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A Learning Experience

28 Sunday Jan 2018

Posted by BNG in Adult Fantasy, Anal Sex, Erotic Fansasy, Erotic Fiction, Erotic Romance, Erotica, Lesbian, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Passion & Pleasure, Sex Stories, Short Erotic Stories, Three Some, Threesome

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When it comes to sex, I’ve always perceived myself as very open,

sophisticated, adventurous, erotic and fairly aggressive, in a lady-like way.

I have a very healthy sexual appetite and usually find a way of getting what I

want when I want it. And what I wanted, several months ago, was Eric, an

English professor who joined our department at the beginning of the Fall term.

   The first time I met Eric, at our weekly staff meeting, I was immediately

taken not only by his obvious intelligence, but by his quick wit and easy,

self-effacing humor. The fact that he was extremely handsome, very tall and

muscular with a lean, athletic kind of build was certainly a bonus, but the

fact that he was black somehow made him even more appealing.

   Under the guise of explaining our unusual curriculum to him, I invited

him to dinner at my home the following Saturday night and he happily accepted.

I couldn’t wait for the weekend and Bliterally counted the hours waiting to

get that black stud in bed with me.

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   Saturday night finally arrived and after showering and preening for two

hours, I carefully selected my wardrobe to best show off my figure without

appearing too obvious. Since I have very large, firm breasts with very

prominent nipples, I decided on a silk beige blouse and matching high-slit

wraparound linen skirt. I almost always go braless and the blouse, although

not a see-through, was very clingy and revealing and the smooth silk fabric

constantly brushing against my nipples always kept them wonderfully excited. I

also decided on a very sexy lace garterbelt, sheer stockings and my highest,

sexiest black heels. Obviously swept up in one of those moods, I thought,

“what the hell”, and at the last minute decided to remove my French cut lace

panties. Checking myself out in the full length mirror, I knew that if this

outfit didn’t do it, nothing would.

   The doorbell rang, I quickly checked my hair and makeup one last time in

the mirror and raced to answer it. The moment I opened the door, my bubble

instantly burst. It was Eric, casually dressed in a sexy linen jacket, open

shirt and incredibly tight designer jeans, looking better in person than he

did in my fantasies. But, to my surprise and consternation, he was not alone.

With him was a very pretty, young, petite Caucasian woman whom he introduced

as Karen. His wife.

   After my initial shock, and doing my best to mask my disappointment, I

graciously invited them in. We chatted amicably and I took their drink orders,

retreating quickly to the privacy of my kitchen where I finally allowed myself

to quietly vent my exasperation. A few seconds later, Karen came in, offering

to help. Painting on a smile, I showed her where the hors d’ourves were and

she moved down the counter to get the tray while I got our drinks.

   As Karen gathered the tray and napkins, she looked at me curiously,

smiled, and, somewhat embarrassed, said, “Eric didn’t tell me you were so

beautiful.”

   Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. I returned her smile and what I

wanted to say was ‘Eric didn’t tell me he was married’, but instead, I

accepted the complement and returned one. She was really a delightful, bubbly

young woman and although I was now resigned to sleeping with my trusty

vibrator that night, I realized that at the very least the dinner and

conversation would not be a total loss.

   Between the three of us, we drained two bottles of wine before dinner and

were becoming more than a little giddy. As I opened and poured the third

bottle of wine, I suddenly realized that every time I bent over, both Eric and

Karen got more than an eyeful of my sizable breasts swaying beneath my blouse.

It may have been the wine or even an unconscious act of revenge, but even

after I realized it, I continued to flaunt my tits for Eric. And I was

enjoying it immensely.

   The evening actually progressed very nicely. Karen, I learned was as

intelligent and as witty as Eric and not quite as young as I imagined. She had

beautiful long blonde hair done up in a French braid and was, I couldn’t help

admitting, an extremely attractive woman. She was also warm, gracious, open

and spontaneous – easy to know and even easier to like. By the end of dinner

we were talking like old friends and truly enjoying one another’s company.

   After dinner, when I returned to the living room with our Brandies, Eric

and Karen were standing at the bookcase thumbing through one of my books of

erotic photographs. The particular book they had found was a volume of

beautiful color plates of women loving women. Although I am not remotely a

lesbian, or even bisexual, I’ve always found those photographs to be extremely

erotic. And from the bulge in Eric’s tight jeans, he must have thought so, too.

   “I like your taste in…literature,” Eric grinned as I handed him his

drink.

   I’m sure I blushed as I stammered, “It’s research for a course in

American Eroticism I was thinking of teaching.” And I took a big gulp of my

Brandy.

   “Anything you say, Mickey,” Eric chuckled and they moved “over to the

sofa with the volume.

   It was immediately obvious to me that the pictures didn’t faze Karen in

the least. Sitting there, Eric turned the pages slowly and they casually

exchanged comments about the women in the photographs. Without thinking, I

drifted over to the sofa, sat down next to Karen and looked at the pictures

with them.

   Eric flipped another page and Karen suddenly put her hand on his to stop

him. She studied the photograph and exclaimed, “God, Eric, look at her

breasts, they’re gorgeous.” He nodded his agreement and Karen turned to me and

said, “some women are so lucky to have such nice tits. I’m so damn small on

top.”

   “I always tell you, honey, it’s quality, not quantity,” Eric laughed,

“isn’t that right, Mickey?”

   “Not when you can have both,” I replied too smartly. “See,” Karen

admonished Eric, “Mickey’s right. And look at her, doesn’t she have the most

fabulous figure?”

   “Yep,” Eric agreed, looking directly at me, “how could anyone not notice

that body.”

   “If I had breasts like yours, Mick,” Karen continued, “I’d never hide

them. I’d probably go topless to the supermarket.”

   “I never tried that,” I laughed, “but it would sure be hell around the

frozen foods, wouldn’t it?”

   “Not to mention the old ladies who like to squeeze the melons,” Eric

added with a mischievous gleam in his eye.

   We all laughed at the image I suddenly realized that the lascivious

direction the conversation was taking was actually turning me on. Eric turned

another page in the book and reflexively, Karen and I both leaned over to get

a better look at the photo. It was a beautiful photograph of two nude women

lying face to face on a satin sheet, looking into each other’s eyes,

tentatively touching the other’s nipple.

   “God,” Karen whispered, “this is really turning me on.”

   “You, too,” I giggled self consciously?

   “Yeah. I’ve never done anything like that. Have you?”

   “No,” I said, shaking my head.

   And then Eric looked at both us with a sly smile forming on his lips and

said, “Mickey, do you have a Polaroid camera?”

   More than surprised, shocked, really, Karen and I glanced at each other

knowing exactly what Eric had in mind and we both simultaneously seemed to

shrug ‘why not?’. I took another healthy sip of Brandy, and smiling

sheepishly, replied, “No, but I do have a video camera.”

   It all seemed to happen so quickly and easily. We moved into the bedroom

and, giggling like nervous teenagers, we set up the camera and tripod and

jury-rigged some lights. As Eric finished setting up, I went back to the

kitchen for yet another bottle of wine. Alone in the kitchen, I desperately

tried to collect my thoughts and composure, but I was so excited and aroused,

I felt I was moving in a daze.

   Shaking, I returned to the bedroom, ready for anything. Eric had taken

off his jacket and was finishing adjusting the camera while Karen turned down

the quilt on my kingsize brass bed. In anticipation of my night alone with

Eric, I had changed the bedclothes into my sexiest satin sheets and

pillowcases.

   Throwing both our feminist politics and our caution to the wind, Karen

and I agreed that Eric would be the “director” and we would be his willing

“porn stars”, obeying his every “creative” whim. And Eric wasted no time

exercising his authority as he ordered us on to the middle of the bed. Karen

and I nervously but dutifully complied and sat there, giggling with more than

a little nervous embarrassment, as Eric focused the camera.

   He had turned the television toward the bed and, like a TV monitor, I was

able to watch us come into focus as Eric zoomed in and out trying to get just

the right framing. Karen and I both mugged playfully for the camera, until

Eric, taking charge, said, “Okay, ladies, show time. Let’s start with a kiss.”

   This was it. My mouth went dry and I could hear my pulse pounding in my

ears. Neither Karen nor I were sure how to proceed and we just looked at each

other, hesitating.

   “Oh, come on,” Eric chided us, “how tough can it be to kiss? You’ve both

done it before.”

   He was right. How difficult could it be? And Karen’s sexy, pouty mouth

was certainly eminently kissable. So, swallowing hard, I leaned into her and

slowly brushed my lips across hers. In that moment, I learned two crucial

things about myself. First, I was not as sexually liberated as I thought I

was, and second, the thought of actually making love to this beautiful,

gentle, young woman while her incredibly sexy husband photographed us made my

head spin and my heart pound in excitement. And then Eric’s voice invaded my

thoughts.

   He had stopped the camera and was looking at us, shaking his head with a

smirk on his face. “You call that a kiss? C’mon, Kar, I’ve seen you kiss Bogie

with more passion than that.”

   “Who’s Bogie,” I asked curiously?

   “She…she’s our cat,” Karen giggled.

   Eric and I both laughed and he said, “See…what’s the difference?

Kissing a pussy is kissing a pussy, isn’t it?”

   Karen laughed, too, and blushed, averting her eyes from mine. Still

laughing nervously myself, I put my hand on her shoulder, reassuring her as

Eric went back to the camera and rewound it.

   “Okay ladies,” Eric shouted with mock authority, “once more, from the

top, this time with feeling.”

   I smiled at Karen and whispered, “do you want to?”

   She smiled back, nervously, and nodded. I could tell from her look and

from breathing that she wanted to as much as I did so, assuming a more

aggressive role, with my hand still on her shoulder I leaned in and kissed her

again, allowing my lips to linger a little longer and harder on hers than

before. We both closed our eyes and savored the moment.

   I had never sexually kissed another woman before and now nearly cursed

myself for not doing it earlier. Karen’s lips were so incredibly soft, so

totally unlike kissing a man. I couldn’t believe how exciting and arousing it

was. Reluctant to break the spell, I slowly and sensually moved my lips back

and forth across Karen’s, feeling the softness of her mouth as she kissed me

back.

   “That’s it, that’s right,” Eric encouraged us, “kiss her, baby, turn her

on.”

   It was good to hear Eric’s voice, reminding me of his omniscient

presence, but neither Karen nor I really needed much more encouragement.

Growing more excited, our mouths opened simultaneously as we tentatively,

hesitantly sought each others tongues. As we slowly and tenderly explored each

other’s mouth, Eric continued offering encouragement, but his words and his

voice just seemed to fade in the distance as I began losing myself in Karen’s

heavenly mouth. My nipples stiffened precipitously and I could feel the

familiar tingle of my juices welling up deep, deep within my womb and begin to

flow like icy-hot lava down the walls of my tunnel. I didn’t want this to end

and prayed that Karen felt the same way. Then, as I drew her warm, wet tongue

deep into my mouth and sucked it, I heard her whimper faintly and I knew, I

knew she wanted it as desperately as I did.

   After what seemed a lifetime, we finally tore our lips apart and just

looked at each other somewhat astonished. Her lips were glistening with my

saliva as I’m sure mine were from hers. And then we just laughed and hugged

each other, turning our faces to Eric for his approval.

   “How was that,” I finally gushed, trying to catch my breath?

   “Not bad, not bad, uh, let’s try it again from another angle.” Eric was

so turned on, he could barely speak. The bulge in his jeans had grown

perceptibly and it was impossible for him to conceal it. But comfort triumphed

over embarrassment and he finally just shrugged and laughed and reached down

to his groin to rearrange the position of his cock. And then, trying to act

casually, said, “Okay, ladies, come on, where were we?”

   “In heaven,” I responded.

   “Then shall we return?”

  “Yes, let’s,” I whispered, more to Karen than Eric, and I turned to kiss

her again.

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   The ice had been broken with our first kiss and this time we just melted

into each other’s mouth. Our tongues quickly began their urgent dance again

and this time Karen sucked mine into her hot mouth. Our passions grew quickly

and in a matter of seconds, Karen was whimpering again, trying to draw more

and more of my tongue into her hungry mouth.

   “Yeah, right, beautiful,” Eric whispered, “okay, Karen, put your hand on

Mickey’s tit.”

   Still kissing passionately, Karen hesitated and then slowly reached up

with her free hand and barely laid the palm of her hand against the side of my

breast with her fingers nearly touching my back. I could feel the warmth and

moisture of her hand through my flimsy silk blouse and I loved the softness of

her touch. Wanting more, I turned my body against her hand, filling it with

the fullness of my breast. Karen whimpered again and just held it lightly.

   “Christ,” Eric exclaimed. There was no doubt he was as excited as we

were. “Okay, now squeeze it, baby, go ahead, squeeze it.”

   And Karen did. Lightly, gently, wonderfully. I moaned softly, deep into

her mouth, and she squeezed my tit harder. I laid my hand on top of hers,

guiding it up to my pounding nipple and we caressed it together. But it was

not enough. I reached up, pulled my blouse open and exposed my naked breast to

her touch and Karen’s fingers glided over it as if she was polishing a

fragile, cherished possession.

   My desire for Karen became overwhelming. Whatever women did to other

women, I wanted. I wanted to feel her body next to mine, holding me, squeezing

me, becoming part of me. Reluctantly, I broke our kiss, smiling as Karen’s

lips hungrily sought to recapture mine and she groaned a childlike groan of

disappointment. She had a glazed, angelic expression on her face and could

barely catch her breath. I’m sure I was the same.

   “I want to make love to you,” I breathed and began unbuttoning the last

few buttons of my blouse.

   Karen nodded, unable to speak or catch her breath, and removed her hand

from my breast. As I pulled my blouse off and untied the belt of my skirt, we

kept searching each other’s eyes, ignoring Eric, who, at this point was

strangely silent. With my blouse off and my opened skirt barely draped over my

stocking-tops, I reached for Karen’s sweater. Without a word, she raised her

arms and allowed me to pull it up over her head in one motion.

   Karen’s breasts, although much smaller than mine, were exquisitely shaped

and very firm. Her nipples, which were as hard as rosy red marbles, pointed

upwards from the upper slope of her breasts rather than the tips. “They’re

beautiful,” I whispered to her, drawing my fingertips down her chest to her

stiff, white tipped nipples and guided my fingers around the puffy, burgundy

red circles of her swollen areolas.

   “Pinch them, Mickey,” Eric suddenly sputtered, focusing the camera into

a closeup of Karen’s nipples that filled the TV screen, “pinch ’em, she loves

that.”

   Following Eric’s instructions, I cupped Karen’s lovely tits in my hands

and slid my thumbs and forefingers up to her nipples, capturing them and

squeezing them gently. Karen shut her eyes and groaned loudly and I leaned in

to kiss them. Karen whimpered as I kissed first her left nipple and then her

right, noticing how truly sensitive they were.

   A few moments later, I relinquished her nipples and let my fingers drift

further down her taut body to the waistband of her jeans, unbuttoned it and

struggled to get the zipper down. But because we were still sitting in the

middle of the bed, getting it down gracefully was absolutely impossible and we

both laughed nervously.

   Karen smiled and whispered, “Let me do it.” And scrutinizing my eyes, she

got up and stood on the bed next to me and teasingly unzipped her fly. “Now

try it.”

   Grasping the waistband, I wriggled the tight jeans over her hips and slid

them down her slender legs. As I did, her tiny sheer white bikini panties slid

partially down her hips too, unintentionally exposing a fringe of pubic hair.

Karen’s first instinct was to grab her panties, but then, after a moment’s

hesitation, instead of pulling her panties back up, she subtly turned her body

toward me and sensuously slid them down her legs.

   Standing over me as she was, Karen’s pussy was no more than six inches

from my eyes. And it was beautiful. Except for a small tuft of wispy, baby

fine blonde hair on top, her cunt was as hairless and smooth as the day she

was born. And I was fascinated by it, transfixed by the sheer, floral beauty

of her thick, pouty vaginal lips glistening with her sweet, fragrant juices. I

don’t know what possessed me, but I couldn’t control myself. My hands went up

behind her and I caressed her small, firm ass. Then, suddenly, I pulled her

hips forward and slowly brushed my lips through her soft pubic patch.

   Even more surprised than I was, Karen lost her breath and shuddered. She

had to grasp my head to keep from falling, but rather than move away, she

thrust her hips forward, pushing her cunt harder against my mouth and I

brazenly kissed and nibbled her wet pussy, inhaling her thick, rich, feminine

aroma. It was my very first taste of another woman’s cunt. And I was hooked.

Wanting so much more, I withdrew my lips from hers, grabbed her hands and

eased her back down on the bed next to me. As I did, my untied skirt fell

open, finally exposing my flared, sopping pussy to Eric, Karen and the camera.

But I was too far gone to care.

   Unlike Karen’s, my puss is blanketed with an inordinate tangle of thick

black pubic hair. When I was younger, I used to trim it into a neat triangle,

but so many lovers had told me how much they loved my copious bush, I just let

it grow naturally. And now, framed by my lace garter belt and stocking tops,

its effect was not lost on Eric and Karen.

   When Eric saw it, he exclaimed, “Oh, shit,” and nearly knocked over the

camera trying to focus in on it.

   Our passions momentarily diverted, we both got up on our elbows and

glanced over to Eric as he valiantly tried to rearrange his massive prick

trapped in his jeans. From the outline on his crotch, I could only imagine the

size of the monster he had hidden away and wondered how petite little Karen

could possibly accommodate him.

   As Karen lovingly caressed my tits, she glanced dewey-eyed at her husband

and smiled. “Honey,” Karen breathed, “why don’t you just take them off. At

this point I doubt Mickey would mind, would you?”

   “Hardly,” I confirmed, barely looking at Eric as I concentrated on the

wonderful feeling of Karen’s hands on my tits.

   “Bless you, lady,” Eric exclaimed and in a flash, he pulled off his

shirt, unsnapped his jeans and pulled them off, literally sighing with relief.

   When I finally looked back at Eric, I thought I had died and gone to sex

heaven. Eric had the most incredibly beautiful body I had ever seen. His wide

chest was tight and smooth and muscular and tapered to his perfectly flat

stomach and narrow waist. And he had a great ass: high and round and tight.

But what really took my breath away was his cock. Under his jeans, Eric was

wearing a skimpy black nylon thong pouch that did little more than support his

huge balls and direct his stiff prick upwards. But his gorgeous, ebony pole

was so big, at least six or seven inches of it protruded straight up, out of

the pouch, practically reaching his naval.

   I literally gasped in astonishment. I tried not to stare, but couldn’t

help myself. I had never, never in my life been this aroused.

   Karen caught me staring and it was her turn to smile slyly. “Like you

said before,” she gloated between short, excited breaths, “nothing beats

quantity and quality.” And then, teasing my incredibly sensitive nipples

between her fingers, she leaned into me and once again we began kissing

passionately.

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   What followed for the next forty-five minutes was a complete blur to me.

If it wasn’t for the video tape which I have watched countless times, I

couldn’t possibly remember the details. But the joy that ensued, the absolute

ecstasy of it is still, to this day, unforgettable.

   Completely ignoring Eric and the camera, Karen and I kissed incessantly,

hungrily, passionately and then just slowly and sensuously melted into each

other, groaning and whimpering we were both just this side of sobbing for joy.

Our stiff, acutely sensitive nipples met, rubbed each other and then our tits

crushed together. Our bodies glistened with silky perspiration as we squeezed

each other, rolling on the bed our bellies touched, our legs intertwined, our

pubic bones began grinding together, our juices mingled, and still we kissed.

Our hands slid down one another’s sweat dampened back and we cupped and

squeezed each other’s ass. This was what love making was intended to be.

   We stopped kissing only to catch our breath, but our bodies stayed

entwined, breast to breast, belly to belly, cunt to cunt. Looking deep into

each other’s glazed eyes, we both knew how much we wanted each other, but

neither of us could verbalize it. So I made the first move.

