to be replaced by the head of a cock. Slowly but steadily he pushed, until the head slid in.

"Uuunnnnngggghhhhh," she groaned, stretching toward the sky. The trooper waited, his cock head stretching her asshole, while she got used to the feel of something so large in there. The motion of the pounding in her pussy helped to work the cock in her ass deeper in.

"Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh," she moaned over and over as it continued in. Finally, his pubic hair brushed the cheeks of her ass at the same time Sarge hit bottom, and a rocket exploded in her head.

"Oh MY GOD!!!" she screamed.

The two men began pounding into her with renewed energy. The trooper reached around to squeeze her nipples as he drilled into her, while Sarge to great care to make sure that he hit her clit every time. The three of them moved frantically in sync as the sun slowly rose, sweat covering their bodies, the smell of sex mixing with the smell of outdoors and early morning. Both men had a firm hold on her hips, pushing their cocks in as far as they would go.

It was amazing that she hadn't cum earlier; it had taken her body a little while to adapt to the punishment it was enduring. Deep in the pit of her stomach, her orgasm broke loose, and she could feel the tingle start to spread, first out to her toes and fingers, then up toward her neck. It reached her clit and her nipples at almost the same time, and erupted in a ball of sensation that felt like the rush you feel when you open the door of a burning building.

"Uh huh, Oh God, I'm.yes.yess..yes..AAAHHHHHHH!" she screamed, startling the birds in the trees around her.

Her pussy and asshole both contracted with the force of her orgasm. The pressure pushed both men past the breaking point, and they flooded both of her holes with hours of pent up cum. They were both large enough to continue fucking her while they pumped stream after stream of cum into her, getting each hole more lubricated as they filled her. The slippery sensation of the cocks sliding effortlessly into her brought her quickly to a second orgasm almost immediately as the first one ended. When they were done, both men lay still, cocks thickly embedded in her holes, all three breathing deeply. They stirred as the sound of traffic grew constant around the other side of the restaurant, a sure sign that the people would soon be arriving.

The trooper stood up, his cock slipping out with a pop. Wordlessly, he picked Vanessa up, freeing Sarge's cock from her pussy in the process. Shakily, she stood while he unfastened the handcuffs, the cum dribbling thickly out of her pussy and asshole, both red and enflamed and gaping from the pounding.

Reaching down, he picked up his uniform tunic. "You'd better wear this," he said, tossing her his uniform tunic.

While she slipped it on and buttoned it, the other trooper stood, his cock swinging massively between his legs, and gathered the blanket and threw it in the car. Then both men pulled on their pants and their windbreakers, and climbed in the car. As they were turning the car around to leave, the one with the huge cock rolled down his window and held out a business card.

"If you ever get to feeling like speeding again, give us a call," he said smiling.

Rolling the window back up, they drove away. Vanessa picked up her skirt and walked around the side of the building, where she got in her car and continued down the road, the sun now firmly up in the sky.

She realized she still didn't know exactly where she was, or how to get home. Maybe she would run into a cop along the way, she thought, as she unconsciously reached down and started to play with her clit.

Written by Bob Peale
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Monday, January 28, 2013

Emily and the Massage Chair

Emily had been shopping all day. By lunch she'd seen so many furniture stores it felt as though she were becoming part of the furniture herself.

"Can't we just get that leather one from Harvey's?" she asked her husband, Nick. "I really liked it."

Nick dismissed her. "The color is wrong. And it's way too expensive. Now, what do you think of this one?" As usual, he brushed her comments off and went to test-sit on a garish zebra-patterned monstrosity over by the porch swings.

Emily rolled her eyes and sighed. She no longer cared about buying a new couch. All she wanted to do with take her shoes off and relax, maybe open a bottle of wine and get close to Nick like she hadn't done in... was it that long?

It seemed an eternity since they'd actually sat and talked, longer since they'd made love in the tender fashion that left her breathless and close to tears with joy. Now he was always busy, always keen to acquire new things with his new-found wealth from his up-and-coming job. It wasn't how things were meant to be, but she'd kept thinking, It won't last long, he's just getting settled, things will be better soon.

Watching him puff up cushions and bounce exuberantly on springs, she felt restless and frustrated. What's more, the coffee from an hour ago had done it's work, and the urge to pee was growing stronger by the minute. They never have public toilets in these places, she thought to herself, shifting from foot to foot.

"Can we go soon?" she asked Nick, but he was grilling a sales assistant over possible discounts on the zebra. Finally unable to bear the pressure on her bladder, Emily sidled up to a female assistant and asked to use the staff toilet.

"Sure," the woman smiled. "Just head down that corridor, turn left, and go through the door marked STAFF." Emily didn't bother to tell Nick where she was going; he wouldn't listen anyway.

Hurrying down the corridor, she went through the STAFF door and emerged into another white hallway with several exits leading off it. Desperate, she accidentally opened a door marked PRIVATE STOREROOM, glimpsing numerous pieces of brightly colored furniture before she ducked back out, and into the toilet.

Relieved at last, she studied her face in the washroom mirror. She was attractive, she knew that. A number of men had propositioned her before Nick came along, and all because of her looks. She wondered what her life would be like if she'd accepted any of them...

Back in the hallway, she was overcome by a whimsical desire to look at the furniture in the private storeroom. Imagine if she found the ideal couch, all by herself! Indeed, out of the corner of her eye she'd spotted a strange looking red velvet armchair that she wouldn't mind sitting in, if only to rest her feet for a moment.

Checking to make sure the hall was deserted, Emily quietly slipped into the dim storeroom and studied the luminously upholstered chairs and sofas. The designs were experimental, without doubt. Some didn't seem to fit the role of couch at all. Again, the scarlet armchair in the corner caught her eye. It was covered in lush velvet, and the shape of it seemed more like a frozen wave, or a pair of lips, than a piece of furniture. The curved headrest seemed designed to comfort and reassure, while the seat cushion looked ready to accept any weight with pleasure.

She padded over, slipped off her shoes, and guiltily sat down. Immediately the chair embraced her; it was soft and encompassing, like she'd just sat down in a blob of red jelly. The luxurious fabric caressed her skin. She sank back, sighing, and the chair welcomed her further into its folds. Closing her eyes, she let a feeling of blissful relaxation wash over her.

Moments later, she realized the chair was moving. The backrest had begun to squirm rhythmically, gently massaging her lumbar area, while another cushion attended to the sore muscles around her neck. With a barely audible clicking sound, the footrest automatically sprung up, lifting her bare feet off the ground. It too began to move, vibrating against her tired calves.

Emily couldn't keep the grin off her face. Now this was a comfortable chair! It had only been a few minutes, yet she felt completely enveloped in pleasure, the red velvet cushions surrounding her and pleasantly touching her flesh.

A bizarre idea struck her. Wouldn't it be fabulous to sit in this chair naked? She brushed the thought away; it was ridiculous to even think it. Nonetheless, as the massage relaxed her further, and as the velvet inflamed her nerves, she began to seriously toy with the idea. It would be nice... sexy, even. The whole back area had seemed deserted, and no-one knew she was in here. Even if she only did it for a minute, it wouldn't hurt, would it?

She grinned. What the hell. Just for a minute.