   Pulling away from Karen, I began kissing and nibbling and licking my way

down her beautiful body. Her hands left my ass and she placed them gently on

my head, guiding my descent. My mouth moved savagely around her tits, licking,

lapping, sucking. I found one of her nipples and drew it deep into my mouth,

flicking my tongue over the tip, feeling the pounding pulse beat in her nipple

with my lips. Gently, I bit her nipple, but as my teeth cautiously sank into

her rigid bud, she moaned so loudly I thought I had hurt her, but then she

began gasping the word “yes, yes, yes” over and over again. And I did the same

to her other nipple.

   With her hands still on my head, Karen pushed me lower. I began squeezing

and tugging her nipples between my fingers as I trailed my tongue down her

flat, salty stomach, stopping at her little pubic tuft. But Karen’s hands were

insistent, pushing, urging my face lower as she parted her thighs widely in

anticipation. The sweet, pungent aroma of her juices filled my nostrils,

overwhelming me. For a moment, I just stared at her beautiful cunt, watching

her fragile, inner lips opening like a blooming rose covered in dew. And I

knew I had to have her.

   Shifting my position, Karen raised her knees and I moved between them,

caressing her soft inner thighs with my hands. I parted her legs even wider

and slowly lowered my head between them. I then slid my hands beneath her ass,

raising her hips slightly, and covered her pussy with my waiting, eager mouth.

And as if it had a mind of its own, my tongue slowly, tentatively invaded her

burning hot, velvety smooth slit. It was incredible. It was my first taste of

pussy and I savored every nuance of it.

   Closing my eyes, I slowly drew the tip of my tongue up her labia and then

all the way down to her little pink, puckered asshole. Karen screamed. Her

entire body shuddered. Her hands left my head and slid beneath my mouth she

pried her lips apart and pushed her cunt against my mouth urging me to move

deeper into her.

   Imagining my tongue was some fantastic cock, I began screwing her with

it, rotating my mouth and tongue hard against her velvety soft pussy as I

burrowed deeper and deeper into her, grinding into her tight, hot tunnel. I

closed my mouth around her hole and began sucking her sweet, slippery juices.

Karen screamed again and I moaned in empathy, knowing exactly what she was

feeling. Her hands flew back and she began thrashing wildly, her whole body

bucking as she rotated her hips harder and harder against my mouth.

   Karen was on the verge of cumming and I was never so determined in my

life to make a lover cum. Still lathering her sweet, sensitive slit, I moved

my hands up and slowly worked my middle finger into her. My God was she tight,

much tighter than I was. The hot, dripping walls of Karen’s tunnel seemed to

grasp and hold my finger as I rotated it deeper and deeper into her and her

hips gyrated wildly against it. Karen groaned loudly, animalistically, urging

me on. Still finger fucking her, my lips found her inflamed clit and I drew

the warm, slippery bud into my mouth. Furiously, I flicked my tongue over it,

back and forth, around and around I was lost in a virtual feeding frenzy.

   Each breath Karen drew became louder and more demanding. Her thighs

suddenly clamped so hard on my head my ears rang. Her hands clawed and pulled

my hair. And then, as if time stood still, Karen drew in one long, loud,

screaming breath and froze, her entire body went rigid, waiting, waiting,

waiting…and then she came, screaming, groaning, whimpering, losing all of

her breath at once. And then she came again, crying, locking my head between

her soft thighs.

   Completely drained, we both rested for a moment, trying as best we could

to breathe. Karen’s drenched pussy was still so sensitive, even the slightest

movement of my head caused her entire body to shudder and tremble. A few

moments later, she parted her thighs and I felt her hands on my head, pulling

me up. I slid up her sweat glistening body, folding myself into her waiting

arms and kissing her gently. Karen pulled away slightly and her tongue washed

over my face and lips as she licked her own juices from my flushed skin.

Neither of us could talk. It wasn’t necessary.

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   As we lay, body to body, pressed together in pools of perspiration, I

knew I never wanted this night to end. And then I felt Eric’s firm hand on my

ass…and joyfully realized that the night was just beginning. But that’s

another story…

15 years old

28 Sunday Jan 2018

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Gee, guys, lots of hot stories on this board. feel inspired to tell

mine, but, it’s not as exciting as the ones i’ve read here. almost

feel a little embarrassed to tell mine cause my first time was with

my sister. I read you guys’ brother stories, especially that last

one and it makes me fantasize how cool it’d be if i had had a brother.

 I had a guy cousin, but he was a real skag. we got along ok, i

just never thought of takin down his pants like i did about some

of the guys in my music class, for example. But I did see his dick

once when he spent the night.

 i had a large room with two double beds that used to be my mom’s

and dad’s beds before they got married. i sleep in the one my dad

had and guests usually slept in the other. after the lights went

out and we were laying there in the moon beams, my bed being closest

to the window, my cousin jim asked me if i was jacking off. I told

him I wasn’t but i probably would if he wasn’t spending the night.

he told me he told me he was used to doin it around bed time, too,

and he wasn’t going to do it if I was looking at him. i was looking

out the window, anyway, and told him i wouldn’t turn around.

i heard the slapping sounds of another guy jacking off for the first

time. i got hard but didn’t stir in my bed. jim was two years younger

thann me and i suppose i just assumed the twirp had a two year smaller

dick than mine. just before my 16th birthday my dick was 5 3/4 inches

at rock hard. the thought of jim slamming his little pecker in my

mother’s bed crossed my mind and i wondered if he had much of a load

yet. also feeling slightly annoyed by his ability to so freely indulge

in himself, i chided him by making a few wisecracks, of which i can’t

remember, except for the last comment i made, to which he answered

something about his dick length reaching his navel. my memories

of details of the events preceding that moment are mostly a blur

blinded by the vivid thoughts that followed in my imagination of

how big that would make his dick. because although jim was only

14, he was already as tall as me and i estimated that if my dick

reached my belly button, it would have to be about 9 inches long.

 i’d head about guys with 9 inches, but i’d never seen one until i

leaped out of bed, turned on the light and revealed my cousin for

full inspection, i had to see this. as the light blinded him, he

shielded his eyes with his hands exposing his genitals for to my

full view. he wined at me to turn off the light, it was too bright.

i did. after climbing back into bed i laid there with the inage

of that 9 inch cock wishing it was on me and not him, courteously

despising him forevermore.

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 Easter vacation over, my cousin gone, i remember the following weeks

and subsequent summer very well. I was obsessed with the thought

of long cocks. the thought of how the head of my dick would feel

resting in my navel became a fantasy i mastrubated to as the weeks

passed. toward the end of the school year, i had a lot of half days

or days i wouldn’t have to go. one day i came home early and i saw

my sister’s boyfriend’s car parked out front. the thought crossed

my mind that i might see them having sex. my heart pounded loudly

as i walked through the house and didn’t find them, leaving only

my sister’s room for them to be in. my cock was hard as stone and

throbbing in anticipation of catching my sister and her boyfriend.

 I had a suspicion that my sister fucked with lots of guys. she

dressed so sexy, always making herself look desirable. before i

became obsessed with fantasies of having a big dick, i would fantasize

about my sister, wondering if shw was fucking any of the guys she

dated. she dated a lot. she was in college and went to lots of

parties. she probably thought that she’d have the house to herself

till mom got home, several hours away. she couldn’t have been expecting

me cause the door to her room was wide open.

 I saw everything, but, most of all i noticed is her boyfriend’s

dick. i had a perfect view of it as my sister was giving him head,

licking it like a lollipop. she was kneeling in front of him and

their profile was such an erotic sight i rubbed myself to orgasm

in my jeans only a moment after he came all over her face.

 One of the jets of cum Todd was shooting flew over my sister’s head

and landed on the bare flesh of her back. i don’t know why, but,

as it flew it caught my eye and as it landed i could feel it land

on my sister as if it was landing on me and the pleasure of that

sight while i was already orgasming, trying to do it silently, made

me gasp in euphoria as i flinched when the glob of cum landed. They

heard me and both turned their heads almost as fast as I darted out

of the doorway and flew down the hall. Once behind the closed door

of my bedroom, i remained silent wondering if i was going to be busted

and was awakened by my mother that evening when dinner was ready.

 My sister behaved normally through dinner and i was very quiet.

i couldn’t tell if she had figured that the noise she heard was me.

all i could think about through dinner and that evening were thoughts

about the scene i saw and the length of Todd’s dick. i even felt

a little depressed about how small my dick was, doubting that it

would get big, wondering if i’d have a chick kneeling before me like

my sister did for Todd. as my mother was telling me i looked a little

tired, i volunteered for bed immediately. Behind the closed doors

of my bedroom i laid in the moonbeam naked carressing my soft rubbery

shaft and massaging my balls.

 i was reaching for the ruler in my nightstand drawer when there was

a knock on the door that stopped my heart as i flew under the covers

saying, “come-in” fast enough before my sister would suspect that

i was enjoying myself that way. i knew her knock and was not surprised

that it was her as she came in my room, but, i was a little uncomfortable

about any confrontation about what i had seen earlier that afternoon.

when she closed the door behind her, i felt a hot flash through my

groin that tingled seeming like something i never felt before. as

she crossed the room she said that mom and dad had gone to bingo

and she thought she’d check if i needed anything, since i looked

a little under the weather. As she sat on the bed, i was laying

on my side, half curled up, noticing that my subsiding erection was

oozing a stream of juice down my leg. the way she sat herself next

to me, her hip was lightly grazing the tip of my dick. I thoughg

about whether it would noticibly be pressing against her if it got

fully hard again and it started to swell. i didn’t move as she spoke.

 then she told me that i looked like i was getting to be quite a man.

 she told me how she noticed girls admiring me. i played volleyball

and lots of girls hung around the courts and watched us. my sister

had a great voice, i loved to hear her talk. she brushed a lock

of hair away from my forehead like she did when i was a kid with

long hair. she took a hug and even though a little late, i reciprocated

squeezing her firmly and suddenly felt the sensations of her breast

against my bare chest and my cock throbbed and oozed. she felt it

against her hip and said, “heh, what’s this,” as she reached under

the covers and wrapped her fingers firmly around my cock and under

my balls. “OOO, little brothers’ got a hefty one there,” she chided

as she smirked about how she used to change my diapers and I can

show it to her. i only resisted a little as she slid the covers

down, pushing my hands out of the way as my naked body was exposed

to her full view. even if it was just flattery from a sister, the

look in her eyes made me feel like she was really admiring my body.

upon gazing at my cock and gently stroking and fondling, the look

in her eyes was the same as that reverent look she had in her eyes

for Todd’s cock as she carressed him with her tongue. the thought

of maybe she would do it to me, too, as she continued her massage

with her hands on my nuts made me moan as i rolled flat on my back

and thrust my hips shoving my cock and balls deeper into her fingers.

 “you are really becoming a handsome man.” were the last audible

words i heard from her before she began licking my balls like a lollipop.

 she sucked the into her mouth and got me all slobbery and slippery,

her hands working on the exposed flesh of my cock or balls that her

mouth wasn’t sucking. When she first wrapped her lips around the

tip, i thought i was going to go out of my mind. i released myself

totally to her as i squirmed from the sensations she was giving me.

 eventually she had my whole shaft sucked in her as far as i could

deliver and held me still for a few moments as i felt that i was

about to go into orgasm. even though we were motionless, i felt

the orgasm coming at first like it was far away. she held me very

still but real tight. for about a minute during which was one of

the most glorious climaxes i can remember. as orgasm got closer

and closer, my body went limper and limper to try to hold it off,

but my rock hard cock couldn’t handle the excitement of the sensation

my sister gave my cock. i yelled and grunted as cum shot from my

dick like an exploding geyser and groaned and purred when it felt

like it was flowing out like lava. my sister drank me up and licked

me soft and clean, making me feel like a real man.

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 Gradually she worked my dick back hard again and i was able to talk

a little and we laid side by side, her fondling me continuously,

casually, and gently, ocassionally, rubbing my hairless flat belly

which felt tighter, like after a workout. She praised my body and

i confided in her about how i thought my dick was too small. she

asked me if i had a ruler handy and i reached for the drawer i was

headed for when she first came in. she took it from me and measured

only 5 1/2 inches. She said, well, at least you’ve got enough to

please a woman.” I couldn’t tell if she was being sincere. it must

have shown in my eyes. She got up and removed all her clothes as

i watched. Her breasts were so nice. “wow,” was all i could say

as i stared at my first live vagina. my eyes remained fixed on it

as she climbed up and straddled me positioning herself above my hard

dick. she reached down and took hold of my dick and rubbed the tip

between the folds of her vaginal lips. it was very slippery and

the thought of what i knew was about to happen sent thrills all through

my body. i watched as the head of my dick went in my sister so easily

and a moment later my entire shaft was imbedded in her and i felt

our pervic bones grinding each other and moaned deeply. she lifted

herself till our pubes grazed each other and slowly rotated. the

thrills i was having must have been happening to my sister as she

started moaning, tears streaming down her face as she cried in pleasure.

 Her whimpering stunned me into realizing that it was me and my dick

that could give so much pleasure to a woman. i began girating my

hips and she wimpered more. i coud see that the more rapid strokes

made her moan and writhe the most, but i slipped out of her a few

times. when i did, she squeeled, and sounding like she was both

begging and ordering, she’s say, “put it back,” in that sexy voice

that drove me more crazy until i must have been fucking her wildly.

 I started to cum and stopped. Motionless I lay there waiting a

moment for a second wind, and felt her cunt grip spasming around

the shaft and head of my cock. that sent me over the edge and i

began pumping a load in her that she must have felt as she cried

out in a loud moan, “Ah God, I’m Cumming, too,” and she thrusted

her hips forward embedding me in her as far as i could go as my cock

spassmed, and pumped my hot juices in her. I could feel the jets

erupting through my shaft and as they blasted inside her she cried

out at each surge of my scorching blasts of juice. As my cock and

the inside of her shaft calmed down, she rolled off of me and said,

“don’t wory, you’re plenty big enough. I felt like the guy wearing

the crown in the Blue Bonnet margarine commercial.

 We talked for a while about different things that turned us on.

When she left, she told me to consider “it” an early 16th birthday

present.

A Home Run

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You ever seen a hot classmate stranded on a gravel road out in the

country? I did. Let me tell you about it.

  We won the game. Our team was going to the state playoffs. Baseball has

been an important part of our community for all of my 18 years on this

earth, and probably many years prior. I wasn’t a player, just the

average fan going to a game before the usual weekend party. What a party

it would be.

   “Hurry up, Jackass, we’re going to be late!” cried my best friend

James. We had both just graduated from AHS four weeks prior.

   “Just a minute!” I yelled back. I had stopped to get a drink from the

water fountain. I planned on drinking alot of liquid that night, but

none of if would be water. We climbed into my piece of shit car and

pulled out onto the highway. James spent about 5 minutes fumbling with

radio, trying to get a decent station to come in. We settled for some

Aerosmith.

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   It would be an hour drive back to our town. There are many different

routes, some more creative than others. We decided to take the first

gravel road we came to.

  “You know where you’re going?” James questioned.

  “Yeah, this should take us to highway 61”, I replied.

  35 minutes and about 8 songs passed. We were cruisin’ along bored bored

as hell. I slowed as I approached the peak of a hill. On the other side

was a car. This car wasn’t moving. It was halfway on the grass shoulder,

and halfway right in my path. I had to swerve hard to avoid it.

   “Son of a bitch!” I exclaimed with fear and excitement. I laid on the

horn. James quickly turned his head.

   “Hey, isn’t that Megan Loftan’s car?” he said. The words “Megan” and

“Lofton” took away some of the fear, but left the excitement.

   Let me stop to tell you about Megan. Jesus Christ, where do I start?

She is drop dead gorgeous. She is the lucky holder of the tits and ass

that could make you scream, then break down and cry like a baby. A

summer’s tan covered her body. I’m guessin’ she was about 5’5″, 105 lbs.

 They had to be about 34 c’s. She had beautiful dark brown, shoulder

length hair, blue eyes that could melt you, and nice moist lips that

tested my will.

   “It is her’s”, I said. I slowed down, stopped, and started backing up

to the black 1995 Pontiac Grand Prix. Its hazard lights were on, but she

picked her stopping point obviously without thinking. I looked in my

rear view mirror. It looked like she had a friend with her. Perhaps it

was Jennifer. I can’t remember her last name.

   Walking up to her door, I could see what she had chosen to wear that

hot June day. I couldn’t have picked it better myself. A short blue sun

dress reaching to mid-thigh was what covered her, teasingly making

imaginations work overtime. She rolled down her window.

  “Hey Adam”, she said.

  “Hey”, I replied.

  “Looks like your having trouble”, I teasingly joked.

   “Looks like your having some trouble yourself”, she replied. She was

looking directly at my crotch. Through no fault of my own, I had started

to get a hard on. I instantly turned red and headed back toward my car,

acting as if I’d forgot something.

  “I think it’s my battery!”, she shouted as I made my retreat James, who

was just getting out, must have heard her cause he was chuckling.

  “Pitchin’ a tent?” he squeezed out between chuckles.

   “Shut up”, I half consiously replied. I opened the trunk and got the

jumper cables out. Heading back to my embarassor, now readjusted, I

said,

   “Let’s take a look at it. She got out of her car, a grin still on face

and met me at her open hood. What she said next were the most shocking

words I had ever heard in my life.

   “You take care of my problem, and I’ll take care of yours”, she

whispered into my ear. It took me a second to realize what she had said.

I turned to face her. Her face was blushed, and she had a sexy look in

her eyes. My knees felt weak. I thought I was having a heart attack.

  “Is that the way you want it?” I managed to calmly say.

   “That’s the way I want it” she replied. I headed back to my car,

walking on air. I explained the situation to James, injecting him with a

mixture of curiosity and jealousy. On my way back to my damsel in

distress I passed Jennifer, who was walking toward my car. She winked at

me. I stopped at the front of the dead Pontiac, as James and Jennifer

drove off in my piece of shit.

  “Hey!” I yelled.

  “Don’t worry”, said Megan, “I sent them off for a nice little drive.

   “I think your problem is more urgent than mine”, she said, “so let’s

hop in back seat and see if I have the right tools for you”

  “Sounds good”, I managed to stammer out. I could see her nipples poking

through her thin, light dress. They were reaching for me. I got in the

back seat with a big smile on my face. She climbed in after me and shut

the door.

  “Jeez it’s hot in here”, she teased, “You don’t mind if I take my dress

off do you?”

   “Not at all”, I replied in a squeaky voice. With that, the dress began

its journey. To her upper thighs, past her damp, white, panties, up her

trim stomach, over her mouth watering, braless tits, and finally, over

her head. I couldn’t stop myself. I pulled her on to me. She let out a

quick gasp as I took her and met her lips with mine. They parted,

letting our tongues make love inside our mouths. My cock was now at full

attention. She placed a hand on my crotch, squeezing and rubbing as we

passionately kissed. I didn’t know how it could get any better. Her

mouth was so warm and wet; I never wanted to leave it. I managed to

break away, so she could turn and sit on my lap. We were both facing the

front. Her perfect ass was now grinding on my prick, dry humping me.

  “Keep that up, and you’ll start a fire” I moaned.

   “Its already been started”, she replied with passion. My hands reached

around and placed themselves on her tits. She let out a deep moan. I

grabbed, rubbed, pinched, caressed, and did everthing else you can do

with your hands. Her nipples were solid, about a quarter of an inch

long. I gently pinched and twisted them, as she started breathing heavy

and moaning like she was in pain. She turned to me and told me to take

my pants off. Just as the zipper was going down, a car came over the

hill.

   “Shit!” I exclaimed. I had forgotten about being parked right over a

hill. Luckily they didn’t hit us, and luckily they didn’t stop. I

continued stripping; pulling my pants and boxers down to my shoes and

taking off my shirt. My cock, a healthy 6 and a half inches, sprang

free.

 She turned and started jacking me off. I grunted loudly.

   “God, that feels good”, I moaned. I leaned up and started sucking on

her bright pink tits. My tounge danced around the left, then right, then

back to the left one. After about 2 minutes of her prick beating and my

breast nuzzling, we were both very worked up.

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   “I want to taste you”, I demanded. She sat up and took her soaked

panties off, revealing her perfect tan ass. Immediately, a sweet smell

filled the car, and my lungs. It was one of the best smells my nose ever

let me have. She sat on the seat with her head propped up against the

door and spread her sweaty tan legs. A supernatural force brought my

head to her sweet wet crotch. I kissed her inner thighs, lightly at

first, then with more assertiveness and passion. She was panting like my

dog. I couldn’t hold off anymore. I drilled my tounge into her soaked,

tight pussy as she pulled my head down into her. My free hand played

with her dark bush as my tounge probed the folds of her womanhood. She

now gave up the panting for light screaming as my mouth found her

jumping clit. I sucked on it, and lightly bit it. Her legs started

shaking, as she gave up the soft screaming for light crying.

   “Eat my pussy, Adam!” she cried as she came on my face. Her body shook

violently as I drank her love juice. When her first orgasm ended I knew

it was time for my turn. She got up and sat down on my iron cock, her

juice dripping off her legs onto my pelvis. She was tight enough to

choke a mule. I went an inch at a time, until I filled her gripping

twat. It felt like a vice was wrapping around it. I started pumping in

and out now, harder, and harder. She quickly started to moan again. I

joined her. I can’t explain how it felt when she crashed down to meet my

explosion upward. I couldn’t hold it off anymore. Fuck, I didn’t want

to. With final primal thrust, I shot my load deep in her sucking cunt.

It didn’t stop. Spurt after spurt, I filled her up. My universe

exploded. Nothing mattered to me or her, except for our mind blowing

pleasure. My legs went limp as I spent the last of my seed into her

soaked box. I came so hard, I thought I could never walk again, but I

didn’t care. After I caught my breath, I turned her around and kissed

her passionately, putting the cherry on top of what we had just

experienced together.

   We got dressed. After I got my energy back, I open the door and got

out. Just as I helping Megan out, another car came over the hill. It was

my car. I later found out that James had a pretty good time while he was

gone, too. I got her car going, and we both drove off. I still couldn’t

believe what had happened. I dropped James off at the party and drove

home. I was to tired to do anything. I fell asleep before I hit the

pillow. I had good dreams that night.

   Megan and I are dating now. We are both in college. She goes to a

school about half an hour away from mine, so we see each other often.

The lovemaking gets better each time we meet. I love baseball.

 The End (well, its not THE end because it’s a continuous story) hehehe

A Friendly Wager

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Karen twisted her neck, but still couldn’t see the knots that bound her wrists tightly behind the chair. Connie had done a thorough job and there was no hope for escape. Karen’s wrists were bound palm to palm, cinched, and anchored to the front rung of the chair she sat on. Her ankles were tied to the back legs of the chair and a rope around her waist held her tight against the chair back. No, she would be here until Connie decided otherwise.

   Karen sighed and wondered aloud, “How did I get in this position? Tied to a chair in my best friend’s party room wearing only my bra and panties, with Connie in her bedroom watching TV.”

   She relaxed. What else was there to do? and thought about the events leading up to her current predicament.

   Karen and Mike moved to Houston from Phoenix 2 years ago when Mike got a promotion to branch manager. Mike’s career was taking off and Karen had no trouble getting a job selling Real Estate. She worked hard and soon became the top salesperson for her company. Of course it didn’t hurt that she was blonde, 5′ 4″, 115 pounds, and had the body of an aerobics instructor. They bought a home in a new subdivision that featured large lots with secluded privacy, and after they moved in, their new neighbors became their best friends.

   Connie and Steve live next door and their backyard has lots of privacy and a swimming pool. Steve is a pharmacist at Providence Hospital Center and that’s where he met Connie. Connie graduated from Nursing School 3 years ago and fell in love with Steve within 1 month of  starting her first job at the hospital. Connie was a natural redhead, 5′ 7″, 125 pounds.

   The two couples became inseparable. Mike and Steve played golf together, Karen and Connie jogged together, they went out on the town together, and spent many sunny afternoons at Steve and Connie’s pool. Karen and Connie always wore skimpy bikinis and delighted in the obvious effect that it had on their two guys. There was a lot of sexual teasing, but up to now it only served as foreplay for each couple’s own sexual activities. The two couples shared a passion for sports and that is where Karen’s current predicament began.

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   Unexpectedly, Karen and Mike’s Phoenix Suns were matched up against Steve and Connie’s Houston Rockets in the NBA playoffs. Even though they now lived in Houston, Karen and Mike still had an allegiance to their old team. The matchup produced a serious disagreement between the two couples as to who would win. Phoenix had the better season record and Mike and Karen were sure that this was the year Charles Barkley would win the championship. Steve and Connie felt that the Rockets were coming together at just the right time and would repeat as Champions. They decided that as friends and rivals, they would watch each game together and go to dinner afterwards courtesy of the losing team’s backers.

   They met at Karen and Mike’s to watch the first game.

   “You know, since Houston re-united Clyde and Hakeem, they have jelled as a team, and they’re going to kick your butts,” Steve loudly proclaimed.

   “No way Steve,” Karen countered. “Sir Charles and the Suns are going to sweep and you’re going to go broke buying us dinner.”

   Connie said, “The winners get to pick the restaurant and I think Steve & I want to go to that fancy new Italian place near the Plaza.”

   “Since the winners get to pick, I guess that Karen and I need to decide which restaurant you’ll be picking up the tab at,” Mike declared.

   The verbal jousting continued and the emotions got higher and higher until Connie couldn’t stand it any longer.

   “You’re crazy if you think the Suns will win, and I think we ought to up the stakes a little to make this bet more interesting.”

   “Since Mike and I are going to win, what did you have in mind?” asked Karen.

   Mike said “Steve, how about this. If the Suns win the series, then you have to treat me to a round of golf at that new course down at Corpus Christi. That includes breakfast, golf, and dinner on the way back. We’ll do it on a Saturday and make a day of it.”

   “Sounds good to me,” said Steve. “But of course you’ll be the one doing the treating. It’s a deal.”

   “Well that’s fine for you guys, but what about us?” asked Connie. “Karen, what do you want to lose?”

   “I….don’t know”, stammered Karen. “Maybe we could wager a trip to the beauty parlor, a movie, dinner, or something like that.”

   “Boy, where did all your confidence go? chided Connie. “Are you having second thoughts?. I’ve got an idea. On the day that the boys go golfing, you’ll be my slave if you lose or if I lose I’ll be your slave.”

   “What do you mean..slave? Be your maid, servant, wait on you all day?”

   “I mean be a SLAVE. Slaves don’t ask questions, they just do whatever their masters tell them to do. What’s the matter, cold feet? Are you chicken?”

   “Not me,” answered Karen. “I’ll just start making a list of things that my Slave for a day will do for me when I win…..It’s a bet.”

   The dye was cast, so to speak, and the outcome was in doubt for a full seven games. For a while it looked as if Mike and Karen would win, but in the end of course the Houston Rockets prevailed in the seventh game and Steve and Connie were the winners.

   The Saturday after the series ended, Mike arrived at Steve’s place at 9 am in the morning. They planned breakfast at 9:30, a 3 hour drive, a round, of golf, dinner, and a 3 hour drive back home. They told their wives that they planned to be back around 10 or 11 PM. Connie and Karen decided that Karen’s time of enslavement would be from 11 AM until about 9 PM.

   “Bye honey,” Mike said, kiddingly. “Have a good time.”

   “Yeah, right” replied Karen. “You’re going to be playing golf and having a good time while I’m busting my ass being Connie’s slave. Get out of here….GOOD-BYE.”

   At 11 Karen showed up right on schedule at Connie’s house. She wore her Phoenix Sun’s t-shirt, red jogging shorts, white socks, and tennis shoes. She was sure that Connie would keep her hopping for the full 10 hours.

   “Hi Karen, glad to see you’re on time.” Connie wore her Houston Rockets t-shirt, black shorts, & sandals.

   “I always pay my debts. What do you want me to do first?”

   “First of all, relax. Let’s have a glass of wine and discuss your … enslavement.”

   Connie poured the wine and on the second glass, Karen questioned her, “What’s going on. This is just 2 friends having a glass or two of wine together. When do I start paying off on the bet?”

   “You’ve already started. I wanted you to have a glass of wine and you’re doing that. We’re friends, Karen, and I hope that after today we’ll be even closer friends. I’m not going to make you suffer today. I intend that we both will have fun, even though at first you may not believe it. You did lose the bet and you did agree to be my unconditional slave until 9 tonight. Remember that and remember that I’m your best friend. Don’t question my commands. Let’s get started. Stand up.”

   Karen sat her glass down and stood up, wondering about what Connie had just said. She snapped back to reality when she heard Connie say “Take off your shirt, shorts, socks, & shoes.”

   “What?”

   “Slaves don’t question, remember that. Now do as I told you!”

   Karen was slightly aghast, but a bet was a bet, so she stripped down to her underwear as Connie watched. Even though they had seen each other naked many times, this was different, and both of them knew it . Karen felt embarrassed to be standing there in bra and panties while her best friend was fully dressed.

   “Wearing basic white today I see” commented Connie as she opened a briefcase that had been sitting on the coffee-table between them.

   “Yes,” was all Karen could mutter as she watched Connie pick up a piece of rope that was about 4-5 feet in length.

   “Turn around and put your wrists together behind your back,” commanded Connie as she approached Karen.

   “What are you going to do?”

   “Come on now Karen, you can see that I’m going to tie you up. Now do as I say or you’ll be welching on our bet.”

   Karen turned around and put her wrists together behind her back. As she felt the ropes Karen’s mind drifted back to when she was 10 or 11 years old and she played Cops and Robbers with the other kids. She was almost always the Damsel in Distress, but she didn’t mind. It made her the center of attention and the other kids had to take care of her since she was tied up. And then there was the sorority initiation where she was spanked in front of 50 other girls. She was 19 then and she remembered the embarrassment and the excitement. She was embarrassed when her panties had been pulled down to administer the spanking and surprised at how wet her pussy got. She used those memories a lot when she masturbated during her years at college.

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   “Follow me slave,” was Connie’s command as Karen was jerked back to reality. The extra length of rope from her wrists had been pulled through her legs and as Connie pulled on it. Karen sucked in her breath and followed.

   In her party room Connie had a simple kitchen style wooden chair facing a storage closet at a 45 degree angle. She sat Karen in the chair and took another length of rope from the briefcase and used it around Karen’s waist and the chair back. Then she knelt to the left of Karen and took out a short piece of rope. She tied it around Karen’s left ankle and gently pulled it back and secured it to the back chair leg. She moved to the right side and tied the right ankle the same way.

   Finally, Connie knelt in front of Karen and reached underneath the chair and grabbed the loose end dangling from Karen’s wrists. This put Connie’s face next to Karen’s pussy and she couldn’t mistake the smell of Karen’s feminine wetness. She tugged the wrist rope taut and secured it to the front rung.

   Connie stood up and admired her handiwork. Karen was a pretty package. Her shoulders were pulled back which made her firm breasts stand out even more. Connie was tempted to remove Karen’s bra now, but decided to stick to her original plan. Her legs were invitingly wide open and the crotch of her panties was becoming wetter.

   “I have a surprise for you Karen.” Connie opened up the closet doors and Karen saw her image clearly in the mirrors attached to each door. “I want you to see what a pretty slave you are. “I also want to tell you the new rules. I’m going to keep you tied up all day long. At no time will you be totally free until 9 tonight. I will however, offer you a sporting chance. If you ever do get free on your own, then I will be your slave for the rest of the day. You will be bound in many positions and most of the time you will be nude.

   “I told you that today would be fun for both of us. I’m having fun and I can tell that you are too.” With that comment Connie slowly ran her fingers along the inside of Karen’s thighs. Karen closed her eyes as Connie’s fingers reached the wet crotch of her panties.

   Connie leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Later,” and then she was gone.

   Karen had no idea how long she had been left alone, alone with only the ropes and her reflection for company. She struggled for release, from both the bonds and the sexual tension building up inside her, but no release would come until Connie provided it.

   ‘If only I could get one hand free, I could get myself off.’

   Suddenly Connie was back. “You really want to cum right now, don’t you?”

   “No, I’m fine. It’s just a little warm in here, that’s all.”

   “Well, maybe you’re right” agreed Connie. “It might help if you didn’t have so many clothes on. Let’s take them off.”

   “No, that’s OK” pleaded Karen. “It’s not really THAT warm in here.”

   “Let’s not argue, Karen. I told you that you would be nude for most of the day. Besides, we can have more fun that way.”

   Connie took Karen’s bra off, lightly brushing her fingertips across each nipple. Karen closed her eyes and sighed as her nipples hardened. Connie then knelt and untied both ankles. She danced her fingers up Karen’s tanned legs until they reached the waistband of her panties. Connie slowly pulled them down and Karen involuntarily helped by lifting her butt off the chair. As Karen’s dampened blonde pubic patch was revealed, Connie only said one word.

   “Beautiful.”

   Connie quickly retied Karen’s ankles and stood behind her, looking into the mirror. She reached down and as she and Karen both watched in the mirror, she gently massaged Karen’s breasts, paying particular attention to her sensitive nipples.

   “Please, Connie,” Karen gasped. “I’ve never done it with another girl. I don’t know if I can.”

   “I know that you can. Just give in to your feelings.” Connie picked up Karen’s panties and got a scarf from her briefcase. “I want you to concentrate on your feelings and quit talking. Open wide.”

   “No, don’t gag me. I’ll be quiet.”

   “I know you will,” Connie said as she pinched Karen’s nose shut.

   Karen held her breath for about 30 seconds, and finally had to gasp for air. Connie shoved the wadded up panties inside her mouth, tied a knot in the middle of the scarf, put the knot squarely over the mouth packing, and tied the scarf ends tightly behind Karen’s head underneath her blonde hair.

   “Now you can’t talk, so just let yourself go. Don’t be ashamed of your feelings.”

   Karen saw herself in the mirror, nude, bound & gagged, legs spread apart–she hated and loved Connie right now. She also desperately needed to cum. She squirmed in her bonds and pleaded with Connie through her gag. “mmmpppfff” was all she could manage.

   “Just a second, we’re not quite through yet,” Connie said as she picked out another length of rope. “I think you’ll like this one.” Connie held the two loose ends in one hand and pushed the looped end under the rope around Karen’s waist. She threaded the loose ends through the loop and pulled it snug. Then, after smiling coyly, she spread Karen’s pussy lips and threaded the two ropes down through her crotch and up the crack of her ass. Connie made sure there was no slack and tied it off on the chair back.

   Now Karen was really going crazy. The feelings she felt were overwhelming. The sight in the mirror of the rope disappearing into the folds of her pussy and the friction on her clit were too much. “mmmpppfff”, “mm…fff”, “mmmpppfff” she moaned into her gag as she squirmed in an attempt to climax.

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   “Connie to the rescue,” Connie whispered into Karen’s ear as she reached around and gently massaged Karen’s breasts. Karen’s nipples were hard and distended and Connie rolled her fingertips over them. Connie moved in front of Karen and continued playing with her tits as she licked between them, down her stomach, and her inner thighs.

   Karen lost all track of time; she was consumed by her need to climax. She moaned and squirmed as Connie brought her to the brink again and again only to stop briefly.

   “My, oh my! Aren’t you the hot little slut now? Need it bad, don’t you?”

   “Mmmpppfff” shouted Karen into her gag. She nodded her head towards her pussy and looked pleadingly at Connie. “mmmpppff”

   “Alright, I think you’ve earned it”. Connie leaned forward and licked her way down from Karen’s stomach to her bush. She pulled the crotch rope aside and dived in tongue first. She licked and nibbled and sucked while Karen moaned and squirmed. Finally, Karen stiffened as a long awaited orgasm erupted through her body. Connie continued playing with Karen’s pussy and Karen had another orgasm and then another. Connie pulled back to watch and as the orgasms subsided, Karen melted in her ropes like ice cream in summer. She was exhausted and deliriously contented.

 PART TWO:

   Connie took the gag out of Karen’s mouth and untied her except for her wrists. “Come on. We’re going to the bedroom.”

   “Connie, that was tremendous. I’ve never came like that before. I’ve never felt like that before.”

   “I always thought that you might get off on bondage, but I’ve never been able to work it into our friendship until now. I couldn’t just say…let me tie you up and eat you. I figured that when you lost the bet I might not get another chance, so I took it.”

   When they got to the bedroom, Connie had Karen sit on the bed and scoot her butt to the middle. Connie and Steve had a four poster for a bed and now Karen wondered if they had it so they could play their own bondage games.

   “What now?” said Karen as she leaned back and rested on her bound wrists. Her embarrassment at being naked and tied had vanished.

   “First of all,” answered Connie, “I’m going to tie your ankles and wrists to the four corners of the bed.”

   As Connie tied her left ankle Karen noticed that each poster of the bed already had scarves attached and ready.

   “And then what?” asked Karen

   “And then I will do whatever I want to. It’s more delicious when it’s a surprise.” Connie finished tieing Karen’s right ankle and helped her sit up. Karen’s wrists were untied and she layed down and stretched out. Each wrist was secured with the scarves.

   “This is called a spreadeagle;” Connie explained as she reached down and cupped Karen’s pussy with her right hand. “You are at my total whim. Every orifice you have is mine to play with…and I will, but first I think I’ll gag you again.”

   Karen didn’t protest this time. She knew it wouldn’t do any good and anyway she kind of liked it before; after she got used to it. Connie brought out a small rubber ball and Karen opened her mouth willingly and Connie popped it in. Another scarf was folded and used to hold the ball in place.

   “Remember what I said about surprises being sweeter? Well that’s what this is for;” Connie said, showing Karen another folded scarf. “It’ll keep you guessing.” She placed the blindfold over Karen’s eyes and, lifting her head, tied the ends together.

   Karen heard footsteps going away from the bed and then music began playing and that was all she heard. She tested her bonds, and nothing was loose. She wondered how Connie had gotten the idea for this wonderful surprise. She felt the cool breeze flow over her breasts and down through her pussy hair. She wondered what else Connie would do to her.

   Connie had turned the music on to set the mood, but also so Karen couldn’t hear her move around. Then she retrieved a feather duster and also her briefcase of goodies. She returned to the bed and lightly brushed Karen’s entire body with the duster. Karen undulated gently as parts of her body reacted to the duster’s touch. Connie also licked, sucked, pinched, and fondled Karen randomly. This all produced the desired result, Karen became wet and her nipples were hard. Connie rolled a nipple between her teeth and ran her fingers playfully through Karen’s bush. Karen lifted her pussy toward Connie’s hand, but Connie denied her what she wanted. Then Connie pulled away and sat down in a chair at the side of the bed and just watched. ‘God’, she thought, ‘Karen really is a beautiful woman.’

   Karen expected her stimulation to continue. “Mmmpppfff” she voiced her disapproval through the gag. She listened for sounds, but all she heard was the music. She tried to peek under the blindfold, but couldn’t see anything. ‘Where the hell is she? Come back and finish me off, please. Jeez, I can’t stand this.’

   Suddenly Connie’s touch on her nose reassured her. Connie traced her fingertips across Karen’s gagged mouth, her chin, between her breasts, and down her stomach. Her fingers lingered in Karen’s crotch, playing with her pubic hair, darting in her pussy, rubbing her clit.

   Karen’s breathing filled the room and her hips undulated gently.

   Connie pulled away again and pulled more items from her briefcase.

   A low hum mixed with the music and then Karen felt the tip of a vibrator touch her right nipple. It traced around her nipple of her right breast and then on to her other nipple, then down her flat stomach and came to rest on her pussy. Connie moved it all over but never inside.

   Karen strained upward and shouted through the gag “mmmpppfff”.

   Connie put the cock-shaped vibrator into Karen’s pussy and began a rhythmic fucking motion. Karen pushed back and her breathing was shallow and rapid. Connie lubricated her index finger and traced around Karen’s anus. The vibrator rested on Karen’s clit and then began fucking her again. Suddenly Connie pushed her finger into Karen’s ass and Karen climaxed as never before. One, two, three, she lost count.