Almost giggling to herself with guilty pleasure, Emily slipped her skirt and blouse off, letting them fall to the floor nonchalantly. Her underwear followed, and she lay back into the squirming armchair with exquisite joy. Now the velvet was tickling her buttocks and fondling her back, and a new movement began underneath her thighs. Curious, she opened her legs and let the chair massage the inside of her thighs. Aroused by her own daring, she could feel wetness forming between her slightly parted pussy lips. She glanced around carefully; the room was still deserted. With small movements, she eased her hand down to her clit and gently began to tease herself, dipping her finger into her vagina and carefully smoothing the wetness around her cunt.

Suddenly, the chair ceased movement, and she was startled into a moment of panic. She half leaped out of the chair, reaching for her clothes and looking desperately around for possible salespeople. To her relief, she remained alone, and sank back into the chair, sighing. Her hand found a previously unseen control panel on the armrest, and she absently pressed a button, wondering what it did.

Abruptly the cushion beneath her began to move. She heard faint whizzings, and without warning large leather clamps emerged from the leg and arm rests, grabbing her limbs and pulling her firmly back into the soft grasp of the chair. She was held fast, her legs open, her arms unable to fight. Before she could think of how to respond, something emerged from the seat cushion and positioned itself between her legs. It seemed mechanical, but it moved with the fluidity of an octopus arm. The best description she could think of was a mechanical tongue.

It turned out to be a good description. Without pausing, the tongue-thing moved forward and gently began to lick her. With even strokes, it lapped at her clitoris with a surety of purpose, as though it had been waiting an eternity just to touch her. Occasionally it swirled its way around her entire cunt before returning to her clitoris, licking it with just the exact pressure and position as she had always liked.

Emily didn't scream. She was too busy moaning. Within instants she'd gone from shocked surprise to absolute pleasure. As if sensing her reaction, the chair began to massage her again, adding to her enjoyment of the strange situation. Her hand moved to the control panel again, and she pushed another button.

This time a second, fluidic extension emerged from the cushion and promptly nuzzled itself into her dripping vagina. Now she could barely keep herself from gasping. The second arm filled her, pressing upwards towards her g-spot and moving in and out, while the tongue continued its steady lapping, determined to exceed in giving her a stronger orgasm than she'd ever had before. She writhed and her heart beat loud in her ears. She felt the control panel at her fingers, and guessed what the third button would do. Eagerly, she pressed it.

A smaller, thinner extension propelled itself from the chair and inched its way into her ass, vibrating as it went. This time she yelped. It was ridiculous that her body could feel this good without exploding. The tongue lapped, the fluidic penis probed, and the ass thing... well, she had no idea what it was doing. But it all felt amazing.

She closed her eyes and tried not to come too soon. She didn't want to waste this experience. But the pressure was building. She opened them again, just to see if there was a slow switch on the control panel, and saw a male sales assistant standing before her, his half-shadowed handsome face watching her intently. Shocked, she wanted to get up, but the chair chose that moment to increase its rhythm. Slave to her own pleasure, she was wrenched into a massive orgasm, the waves of intense feeling making her cry out and leaving her almost dazed in the aftermath.

For a few moments she simply lay there, unable to do anything except pant quietly. The leather restraints released, and the massage and vibrations died. Then the horrible realization hit her: a man had just watched her, prostrate and naked, have sex with a chair. Oh my god. She didn't want to open her eyes again, but she couldn't just sit there and hope he'd go away. Lifting one eyelid, she saw he was still there, and now he was smiling. Through her embarrassment, she couldn't help but notice how friendly his smile was.

She tried to sit up, but the cushions still held her. Gently, the man stepped forward and helped her up. His skin against hers was smooth and tanned.

"I'm Jason. I invented that chair."

She was lost for words, standing naked and flushed before him.

He regarded her happily. "I think you've proved it works. Couldn't have arranged a better test if I'd paid someone." His blue eyes sparkled with success.

She grasped for a reply. "Jason? As in Jason Recliner?"

He laughed. "No. Although perhaps I should change my name. And perhaps you should get dressed." He pointed at her crumpled heap of clothes, neglected on the floor.

She dressed awkwardly. He didn't turn away, but studied her cheerfully as she buttoned her blouse. At last she thought of something to say. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been in here. I was tired... I just thought I'd sit down for a while..."

"Do not concern yourself. It was a good decision, was it not? Of course, you'll have to buy the chair now."

"I'll have to...?"

"Well, it's not really a 'try-before-you-buy' kind of thing, is it?" Jason said.

"But-" She stopped herself, and turned to look at the armchair, quiet now and looking for all the world like a normal piece of furniture. She thought of how much pleasure it had just given her. Buying it didn't seem such a bad idea. "Of course. I'd like to buy it. But is it the only one? Do you have any others?"

"That's the prototype. But if it's that successful, I can make plenty more. I think you've shown how well it works. Just tell Bob the sales assistant to sell you the Loveseat. He'll know what to do."

Emily did her best to straighten her hair, tried to look presentable for her return to the showroom. She had no intention of telling Nick what had happened, nor of letting him know what their new Loveseat was capable of.

She turned to go, yet something held her. "Do you make any other kind of 'loveseat' Mr Recliner?" she asked with a half smile.

He returned her grin. "I've got a few plans still on the drawing board."

"I'll leave my name and number with Bob," Emily grinned. "Let me know when you need another test done."

-submitted by Anonymous

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Friday, January 25, 2013

Amateur Night

Not too long ago I decided to have my wife, Marsha, put on an exhibitionist act at the local strip club. Since Marsha is also my slave, she listened intently as I laid out the plans of her act.

The night came a week later, and there were about 20 guys in the audience. Marsha was the third contestant. As she walked onto the stage, she was clad in a floor-length red evening gown that zipped down the front from top to bottom. She had on long white gloves and three-inch high-heel shoes. As she danced around the stage, her long blond hair would flip from back to front and spill down over her shoulders and lovely breasts. She slowly peeled the gloves off and soon begun unzipping the gown, as she moved seductively around the stage. She had to bend all the way down to release the last catch of the zipper, and as it released, she snapped to a full, upright position, letting the gown drop to the floor around her feet. The crown roared approval as she began to glide around the stage, clad now in a red-and-black-lace garter belt, bra, panties. The pale whiteness of her upper thigh stood out in vivid contrast to the tops of her sheer black nylons. The other two contestants had not worn nylons of any kind, and this added feature seemed to turn hte audience on, as their shouts of approval increased.

As the second song began, Marsha knelt down on the stage and asked one of the fellows in the front row to reach behind her so he could unsnap her bra. He put his arms around her, and in a second the bra fell away, exposing Marsha's lovely white 36-inch globes. As the bra hit the floor, Marsha grabbed the man by the ears and pulled his face into her breasts. She let him suck, bite, and lick her luscious tits for quite a while as she began to rub her clit through her sheer lace panties. She then moved from one guy to the next until eight or ten guys in the front row had sampled her wares with their tongues and mouths.

For the third number, Marsha sat on the stage, facing the audience. She leaned back on her arms, lifted her ass, and stuck her legs out spread-eagled into the face of yet another front-row patron. He was literally drooling with expectation as she instructed him to remove her panties. When he had completed this welcome task, Marsha pulled his mouth into her cunt. He eagerly began to lick and suck her box while she leaned back on the stage with her eyes closed, asking the two guys on both sides of him to suck her tits. The crowd was wild as she moaned and squirmed to the triple eating she was now enjoying. Again, Marsha moved from one guy to the next around the front of the stage. I could hardly keep from coming as I watched from the second row.