   The vibrating cock slid out of her pussy, the finger came out of her ass, and Karen lay exhausted in a post-orgasmic state. She lay there and thoughts rushed over her. This was a part of her now. She needed it. ‘Thank you Connie, we are closer friends now. What would Mike think if I tell him?’

   Connie turned the music off. “I’m going to relax and have a drink. I’d invite you to join me, but it seems that you’re tied up right now,” she laughed. “Don’t go away, I have other surprises. It’s only 5 o’clock.”

   After a while Karen regained her strength and wondered why Connie had not returned. Karen pulled on her bonds and to her surprise the scarf holding her right wrist came loose. The blindfold came off next and she quickly untied her other wrist and both ankles. She removed the gag and Connie still had not returned. Karen looked in the Party room and the Kitchen, but no Connie. Finally, she saw her in a lawn chair by the pool sipping a drink.

   “Ohhh Connie, I have a surprise for you,” Karen gleefully shouted as she opened the screen door.

   “How’d you get loose? I’m not through with you yet”

   “Looks to me like you are through with me and now it’s my turn if I remember your new rules correctly.”

   Connie got up and started back in. “But..but I didn’t think that you would…could actually get free.”

   With a smile Karen said “Well, you did say that surprises were more fun, so surrrrprise”

   “Allright, I made the rules and I’ll stick by em.” As she walked through the door Connie said “OK, what do you want your slave to do first?”

   “First of all, strip. I want you naked.” Karen watched as Connie kicked off her sandals and removed her t-shirt. “Get that bra off and then stop….. Good. Now I’ll finish for you” Karen walked over to Connie and pulled her shorts down, leaving her with only panties on. “Spread your legs” she commanded. Connie did as she was told. Karen slid her hand down inside the front of Connie’s blue cotton panties. “My oh my, wet already. That’s good.” Karen pulled her hand out. “Legs together.” Karen pulled Connie’s panties down and had her step out of them.

   “Turn around, cross your wrists behind you, close your eyes, and wait,” Karen said. Connie did as she was told and Karen opened the briefcase full of bondage supplies and made her plan. She tied and cinched Connie’s wrists first, then used another rope to bring Connie’s elbows as close together as she thought Connie could stand it. One more rope was wound around her upper arms and across her breasts. Karen liked the way the white rope contrasted with Connie’s tanned body. Karen wadded up Connie’s panties, shoved them in her mouth, and used a scarf to hold the packing in. Karen looked around the room and saw what she was looking for, a hanging plant. She stood on the kitchen chair she had been tied to and removed the plant, and then secured one end of a rope to the hook in the ceiling. Karen guided Connie underneath the hook and looped the dangling end of the rope around her bound wrists. She gently pulled until Connie was bent over at the waist with her wrists up in the air.

   “That’s perfect,” exclaimed Karen as she stepped back. “What a perfect sight. Connie, spread your legs a little…..good. Your boobs hanging down, your nipples hard, your red bush peeking between your legs, and your ass SO inviting.” Karen stepped up to Connie’s left side and reached under her to fondle her breasts. Grasping Connie’s left nipple, Karen asked her “Now don’t you think that you should be punished for what you did to me?”

   “Mmmpppfff…mmmpppfff. “

   “I’ll take that as a yes, ” said Karen and she twisted the nipple and smacked Connie’s ass with her right hand. Connie tried to move her butt out of the way, but Karen’s tight grip on her nipple wouldn’t let her.

   “By the way, you’re not being punished because you kept me tied up and gagged for almost 6 hours. You’re being punished because we’ve been friends for 2 years and you didn’t do this sooner.”

   SMACK…SMACK…SMACK. Karen’s hand reddened Connie’s ass cheeks. “That’s enough. Let’s see if you enjoyed that,” said Karen.

   Karen twirled her finger through Connie’s pussy hair and easily inserted her finger. “Yes, you did enjoy it…..well there’s more pleasure to come, yours and mine.”

   Karen released Connie from the ceiling and Connie moaned with thanks. She sat Connie on the floor and crossed her ankles and bound them with rope. Karen turned Connie face down and secured her ankles to her wrist bondage.

   “I’ve seen this in the movies and I think it’s called a hogtie. I crossed your ankles so I could play with your pussy, but first I need a cool drink. Don’t go away, I’ll be right back.”

   Karen went into the kitchen and Connie tested her bonds. “Mm..ff, mmmppfff;” she grunted as she rolled around, trying to pull loose. She couldn’t turn all the way over since her ankles were crossed and the friction of the rug on her nipples kept her feminine juices flowing.

 She gave up about the same time that Karen returned.

   “Pretty good job, huh.” commented Karen. The musky odor coming from her bound friend told her that Connie’s pussy needed her attention. “Let’s roll you over and have some fun,” giggled Karen as she helped turn Connie. Soon Connie was resting on her arms and hands with her wide open pussy facing Karen.

   Karen knelt down and ran her hands and fingers up and down Connie’s flesh, paying particular attention to her most sensitive areas. She massaged her breasts and rolled her nipples between her tongue and teeth. Connie moaned her approval. Karen blew in Connie’s ear, nibbled on her earlobe and licked her way down Connie’s abdomen. Using her fingers to spread Connie’s pussy lips she used her tongue skillfully to excite Connie even more. Karen’s tongue darted in, flicked Connie’s clit, and out again. Karen played with Connie’s entire body until Connie was glistening with perspiration and moaning through her gag for a climax.

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   Connie and Karen both lost track of time. Karen brought Connie to the brink of coming and then teased her by stopping. Then she did it again, and again. Karen looked at the clock and saw that it was eight already. It was time that she let Connie cum.

   Karen leaned back again and smiled at the pleading Connie. “By the way, where is that dildo you used on me? I didn’t find it in the bedroom and it wasn’t in the bathroom either. Is it in the living room?” Connie shook her head from side to side. “Is it out by the pool?” Connie breathed hard and shook her head again. “Maybe it’s in the kitchen.” Connie wiggled her hips and nodded with her head. “OK, I’ll get it and be right back.”

   Karen returned with the dildo and turned it on. Connie’s face lit up as Karen knelt down beside her bound form. Karen kissed Connie on her gagged lips, kissed her breasts and tugged on her nipples with her teeth. She lightly ran the vibrator up the inside of Connie’s thighs and then slipped it inside of her. Connie sighed loudly and Karen giggled. Karen fucked Connie with the dildo while she used her tongue on her clit. Finally release came and Connie exploded in climax, and followed that one with several more before collapsing with exhaustion.

   Karen held her friend and stroked her hair until Connie’s breathing returned to normal. Karen began the process of untying Connie by ungagging her first.

   “We have to return to normal now, the boys will be home in about an hour,” said Karen.

   “I know. Get the rest of these ropes off, we’ll shower and maybe the rope marks will become less visible.”

   As she continued untying Connie, Karen said “When I untied myself, it was because you loosened that scarf, wasn’t it?”

   Connie smiled. “Well, it wouldn’t have been fair for you to be the only one having fun, now would it?”

   “No, I guess not. I’m glad you did, because it gave me a chance to be on both ends. I had a great time when you had control over me. My pussy tingled with your touch, but I also got off on tyeing you and being able to give you pleasure. Have you done this before?”

   “No,” admitted Connie, “but I’ve sure thought about it. Every time I thought about tieing you up I’d get horny as hell, but I was afraid of losing your friendship if I told you what I wanted to do. When you lost that bet I said ‘Connie, it’s now or never.’ If you didn’t enjoy bondage,

 then it would have just been our one day lost bet deal.”

   “But it won’t be just a one day deal, will it?” Karen asked as they headed for the shower.

   As the two naked women walked into the bathroom Connie put her arm around the shorter Karen’s shoulders. “It’s a part of our lives now and we are closer because of it. This is only the beginning.”

18 years

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Now, don’t hold me to any dates or ages. I’m going to fix my age to 18 and the time to the summer of 1990. Also, the events will not necessarily be in the proper order. The facts will be as accurate as my memory will allow. The names will not be changed to protect the guilty! I will need to set up the scene some:

               Back in the 1980’s my folks had a “summer house” in Spring Lake, Michigan. The house was on the lake, and the lake had access to Lake Michigan via the Grand River. Look on a map, Central West Michigan just north of Holland. We had 3 boats, a 21′ cabin cruiser with 2 40 horsepower outboards, a 12′ Boston Whaler with a 40 hp. outboard, and a sailboat (butterfly class). I raced the sailboat once on Wed. and twice on both Sat. & Sun. I spent 3 summers here, and many week-ends during the school year. We sold the house a few years ago, but I still go there to visit as often as I can.

               I had 3 girlfriends; Tommy, Laura, and Terry. Tommy (I usually call her Tom) was my next door neighbor and still is my best friend.

Laura & Terry are sisters and lived 4 houses over. Tom is one year younger than myself, Terry is about my age, and Laura is about 2 years older. Tommy & I spent the whole summers together except from Sat.

sundown to Sun. evening (she is a Dutch Reform & they can’t do ANYTHING during that time except sit & pray & go to church). When we got bored, we got Terry & Laura. We spent much of the time water-skiing, driving the boat to town, and swimming. I slept in the boat almost every night and Tommy joined me much of the time. There were 2 boys (Tom & Stu) in the neighborhood. They were real pests, peeking in our windows and playing tricks on us. Typical 18 year old boys…. enough set-up.

               Tommy and I were excited that we got the magazine. She didn’t think that I would do it. It was easy. I just put the Hustler inside the over-size Life Magazine, and the lady didn’t need to touch it when she rang it up. Now, sitting in the boat, we had it open to the nicest picture.

               “How can these great looking women pose for pictures like that?”

Tommy says, looking at a picture of a lady with all of her private parts showing. “I would just die if someone was looking at pictures of me like that!” We examine the picture very closely. She has really big breasts and she is holding both of them up like a bra would. She is sitting with her knees apart and her pussy in all it’s color is in full view!

 

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              “I can see some wetness down there.” I say, pointing at her pussy.

“I think it makes her excited, having her picture took like that!” My little cunt begins to stir and I become flushed. I wonder if Tom is feeling the same. I turn the pages until I stop at a picture of a women with her finger half inside the lips of her pussy. “Oh! look at her!” I scratch some kind of a itch on my pussy threw my pj’s and Tom catches me.

               “This getting to you?” she asks. “Maybe we better take a dip?”

We slip out of our night cloths and open the cabin door. It’s a nice warm evening and the moon is full. We look up at our houses and see that they are both dark. I figure that it’s not quite midnight and few boats will be out on the lake. We hop on the dock and look at the water. The air feels great on my nude body, but the water looks dark and cold. I climb on the piling and grab the flag pole. From here it’s a nice 6 foot dive to the water.

I want to make my first crash into the water a great one.

So I stand on one leg, hold the flag pole with my right hand, and stick my other arm and leg out as far as I could.

               “Watch this!” Tommy, right under me looks up and her eyes land right on my crotch! She remains focused there for a moment, and I feel those juices stirring again. I let go of the flag pole and perform a sloppy dive. Tom jumps in after me. The water feels not only great but very sensual on my naked body and I begin thinking about Tommy in a very different way. We both have the same kind of bodies. We are skinny, hair-less, and little boobies just starting their journey outward. I wonder if she plays with her cunny like I sometimes do. I wonder if I should try to find out. I’m afraid that I’d get really embarrassed or that she might think that I’m wierd.

               A half hour later we were sitting and air-drying on the floor in the stern of the boat. I was leaning back with my arms resting on my upturned knees and I notice Tom looking at my crotch again! “Do you think I have a neat looking cunt?” I ask.

               Tom looks up and acts embarrassed that she was caught. “You have the nicest looking pussy I’ve ever seen!” Like she’s seen a lot! “How about mine?” she says as she pulls her knees apart. She is sitting in a dark corner, away from the moon’s light, so I move in for a closer look.

I can see the beginnings of her pubic hair, but it’s essentially hairless.

Her clit is sticking out of the folds of skin and her slit is most definitely damp. Using her right hand, she separates the folds around her clit with two fingers. I see that it is swollen and very moist.

 

 

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               “This is turning you on, isn’t it?” I ask, “I’m feeling something too!”

              “Ya! Lets go into the cabin where it’s totally private. Maybe we

can compare cunts!” We seat ourselves in the cabin on cushions and face each other. The light in the boat cabin is bright compared to the moonlight outside.

 We position our pussy’s facing each other about a half a foot apart and begin our examination. “Open yourself up like this.” Tom, using both hands this time, opens all of her pussy lips. Her skin is white and inside her pussy, it’s very wet and dark pink. She watched as I do the same. “My button is bigger than yours but it looks like your slit is longer.”

               “But, I’m just as wet as you!” I interrupt. “Watch this!” I slowly slip a finger into my pussy and move it in and out. I’ve done this before, but it feels a lot better with Tom watching me. I close my eyes and continue slowly finger fuck myself for a few moments.

               Tommy breaks my concentration with “Can I try that!?” I expect her to begin working on her own pussy, but instead, she slides her finger into me! After the shock wears off, I relax and concentrate on the feeling of someone else stimulating me. She slowly finger fucks me just as I was doing. At one point, she stops with her finger all the way inside and begins bending and turning her finger around. Just as I feel the familiar quiver in the walls of my pussy start, she removes her finger. “Here, now you do me!”

               My voice is weak from the near orgasm and abrupt stop, “OK, lie back and let me have at you!” I figure that Tommy didn’t know what she was creating inside me. She surely must have never frigged herself all the way to orgasm before, or she would have tried to get me off. Well, I guess she is going to have a surprise! I sit on my hip to her left side and begin by rubbing her whole crotch with the palm of my left hand. I move my hand in circles and push gently down. She begins to move her lower body up and down. I hear a small grunt from her. With my right hand, I relieve her clit from the folds of skin and move some moisture up from her cunny onto her little swollen clit. With the finger of my right hand, I begin by lightly rubbing the very top of her button. She begins to squirm a bit.

Then I circle it around and around, and then quickly flick the top again.

I feel her hand on my arm, trying to push me away. She must be very sensitive right now. I hear a little giggle come from her. So I move my finger down and slide it into her very wet passage. I slide it out, and then using two fingers, begin to slowly finger-fuck her.

               “Oooh! That’s nice!” Tom’s chest is heaving as she speaks.

“Faster!” she pleads. I pick up the pace and begin to rub her clit with my other hand. “Mmmmm!” She is really squirming around now. I feel a great deal of juice gathering around my two fingers. I continue working on her.

 After a minute or two, her upper torso lifts up, her eyes are close tightly, and her mouth opens. I feel her pussy walls contract and much more wetness comes out onto my hand as I pump in and out. Then I feel it begin to spasm.

 “Oh! Oooo! Eeee! Ah! no, no, YES! No, stop” Her knees come together and she lowers her legs trying to push my hand out, but I just stop plunging and keep my two fingers buried deep in her. I feel the contractions slow down and then stop, so I begin again to slowly move them a short distance in and out.

 She squirms and giggles, “No, no, stop OK?” When I sit back up and look at her she asks, “What was that??? Wow!”

               “You came! You had an orgasm.” I’m unconsciously fingering myself as I talk. “I’ve been making myself do that for a while already.” I’m really wet and flushed. My nipples are hard. “Now, you do it to me, OK?”

               Tom kneels between my legs as I settle back on a pillow. I’m really hot and ready for some fun and I wonder if her inexperience will hinder my adventure. I close my eyes, “OK, let’s see what you can do for me!” My stomach gets butterflies because I know that she is examining my pussy in every detail. I feel the back of her fingers rubbing up and down my wet slit. A finger slides down the slit and back up to my clit. It hits it sharply and I jerk a bit. “Are you teasing me, Tom? Hurry up, I’m going nuts here!” I wiggle my butt down into the cushion and grab my knees opening myself up as much as possible. I feel two hands now, one knuckle is spinning on my butt hole, and the other hand is sticking it’s two fingers into me. She slides them in very easily. Once in, she turns them 180 degrees around and back for a while. Then the in and out motion starts. Her other hands finds my clit. She’s doing me now exactly like I did to her, good girl! My orgasm rockets through out my body. The pleasure is tremendous.

It’s much better than when I do it myself! We are both wondering to ourselves if we are now lesbians.

A Friend in Need

26 Friday Jan 2018

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 We financially outgrew our suburban neighborhood about a

decade ago. We bought this 3/2/2 cracker box sixteen years ago.

We’ve added on, built a pool, deck, sauna, weight room, and den.

Our neighbors are jealous, but they’re still friends. We’ve

known most of them from the beginning–four couples especially.

They’ve all been through tough times. Cheryl and I have helped

them all from time to time. I’m lucky, I suppose. I’m a

top-notch salesman. I’m never out of work or money. I’m also

free with my money. My friends think I’m generous to a fault.

When we go out as a group, I usually grab the check. We

entertain a great deal. Our home is like a yuppie playground.

The drinks are free, the music is sixties/seventies, and there’s

no need to drive home drunk. Either stagger home or crash where

you are.

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  Frank and Rachel are our best friends. We knew

them from high school. Frank is an auto mechanic; Rachel sells

Avon–mostly to Cheryl. Cheryl is fucking Frank fairly

regularly. I’ve had the pleasure of bopping Rachel a few times

when she gets shit-faced. Cheryl is bisexual. She’s had Rachel

more than I have – also when shit-faced.. Rachel gets teased

about that a great deal. She’s straight as an arrow with a body

that is anything but straight.

  Ed and Inez live next door. Ed owns a dry cleaner. Inez

keeps the books. I loaned them the money to start their

business. Inez paid the interest to Cheryl by periodically

depositing tender kisses between her legs. Ed paid interest as

well, making sperm deposits in Cheryl’s sperm bank. Though the

debt has been repaid for years, Ed keeps paying interest. Ed and

Inez are not bad looking; but, of the girls, Inez would have to

be considered the only plain one in the bunch and a little on the

chubby side. I’ve never fucked Inez, probably never will.

  David and Sue are our holy rollers. They never miss church,

though they’ve given up on winning converts from any of us.

David is the only guy that has never fucked my wife, though she

has tried. Sue, on the other hand, will lift her skirt and

spread her legs at the snap of my finger. I had to use a little

friendly blackmail to condition her – a few immodest pictures

taken at a drunken bash on New Years Eve 1986 did the trick. Sue

needs an excuse to commit adultery, but GOD can that woman commit

adultery! She’s a genuine three-holer holy roller. Praise the

Lord!

  She’s also the mother of my second child (two-year-old

Jennifer). This caused quite a scandal. I have fire red hair.

David and Sue are both brunettes. Jennifer has fire red hair.

David just started returning to the group last year, though Sue

never left. David turns a blind eye to his wife’s infidelity. I

get a big kick out of making it difficult for him. Getting her

pregnant was easy. I simply told her to get off the pill and

avoid sex with Dave during ovulation. I ordered her track her

cycles for me and report to me for twice-daily screwings at those

times when she was most fertile. She put up a mild fuss, swore

she couldn’t, but the next day, she presented me with her unused

pills and a chart. Sue is my little whore and I treat her as

such. Cheryl gets a kick out of that. Sue has resisted my

attempts to get her and Cheryl together. She’s weakening,

though.

  And last, but certainly not least, Neal and Diane. Neal was

everybody’s best friend, a regular party animal. He had a joke

for every occasion, the life of every party. He and my wife were

lovers. Diane was by far the most attractive woman in our group.

She was also the youngest at twenty four, the most educated, the

most cultured, and the most stuck-up. She stands five two,

has a full head of silky brown hair down to her ass, and has a

figure that stops express trains (38-22-36). Rachel gives Diane

Avon cosmetics to wear just for the free advertisement. Frankly,

Diane could make a mud pack look good. She has perfect white

teeth, huge brown eyes, and full lips. I’m a leg man, and I’ve

never seen finer legs on any woman. Unfortunately, Diane doesn’t

mess around, drink, or have any vices to exploit. She’s new to

the group. Neal married her three years ago. We, at least the

guys and Cheryl, were excited by her addition. We’ve been

salivating ever since her arrival.