What a turn-on to look over a complete stranger's shoulders as he wildly eats your wife! Marsha's ass was bouncing up and down to the music, and as I looked around the theatre, I could see newspapers bouncing up and down on at least a dozen laps, as these second- and third-row patrons could only watch for now and beat their meat under their homemade tepees. I must admit that I was one of them and was beginning to wish I had taken a front-row seat. I'll bet as least half of the audience came during that third song. They waited with hand on cock, ready for the next number to start.

As the lights came on for her last scheduled number, Marsha walked onto the stage, carrying a large quilt and a box of dildos and vibrators. She laid down the quilt and positioned herself spread-eagled on it. Still clad in just her garter and nylons, she began to explore her body with her fingers. She pinched and caressed her nipples with one hand as the other slowly traced up and down her inner thighs and along the lips of her beautiful pink slit. Slowly she inserted a finger into her glistening snatch, then two fingers, then three. She reached for a large 12-inch dildo and began licking up and down the side of it. She suck the rubber cock in her mouth with long, slow sucks that matched the rhythm of her finger fucking and the song. The crowd was really going wild as the 12-inch dick disappeared down her throat.

Marsha then played a switch, shoving the enormous tool into her dripping cunt while licking the sweet juices from her fingers. She began to roll around on the quilt while fucking herself into a frenzy. She moved seductively from one position to the next so the entire audience would have a chance to see her shoving that huge cock in and out of her cunt. She began moaning as she pinched her nipples and kept time to the music with her ass. She grabbed for a small mini vibrator and proceeded to lubricate it with her mouth. Then she rolled onto her stomach, raised her ass in the air, and with one gigantic shove pushed the small vibrator deep into her ass. What a sight she was as she shoved the two tools in and out of her ass and cunt at the same time! As the song came to an end, Marsha had an orgasm like I never seen before, which left her lying exhausted on the floor as the lights went out. From the moaning I heard around me in the audience, I suspect a few of them came also. The crowd started yelling, "More - more, we want Marsha! Bring back Marsha."

Then the MC came on stage and yelled, "Start the music and lock the doors." When the doors had been locked, the music began and Marsha danced into the audience. She started sitting on everybody's lap and stroking the dicks of the guys next to her. You could hear them come as she ground her cunt against their cocks. Soon four of the other five contestants (three of which never did get to dance) came out into the audience and started taking patrons up on the stage as they changed amateur night into audience-participation night. All five girls took on at least five guys each during the next hour. There were threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes. I saw one guy come at least three times, and I equalled the same number with three of the other four girls.

The best of the three was a girl named Lynn. Lynn was about five feet two with a slim, neat figure. Her tits were about 34 to 35 and very well shaped. She had long blond hair like Marsha's, but her face was more pronounced due to her high narrow cheekbones. She was ever so slightly cross-eyed, but it added to her school-girlish charm. Anyway, Lynn had been the first contestant of the evening and was now back for as many encores as she could get.

I had just finished with a brown-haired fox named Patty when I looked over on my right and saw Lynn on all fours. She was sucking on one cock while another was hammering at a staggering pace in her cunt. I rested while I watched her lovely tits hanging down and swaying to the rhythm of the fuck. She was nearing her peak when the guy suddenly pulled out of her cunt and squirted his load all over her ass. She started moaning, "Don't stop - don't stop. Oh, please, somebody, fuck me, fuck me!" By this time I had a hard-on again. I moved in behind her, sticking my fingers into her snatch. I fingered her in rhythmic strokes as I spread the come on her ass around her puckered little hole. With no warning, I shoved another finger into her ass as the first finger slipped back into her cunt. She cried, "No, not in the ass, please." But her ass told another story as she shoved it back onto my fingers. With the middle finger in her cunt and my index finger in her ass, I began to move at a faster pace. She matched the rhythm by increasing the pace at which she was sucking the guy in front. I spread some of the extra come from her ass on my dick and moved in close behind her. Again without warning, I pulled my hand away and shoved my seven-inch tool into her ass. She screamed as it forced its way in, but she continued to shove backwards onto it. Her scream died into load moaning as she neared orgasm. She came at the same time as the guy in front, and I was not far behind.

The show had started at 11:00 p.m., and it was 3:00 a.m. when the last of the patrons had left. We ask Lynn and her husband, Mike, if they wanted to come over to the house for a drink or two. They readily accepted. By 1:00 p.m. the next afternoon we had totally drained ourselves. I have never seen Marsha so turned on before. She and Lynn gave us some very vivid and fond memories as they kept us hard by performing lesbian style whenever Mike or I said we were tired.

This was the best fantasy night Marsha has ever given me, and now she and Lynn are regular lovers - only when I allow it, that is. Lynn has now become Mike's slave too, and he and I are now forming plans for their next exhibitionist act. Mike and I can hardly wait!

-submitted by Anonymous

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Thursday, January 24, 2013

Fantasy Hike

Several months ago I discovered a great hiking trail in the foothills of the mountains near my home. I love being outdoors and enjoy hiking and biking alone so I can go at my own pace.

A couple weekends ago in the early fall I was hiking on the trail enjoying the cool shade at the head of the box canyon, when a woman I used to work with came around the path towards me. "Sue! Long time-no-see." I said. She was really good to see, too. She was a little bit of a cowgirl, used to live on a small ranch with her husband. At work she usually wore tight blue jeans that really gave me a hard-on every time I walked behind her. She liked T-shirts that hugged her breasts very nicely making all the guys around drool with horny delight.

I'd heard that she was divorced now and Sue was still a babe, and here she was standing in front of me wearing a cut-off T-shirt and a short, red plaid tennis skirt with small pleats. It seemed unusual to see a girl hiking in a skirt instead of shorts, but I sure wasn't about to complain. That kind of pleated skirt is one of my favorite pieces of feminine attire because it swishes and swings as the lady walks giving a guy hope that it'll fly up high enough for a glimpse of the gal's panties. Her shirt was cut off only an inch or two below her firm breasts baring her cute bellybutton, and it was clear that she wasn't wearing a bra to contain her perky nipples.

"Bob! It's great to see you too! How have you been?" We embraced in a friendly kind of hug, but it seemed to me that she wanted to hold on a little longer than "just friends" would do normally. I felt a little thrill run through my crotch as Sue shoved her delicious tits into my chest! Finally, we pulled apart and started to walk up the trail to end of the canyon, talking about old times. At a couple spots the trail climbed short but steep inclines. Being the gentleman I am, I allowed Sue to go ahead of me allowing me a better view of her ass under that skirt. Once the skirt did flip up high enough to convince me that she was wearing either the tiniest thong in the world or nothing at all. Her butt cheeks looked good enough to eat and my dick jumped and strained against my jockey shorts!

A minute later Sue rounded a bend in the narrow canyon and came to a dead stop upon seeing a grove of maples in full autumn splendor. She stopped so suddenly that I bumped into her back and grabbed both sides of her bare waist with my hands. At the same time I made some comment about how beautiful the trees were, Sue sighed and laid her head back on my shoulder. Well, I took that as a hint that she'd like to get closer, so I slid one hand up under her shirt and covered her soft breast with my fingertips. There was, in fact, no bra to get in the way and Sue didn't protest one bit so I reached up and grabbed her other boob and began to massage them both gently. She moaned and ground her butt back against my dick which by now was as hard as I've ever felt it! Sue was aware of my hardness too, and she reached a hand back to squeeze and rub my erection through my hiking shorts. Reluctantly, I raised my right hand from Sue's wonderful tit to turn her face to me for a long, tongue-sucking kiss.

Sometime during that hot kiss Sue had opened my fly and worked my stiff penis out of my underwear and was caressing the underside of the cockhead with her thumb. The sensation was driving me wild and my knees were getting weak. "Let’s go over there under that tree", she said. Still holding my cock, Sue led me across the stream to a small shady grotto hidden from the trail by a huge boulder and some bushes. She turned into my arms for another hot probing kiss, and then I pulled her shirt up over her head. Sue raised her arms to help me and I slid my mouth down from her neck and latched on to one of her small, hard nipples. I sucked and rolled the cherry-like nub between my tongue and upper lip and Sue began to moan and pulled my mouth to her tighter. Our breathing came harder and heavier for at least a minute. Sue pulled my face up to meet her tongue for an just an instant and then dropped to her knees in the soft leaves and planted her warm lips around the head of my dick. Oh man! This babe really knew how to suck cock and the mind-blowing sensation made my legs give out.

As I sat down and sprawled back in the leaves pulling her hungry, sucking lips with me I grabbed her knees and spread them over my head. Sue lowered her panty-covered pussy onto my mouth and I hungrily sucked and licked at that sweet, warm muskiness through the thin material while she kept slurping my aching dick, moaning to keep time with my tongue. I reached up and pulled her thong string from her butt crack, slid it to the side, and started snaking my tongue up and down her wet cunt, paying extra attention to her clit which was engorged to the size and color of a cherry. Sue really tensed and moaned louder every time I sucked on her large, sensitive love button, and that turned me on even more ... more than I thought possible. I’ve never had sex this good before and I’ve never seen a clit this large either!

This babe must’ve sensed that I was getting close to shooting my wad, so she pulled my cock from her mouth, slid my shorts and underwear down past my knees, and began running her lips around the base of my shaft and my balls. Shortly, she eased her hot box up from my mouth while I pulled her thong down over her thighs and then off over her shoes. She spun around, leaving that sexy, short skirt on, straddled my hips, and started to rub my dick with her downy pussy lips pushing my shaft against my belly. Slowly, up and down, massaging both of us but not allowing my cockhead entry into her warmth, the sight as I looked down was awesome! Sue’s plump, soft pussy lips were wrapped around both sides of my shaft while she stroked me. Damn what a sensation! Meanwhile I was having another picnic with her firm tits pushing into my face, my eyes, my cheeks, and of course my lips. Then, in one slow motion, Sue slid her pussy up to my belly and back down to take my hard penis into her hot, tight depths. She took me all the way into her and parked her cunt on my balls, moving her soft, blonde pubic hair against mine side-to-side very slowly. I could feel her extra-sized clit pushing against my pubic bone and she was obviously in ecstasy, panting and shuddering!

After a couple minutes of this heavenly coupling, Sue began pumping her hips up and down on me, her love juice squeezing out over my belly and running down between my legs. I have never experienced a woman this wet before, and I’ve had a few! Maybe her fantastic clitoris is especially sensitive and helps her become wetter. I was having the fuck of a lifetime and I think she was too! She rocked back and forth at the same time she lifted her pussy right to the tip of my cock and pushed back down to the hilt, her lovely breasts reaching my hungry lips and then pulling away. It took only a minute or two of this action and I hunched my hips up and shot what felt like a quart of hot semen into Sue’s already soaking pussy. A few seconds later she joined me in an orgasm that lasted almost a full minute, our bodies staying joined at crotches and mouths while both of us gasped and panted.

Then Sue lifted off me slowly and once again got into a 69 on our sides and we both cleaned our mingled love juices from each others glowing organs. I’ve tasted only a couple drops of my own jizz before after jacking off and found it nothing exciting, but the cream shake that oozed from Sue’s lovely pussy was delicious and I didn’t want to stop licking and sucking our cum from her coral colored vagina. Soon I felt my dick getting hard again. This time I rolled her over under me, reluctantly pulled my erection from her mouth, knelt between her legs and slid into her. I lay onto her chest, began tonguing her neck, and we slow-fucked and kissed for what seemed like most of the afternoon, but it was probably only 10 or 15 minutes. Sue had already come several times and when she felt my dick start to pulse again she said, "Oh Baby, I want your come in my mouth ... Now!" I pulled out quickly and crawled up over her chest as she guided me to her open mouth where I squirted more milky sperm onto her tongue. She closed her lips around my jerking glans and sucked me dry. Oh man, what a dream come true!

-Written by G. Heilman

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Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Shoe Store Surprise

When I first got married I was still somewhat shy and dressed rather conservatively but my husband was much more outgoing and kept asking me to dress in a fashion that would show off my body. I have quite large breasts (36D) with dark areolas and long thick nipples, a flat stomach and very thick dark hair on my mound.

I quickly found that I had a very naughty side to me and it excited me to know other men and women were seeing more and more of my body as I became more daring in the type of clothes I wore. I also found that it made my husband very horny whenever I would let somebody else see my breasts or hairy mound.

One weekend we had gone away to another city and my husband suggested I wear a loose top with no bra and a full short skirt with no panties and we could go to a local shopping mall where I could flash people while he watched. Dressed in this outfit I found that when I leaned over a counter my top dropped open so much that the person standing on the other side could see all the way down to my nipples.

I visited a number of different counters and let the sales people who waited on me see my full breasts and rock hard nipples and every time I caught one of them looking it would make my pussy tingle. Seeing these strangers looking at my breasts had made my husband very horny and he told me that he had found a shoe store that had just a young sales guy in it and I should go try on some shoes. I knew he wanted me to flash my hairy pussy to a stranger so I agreed and told him to wait for me and I would tell him all about it when I got back.

I went into the store and asked the young man if I could try on some shoes and leaned way over to point out the ones I wanted to try giving him a very clear view of my breasts and nipples. He readily agreed and seated me in a chair and then sat on a stool right in front of me, placing my foot on the pad. I moved my legs apart a little to see what his reaction would be and sure enough I saw him sneaking peeks up my dress to my panty-less crotch. I asked him if he liked what he saw and he said yes but he would certainly like to see more.

I told him he was rather a cheeky young man but I would show him more if he would promise to just look and not touch. He immediately agreed so I draped my legs over the arms of the chair and pulled my skirt up to my waist which fully exposed my hairy wet pussy to him. He asked me to rub my clit while he watched so I started masturbating right in front of this complete stranger and it made me so hot I couldn't help but pull down the front of my blouse and start playing with my breasts and nipples while fingering myself with my other hand.

I told him since I was masturbating for him I wanted to see him jack off and when he was ready to cum I wanted him to shoot it on my hairy mound. He quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out a very large and hard cock, it looked like it was at least 9" long and extremely thick, the head looked like a large plum and his balls hung very low and looked swollen.

We were very fortunate that no other customers came in because there I was completely exposed masturbating like crazy while the young man was kneeling right between my legs jacking off like mad. I reached my climax first and just as I was in the throes of a huge climax the young man shot one stream of hot cum on my hand and mound and then flexed his hips forward and drove his pulsing cock full length into my spasming pussy.

I tried to push him away but he just kept pumping his cock in and out of me and shooting stream after stream of hot cum deep inside me and also leaned his head down and was sucking on one of my rock hard nipples at the same time. By the time both of us had finished climaxing my pussy was so full of his cum that when he pulled out it leaked out and down between my cheeks.