  Neal died in a car wreck three months ago. He was a great

guy but a lousy driver and lousier gambler. He had no life

insurance and owed a fortune in gambling debts. Diane had never

worked a day in her life, had no family to turn to, and we were

her only friends. When they came to foreclose on the house, we

naturally took her in. What are friends for?

  During that first week, she was treated as a guest. As we

got to know her better, and realized how dire her circumstances

were, we began seeing her in a different light. She was helpless

on her own and frightened of the outside world. All she wanted

to do was read and tend the garden. Cheryl was the first to

suggest that we make Diane work for her keep. This idea came

after repeated rejects to her advances. I tried to put the make

on her myself, but grounded out at first base. Cheryl was

pissed. She wanted to make Diane a domestic servant. She said

she could train the bitch. When she described the uniform she

had in mind, I smiled and told her to go for it.

  At dinner that evening, Cheryl dropped the bomb on Diane.

Diane sat meekly listening as Cheryl explained the necessity of

either sending her away, or putting her to work. Diane’s

submissive acceptance inspired Cheryl to sharpen her tone. She

came across as a strict task master, warning and threatening

Diane. Cheryl offered work in exchange for room and board and a

small allowance.

  I was embarrassed, so was our son, Jason. Jason was

seventeen and Diane’s presence in the house had him in tight

pants most of the time. He revered Diane, treated her like a

goddess. Hearing his mother treat her like a low-life domestic

boggled his mind. Seeing Diane accept it, boggled mine. By the

time Cheryl was through, tears started flowing down Diane’s

cheeks. To add insult to injury, Cheryl told her that it was not

proper for domestics to eat with the family. She told her to

take her plate to the kitchen. Diane hung her head, picked up

her dinner, and departed.

  When she was out of ear shot, I looked to Cheryl and started

to speak. She shushed me with a raised hand, and said, “Don’t

say anything, Red. I know what I’m doing.” She looked at Jason

and added, “Do you like her, Jason?” He nodded. “Would you like

to see what she looks like naked?” His eyes bugged out. He

swallowed hard and nodded vigorously. “If I am successful,

you’ll get more than that.”

  Jason turned to me and said, “Let Mom handle this, Dad. She

knows what she’s doing.”

  The boy thinks with the head of his dick, but so did I at

his age. I said, “Hey, she’s all yours, Cheryl. I’m staying out

of this completely.”

  Cheryl began at once to train Diane. She started with the

cleaning-up after dinner and dogged her until late in the

evening. Diane could do no right. Cheryl brought her to tears

several times. Cheryl reminded me of a drill sergeant at boot

camp: loud, degrading, demeaning, and authoritative. What’s

more, Diane reminded me of a young trainee: frightened, nervous,

unsure, moldable.

  Jason and I cringed when Cheryl first slapped Diane across

the face for not addressing her as ma’am. We left the room when

Cheryl forced Diane’s nose into some gravy she’d spilled on the

floor. After three days, Cheryl had Diane stepping and fetching.

She had her calling her ma’am, calling me, sir, and calling

Jason, master. Jason loved his title.

  On the fourth day, after breaking a cheap vase, Cheryl

instituted spanking. She took Diane by the elbow and marched

her into the garage. We heard the smacks and cries. Right after

the spanking, Jason disappeared into his room for an hour. I

later learned that Cheryl had administered the spanking on

Diane’s naked ass after making her lift her skirt and bend at the

waist. Cheryl dragged her panties to her ankles. She described

Diane’s pouting sex lips and her extra large clit. She took the

spanking well and juiced-up nicely. Cheryl reported that her

training was progressing well. I had to agree.

  By week’s end, Cheryl was taking Diane to the garage hourly

it seemed. Diane spent more time in the garage than out. Jason

spent as much time in his room as Diane spent in the garage. For

major infractions, like forgetting to call Jason, Master, Cheryl

used a wide leather belt and made her strip naked. After a

punishment session, she made Diane stand with her nose pressed

into a corner for up to three hours, still naked. Jason and I

found countless excuses to go to the garage after a whipping.

God, what a body!

  Cheryl did not hit Diane hard, but she did redden her ass

and thighs. Diane never laid out or even wore a swim suit. She

had no tan line, and her skin, besides being blemish free, was

the color of cream all over. The reddened area stood out in

stark contrast. You could see where every blow landed for hours

afterwards. Having us see her naked backside caused Diane no end

of embarrassment. She clenched her legs tightly together and

pressed bodily into the corner as though trying to merge with the

wall.

  Cheryl was quite pleased with the progress she made with

Diane. She had Diane attending her toilet: bathing her, painting

her toes, doing her hair and make-up, even trimming her pubic

bush. Cheryl shaves her cunt lips, or used to until Diane

started doing it for her. In addition to these personal

services, she calls on Diane to clean her after sex with Frank.

She said she could make her do it with her tongue, but was saving

that for a special occasion. I was in awe of Cheryl’s success.

  The others new nothing of Cheryl’s work. They only knew

that Diane was helping out around the house. Whenever someone

stopped by, Diane was busy. Cheryl planned a coming out party

for Diane. On the Friday before the weekend get-together, Cheryl

handed Diane her new uniform and ordered her to put it on. She

instructed her to wear it without bra or panties. Diane took one

look at the dress and cringed. She begged Cheryl not to make her

wear it. Cheryl was adamant. Jason and I were introduced to the

dress at dinner that evening. We almost fell out of our chairs.

  The dress was exceedingly short with an open bodice. The

ruffled lace hem did not hide her lower moons, nor did it hide

much in front. Were it not for the white apron, we could have

easily seen her pussy. The tiny apron just barely hid her cleft,

coming just below the juncture of her thighs. She wore

wide-pattern fish net stockings and a pair of five-inch heels.

The waist pinched in tight and flared to the bust line. The

wired top cupped her breasts, presenting them more than covering

them. The full upper globes quivered in the half cups. The tops

of each nipple crested the rim. When Diane turned, we saw that

the back was open to her ass, showing the top of her ass crack

framed by the tails of the bow. Diane was beet red throughout

dinner.

  After her first departure, I turned to Cheryl and said,

“Outstanding! How did you get her to put that thing on?”

  “It was easy after I gave her a real whipping. If she

bends over, you’ll see the welts.”

  “No Shit! What did you use on her?”

  “I cut a switch from the willow tree.”

  “Damn, and she took it?”

  “Yes, she took it. Honestly, Red, you amaze me sometimes.

Do you really think she doesn’t want this? Christ, she almost

had an orgasm while I was doing it.”

  Jason piped in, “Mom, are you serious? She liked it!”

  “Jason, sweetheart, you know nothing about women. If you

learn nothing else, remember, never listen to what a woman says.

Learn to read body language. A woman’s body can’t lie.”

  “I don’t get it.”

  “Well, I’m sure as hell not going to give lessons. Maybe

your father can clue you in. He does know some things.”

  Diane returned with ice tea and looked flushed. She

bashfully made the rounds, filling our glasses. Jason and I

tried reading her body language. All we could read was, “Please!

Stop staring at my body.” Cheryl must have read, “Please do

something to make me show my pussy and naked ass.”

  Cheryl’s fork flipped from her hand and landed on the floor

behind her. Diane eyed it nervously. Cheryl said, “Remember how

I told you to pick things up. There’s a fresh switch in the

garage if you forgot.”

  Diane’s face reddened. She moved to the fork, facing away

from me and Jason. She took a deep breath then bent from the

waist with her feet about eighteen inches apart. Her skirt rose

up over her streaked moons and her pussy peeked out from between

her tawny alabaster thighs. Her shiny pink clit hung out at the

bottom of the slick coral crease and her full inner lips fanned

out like an orchid. Her asshole could also be seen when she was

at her lowest. She picked up the fork and slowly returned to an

upright posture. She remained fully doubled over with her head

past her knees much longer than was necessary – a five second

count, I learned later. She then stood slowly, wiped the fork on

her apron, and returned it to the side of Cheryl’s plate.

Cheryl smiled and dismissed her. Her whole body had a red glow.

When Diane left the room, Cheryl said, “If you two can’t read

that body language, you’re both blind as bats.”

  It was an obscene display, totally out of character for

Diane. Jason looked confused. I turned to him and said, “Son,

that wasn’t just a vagina you saw, that was a very aroused

vagina. She loved showing it to us, despite how she acted.”

  “How can you tell?”

  Cheryl said, “Hold on, Red. Before you start, I think I’d

like to take my leave. I’ll go check on the help.”

  After she left, Jason smiled and said, “Mom doesn’t

embarrass easily. This must be good.”

  “I don’t think it is embarrassment as much as discomfort.

Anyway, did you notice how full and open her cunt was?”

  “Heck yeah!”

  “Did you see how her clit stood out, all pink and wet

looking?”

  “Yeah, I noticed.”

  “Did you see how her inner labia lips were full open and

wet?”

  “You mean the flabby part?”

  “Right, and besides, that pussy was drooling. Normally, you

can’t see inside a pussy with the legs that close together unless

it’s aroused. Pussies are like cocks, when aroused, they fill

with blood, swell up, and open up. That pussy was ready for a

fucking.”

  “Wow! Is Mom going to let you fuck her?”

  “When the time is right, she’ll probably let both of us fuck

her. Just be patient.”

  “Do you really think it might happen?”

  “It sure looks that way.”

  Jason pushed back from the table and stood, saying, “I’ve

had enough dinner. I’m going to my room.”

  I smiled and said, “Don’t wear it out, Son; you might need

it soon.” He blushed and left.

  Cheryl returned right after he left. She smiled and said,

“My poor baby. I heard what you told him. That was beautiful; I

should have stayed. Hell, I should have told him myself. I

don’t know why I get this way around him. I’d like to be totally

free and open. I can’t even bring myself to walk around naked in

front of him. Isn’t that silly?”

  “I’m sure he wishes you would. Go see him right now. You

can break the ice.”

  “Yeah, right. I could give him a hand, I suppose.”

  “Hand, hell, the kid needs a fuckin’ blow job.”

  “Well, he’ll soon be getting that from the maid. By the

way, she’s hotter than hell. I fingered her in there. Her pussy

feels like membrane soup.” Cheryl held her wet hand up and said,

“Want a whiff?”

  “Please, I’m eating dinner.”

  “Excuse me! Since when did you become a connoisseur?”

  “When I get a whiff of Diane’s pussy, I want to get it off

my own fingers, thank you.”

  “Suit yourself, but it might be a few days.”

  “Not by the looks of things.”

  “Hey, if you want it, she’s in the kitchen. Just bend her

over the counter and pork the slut.”

  “I’ll wait. I don’t want to scare her off at this point.”

  “Shit, Red, we couldn’t drive her off with a team of killer

dogs. We’re stuck with the bitch.”

  “Poor us. What WILL we do?” Cheryl smiled.

  That evening, we were treated to a punishment session in the

living room. Cheryl made Diane strip right in front of me and

Jason. She then took a belt to her ass and thighs. Cheryl made

her stand with her ass facing us and took her time. Diane’s

juices were drooling down her inner thighs before Cheryl was

through. Afterwards, she made Diane stand in the corner facing

us until bedtime. Jason had to leave the room twice.

  Saturday afternoon, everyone gathered at the house for a

pool-side barbecue. Diane kept out of sight until the critical

moment. It was her job to bring out the ribs. Everyone knew

that something was going on because Cheryl requested that they

all leave their kids at home. Cheryl waited until everyone was

settled on the deck, then rang a bell. When Diane stepped

through the patio doors in that uniform, carrying the platter of

raw meat, there was a sudden mass intake of air, absolute

silence, then a pin dropped. Sue also dropped her drink.

  Diane never looked sexier. She had a full body blush as she

stepped awkwardly towards the table, trying not to catch her

spike heels in the decking cracks. The wind whipped at her thin

apron, treating us to flashes of her pussy, freshly shaved bald.

All eyes followed her progress as she twisted away from the wind.

Tongues fell to the deck; flies flew in and out of open mouths.

Diane set the tray beside the grill, turned to Cheryl and said,

almost in tears, “Will there be anything else, Ma’am?”

  “No, just attend my guests and keep their drinks fresh.”

Diane did a curtsey and departed. Cheryl smiled at our

astonished guests.

  I wasn’t sure how our friends would take this. Diane was a

friend, our beloved Neal’s widow. They’d grown accustomed to

Cheryl’s bizarre behavior. The women accepted Cheryl as a

mistress to their husbands. Her bisexuality was an amusement.

Inez and Rachel had experienced Cheryl as unwilling lovers.

Neither was bisexual. Inez had taken quite a ribbing while she

was paying interest on the loan. Cheryl used to take her off

from the group and return her with a wet face. The women all

knew that if they got too drunk, they were likely to be assaulted

by Cheryl. It was a running joke. They playfully called Cheryl

a sexual predator. When Diane came into the group, we all knew

she’d have to have her. Diane proved to be unreachable. She

never let her hair down, never drank, never got crazy. She was

always modestly dressed and always the proper lady. Seeing Diane

play the subservient maid in that outfit told volumes. They all

knew how vulnerable Diane was and how determined and crafty

Cheryl could be.

  For the longest time, nobody spoke. Finally, Rachel stood

and toasted Cheryl, saying, “Well, I suppose congratulations are

in order. Maybe now I can tie one on without worrying about

waking up with a woman’s thighs clamped over my ears.”

  Nervous laughter broke out, thawing the tension. Frank

said, “How is she, Cheryl?”

  “As a maid, she sucks.” Everyone broke up laughing at what

they thought was a double meaning.

  Inez said, “It just takes practice. Like they say, once you

get past the smell, you’ve got it licked.” More laughter

followed.

  Diane returned carrying a tray of fresh drinks. She seemed

to be adjusting to the exposure. Though still flushed, she no

longer bothered turning against the wind. She let the wind blow

her apron up and tolerated the eyes feasting on her privates. At

first, her old friends tried not to be obvious about their

stares. Before long, they looked openly, unabashedly, even

dipping heads to look between her legs. Even the women

participated. Amazingly, no one treated her as an old friend, an

equal. Cheryl never told them how to act, they just picked up on

it. Comments about Diane’s body began to flow in her presence.

They spoke about her as though she weren’t there. Cheryl enjoyed

Diane’s humiliation. Diane kept her cool composure even when

someone poked a head under her skirt. She almost lost it when

Frank grabbed her ass and made her spill a drink on the

bikini-clad Rachel. Rachel swiped scotch off her bare legs and

cried, “Clumsy bitch!” Rachel had never been terribly fond of

Diane.

  Diane turned fearful eyes on Cheryl and set the tray down.

She apologized and began wiping Rachel’s legs with a hand towel,

giving the rest of us a delightful display of her naked pussy.

She seemed oblivious of the show she was putting on as she

swabbed Rachel’s widely parted legs. Ed leaned in close to me

and said, “I don’t fuckin’ believe this. You fuck her yet, Red?”

  I smiled. Frank leaned around Diane’s leg and looked right

into Diane’s crotch from the rear and exclaimed, “Jesus H Christ,

her cunt is bald as a baby’s butt. His hand went between her

legs, instantly bringing Diane erect. She stiffened as Frank

entered her. Cheryl shouted, “You take care of Rachel, bitch!”

Slowly, trying to ignore Frank’s plunging fingers, Diane returned

to wiping Rachel’s dry legs as Rachel hung her legs over the arm

rests of her chair. Frank was lewdly finger-fucking Diane using

his two middle fingers and whipping her crotch into a froth.

Diane’s knees appeared ready to buckle as she dutifully accepted

the abuse and attended Rachel’s inner thighs.

  During this lewd exhibition, Dave and Sue sat quietly on my

left, Sue at my side. Sue was taking it all in. Her eyes rarely

left Diane’s loins. Dave hadn’t said a word. He had long ago

learned to leave his morality at the door. He knew that at some

point during the party, I’d take his wife by the hand and lead

her to my bedroom, usually at a time when everyone was looking

and could see where we went. Afterwards, I’d return her looking

fresh-fucked, her hair a mess, her lipstick smeared, and semen

trailing down her legs. Sue enjoyed being put on display in this

way, though she always protested mildly. With Sue, you can only

get her to do what she wants to do anyway. She just needs to

feel helpless and pressured.

  As she watched Frank abusing Diane, her face and neck grew

splotches of red, a dead give away to her state of arousal. When

Diane fell to her knees and succumbed to a powerful orgasm, Sue

reached over and gripped my hand tightly, telegraphing her

immediate need. When I didn’t respond, she tugged. When that

didn’t work, she stood and pulled me to my feet, leading me into

the house. She dragged me to the bedroom, shut the door, and

attacked me. The woman was insatiable. She had me exposed, on

my back, and mounted in record time. I took advantage of her

aroused state to press once again on behalf of Cheryl. I said,

“Sue, I’m getting tired of you putting off my wife. She wants

you. Either you make yourself available to her, or I’m sending

your pictures out to your parents and telling them who their

grandchild’s father really is.”

  I’d made this idle threat so many times, it was quite

powerless. This time, however, Sue said, “Is there no other

way?”

  I said no, somewhat surprised. She hung her head in mock

surrender and said, “I won’t resist. Is she going to treat me

like Diane?”

  I hadn’t thought about that, but quickly said, “You can

count on it, and Dave better learn to accept it.”

  She looked into my eyes while riding my cock and said, “Dave

knows his place, Red. Our daughter is proof of that. If he

pouts or complains, he knows he won’t get any for weeks.” She

paused, then said, “When are you going to tell Cheryl?”

  “Right after we’re through.”

  “God, do you think she might put me and Diane together?”

  “How do you mean?”

  “You know, make us do things to each other, put on a show.”

  “You mean like make you lick Diane’s pussy in front of

everyone.”

  “YES!”

  “In the nude?”

  “YES! Both of us.”

  “I think she will.”

  Sue moaned and bucked harder, riding my erection. After a

few moments, she said, “Red, I’m pregnant again. It’s yours. I

told Dave right before we came over.”

  “Did you tell him it was mine?”

  “Yes, but that wasn’t necessary. Since I’ve been off the

pill, he’s been using a condom.”

  “No wonder he was so quiet.”

  “Red, are you going to make me carry this one full term

also?”

  “What do you think?”

  She rode me harder, bucking furiously. She exploded in

climax and slowed to a slow, gentle easy ride, moaning in

ecstasy. She looked at me through glassy eyes, smiled, and said,

“Everyone knows I’m your whore, Red. Tammy [her

thirteen-year-old daughter], the neighbors, the church, even my

parents know. Anyone that knows you and takes one look at Jenny

knows. Going anywhere with her is like having a sign on my ass

that says, ‘Red’s Whore.'”

  “Good, soon you’ll have two signs, won’t you?”

  “Yes! You bastard, you’ve ruined me. I’m not going to

fight you anymore.”

  This declaration was more than I’d dreamed. For the past

two years, I’ve been trying to set Jason up with Tammy. Sue has

steadfastly refused. Tammy is not allowed to date and rarely

visits us. She has blossomed into a gorgeous teen in the past

year, a small version of her mother. Jason has had his eye on

her ever since she developed tits. Sue knows damn well that to

let Tammy go out with Jason was tantamount to handing over her

cherry. Jason has a bad reputation. I’ve bailed him out of

three statutory rape charges by paying off parents. I said, “In

that case, tell Tammy she has a date with Jason tonight.”

  Sue stopped her motion to stare at me. She shook her head

slowly, then said, “You won’t give up, will you?”

  “No, I won’t.”

  She thought for a moment. My dick grew inside her. She

felt it stir and began moving once again. She bit her lower lip

and then said, “All right, I’ll do it.”

  I reached to the bedside phone and handed her the handset,

saying, “Call her.”

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  She took it, paused, then dialed. She said, “Hello, Tammy.

Sweetheart, I want you to do me a favor. I want you to go out

with Jason tonight….no, on a date….yes, I’ve changed my mind.

I think you’re old enough now….I don’t know where he’s taking

you, just be ready by eight.”

  I cupped the mouthpiece and said, “Tell her to wear a

sexy dress.”