I told him he was a very naughty boy as he had promised to just look but if he would get me a towel to clean up I would forgive him. He straightened himself up and after getting a damp towel insisted on cleaning me up and gently wiped the cum from my pussy and hairy mound and even tucked my breasts back into my blouse.

When I got back to my husband he immediately wanted to know what I had done all the time I was in the shoe store. I didn't want to tell him about the young man cumming in my pussy so I just said I had let him look at my breasts and hairy mound. This made my husband real horny and he took me back to our room and immediately slipped his cock into me, luckily he was so hot that he didn't notice how gooey and loose my pussy was and after just a little while he shot his load into my already full pussy.

He was still real horny and moved down between my legs and started licking and sucking on my gaping hole and sucked all the cum out, his and the young man's. I felt terrible not telling him he was eating another man's cum as well as his own but just kept quite and let him suck me clean.

To this day I still haven't told him what happened in the shoe store.

-submitted by Anonymous

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Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Inexperienced And A Bit Shy

Over the summer, I had a date with a younger woman about 20 years old who was visiting the valley from a nearby college. She had contacted me on a site for hookups and her message indicated she was into men who were “slightly older” than her. I replied “I’m about 11 years older than you, I hope that’s “slightly” enough for you.” She replied that it was fine and she asked me if I wanted to come over that night. After getting directions, I took off for her parent’s condo on the other side of town. She explained we’d be alone, and she was staying in the condo that belonged to her parents here while they were back east in the town that she was originally from, explaining that her parents were “snowbirds,” but she came to town for the first month of the summer sometimes just to get away from the city, and to rest before she went back east to stay with her parents for the summer.

When I showed up, she greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She was dressed in pajama pants and a t-shirt. Her and I sat in the living room on the couch in front of the TV and talked for a little while to make ourselves more comfortable with each other, and to see if we wanted to go forward with doing anything. She told me she was shy sexually, but had a lot of things she wanted to try. She told me that she had a few flings with some frat boys looking for a big girl fling and a couple of other guys at her school; she said they were quickies that didn’t do much for her. She said that it seemed I knew what I was probably doing from the description in my profile, and that she wanted to try being with an older guy. Plus she also complimented me on my looks telling me I was a “hot older guy,” which charmed me over. I told her she was very good looking herself, which she was. She told me about how she didn’t like being a “bigger girl” sometimes because it was a turn-off to men she wanted to be with. I told her, “Lucky for you, I like bigger girls. Plus I’m a bigger guy,” which made her smile and cuddle up with me on the couch. I asked her how she wanted to proceed and kissed her on the forehead. She told me she didn’t know what to expect, but wanted to shower before we did anything together and “at least make myself look a little more attractive.” I told her that was fine, but she was already attractive to begin with, but that I’d wait for her. She gave me the remote to the TV and told me she’d call for me when she was ready.

I waited for about 40 minutes until I heard for her call for me and say she was ready. She told me to meet her in the bedroom at the end of the hallway. I went into the bedroom and saw her laying on her back on her bed against the pillows on her headboard and naked except for the red thigh-highs and a pair of black flats she had on. I was immediately turned on and smiled. She said with a half-smile, “Sorry, I know it said you like garter belts and heels in your profile, but I don’t own any. The thigh highs were part of a Halloween costume I had. Plus I like flats and can’t really wear heels” I chuckled and said she looked wonderful and that I wanted her badly. I began to undress and I slowly crawled onto the bed next to her and took her into my arms. I kissed her forehead, kissed her cheeks and slowly rubbed my hands down to her tits. She rubbed her hands on my chest, rubbed her hand gently across my face. I went to kiss her mouth and we kissed passionately for what seemed a good 5 minutes as she let out little moans and I played with her tits and rubbed my way down to her beautiful ass. I laid her down and positioned myself on top of her and took turns with each of her tits and my tongue. I slowly kissed down to the area of her shaved pussy. I chuckled and said, “Shaved! I like that!” I kissed her pubic area and gave it a sensual rub. I licked my finger and gently rubbed around her pussy lips, licked my finger again and ran my finger over her clit, which made her moan a little. I went down and licked around her pussy noticing she was getting very turned on, I gently licked her clit, which made her shiver in ecstasy for a moment. I worked my tongue gently on the clit to get her more excited and then pushed her hood back, and attacked it with my tongue. I alternated between slow and fast as I sucked on her clit, teased her clit with my tongue, nibbled gently on it, and would then attack it again as I felt her hand push my head against her, hearing her moans as I worked on her. I slowly eased up, reached for my kit that had my condoms and lube, lubed up my hand, and then played with her clit with my thumb and put 2 fingers inside of her trying to find her spot. It didn’t take me long to find her spot when she let out a loud moan. I began to rub up against her spot as my thumb would smack against her clit and I noticed she began to tense up and start moaning wildly. I went a little faster and harder and she began to moan louder and start thrusting her pelvis up and down, her legs shook, and it was obvious that someone had never done this to her before—or at least done it as I was doing it to her. The moans then turned into fearful groans and I said “you feel like you want to cum?” and she screamed “YES!” and I told her “Go ahead, let it go!” and began to hit the spot and her clit with my thumb as hard as I could thrust. She moaned harder and louder and suddenly my arm was wet and a she was squirting like a geyser. I didn’t stop as the flow came out. She grabbed my wrist and let out a painful cry, which was a signal to me to stop.

I laid next to her for a few minutes as she was still groaning, shaking a bit, and she told me “I feel like my head is spinning, but it feels so good.” I told her it was supposed to, and she confessed that it was something that never happened to her before. I showed her the massive wet spot on the bed and she freaked out; “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” I told her that it was ok and she would just have to throw her sheets in the wash—which was the worst thing that could happen as a result of her squirting. She laughed and I laughed as I gave her a kiss. She rubbed my chest again and put her hand on my cock, which was semi-erect at that point. She gently stroked me and kissed me. I laid back as she went down on me. I noticed she didn’t have much experience, but I gave he the directions of telling her to go faster, ease up, more on the head, and it all still felt wonderful. I gently put my hand on the back of her head and took some control. I told her to “come back up for air” given I was ready to fuck her. She came back up and we embraced for a while kissing, rubbing each other’s bits, and I noticed her pussy was still plenty wet. I put her on her back and got on top of her again. I reached for my kit for a condom and rolled it on. I slowly inserted myself into her noticing she had a tight and beautiful pussy for me to enjoy. She let out a groan and squeezed me as I made my way into her. We kissed as I gently grinded her pussy without going in and out of it. As I began to slide in and out, I noticed she went back into a mode of when I was finger fucking her. I rubbed her tits and kissed each of them as I stayed close to her body and rose gently in and out. I then had her get on her side, laid behind her, reinserted myself into her, and fucked her on her side from the rear as I held her tight and kissed her neck, played with her tits, and occasionally reached down to rub her clit. I put her on her back again, took her ankles complete with the black pumps on her feet in my hands and raised her stocking clad legs and put myself back into her. She moaned loud and I alternated between speeds as I fucked her tight pussy. I then rested her legs up on my shoulders, put my hands on her stocking clad thighs, put her up and back a little more against me, and started to fuck her harder. She had her hands on my arms and even pleasantly rubbed against my hands as I fucked her deep and hard. I moved faster and faster which had her moaning like when I was finger fucking and she screamed “Pull out! Pull out! QUICK!” and I figured maybe she felt the condom may have slipped or broke, but when I pulled out, she squirted on me and on the bed. I couldn’t believe it and she said, “you were hitting that spot and I knew it was coming. I didn’t want to get it on you, I’m sorry!” I kissed her and told her “Stop apologizing for cumming! And even if you had gotten it on me, I wouldn’t have cared. Now it’s my turn, ok?” She nodded. I had her get on all fours and I fucked her from behind as hard as I could until I exploded and shot a huge load inside of her. As I pulled out, I prayed the condom had stayed on, intact, and noticed that it had with my massive load inside of it.