  “Honey, you better wear a dress. He might take you to a

nice restaurant….No, wear the yellow one….I know what I said

about it, but you do look cute in it….No, I’m not

setting any curfew. Jason’s a big boy; he knows when too late

is. Okay, bye.” She hung up and said, “Are you happy now? I’m

surprised you didn’t make me tell her to go without panties.”

  “I didn’t think of it, but panties are no problem for

Jason.”

  Sue rode my now stiff erection, building up speed. She

moaned, “God, I can’t believe I’m setting her up for this. Just

last week I forbid her to wear that dress again. It’s at least

two sizes too small. She must think I’ve lost my mind. Dave

will be livid.”

  “What’s one more whore going to matter?”

  “That’s true. Besides, misery loves company.”

  She was bucking and bouncing again. I said, “You don’t look

miserable to me.” She smiled. Jason smiled when I told him he

had a date with Tammy and that he had no curfew.

  Sue had worn a modest two piece swimsuit covered by one of

Dave’s shirts. When we finished fucking, I made her wear only

the shirt. In addition, I only let her button the two bottom

buttons. When she stood, semen poured down her legs. She looked

at herself in the mirror, turned and looked at the rear view.

She looked at me and smiled bashfully, saying, “This will

definitely blow Dave’s mind, not to mention the rest of them.

Are you sure you want me to go out there like this with Jason

still home?”

  “Sure, why not. He’ll be fucking you one day. He may as

well get a peek.”

  “My, but we are bold now, aren’t we? I see you took me at

my word.”

  “Absolutely. Come on, you have a show to do.”

  I led Sue to the patio doors and eased her through. She got

a sudden case of nerves at the last moment. Diane passed her on

the way in and looked down. Someone had pulled Diane’s top below

her tits and removed her apron. The stiff top pushed up on the

underside of her big mounds distorting them grossly. I gave her

left tit a squeeze as she passed me.

  All eyes focused on Sue as we stepped onto the patio. Sue

blushed and headed for her chair. Dave looked away in disgust.

Everybody else smiled. I gave Frank and Ed a high five. I took

Cheryl aside at the first opportunity and filled her in on the

latest developments. She was delighted to say the least. She

told me that Ed yanked Diane’s top down and fingered her to

another climax. I noticed that his hand had been a little

sticky.

  I went to tell Jason the good news as Cheryl returned to the

party. When I returned to the patio, Cheryl had Sue’s shirt wide

open and was inviting everyone to feel the baby kick. Of course,

no one could feel the baby kick. It was only two months along.

They did, however, feel Sue. She took the groping of her crotch

stoically. Only Dave and Inez abstained. I went over and patted

Dave’s shoulder, saying, “Well, it looks like you’re going to be

a daddy for a third time.”

  He looked up and said, “No, you are.”

  “Now, now, Dave. Let’s not split hairs. What comes out of

your wife is yours, old buddy.”

  “That’s awfully generous considering how much you’ve put

in my wife.”

  Sue shot her husband a disapproving look as Ed fingered her

cunt. She said sternly, “Dave, I warned you about that attitude.

What goes into my body is none of your fucking business. Now,

you apologize to Red this instant.”

  Dave looked at the fingers plowing his wife’s furrow. Sue

widened her legs and drew the shirt flaps off her breasts,

leaning back. He looked to me and said, “I’m sorry, Red.”

  Sue smiled, then added, “Dave, Jason is taking Tammy out

tonight. I want you to give him some money. This is her first

date. I want it to be special. Tell him she doesn’t need to be

home at any special time and give him a condom.”

  Dave looked at his wife with incredulous eyes. She stared

hard right back. For a second, it looked like Dave was growing a

spine, but he stood and checked his wallet. He went into the

house, headed for Jason’s room. I found out later that he gave

Jason fifty bucks and a condom.

  While Dave was seeing Jason, Diane returned. Cheryl

stripped her and ordered her to kneel before Sue. Sue had her

legs draped over her chair arm rests. The rest of us gathered

around as Cheryl ordered Diane to lick Sue’s pussy. Diane slowly

dipped her head between Sue’s legs and licked. Sue grabbed her

head and pulled her in tight. Frank knelt behind Diane and

entered her pussy. After Frank came, we had the two girls get

into a sixty nine with Sue on top. Ed mounted Sue. After Edcame,

they flipped over and I fucked Diane in the ass. Inez

dropped to her knees before Cheryl and ate her pussy. Rachel

fingered Inez and herself at the same time. Dave walked in on

this scene. Jason caught the tail end of the act as he headed

out the door on his way to pick up Tammy. They got home at two

in the morning. Sue and Dave had just left. Inez and Ed were

leaving. Frank had passed out. Rachel, Diane, and Cheryl were

using the master bedroom.

  I sat on the sofa, recovering as Jason led Tammy inside.

Tammy’s yellow dress was torn to shreds. Her right breast hung

out and the skirt was ripped up the front to her navel. She had

no bra, panties, or shoes. Cum matted her hair. Jason tugged

her along and stood her before me proudly. I surveyed her young

body and smiled. Jason parted the skirt halves to show me her

cum leaking pussy. I gave him a thumb’s up. He smiled and took

Tammy to his bedroom.

  That was a banner day at our house. Diane is now a

well-trained whore, as are Sue and Tammy. Diane wears only the

apron, now. She sleeps at the foot of Jason’s bed. Tammy is a

feature performer at our parties. Everybody fucks her, and all

the women use her. She’s pregnant now, two months behind her

mother. Lord only knows who the father is. It might even be

Dave. I just hope it isn’t a red head.

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 We financially outgrew our suburban neighborhood about a

decade ago. We bought this 3/2/2 cracker box sixteen years ago.

We’ve added on, built a pool, deck, sauna, weight room, and den.

Our neighbors are jealous, but they’re still friends. We’ve

known most of them from the beginning–four couples especially.

They’ve all been through tough times. Cheryl and I have helped

them all from time to time. I’m lucky, I suppose. I’m a

top-notch salesman. I’m never out of work or money. I’m also

free with my money. My friends think I’m generous to a fault.

When we go out as a group, I usually grab the check. We

entertain a great deal. Our home is like a yuppie playground.

The drinks are free, the music is sixties/seventies, and there’s

no need to drive home drunk. Either stagger home or crash where

you are.

  Frank and Rachel are our best friends. We knew

them from high school. Frank is an auto mechanic; Rachel sells

Avon–mostly to Cheryl. Cheryl is fucking Frank fairly

regularly. I’ve had the pleasure of bopping Rachel a few times

when she gets shit-faced. Cheryl is bisexual. She’s had Rachel

more than I have – also when shit-faced.. Rachel gets teased

about that a great deal. She’s straight as an arrow with a body

that is anything but straight.

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  Ed and Inez live next door. Ed owns a dry cleaner. Inez

keeps the books. I loaned them the money to start their

business. Inez paid the interest to Cheryl by periodically

depositing tender kisses between her legs. Ed paid interest as

well, making sperm deposits in Cheryl’s sperm bank. Though the

debt has been repaid for years, Ed keeps paying interest. Ed and

Inez are not bad looking; but, of the girls, Inez would have to

be considered the only plain one in the bunch and a little on the

chubby side. I’ve never fucked Inez, probably never will.

  David and Sue are our holy rollers. They never miss church,

though they’ve given up on winning converts from any of us.

David is the only guy that has never fucked my wife, though she

has tried. Sue, on the other hand, will lift her skirt and

spread her legs at the snap of my finger. I had to use a little

friendly blackmail to condition her – a few immodest pictures

taken at a drunken bash on New Years Eve 1986 did the trick. Sue

needs an excuse to commit adultery, but GOD can that woman commit

adultery! She’s a genuine three-holer holy roller. Praise the

Lord!

  She’s also the mother of my second child (two-year-old

Jennifer). This caused quite a scandal. I have fire red hair.

David and Sue are both brunettes. Jennifer has fire red hair.

David just started returning to the group last year, though Sue

never left. David turns a blind eye to his wife’s infidelity. I

get a big kick out of making it difficult for him. Getting her

pregnant was easy. I simply told her to get off the pill and

avoid sex with Dave during ovulation. I ordered her track her

cycles for me and report to me for twice-daily screwings at those

times when she was most fertile. She put up a mild fuss, swore

she couldn’t, but the next day, she presented me with her unused

pills and a chart. Sue is my little whore and I treat her as

such. Cheryl gets a kick out of that. Sue has resisted my

attempts to get her and Cheryl together. She’s weakening,

though.

  And last, but certainly not least, Neal and Diane. Neal was

everybody’s best friend, a regular party animal. He had a joke

for every occasion, the life of every party. He and my wife were

lovers. Diane was by far the most attractive woman in our group.

She was also the youngest at twenty four, the most educated, the

most cultured, and the most stuck-up. She stands five two,

has a full head of silky brown hair down to her ass, and has a

figure that stops express trains (38-22-36). Rachel gives Diane

Avon cosmetics to wear just for the free advertisement. Frankly,

Diane could make a mud pack look good. She has perfect white

teeth, huge brown eyes, and full lips. I’m a leg man, and I’ve

never seen finer legs on any woman. Unfortunately, Diane doesn’t

mess around, drink, or have any vices to exploit. She’s new to

the group. Neal married her three years ago. We, at least the

guys and Cheryl, were excited by her addition. We’ve been

salivating ever since her arrival.

  Neal died in a car wreck three months ago. He was a great

guy but a lousy driver and lousier gambler. He had no life

insurance and owed a fortune in gambling debts. Diane had never

worked a day in her life, had no family to turn to, and we were

her only friends. When they came to foreclose on the house, we

naturally took her in. What are friends for?

  During that first week, she was treated as a guest. As we

got to know her better, and realized how dire her circumstances

were, we began seeing her in a different light. She was helpless

on her own and frightened of the outside world. All she wanted

to do was read and tend the garden. Cheryl was the first to

suggest that we make Diane work for her keep. This idea came

after repeated rejects to her advances. I tried to put the make

on her myself, but grounded out at first base. Cheryl was

pissed. She wanted to make Diane a domestic servant. She said

she could train the bitch. When she described the uniform she

had in mind, I smiled and told her to go for it.

  At dinner that evening, Cheryl dropped the bomb on Diane.

Diane sat meekly listening as Cheryl explained the necessity of

either sending her away, or putting her to work. Diane’s

submissive acceptance inspired Cheryl to sharpen her tone. She

came across as a strict task master, warning and threatening

Diane. Cheryl offered work in exchange for room and board and a

small allowance.

  I was embarrassed, so was our son, Jason. Jason was

seventeen and Diane’s presence in the house had him in tight

pants most of the time. He revered Diane, treated her like a

goddess. Hearing his mother treat her like a low-life domestic

boggled his mind. Seeing Diane accept it, boggled mine. By the

time Cheryl was through, tears started flowing down Diane’s

cheeks. To add insult to injury, Cheryl told her that it was not

proper for domestics to eat with the family. She told her to

take her plate to the kitchen. Diane hung her head, picked up

her dinner, and departed.

  When she was out of ear shot, I looked to Cheryl and started

to speak. She shushed me with a raised hand, and said, “Don’t

say anything, Red. I know what I’m doing.” She looked at Jason

and added, “Do you like her, Jason?” He nodded. “Would you like

to see what she looks like naked?” His eyes bugged out. He

swallowed hard and nodded vigorously. “If I am successful,

you’ll get more than that.”

  Jason turned to me and said, “Let Mom handle this, Dad. She

knows what she’s doing.”

  The boy thinks with the head of his dick, but so did I at

his age. I said, “Hey, she’s all yours, Cheryl. I’m staying out

of this completely.”

  Cheryl began at once to train Diane. She started with the

cleaning-up after dinner and dogged her until late in the

evening. Diane could do no right. Cheryl brought her to tears

several times. Cheryl reminded me of a drill sergeant at boot

camp: loud, degrading, demeaning, and authoritative. What’s

more, Diane reminded me of a young trainee: frightened, nervous,

unsure, moldable.

  Jason and I cringed when Cheryl first slapped Diane across

the face for not addressing her as ma’am. We left the room when

Cheryl forced Diane’s nose into some gravy she’d spilled on the

floor. After three days, Cheryl had Diane stepping and fetching.

She had her calling her ma’am, calling me, sir, and calling

Jason, master. Jason loved his title.

  On the fourth day, after breaking a cheap vase, Cheryl

instituted spanking. She took Diane by the elbow and marched

her into the garage. We heard the smacks and cries. Right after

the spanking, Jason disappeared into his room for an hour. I

later learned that Cheryl had administered the spanking on

Diane’s naked ass after making her lift her skirt and bend at the

waist. Cheryl dragged her panties to her ankles. She described

Diane’s pouting sex lips and her extra large clit. She took the

spanking well and juiced-up nicely. Cheryl reported that her

training was progressing well. I had to agree.

  By week’s end, Cheryl was taking Diane to the garage hourly

it seemed. Diane spent more time in the garage than out. Jason

spent as much time in his room as Diane spent in the garage. For

major infractions, like forgetting to call Jason, Master, Cheryl

used a wide leather belt and made her strip naked. After a

punishment session, she made Diane stand with her nose pressed

into a corner for up to three hours, still naked. Jason and I

found countless excuses to go to the garage after a whipping.

God, what a body!

  Cheryl did not hit Diane hard, but she did redden her ass

and thighs. Diane never laid out or even wore a swim suit. She

had no tan line, and her skin, besides being blemish free, was

the color of cream all over. The reddened area stood out in

stark contrast. You could see where every blow landed for hours

afterwards. Having us see her naked backside caused Diane no end

of embarrassment. She clenched her legs tightly together and

pressed bodily into the corner as though trying to merge with the

wall.

  Cheryl was quite pleased with the progress she made with

Diane. She had Diane attending her toilet: bathing her, painting

her toes, doing her hair and make-up, even trimming her pubic

bush. Cheryl shaves her cunt lips, or used to until Diane

started doing it for her. In addition to these personal

services, she calls on Diane to clean her after sex with Frank.

She said she could make her do it with her tongue, but was saving

that for a special occasion. I was in awe of Cheryl’s success.

  The others new nothing of Cheryl’s work. They only knew

that Diane was helping out around the house. Whenever someone

stopped by, Diane was busy. Cheryl planned a coming out party

for Diane. On the Friday before the weekend get-together, Cheryl

handed Diane her new uniform and ordered her to put it on. She

instructed her to wear it without bra or panties. Diane took one

look at the dress and cringed. She begged Cheryl not to make her

wear it. Cheryl was adamant. Jason and I were introduced to the

dress at dinner that evening. We almost fell out of our chairs.

  The dress was exceedingly short with an open bodice. The

ruffled lace hem did not hide her lower moons, nor did it hide

much in front. Were it not for the white apron, we could have

easily seen her pussy. The tiny apron just barely hid her cleft,

coming just below the juncture of her thighs. She wore

wide-pattern fish net stockings and a pair of five-inch heels.

The waist pinched in tight and flared to the bust line. The

wired top cupped her breasts, presenting them more than covering

them. The full upper globes quivered in the half cups. The tops

of each nipple crested the rim. When Diane turned, we saw that

the back was open to her ass, showing the top of her ass crack

framed by the tails of the bow. Diane was beet red throughout

dinner.

  After her first departure, I turned to Cheryl and said,

“Outstanding! How did you get her to put that thing on?”

  “It was easy after I gave her a real whipping. If she

bends over, you’ll see the welts.”

  “No Shit! What did you use on her?”

  “I cut a switch from the willow tree.”

  “Damn, and she took it?”

  “Yes, she took it. Honestly, Red, you amaze me sometimes.

Do you really think she doesn’t want this? Christ, she almost

had an orgasm while I was doing it.”

  Jason piped in, “Mom, are you serious? She liked it!”

  “Jason, sweetheart, you know nothing about women. If you

learn nothing else, remember, never listen to what a woman says.

Learn to read body language. A woman’s body can’t lie.”

  “I don’t get it.”

  “Well, I’m sure as hell not going to give lessons. Maybe

your father can clue you in. He does know some things.”

  Diane returned with ice tea and looked flushed. She

bashfully made the rounds, filling our glasses. Jason and I

tried reading her body language. All we could read was, “Please!

Stop staring at my body.” Cheryl must have read, “Please do

something to make me show my pussy and naked ass.”

  Cheryl’s fork flipped from her hand and landed on the floor

behind her. Diane eyed it nervously. Cheryl said, “Remember how

I told you to pick things up. There’s a fresh switch in the

garage if you forgot.”

  Diane’s face reddened. She moved to the fork, facing away

from me and Jason. She took a deep breath then bent from the

waist with her feet about eighteen inches apart. Her skirt rose

up over her streaked moons and her pussy peeked out from between

her tawny alabaster thighs. Her shiny pink clit hung out at the

bottom of the slick coral crease and her full inner lips fanned

out like an orchid. Her asshole could also be seen when she was

at her lowest. She picked up the fork and slowly returned to an

upright posture. She remained fully doubled over with her head

past her knees much longer than was necessary – a five second

count, I learned later. She then stood slowly, wiped the fork on

her apron, and returned it to the side of Cheryl’s plate.

Cheryl smiled and dismissed her. Her whole body had a red glow.

When Diane left the room, Cheryl said, “If you two can’t read

that body language, you’re both blind as bats.”

  It was an obscene display, totally out of character for

Diane. Jason looked confused. I turned to him and said, “Son,

that wasn’t just a vagina you saw, that was a very aroused

vagina. She loved showing it to us, despite how she acted.”

  “How can you tell?”

  Cheryl said, “Hold on, Red. Before you start, I think I’d

like to take my leave. I’ll go check on the help.”

  After she left, Jason smiled and said, “Mom doesn’t

embarrass easily. This must be good.”

  “I don’t think it is embarrassment as much as discomfort.

Anyway, did you notice how full and open her cunt was?”

  “Heck yeah!”

  “Did you see how her clit stood out, all pink and wet

looking?”

  “Yeah, I noticed.”

  “Did you see how her inner labia lips were full open and

wet?”

  “You mean the flabby part?”

  “Right, and besides, that pussy was drooling. Normally, you

can’t see inside a pussy with the legs that close together unless

it’s aroused. Pussies are like cocks, when aroused, they fill

with blood, swell up, and open up. That pussy was ready for a

fucking.”

  “Wow! Is Mom going to let you fuck her?”

  “When the time is right, she’ll probably let both of us fuck

her. Just be patient.”

  “Do you really think it might happen?”

  “It sure looks that way.”

  Jason pushed back from the table and stood, saying, “I’ve

had enough dinner. I’m going to my room.”

  I smiled and said, “Don’t wear it out, Son; you might need

it soon.” He blushed and left.

  Cheryl returned right after he left. She smiled and said,

“My poor baby. I heard what you told him. That was beautiful; I

should have stayed. Hell, I should have told him myself. I

don’t know why I get this way around him. I’d like to be totally

free and open. I can’t even bring myself to walk around naked in

front of him. Isn’t that silly?”

  “I’m sure he wishes you would. Go see him right now. You

can break the ice.”

  “Yeah, right. I could give him a hand, I suppose.”

  “Hand, hell, the kid needs a fuckin’ blow job.”

  “Well, he’ll soon be getting that from the maid. By the

way, she’s hotter than hell. I fingered her in there. Her pussy

feels like membrane soup.” Cheryl held her wet hand up and said,

“Want a whiff?”

  “Please, I’m eating dinner.”

  “Excuse me! Since when did you become a connoisseur?”

  “When I get a whiff of Diane’s pussy, I want to get it off

my own fingers, thank you.”

  “Suit yourself, but it might be a few days.”

  “Not by the looks of things.”

  “Hey, if you want it, she’s in the kitchen. Just bend her

over the counter and pork the slut.”

  “I’ll wait. I don’t want to scare her off at this point.”

  “Shit, Red, we couldn’t drive her off with a team of killer

dogs. We’re stuck with the bitch.”

  “Poor us. What WILL we do?” Cheryl smiled.