After I cleaned myself off and brought a washcloth for her from her bathroom to clean up with, I took her into my arms and gently rubbed her back as she sighed and melted into my arms. I said, “Well, that was wonderful. I enjoyed it.” She chuckled and told me, “I’ve never been fucked like that before, thank you. I just can’t believe I came.” We cuddled for a while longer and talked about various things as we cuddled. When I asked her if she wanted me to stay awhile longer or leave, she begged me to stay the night with her. I agreed and she said, “good!” She pushed me onto my back and went back down on me and started to suck me off again. I again gave her the signals of what was working and it felt amazing to have such a warm and moist mouth on me that I could train and enjoy at the same time. I asked her, “Do you want me to cum?” she nodded with my cock in my mouth. I asked “You want me to cum in your mouth?” she nodded again. I grabbed the back of her head and had her up and down with her mouth on my cock and I took a break for a moment, she tried a couple of times to go far down on it and finally managed to take me all the way in. When she had me deep throated, I felt the muscles pulse against the head of my cock, which was a wonderful feeling, and she began to go wild on it until I couldn’t take it anymore and shot a huge load into her mouth that she actually swallowed, she even cleaned the excess cum on my cock with her tongue and had consumed every drop I shot out.

We enjoyed more sex through the night until we both collapsed into each other’s arms. We didn’t wake up until the early afternoon the following morning. She was still in her red stockings, and a bed that had some spots of wetness from her continued squirting through the night as we fucked. After both of us had a shower, I treated her to a “goodbye lunch” at a nearby restaurant, and I asked her, “So, were you lying to me about how you never came before and had never had sex like that before?” She told me she was dead serious with me. She said that the guys she would have sex with would just fuck her in the missionary position and didn’t know how to do oral like I did. I told her that I could understand why she wanted an older man with some experience. I told her it was a pleasure to meet her and have the opportunity. She hugged and kissed me goodbye in the parking lot of the restaurant and told me she hoped to see me again sometime. I told her to look me up and stay in touch. She’s one I get an occasional e-mail from asking how I am, and we remember our night of intense fucking reminding each other of it. It’d be nice to see her again if she ever comes back this upcoming summer.

-submitted by Anonymous

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Monday, January 21, 2013

Unexpeced Encounter At the Laundry Mat!

I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just gotten in from undercover work in Morocco. The agency sent me there to uncover the truth behind the ambassadors kidnapping. I would tell you more about my investigative work but the real story unfolded back home at a local laundry mat.

As I was saying I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just gotten in from Morocco, couldn't sleep that nite. My battle with insomnia was winning. My clock is just ticking ever so slowly, creeping upon midnight So what else is there for a single agent in the city to do but laundry.

There I am in the 24hr wash n go when I saw him. He was tall and bald. He had this body that just gave me this instant urge to just touch him. I caught myself staring and then he caught me staring. He was laughing. WHY WAS HE LAUGHING?!....I looked down and noticed I was holding granny panties up in the air with polka dots. GREAT. So now there's no way I was going to say hi. I smirked, turned red and just looked away continuing to shove my clothes hastily in the washing machine.

20 min wash. Time to dry. My eyes kept drifting in his direction. Should I say something?....No. There was no time in my life to start anything. I was only back for a week before going to Nepal in search of some missing gold coins. I felt so drawn to him, it was like nothing I have ever felt before. I put him out of my mind and put my clothes in the dryer. set the timer 2hrs and started for the exit. Next thing I know I was on the floor staring up at the ceiling with this man, this beautiful man staring down at me asking me if I was ok. What just happened. He held out his hand and said "That was one nasty slip", "looks like you slipped on some fabric left on the floor". I grabbed his hand, omg I felt my heart start to pound with just the touch of his fingers. He had this smirk on his face as we both looked down and I realized I slipped on the granny panties. SHIT!

"My name is North" he said. I just had this blank stare on my face. "Miss?" he said again. "Oh..yea...I'm Agen....I'm Angie"....I stuttered back. I could feel the heat on my back traveling up my neck. He's just a guy, why am I acting like this. We started to make small talk when overhead on the t.v in the corner Law and Order SVU came on. In unison we chimed out "BUM BUM".....You know that sound from the law order show....FREAKY....We started to laugh and just talk about the show and wound up talking about everything else. I couldn't take the hum of the dryers any longer. "Hey I live right upstairs, wanna come up for a cup of coffee?" What did I just ask!!...I don't know this man from a hole in the wall...without hesitation he said "sure"....

We went up to my apartment. He notices all the artifacts on my walls and begins to ask about my profession. Out of habit I blurt out that I'm a museum curator. "Coffee's done" I said placing the cups on the counter. He sat down next to me, we reached for the sugar at the same time. It was as if he was a magnet pulling me towards him. "I'll be right back I'm going to the bathroom"...In my bathroom I'm pacing and my heart is palpatating...I'm thinking to myself "you'll be OK just go back out there and act as calm and natural as possible"....As soon as I opened the door, there he was!...."I didn't hear you flush" he quipped....

I don't know what came over me, it was like an out of body experience. I'm watching myself jump and straddle him kissing his lips....oh god his lips!.....I started to rip his clothes off. The urge to touch his skin was overwhelming. I didn't know what I was doing and didn't care for that matter I just knew that I had to have this man inside of me. I pushed him down on my bed. He lay there gazing at me as I slowly take off my clothes. So many thoughts racing through my head. I had to taste him. I straddled him, started to kiss his lips, his chest. My tongue lingered down his abs. I made my way down and slipped him into my mouth. It was like nothing I have ever tasted before. It felt hard and strong, I had to have more. I started to lick and suck feverishly as if it were oxygen and I was losing my breath. I could feel it tightening in my mouth and knew it was time to get down to business. I caught his eye when I glanced up, it was then I felt his powerful grip on my waist hoisting me up on the bed. He was over me now. I needed this man, I had to have this man. I felt his lips on my neck on my shoulders. I was getting goosebumps. I closed my eyes, just letting the sensations of his tongue explore my body. I could feel him ever so lightly kissing my inner thighs.

Something was building inside of me just waiting to burst. He started to lick my spot. I started to get real hot. I could my lower abs start to twitch in anticipation. I knew he felt it too, he started to lick and suck at such a pace that my nerves didn't know what was happening it was like a tidal wave of ecstasy washing over my body. I couldn't take it anymore. He had to be inside of me.

I grabbed his face and kissed him long and hard. Everything about him tasted so good. I rolled him over and I was on top. I leaned over and grabbed my spare cuffs from the nite table. Before he knew it he was cuffed to my bed and blindfolded. He started to say something. "Sssh, I just want you feel", I said. I straddled him so my back was facing him. I slowly guided him into me and began to ride him slowly at first building up to such intensity that I could hear him moaning and feel him getting harder. No I needed more. I slowed it down a bit. I uncuffed him and said "I need it from behind, now"...Without hesitation there I was on all fours gripping the metal of my bed for dear life as he thrusted ferociously into me. I started to cum and I felt this numbness just take over my body, the sweat just dripping off of me. Just as I was about to collapse I felt him explode inside of me and another wave of numbness took a hold of me. We dropped to the bed, both panting, not saying a word.

There we were in a fog. It was about 30 minutes before I remembered about the laundry. We got dressed and made our way back downstairs to the laundromat. As we begin to take our clothes out and pack it away he glances over and all I could say was "I'll be back to do another load in 2 weeks"............I walked out the door not knowing how much truth there was in what I had just said, but I had a feeling we would be crossing paths again.

-Submitted Anonymously

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Friday, January 18, 2013

Oops! My First Orgasm Near A Woman!

Men are basically lazy. Let's face it, who do you think invented the remote control for the television? It was a married guy who didn't have any kids to change the channel. We're also not the most patient of God's creatures. How many guys out there have, at one time or another, wanted a pocket knife while trying to take your girlfriend's or wife's bra off? Especially the ones with the hidden front clasps which, by the way, I believe are also used to secure the engines to the wings of a Boeing 747. Most of us become grunting animals with a sports game on the television in a bar too.

Hell, if it weren't for the beer and car commercials, we'd probably piss in our pants before a televised game was over. As it is, I've seen some guys do just this, only because they didn't want to miss any of the action. Also, God forbid that a rational thought ever enter our head while we have a hard-on. I'm not really sure, but I think this is the criteria Catholic's use to elect a new Pope. I don't mean they pick a candidate who can still think with a hard-on, although this in itself would be a miracle, but that the new pontiff must be past the age of even getting a hard-on! Where's all this leading to?

Regretfully and humiliatingly, I'm trying to work up the courage to tell you about the first time I ever had a climax with a female was present. Notice, I said 'female present'! She, or in my case the three of them, didn't share in this experience. They only watched.

As a reasonably normal and always horny teenager I had many orgasms before this, but I really don't count beating off while looking at a centerfold in some smelly bathroom as having sex. True, you eventually do come and it's better than nothing, but it's just not the same when you're alone and you DO feel like a jerk after you've finished.

Is this why some people call it jerking off? Unlike some of the stories you may have downloaded from this board (yours truly included), my sex life didn't begin with shapely, beautiful, walking wet-dreams throwing me down the on playground and fucking my brains out.

Way back then, if a girl liked you, she hit you a lot and pestered you in the most annoying way. To a boy who couldn't even spell hormones yet, let alone know what they were, this was not a person you wanted to be near. To me, girls were to be avoided. Somewhere along the line, as all 5 and 6 year old boys find out, I realized I was stronger than the girls who were hitting me, so it was only logical that I should start to hit them back.

This was when I first enrolled in the course; Big Brothers - 101. Looking back at this period of time in my life, it's really a shame my school didn't include the subject on their report cards. My parents would have definitely been more proud of me. There were so many Big Brothers, and those of us who attended their classes had a difficult time graduating. Besides learning the relationship between a cold compress and a black eye, I was taught how to properly re-align mangled fingers, the different techniques of stopping a bleeding nose, shown that, yes, I could be lifted up by the ears just like a puppy, and for the last lesson I was amazed to learn the tiny things hanging between my legs had nothing at all to do with how much pee I could retain before I finally had to find a toilet.

The small and hard to control rubbery organ, which I seldom pulled out in time anyway, was primarily there for pain! Big Brothers always hit or kicked these first so they must be protected at all times. With all this new knowledge, I focused my attention on sports and stopped hitting little girls. I felt thought if someone I was competing against in a sport hit me, I could justifiably and probably hit them back without the threat of retaliation from a Big Brother.

From the age of 7 until I turned 16, I ran up against a whole different set of problems, though. Not to appear boastful, but I was pretty good at almost every sport I tried out for. I didn't have any silly dreams of becoming an All American. I just wanted to be good enough to make everyone forget about Johnny, Wilt Chamberlain and Sandy Colfax. But again, those dreaded girls came out of the woodwork. Thankfully, they had retired their Mohammed Ali like jabs and, more importantly, their brothers were chained up in basements, or in jail where they belonged.

The girls now began giving me these strange looks instead of hitting me, and started to ask me to walk them home from school, like I was some kind of bodyguard. A few even suggested we do our homework together. Boy, these frilly little things sure were dumb. I could take the garbage out at home by myself! I had to be told 8 or 9 dozen times, but I certainly didn't need their help doing it.

Little did I know all of their kindness made these girls even more dangerous. To be fair, they weren't this way intentionally. Anyway, this was when I enrolled in my second extracurricular studies; 'The Disposition of a Jealous Boyfriend'.

I can't really say this course was more difficult than 'Big Brothers', but I sure did hate all the pop-quizzes. You know the ones I'm talking about, where you walk around a corner and suddenly four or five guys are standing there, looking at you as if you just said something bad about ALL of their mothers.

If the female readers of this story think men have no idea what it's like to be gang-banged, you're mistaken! Some of us have a pretty fair idea of what it must feel like. The best result of the class 'Jealous Boyfriends' was that our family doctor and I became close friends. I also learned a lot about hospital emergency room procedures and X-ray machines.

After a particularly hard homework assignment from two jealous guys and three of their friends one afternoon, I was waiting in the antiseptic hallway of my new campus; "The Hospital of Forms, Forms, and More Forms'. As people walked by, I was trying to keep my crotch covered. Being 14 at the time, I thought everyone wanted to see how big or small I was down there. Nobody was really sneaking any peaks, but they kept giving me these funny looks.

"What happened this time, Ken?" a soft voice asked.

It was Mrs. Unbelievable, a young and very attractive volunteer worker I first met when I had my nose broken a couple years back, and who I last saw a few months ago when my friendly doctor finally fixed the hernia left over from my 'Big Brother' days.

"I think my arm and a couple of my fingers are broke this time." I replied, lifting my left hand up and forgetting all about the gown. Although it hurt like hell and tears came to my eyes, I wanted to show her it beat the shit out of getting kicked in the nuts again.

"That looks painful so why don't you put your hand back in your lap, and we'll get you over to X-ray."

When her gentle fingers wrapped themselves around my wrist to place my hand down, the pain disappeared. I suddenly became aware of two things. Her tits! Those magnificent, missile-shaped mountains of flesh were almost poking me in the eyes. I could even see the white lace covering them up beneath her blouse.

"You can cut my hand off, just don't move." I found myself mumbling.

Luckily, Mrs. Bountiful-Boobs misinterpreted my words.

"You're such a baby! Of course we have to move you. If your arm and fingers really are broken, the doctor will have to reset them but I promise he won't have to amputate your hand."

I almost jumped out of the wheelchair when I felt her hands on my thighs, trying to close the gown.

"Honestly, Ken! I think you're a bit of a show-off! You're always putting this thing on the wrong way."

"Everyone can see my rear end if I wear it the other way!"

"Would you rather they see something else? Oh well, just keep it closed until I get you to X-ray."

I was definitely going to keep it closed! I now had a hard-on you wouldn't believe, and it wouldn't go away!

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" Mrs. Juggernaut-Jugs asked when we reached the elevator.

I couldn't reply. I had lost the ability to speak the moment her tits started bouncing up and down on my head while she wheeled me through the hospital. I then felt her leaning over me, the front of her soft warheads poking into my shoulders now.

"Don't you think you should cover up again?" she almost whispered as the elevator doors opened.

I don't believe I'll ever be more embarrassed as I was then. I looked up and saw two girls, maybe 17 or 18, both of them wearing the red stripped outfits and both of them giggling their heads off while staring at my lap.