  That evening, we were treated to a punishment session in the

living room. Cheryl made Diane strip right in front of me and

Jason. She then took a belt to her ass and thighs. Cheryl made

her stand with her ass facing us and took her time. Diane’s

juices were drooling down her inner thighs before Cheryl was

through. Afterwards, she made Diane stand in the corner facing

us until bedtime. Jason had to leave the room twice.

  Saturday afternoon, everyone gathered at the house for a

pool-side barbecue. Diane kept out of sight until the critical

moment. It was her job to bring out the ribs. Everyone knew

that something was going on because Cheryl requested that they

all leave their kids at home. Cheryl waited until everyone was

settled on the deck, then rang a bell. When Diane stepped

through the patio doors in that uniform, carrying the platter of

raw meat, there was a sudden mass intake of air, absolute

silence, then a pin dropped. Sue also dropped her drink.

  Diane never looked sexier. She had a full body blush as she

stepped awkwardly towards the table, trying not to catch her

spike heels in the decking cracks. The wind whipped at her thin

apron, treating us to flashes of her pussy, freshly shaved bald.

All eyes followed her progress as she twisted away from the wind.

Tongues fell to the deck; flies flew in and out of open mouths.

Diane set the tray beside the grill, turned to Cheryl and said,

almost in tears, “Will there be anything else, Ma’am?”

  “No, just attend my guests and keep their drinks fresh.”

Diane did a curtsey and departed. Cheryl smiled at our

astonished guests.

  I wasn’t sure how our friends would take this. Diane was a

friend, our beloved Neal’s widow. They’d grown accustomed to

Cheryl’s bizarre behavior. The women accepted Cheryl as a

mistress to their husbands. Her bisexuality was an amusement.

Inez and Rachel had experienced Cheryl as unwilling lovers.

Neither was bisexual. Inez had taken quite a ribbing while she

was paying interest on the loan. Cheryl used to take her off

from the group and return her with a wet face. The women all

knew that if they got too drunk, they were likely to be assaulted

by Cheryl. It was a running joke. They playfully called Cheryl

a sexual predator. When Diane came into the group, we all knew

she’d have to have her. Diane proved to be unreachable. She

never let her hair down, never drank, never got crazy. She was

always modestly dressed and always the proper lady. Seeing Diane

play the subservient maid in that outfit told volumes. They all

knew how vulnerable Diane was and how determined and crafty

Cheryl could be.

  For the longest time, nobody spoke. Finally, Rachel stood

and toasted Cheryl, saying, “Well, I suppose congratulations are

in order. Maybe now I can tie one on without worrying about

waking up with a woman’s thighs clamped over my ears.”

  Nervous laughter broke out, thawing the tension. Frank

said, “How is she, Cheryl?”

  “As a maid, she sucks.” Everyone broke up laughing at what

they thought was a double meaning.

  Inez said, “It just takes practice. Like they say, once you

get past the smell, you’ve got it licked.” More laughter

followed.

  Diane returned carrying a tray of fresh drinks. She seemed

to be adjusting to the exposure. Though still flushed, she no

longer bothered turning against the wind. She let the wind blow

her apron up and tolerated the eyes feasting on her privates. At

first, her old friends tried not to be obvious about their

stares. Before long, they looked openly, unabashedly, even

dipping heads to look between her legs. Even the women

participated. Amazingly, no one treated her as an old friend, an

equal. Cheryl never told them how to act, they just picked up on

it. Comments about Diane’s body began to flow in her presence.

They spoke about her as though she weren’t there. Cheryl enjoyed

Diane’s humiliation. Diane kept her cool composure even when

someone poked a head under her skirt. She almost lost it when

Frank grabbed her ass and made her spill a drink on the

bikini-clad Rachel. Rachel swiped scotch off her bare legs and

cried, “Clumsy bitch!” Rachel had never been terribly fond of

Diane.

  Diane turned fearful eyes on Cheryl and set the tray down.

She apologized and began wiping Rachel’s legs with a hand towel,

giving the rest of us a delightful display of her naked pussy.

She seemed oblivious of the show she was putting on as she

swabbed Rachel’s widely parted legs. Ed leaned in close to me

and said, “I don’t fuckin’ believe this. You fuck her yet, Red?”

  I smiled. Frank leaned around Diane’s leg and looked right

into Diane’s crotch from the rear and exclaimed, “Jesus H Christ,

her cunt is bald as a baby’s butt. His hand went between her

legs, instantly bringing Diane erect. She stiffened as Frank

entered her. Cheryl shouted, “You take care of Rachel, bitch!”

Slowly, trying to ignore Frank’s plunging fingers, Diane returned

to wiping Rachel’s dry legs as Rachel hung her legs over the arm

rests of her chair. Frank was lewdly finger-fucking Diane using

his two middle fingers and whipping her crotch into a froth.

Diane’s knees appeared ready to buckle as she dutifully accepted

the abuse and attended Rachel’s inner thighs.

  During this lewd exhibition, Dave and Sue sat quietly on my

left, Sue at my side. Sue was taking it all in. Her eyes rarely

left Diane’s loins. Dave hadn’t said a word. He had long ago

learned to leave his morality at the door. He knew that at some

point during the party, I’d take his wife by the hand and lead

her to my bedroom, usually at a time when everyone was looking

and could see where we went. Afterwards, I’d return her looking

fresh-fucked, her hair a mess, her lipstick smeared, and semen

trailing down her legs. Sue enjoyed being put on display in this

way, though she always protested mildly. With Sue, you can only

get her to do what she wants to do anyway. She just needs to

feel helpless and pressured.

  As she watched Frank abusing Diane, her face and neck grew

splotches of red, a dead give away to her state of arousal. When

Diane fell to her knees and succumbed to a powerful orgasm, Sue

reached over and gripped my hand tightly, telegraphing her

immediate need. When I didn’t respond, she tugged. When that

didn’t work, she stood and pulled me to my feet, leading me into

the house. She dragged me to the bedroom, shut the door, and

attacked me. The woman was insatiable. She had me exposed, on

my back, and mounted in record time. I took advantage of her

aroused state to press once again on behalf of Cheryl. I said,

“Sue, I’m getting tired of you putting off my wife. She wants

you. Either you make yourself available to her, or I’m sending

your pictures out to your parents and telling them who their

grandchild’s father really is.”

  I’d made this idle threat so many times, it was quite

powerless. This time, however, Sue said, “Is there no other

way?”

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  I said no, somewhat surprised. She hung her head in mock

surrender and said, “I won’t resist. Is she going to treat me

like Diane?”

  I hadn’t thought about that, but quickly said, “You can

count on it, and Dave better learn to accept it.”

  She looked into my eyes while riding my cock and said, “Dave

knows his place, Red. Our daughter is proof of that. If he

pouts or complains, he knows he won’t get any for weeks.” She

paused, then said, “When are you going to tell Cheryl?”

  “Right after we’re through.”

  “God, do you think she might put me and Diane together?”

  “How do you mean?”

  “You know, make us do things to each other, put on a show.”

  “You mean like make you lick Diane’s pussy in front of

everyone.”

  “YES!”

  “In the nude?”

  “YES! Both of us.”

  “I think she will.”

  Sue moaned and bucked harder, riding my erection. After a

few moments, she said, “Red, I’m pregnant again. It’s yours. I

told Dave right before we came over.”

  “Did you tell him it was mine?”

  “Yes, but that wasn’t necessary. Since I’ve been off the

pill, he’s been using a condom.”

  “No wonder he was so quiet.”

  “Red, are you going to make me carry this one full term

also?”

  “What do you think?”

  She rode me harder, bucking furiously. She exploded in

climax and slowed to a slow, gentle easy ride, moaning in

ecstasy. She looked at me through glassy eyes, smiled, and said,

“Everyone knows I’m your whore, Red. Tammy [her

thirteen-year-old daughter], the neighbors, the church, even my

parents know. Anyone that knows you and takes one look at Jenny

knows. Going anywhere with her is like having a sign on my ass

that says, ‘Red’s Whore.'”

  “Good, soon you’ll have two signs, won’t you?”

  “Yes! You bastard, you’ve ruined me. I’m not going to

fight you anymore.”

  This declaration was more than I’d dreamed. For the past

two years, I’ve been trying to set Jason up with Tammy. Sue has

steadfastly refused. Tammy is not allowed to date and rarely

visits us. She has blossomed into a gorgeous teen in the past

year, a small version of her mother. Jason has had his eye on

her ever since she developed tits. Sue knows damn well that to

let Tammy go out with Jason was tantamount to handing over her

cherry. Jason has a bad reputation. I’ve bailed him out of

three statutory rape charges by paying off parents. I said, “In

that case, tell Tammy she has a date with Jason tonight.”

  Sue stopped her motion to stare at me. She shook her head

slowly, then said, “You won’t give up, will you?”

  “No, I won’t.”

  She thought for a moment. My dick grew inside her. She

felt it stir and began moving once again. She bit her lower lip

and then said, “All right, I’ll do it.”

  I reached to the bedside phone and handed her the handset,

saying, “Call her.”

  She took it, paused, then dialed. She said, “Hello, Tammy.

Sweetheart, I want you to do me a favor. I want you to go out

with Jason tonight….no, on a date….yes, I’ve changed my mind.

I think you’re old enough now….I don’t know where he’s taking

you, just be ready by eight.”

  I cupped the mouthpiece and said, “Tell her to wear a

sexy dress.”

  “Honey, you better wear a dress. He might take you to a

nice restaurant….No, wear the yellow one….I know what I said

about it, but you do look cute in it….No, I’m not

setting any curfew. Jason’s a big boy; he knows when too late

is. Okay, bye.” She hung up and said, “Are you happy now? I’m

surprised you didn’t make me tell her to go without panties.”

  “I didn’t think of it, but panties are no problem for

Jason.”

  Sue rode my now stiff erection, building up speed. She

moaned, “God, I can’t believe I’m setting her up for this. Just

last week I forbid her to wear that dress again. It’s at least

two sizes too small. She must think I’ve lost my mind. Dave

will be livid.”

  “What’s one more whore going to matter?”

  “That’s true. Besides, misery loves company.”

  She was bucking and bouncing again. I said, “You don’t look

miserable to me.” She smiled. Jason smiled when I told him he

had a date with Tammy and that he had no curfew.

  Sue had worn a modest two piece swimsuit covered by one of

Dave’s shirts. When we finished fucking, I made her wear only

the shirt. In addition, I only let her button the two bottom

buttons. When she stood, semen poured down her legs. She looked

at herself in the mirror, turned and looked at the rear view.

She looked at me and smiled bashfully, saying, “This will

definitely blow Dave’s mind, not to mention the rest of them.

Are you sure you want me to go out there like this with Jason

still home?”

  “Sure, why not. He’ll be fucking you one day. He may as

well get a peek.”

  “My, but we are bold now, aren’t we? I see you took me at

my word.”

  “Absolutely. Come on, you have a show to do.”

  I led Sue to the patio doors and eased her through. She got

a sudden case of nerves at the last moment. Diane passed her on

the way in and looked down. Someone had pulled Diane’s top below

her tits and removed her apron. The stiff top pushed up on the

underside of her big mounds distorting them grossly. I gave her

left tit a squeeze as she passed me.

  All eyes focused on Sue as we stepped onto the patio. Sue

blushed and headed for her chair. Dave looked away in disgust.

Everybody else smiled. I gave Frank and Ed a high five. I took

Cheryl aside at the first opportunity and filled her in on the

latest developments. She was delighted to say the least. She

told me that Ed yanked Diane’s top down and fingered her to

another climax. I noticed that his hand had been a little

sticky.

  I went to tell Jason the good news as Cheryl returned to the

party. When I returned to the patio, Cheryl had Sue’s shirt wide

open and was inviting everyone to feel the baby kick. Of course,

no one could feel the baby kick. It was only two months along.

They did, however, feel Sue. She took the groping of her crotch

stoically. Only Dave and Inez abstained. I went over and patted

Dave’s shoulder, saying, “Well, it looks like you’re going to be

a daddy for a third time.”

  He looked up and said, “No, you are.”

  “Now, now, Dave. Let’s not split hairs. What comes out of

your wife is yours, old buddy.”

  “That’s awfully generous considering how much you’ve put

in my wife.”

  Sue shot her husband a disapproving look as Ed fingered her

cunt. She said sternly, “Dave, I warned you about that attitude.

What goes into my body is none of your fucking business. Now,

you apologize to Red this instant.”

  Dave looked at the fingers plowing his wife’s furrow. Sue

widened her legs and drew the shirt flaps off her breasts,

leaning back. He looked to me and said, “I’m sorry, Red.”

  Sue smiled, then added, “Dave, Jason is taking Tammy out

tonight. I want you to give him some money. This is her first

date. I want it to be special. Tell him she doesn’t need to be

home at any special time and give him a condom.”

  Dave looked at his wife with incredulous eyes. She stared

hard right back. For a second, it looked like Dave was growing a

spine, but he stood and checked his wallet. He went into the

house, headed for Jason’s room. I found out later that he gave

Jason fifty bucks and a condom.

  While Dave was seeing Jason, Diane returned. Cheryl

stripped her and ordered her to kneel before Sue. Sue had her

legs draped over her chair arm rests. The rest of us gathered

around as Cheryl ordered Diane to lick Sue’s pussy. Diane slowly

dipped her head between Sue’s legs and licked. Sue grabbed her

head and pulled her in tight. Frank knelt behind Diane and

entered her pussy. After Frank came, we had the two girls get

into a sixty nine with Sue on top. Ed mounted Sue. After Edcame,

they flipped over and I fucked Diane in the ass. Inez

dropped to her knees before Cheryl and ate her pussy. Rachel

fingered Inez and herself at the same time. Dave walked in on

this scene. Jason caught the tail end of the act as he headed

out the door on his way to pick up Tammy. They got home at two

in the morning. Sue and Dave had just left. Inez and Ed were

leaving. Frank had passed out. Rachel, Diane, and Cheryl were

using the master bedroom.

  I sat on the sofa, recovering as Jason led Tammy inside.

Tammy’s yellow dress was torn to shreds. Her right breast hung

out and the skirt was ripped up the front to her navel. She had

no bra, panties, or shoes. Cum matted her hair. Jason tugged

her along and stood her before me proudly. I surveyed her young

body and smiled. Jason parted the skirt halves to show me her

cum leaking pussy. I gave him a thumb’s up. He smiled and took

Tammy to his bedroom.

  That was a banner day at our house. Diane is now a

well-trained whore, as are Sue and Tammy. Diane wears only the

apron, now. She sleeps at the foot of Jason’s bed. Tammy is a

feature performer at our parties. Everybody fucks her, and all

the women use her. She’s pregnant now, two months behind her

mother. Lord only knows who the father is. It might even be

Dave. I just hope it isn’t a red head.

A Favorite Fantasy

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 Well, this is it! I finally convinced Sue that a threesome would be fun & exciting! We decided to go out of town and find a good night spot, close to a hotel, with a young crowd.

   We found a hotel with a great sounding night club about 100 miles from home and checked in. After we got into our room, Sue started getting ready for the evening. She put on her black garter and panties set, a knee length skirt with a slit up one side, a tight fitting sweater, no bra and a pair of spiked heels. She looked great!!

   We headed down to the club, and I couldn’t help feel a sense of pride and excitement at the looks she was getting from guys we passed on the way.

 After we found a table and got some drinks, we started looking around the room for a likely person to share our fantasy with. Sue spotted a good looking guy, sitting alone at the bar, and asked what I thought of him. I said he looked ok and asked her if she wanted me to invite him over to our table. She said, very nervously, OK. I went over and introduced myself, he said his name was my wiaaa was wanting to dance, but I had hurt my back and she wondered if he would like to dance. He said sure, he’d love to.

   He came over to the table with me, introduced himself and asked her if she’d like to dance. I gave her a reassuring wink, and she said she’d love to!

 As I watched them head for the dance floor, I noticed Denny eyeing my wife’s

fine figure and all the leg she was showing through the slit in her skirt. The first dance was a fast one, and Sue was really starting to enjoy herself. Her firm breasts were swinging and bouncing, and every once in awhile, you could catch a glance of garter as her skirt swung around. The next dance was a slow one, and Denny had her held very close. As they danced longer, he started massaging her lower back and working his hands down over her ass. By now I was really getting excited and from the look on Sue’s face, she was really enjoying it too!!

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   When the dance finally ended, they both came back to the table, and Sue

asked Denny to sit with us. He said great!, and sat ond one side of her, while I sat on the other. We had sat there for awhile, making small talk, when I noticed Denny’s hand was under the table and Sue was having trouble keeping up her part of the conversation. I caught her eye questionably, and she just smiled and winked!! With that, I suggested we all get another drink and go up to our room. When we got there, Sue excused herself to the powder room, and Denny and I talked. I explained to him we had never done anything like this before, and that Sue was going to want to take this slowly. He said fine, he knew just how to handle it.

 

   When Sue returned, Denny and I were sitting in chairs and she went over and sat on the bed facing us. You could tell by the look on her face, she was very nervous!! I gave her a reassuring wink and told her Denny and I had talked and he would take good care of her. She started to relax a little and crossed her legs, showing a lot of great looking leg.

   Denny said, ‘why don’t we get things started, why don’t you take the skirt off, Sue?’. Sue, starting to get into the swing of this said, ‘ I’d rather you hold me and give me some TLC first’! With this, they both got up, and Denny put his arms around Sue’s waist and started gently rubbing. I came over and kissed her, told her I loved her, and everything was going to be OK.

Sue then put her arms around Denny’s neck, snuggled in close and told him she loves back rubs. Denny started moving his hands lower, slowly rubbing the

cheeks of her ass. He then reached around and undid her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Sue undid and removed his shirt. He then pulled her sweater over her head, allowing her breasts to swing free. She moved in close, pressing her breasts into his chest and rubbing his back. He says ‘mmmmm, that feels good. She starts running her fingers over his chest, playing with his nipples and he kisses her neck. ‘Mmmmmmmmmmmm’, says Sue. He flicks his tounge softly on her earlobe, and reaches down for her soft ass, squeezing gently.

 She responds by moving her hands shyly over his ass.

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 He says, ‘how about some help with these pants’? She says, nervously, ‘have patience’. After some more rubbing and squeezing, she shyly and slowly unzips his pants. He is running his hands down inside her panties and squeezing her cheeks. She pushes his pants down as he brings a hand up and over a breast. They begin french kissing while he gently massages her tits.

She takes his head and lowers it over a breast. He takes the nipple in his mouth and sucks softly. Sue begins to moan lowly and arching toward him. He moves over to the other tit and begins to softly nibble on it. Sue moves her hands down his legs as he licks and sucks the valley between her breasts.

 Denny starts kissing lower and lower, licking and sucking as he moves closer to her waist. Dropping to his knees, he pulls her panties down. Sue lays back on the bed, as he begins to kiss her thigh. I finally can’t stand it any more, and removing my clothes, I move over to suck on a breast. Denny looks up and smiles, saying’ Ah, we think alike!’ Sue is moaning lowly now, as Denny continues to lick and kiss her thighs, moving closer to her crotch. He buries his face into her mound and licks slowly, back and forth, up and down.

 

 ‘Mmmmm, good’, he says. Sue spreads her legs wider and arches up, to allow him greater access to her clit. He licks and suck on her clit until she begins to buck wildly, having the first of many orgasms!! ‘Faster and harder’, she tells him. ‘Ohhhh, that’s great!!’, she says, as she begins to come back down.

 Denny then moves up and sits over her face, with his cock hanging right over her face. I move down to take over where Denny was. As I begin sucking and licking her clit, I hear Denny say, ‘Mmmmm, suck me!’. I look up and see my wife sucking on his cock! Sliding it in and out, and swirling her tongue around it, like she does for me. Denny is moaning loudly, and reaches down to massage her breasts.

 ‘Don’t stop now!!’, he screams, ‘I’m getting real hot’!

  I move up between her legs to stick my cock into her hot, wet and tight cunt! Sue is going wild now, trying to arch her cunt up to meet me, and at the same time sucking Denny wildly!! I can tell she is really getting turned on by all this attention, because she almost bucks me off!!