I must have been dreaming about Mrs. Nike Missiles because my dick was harder than ever and sticking straight up out of the gown I had on backward.

"I'm sure you two have something better to do," my private Florence Nightingale said, "so stop embarrassing this poor boy and move out of the way."

Just before she pushed my wheelchair, I leaned my head back to beg her to wait for the next elevator. While gazing at the two perfumed beauties only inches above me, my hand slipped and out popped my dick again.

I must have looked like someone who just received a lobotomy, cause all I could do was drool over the two lace covered mounds which were about to smother me.

When her hands closed the front of my gown and then patted it in place, I went off like a rocket! My dick sprang free once more and waved around, spraying my cum like I had never done in the bathroom back home.

No, the two girls in the elevator didn't suddenly drop to their knees and start devouring my dick. And no, Mrs. Make-Me-Lose-Control didn't begin to lick my eruption from her fingers and beg me for more.

In my mind they did all this, but in reality the two girls began laughing their asses off and Mrs. Baker (the volunteer's real name) jumped away from me like I had some dreadful contagious disease.

After finishing in the X-Ray department, someone else wheeled me over to get a cast put on my broken hand and arm. The coaches at school cried a little, but I didn't tell them what really happened. After all, I still had other limbs to worry about!

Yes, the story of how I acted like a sex pervert by jacking-off in the elevator had run the rumor mill even before I was released. My friendly doctor told me the version he heard, and I gave him mine after he explained Mrs. Baker could be fired because of what happened.

The only good thing about the whole incident was how everything was blown out of proportion. All the female nurses kept checking me out with sly smiles, and several offered to help me into my street clothes. Of course, I wasn't as big and didn't come as much as all the rumors said, but who was I to spoil all those dreams (I'm talking about mine, not all the nurses).

I did have a chance to see Mrs. Baker several times later, but she would only smile, say hello, and quickly walk away from me. Can't say as I really blame her. All those rumors were more cruel to her than me, but they did eventually die down.

-Submitted Anonymously

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Thursday, January 17, 2013

My Neighbor

Several years ago when I was in my first marriage I went through a very unique experience that a few friends and my present wife Sue have suggested to me that I should share. Ann and I married young and we lived in a townhouse development. We both thought that we were in love (I know that we were) but somehow after about three years things became distant and stale between us. We never fought or anything like that, it's just that for some reason we grew apart.

When Ann finished college she entered the work force immediately. Her career became her passion and quite honestly she just totally lost her sex drive. I've heard of that happening sometimes to people. On the other hand at that time at the age of 24 I was experiencing totally the opposite. I was not getting anything in the bedroom and it was something that was always on my mind.

Next door lived a couple who were older than us and kept pretty much to themselves but were very nice. Fred and Sharon were living temporarily in their townhouse (18 months) while their new gigantic house was being built across town in the new 'upper crust' development. Fred was some high up big shot with a major hotel chain. He had almost all of the hotels in the eastern half of the country under him. He was gone a lot.

Every now and then Ann would next door and have coffee with Sharon. It looked like they created a little bit of a friendship. What brings me into the story is what I found out happened every afternoon over at Fred and Sharon's apartment.

The townhouses had very small backyards enclosed with privacy fence. Upstairs I could see down into their backyard. By accident or maybe by luck, I found out that every afternoon Sharon would spend about two hours lying in the sun topless. Her bottoms were nothing more than a couple strings. She looked incredible. I don't know if she realized she was being spied on or if she just didn't care. My wife Ann worked during the day and I worked evenings. I had our apartment to myself and every afternoon I would be upstairs just worshipping Sharon's gorgeous body. I found out later that she was 36. 12 years older than me. She had a body that women dream to about having.

I was so sex deprived I couldn't help stroking myself as I looked at her many of the times. It was so easy to fantasize making love to her, but in all reality I knew that I wasn't in her class, so fantasy would have to do. This fantasy thing went on several weeks. Several weeks of fucking her in my mind and shooting my love juice by hand.

One day around late morning I was just finishing shaving when the phone rang. The voice said, 'Hello, Tom, this is Sharon next door'. Wow, you talk about instant hard on! She went on to explain to me that they had just bought a new DVD player and could I hook it up to the TV for her. I put on my shoes and went over.

While I was hooking up the DVD player Sharon carried on conversation with me until I was finished. When I had finished she insisted on me sitting down and having a glass of iced tea. When she handed it to me she said that Ann had told her that I liked mint flavored tea and that's how she made this especially for me.

As we talked I became more and more comfortable with Sharon and was really occupied with imagining whether or not she had anything on under the silky button up house coat that she was wearing. Her nipples were pressing against it and were very noticeable. The bottom two or three buttons were not buttoned and it was becoming more and more difficult to control my eyes as she sat across from me.

Then she broke the ice by saying, 'Ann told me that the two of you hardly have anything in common'. At first I was speechless but then admitted to her that it was true. Sharon went on to tell me about Ann's lack of sex drive and my craving for sex all of the time. I admitted that it was true. The whole conversation suddenly went very deep.

'Do you like watching me out of your window?' she asked looking right into my face. I gazed back at her for what seemed like an eternity before answering, 'Yes, I do like watching you.' Then Sharon said to me, 'There are a lot of things that Fred and I don't have in common but there is one thing that we both have very much in common'. 'What is that?' I asked becoming increasingly interested. 'We both love cock', she answered. 'That's right, Fred is gay. He's not even Bi. He's totally gay'.

Sharon stood up in front of me and somehow her house coat fell to the floor revealing her tanned naked body. She reached out with her hand and pulled me up from my chair. Her face was only inches in front of mine when she began unhooking my belt as she made this incredible declaration.

'You and I have something that each of us want. I'm living in an open marriage. Fred doesn't mind what I do to satisfy my cravings. Ann gave me the green light to inquire with you for the services of your cock. If you like what you see then all four of us are in agreement. I will never leave Fred because of the security that I have with him. But you and I can be very valuable to each other in satisfying each other's needs. 'Are you interested? ' she asked with a smile on her face.

The age difference did not seem to mean a thing. We became so sexually compatible that we met together three and four times a week for the next several months. Sharon loved sucking my cock every time for a half hour or so before she begged me to fuck her. One time my cock was in her for about two hours without pulling it out. Sometimes she wanted slow fucked and other times wanted pounded. However she wanted it, she got it.

Fred and Sharon eventually moved into their new house. Ann and I divorced on good terms and went our separate ways and I moved into a smaller apartment. About five months went by since the last time I was with Sharon when as I was entering a store she was just coming out. We both stopped and gazed at each other.

I said, 'How do you like your new house?' She answered, 'I love it!' and after a pause added, 'but there sure are some things about that townhouse that I miss!' 'Yea, me too', I said. 'Hey, how about I take you over and show you the house?' she asked. 'I'll bring you back to your car later'.

I got in the car with her and went over to her beautiful new house. It was huge. When we got into the front door while still in the foyer we immediately began kissing and taking off each other's clothes. She sucked my cock until I almost blew and then I put her down on the floor and got between her beautiful opened thighs and slid into her hungry pussy. We picked up where we had left off and began seeing each other up until Sue entered the picture. That's when Sharon backed off and we have remained great friends.

Sue often joked about us having a threesome with Sharon but I never did try to arrange it. Sue has since satisfied all my sex cravings. But I must admit that a threesome does sound really good.