  Denny takes her hand and places it on his cock, so she can pump him at the same time. She reaches around and squeezes his ass while still sucking and pumping him. ‘Oh Yes!!’, he says, ‘make me cum!’ I give a final push and

exploded inside her, filling her with my hot sperm!!! She is bucking against me wildly, having another massive orgasm!! I slide off and sit back, exhausted to watch her finish Denny off. ‘C’mon, make me explode in your mouth!, that’s it, blow me!!, he cries. She takes a finger and sticks it up his asshole, while bucking wildly against him!. ‘Feels sooo good’, he says. ‘Cum in me!! she screams, and continues to suck even harder and faster!! Denny is now moaning loudly and bucking against her! ‘Getting closer’, he cries! Sue gently squeezes his balls, while still playing with his asshole. ‘I’m cumming!!! he screams! Sue sucking harder gets every drop that comes out!! Licking him clean, we all collapse onto the bed, total exhausted!!!

  I lean over to my wife, smile, kiss her deeply and tell her, ‘I told you this would be great’!! All she can do is smile back and say ‘I love you too’!

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 In the summer of 1946 I was working at a music store in

Milwaukee where I had graduated from high school in ’41. I’d

reestablished contact with two old friends from school days, Lloyd

and Janice F., who had got married about a year ater graduation. We

got together quite regularly after I came back to town and went pub

crawling; sometimes I would bring a date along but often as not just

the three of us would go out on the town. I thought I knew them

pretty well, but one night I got to know them much better than

before to my surprise and delight.

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  The F,s picked me up at the rooming house I was living at at about

8:30 one evening. Lloyd had mentioned when we set up the date that he

and Janice wanted to take me to the north side of town to see an

interesting act at one of the localclubs. When I asked what it was

all about he said, “You’ll see; I think you’ll like it.” I didn’t

pursue the matter, figuring he had something up his sleeve and I’d find

out what in due time.

  The act was introduced as “Miss Crimson Love” and was a

statuesque brunette who went into a strip routine. Beautiful

face and a most voluptuous body. Lloyd and I were thoroughly turned

on and the odd thing, I noticed, was that so was Janice! We’d had

several drinks before the show but that gleam in her eyes was not

all booze; no question about that. The dancer got down to bra and

crotch patch (she was well endowed in the titty department) and, with

a flourish on the drums and a cymbal crash, finished with a bow all

around. Then she dramatically swept off the wig she was wearing and

announced, in a deep baritone: “SURPRISE!” “She” was, of course, a

man.

  I’d never seen a female impersonator before and was really

amazed at how completely I’d been fooled. Lloyd and Janice were

grinning at my naivete but I was positive that they’d both got a

kick out of the act. We had another drink and left the club. When we

were in the car Janice said, “I feel like doing some more drinking.

Why don’t we all go to our place? We’ve got plenty of booze.” I had

a hunch that something was afoot here; just a feeling that this might

turn out to be an even more interesting night. “Good idea”, I agreed.

  When we got settled in the living room Lloyd went to the

kitchen and came back with glasses, an ice bucket and an almost full

quart of bourbon. We all had several stiff ones on the rocks

discussing the performance.

  Finally Lloyd looked at Janice and said, “Well, let’s liven up the

party Shall I get the cards, Jan?” She gave us both a big smile and

nodded; Lloyd got a bridge deck out of a drawer in the end table. “We

play strip blackjack; it’s faster than poker,” he announced. “No sense

wasting time,” was Janice’s comment; “Go ahead and deal, Lloyd”.

I suddenly got a very warm feeling at the pit of my stomach. I’d

thought before, from time to time, that the F.s were dropping hints

about having sex lives of more than conventional interest; it looked

now as if my hunch was right and that they wanted me to join in the

fun. I was more than ready! The warm feeling spread to my groin as we

picked up our cards. “One thing,” Lloyd told me; “we have the rule

that when the first one gets bare-assed the others get bare-assed

too. Then we change the stakes. I’ll tell you how then.” He looked at

Janice.”But Jan only strips to garter belt and stockings. She looks

great that way. OK” I nodded in eager assent; I was a garter belt and

hosiery freak from way back. We began playing.

  Within about 15 minutes Lloyd lost the final hand and pulled

off his last item of clothing which was, of course, his shorts. I was

down to pants and shorts and Janice had lost everything but bra,

panties and, to be sure, her garter belt and hose. She and I wasted no

time in stripping off what remained.

  “Let’s have another drink around before we go on with the

game” Janice said, and Lloyd poured out three on the rocks. They

looked to me like triples! Well, I thought, let’s get good and

loaded. We sat back and drank, Lloyd and Janice on the couch and me in

an easy chair. We all took a good look at each other; I sure liked

what I saw and it was obvious they did too.

  Janice was a tall gal, slender but beautifully put together

with fine firm tits, shapely long legs and a neat looking little bush

of pussy hair. I could just see the hood of her clitoris peeking out

from the top of her slit. I’d seen her in her swim suit many times

and had drooled over the marvelous curve of her ass. But, of

course, she was “Lloyd’s girl” and I’d never made a pass at her. Now

here she was, in nothing but garter belt and stockings, giving my

stiff cock the eye as she drank. Wow! I was so horny my hand trembled

as I raised the bourbon to my mouth. I shifted my gaze to Lloyd.

  He was about five feet nine or so (Janice was the same height)

and had a body that was the product of many hours spent with the

barbells. He’d been a state champion in his weight class when he was

in high school. Right now his rather thick 7 inches of circumcised

cock was in full erection and I saw that he had a larger than average

set of balls, really a big sack. Neither of us had seen each other

naked before; he was giving me a good once-over, too. Janice, I

noted, was dividing her attention between Lloyd’s prick and mine; she

was obviously getting hornier by the minute and began almost absent-

mindedly playing with one of her nipples.

  At this time of my life (I was 21) I was built fairly well. I

weighed about 160, was five feet eleven and rather athletic looking,

though I was never a jock. My cock, now standing up stiff and strong,

was about the same length as Lloyd’s, but was not as thick and so

looked a bit longer than it really was. I was not circumcised and both

the F.s seemed to get a bang out of that; only half an inch or so of

glans peeked out from under the foreskin.

  “How do you like that cock, Jan?” asked Lloyd. “Ain’t it a nice

one?” He took a pull at his booze. Janice nodded and smiled at us;

“Makes my pussy wet just to look at it” she said. Lloyd finished

his drink and said, “Drink up kiddies; the game goes on!” We downed

the last of the bourbon; I was getting pretty loaded and so, I

could see were the F.s. Lloyd picked up the deck of cards and

explained: “Now we just cut the deck; high card gets the action and the

action is licks and sucks! OK? Here we go.”

  That announcement took my breath away for a few seconds; this

was going to be a real, no-holds-barred party! My pecker

throbbed in anticipation as we made our first cuts. Lloyd got the high

card. He looked at me, then at Janice.

  “Be sure to dig this action good, Jan.” Then, to me: “She gets

horny as hell watchin guys suck dick.” He knelt between my legs,

grasped my cock and went to work; Janice took it all in with an avid

expression on her face. Lloyd gave me about a thirty second workout

and then got up, went over to Jan whose legs spread wide as he knelt

between them. He buried his tongue in her cunt as she held his head

down with one hand and played with one of her tits with the other. I

found myself slowly stroking my own cock. Lloyd had got me going all

right. About a minute or so of this had Janice making little grunting

sounds of pleasure. Lloyd got up then, picked up the deck and handed

it to me, saying:”Cut the cards! The game goes on.”

  Janice got the action the next time and she gave both Lloyd

and me some really expert cocksucking. My turn soon came and I found

that I really enjoyed using my mouth on both Lloyd and Janice. We were

all three reaching a terrific state of horniness with all this sucking

and licking; finally Lloyd lifted Janice’s head (or was it mine? I

don’t recall) up from his prick and said:”Hold it! Getting too

close to blowing my balls! Let’s have another drink and cool off for a

minute.”

  We settled back and he mixed up another trio of whoppers on

ice and handed them around. “OK”, Janice announced, “down the hatch

and then we go into the bedroom! I’m ready for two cocks at once!”

“I’ll drink to that” was Lloyd’s rejoinder and I nodded eager

agreement. We gulped the booze and trooped into the bedroom. Janice

turned on the light: “I like to see everything we do. Hornier that

way.” She lay down in the middle of the king-sized bed and turned on

her right side, facing me, while Lloyd tucked himself tight against her

back on the other side of the bed. She grinned and crooked her finger

at me; I stretched out next to her, face to face with her. He lifted

her left leg and slid his cock into her pussy while she pulled my head

tightly to hers and began flicking her tongue inand out of my mouth

while her left hand began slowly pumping my stiff prick. After a bit

she took my right hand and guided it between her legs;I could feel

Lloyd’s cock thrusting in and out of her wet cunt. “Can you feel us

fucking?” she asked; ” do you feel his cock going in up to his

balls? Doesn’t it feel good?”

  I could hardly talk so I nodded andwent back to trading tongues

with her. She released my dick and reaching around my hips slipped

her finger into the cleft of my ass and began probing insistently at

my asshole. Then I could feel my cock being pumped again. It was

Lloyd’s hand now!

  “Stick your tongue out as far as you can; I want to suck it!”

Janice hissed. “Does it feel good when I finger-fuck you in the ass?”

  “I love it! Do it faster!” was my breathy answer and I gave

her as much tongue as I could; she nipped up and down on it with

pursed lips. Her pussy moved faster now, in perfect time with Lloyd’s

fucking.

  We were in silent motion for a few minutes then. Finally

Janice released my tongue and said:”Now the other way around; you fuck

me and play with Lloyd’s cock.” She turned around on her left side

facing Lloyd; I slipped my cock into her doggy style and she took my

hand and placed it on Lloyd’s stiff pecker. “Fuck me slow and deep”

she told me. “Go in to your balls!” I began doing just that, fondling

Lloyd’s balls and slowly pumping his cock which was slick with

Janice’s juices. My own balls were beginning to show the first signs

of getting ready to produce their load of semen but I knew I could go

on for some time yet. I wanted to; I wanted this to last.I hoped we

could all cum together; it could be done if we timed it right. I could

feel Lloyd’s hand on Jan’s pussy; his fingers were spread and my

dick slid between them as I fucked her.

  “Keep fucking, L..” she said, “and Lloyd, suck my tits now. Suck

’em good!” He complied instantly and I kept up my slow rhythm, all the

way in and almost all the way out, leaving just the head of my cock

between her pussy lips. Then in again to the balls, then out

again. Slowly but steadily. “Oh Jeez, that’s good, that’s it, keep

it up… fuck me!” Janice’s cunt was slippery with her juices; I had

to be careful not to let my pecker slide out of her what with all the

lubrication. At the same time I continued to stroke and slowly pump

Lloyd’s cock which remained big and hard in my grasp. I could feel

his fingers gently grasp and press my balls as my dick sank into Jan’s

wet cunt.

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  Finally Janice moved her hips forward just as I pulled back

and my dick came free. She lifted Lloyd’s head from her tits and sat

up; Lloyd and I did the same. She was breathing fast and shallow now,

almost panting. She licked her lips and said: “Now I want to take both

of your cocks at the same time. I want you both to go off in me.

Lloyd, fuck me while I suck L.. off. And give me all your cum, both of

you! I love it in my pussy and my mouth at the same time!”

  She looked at me; “Do you know I just came two times with

Lloyd fucking me and three times with you fucking me?” I shook my

head, amazed. “Sure,” said Lloyd; “she goes off lots of times in a few

minutes. Hottest cunt I ever knew.” Janice nodded and said ” Lie on

your back, L…” I did and she was on her knees over my stiff

prick in an instant. Lloyd immediately mounted her from behind as

she grasped my cock and began to lick and suck it.

  “Tell us if you’re close to blowing your balls” said Lloyd

as he pumped hiscock into Janice; “she likes to have us shoot

our loads together.” “OK”, I gasped; “not too long now!” He fucked

faster then and Janice was taking my cock’s full length between her

tight lips. I knew it was a matter of a minute or two before my

orgasm began.

  “I’m almost ready!” Lloyd exclaimed and I began pumping my hips

as Jan sucked me; faster and faster. “I’m cumming!” I almost shouted;

I could feel the juice begin its powerful surge. Janice’s finger had

been up my ass since she started sucking me; now it moved in and out

with real speed, increasing my sensation enormously. She humped her

hips backwards faster, meeting Floy’d fucking cock’s every stroke.

Her lips never left my prick as I literally fucked her mouth.

  Then the orgasm gripped me; I could feel my balls contract and

shoot great spurts of cum up through my cock and into Janice’s

eagerly sucking mouth. Again and again it came! Lloyd grunted and

said” Take it Jan! I’m shooting my load, baby! Here it is; take it

all!” He rammed his pecker in and out of Janice like a trip hammer.

With a few final thrusts he released the last of his cum deep into her

cunt and I could feel my spasms come to a shuddering end. Still Janice

didn’t release my cock for almost a minute.

  Finally Lloyd slipped out of her and I did the same; the three

of us lay back on the bed, spent but glowing with the satisfaction

of a powerful orgasmic experience. Finally Janice sighed and said:

“God, but that was good! I came four times! But the best was when

you both shot offin me. Oh,I LOVE it!” To me: “You tasted so good!”

After a while we had some more drinks and then did it all over again

with Lloyd getting sucked and me doing the fucking. Janice was

as ready and responsive the second time as she was the first; she was

a truly amazing gal. This was the first experience of many I had

with the F.s over the course of the next 20 years or so and many of

them were far more exotic than that first one. But I remeber it

with great pleasure now; it helped me tremendously in resolving my

essential bisexuality which had been a troubling thing since it

first became apparent to me in 1942. But that’s material for another

story at another time.

  Sad to say, the F.s have been divorced now for some 15 years and

we’ve lost touch with Janice but I still see Lloyd every now and

then and he still manages to find gals who get turned on by two guys!

  Believe me, you can’t beat friends like that!

3 In Vegas

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Every year the company I work for sends an employee from the east

coast office as well as one from the Midwest office to the COMDEX computer convention held in Las  Vegas. I was selected to go from the Midwest office this last year. I talked my wife, Diane,  into using up some time-off and flying out with me, making a mini vacation out of the whole thing.

Once we arrived and checked into the motel I got in touch with Mike, the employee sent from the east coast office.

  After discussing our schedules for the next few days, we decided to unpack and relax for the rest of the afternoon and meet him later for dinner at the restaurant in the lobby.

Mike never took his eyes off Diane as I made the introductions. Of course she looked great tonight. Diane is a 5’4″ redhead with green eyes. She’s an

attractive lady, not a model but very sensual. She also has a few extra pounds here and there but that only adds to her feminine sexuality.

That night Diane was wearing a black knit skirt, red satin blouse, stockings, and heels.

 She looked fantastic that night and obviously felt so as well.

Throughout the evening Diane was having a great time, with Mike on one arm and myself on the other.

 Diane was the center of our attention, both of us flirting with her and Diane loving every minute of it.

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 When we turned in that night Diane wasted no time in initiating sex.

During our lovemaking I noticed how hot and wet she was.

 When I asked her about this she blushed and admitted that being escorted all night long by two attractive men had really turned her on.

 I told her that I also enjoyed watching her flirt with Mike.

During the next several days this progressed along the same lines.

 Mike and myself lavishing attention on my wife, and later in the evening Diane and I would fuck like newlyweds.

On our last night in town we decided to do it up big. First we went to dinner. Then we went dancing.

 Diane was almost always on the dance floor, either with Mike or myself. Diane made it a point to dance several slow dances with each of us, each time holding us close to her body.

Heading back to the hotel we stopped in at the hotel bar.

  After a few drinks the conversation started drifting towards sex, jokes and subtle comments flying right and left. The electricity around the table was getting pretty strong.

Mike made it no secret that he was attracted to Diane but limited himself to heavy flirting. While Diane had her hand on my leg, I couldn’t help thinking where she would have her hands if I wasn’t with her. Just thinking about it was giving me a raging hard-on.

Diane and I had talked about fantasies where we have a threesome with another man, but we never found someone that we not only felt comfortable with, but that we could safely ask without risking our friendship with him if he refused.

I knew this was the perfect chance to make our fantasy a reality but I couldn’t figure out how I could ask Mike if he wanted to come upstairs and join us in bed.

  I was pretty sure both Diane and Mike would have agreed in a heartbeat, but if they didn’t I’d be the one looking like a fool.

So I suggested that we have a nightcap in our room before turning in, telling Mike we always pack some Irish Mist when we travel. He said it sounded great and would be up in a few minutes.

Once in the elevator I pulled Diane close against me, my hard cock pressing against her bottom through our clothes. Commenting on my obvious condition she asked what I was thinking of.

“Watching Mike’s cock slide into your pussy.”, I told her.

 “Are you sure about this?”

“What do you think.”, I replied and I held her hand tight against my cock. “OK then. Just hold that thought.”

As soon as we got into our room Diane removed her shoes, stocking, and panties, setting them on the table so that Mike would no doubt see them. She then sat one of the stuffed chairs, after she moved it into position to face the other chair and bed.

When Mike arrived he sat in the other chair and I took the bed.

As we drank and resumed our discussion from the bar, always centered around sex. Diane slowly rose one of her legs onto the arm of the chair, which raised her skirt enough that I knew Mike must be getting an eyeful.

Obviously getting worked up and unsure what to do about it Mike jokingly said, “Diane please either cover that pretty little pussy of yours up or let me get a good look.” “Well for a good look,” she said while raising her skirt “you’ll have to get a little bit closer.”

Mike started to get up but then paused and looked at me. “Sounds like an invitation to me.”, I told him.

Mike wasted no time at all in getting his ‘closer look’.

  He knelt on the floor in front of Diane and began licking her pussy, while I started kissing her while fondling her tits through her

blouse. In just a few minutes Diane began shuddering with orgasm, pulling Mike’s head harder against her pussy as she drove her tongue into my mouth. Standing her up we removed Diane’s clothes, and then she helped both of us strip. Turning around, Diane bent over grabbing the back of the chair she had been sitting in and spread her legs apart.

 Looking over her shoulder she told Mike, “Now it’s your turn.”

He moved up behind her, positioning the tip of his cock against her waiting pussy her entered her.

Holding her hips he fucked her, pulling almost all the way out, then driving his cock in again.

I stood close, mesmerized, watching my wife getting screwed by another man. Watching his cock, wet with her juices, sliding in and out of her pussy was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

 My cock was getting so hard it hurt. I was afraid to touch myself at all for fear I’d cum right there.

 Reaching his peak Mike still holding Diane’s hips thrusted harder and harder, finally holding her tight as he came.

As soon as he was out of her I laid Diane down on the bed. Putting her legs on my shoulders I rubbed the head of my cock against her slick pussy before thrusting myself inside her.

Her freshly fucked pussy was hot and wet with both his cum and hers.

 Knowing I was too excited to hold my orgasm back for too long, I started thrusting for all I was worth.

With our eyes locked together she mouthed to me, “I love you.” As my own orgasm overtook me I came saying, “I love you too Diane, oh god how I love you!”

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As I rolled off her Mike came over to take my place between her legs.

  He had been stroking himself while he watched us fuck, making himself hard again. Holding her in my arms we began kissing deeply as Mike once again entered her pussy.

 He went much slower this time, his hands massaging her breasts as he fucked her.

Watching Diane getting slowly fucked by Mike, seeing her totally give in to her passion, was overwhelmingly erotic. Within minutes my cock was hard again.

Throughout the evening we were constantly trying new positions. Both Mike and I pleasing Diane with our hands, tongues, and cocks. Being the sexual focus of two men was driving Diane crazy with passion.

  Mike and I traded places several times, one of us fucking her, while the other one watched, sometimes pleasing Diane with our hands, sometimes having Diane suck our cocks.

When we finally reached the end of our endurance Mike returned to his room.

Diane and I took a long hot shower. Returning to bed we fell asleep holding on to each other.

The next Morning Diane and I spent some time discussing the previous night’s activities.

We both needed to know how we felt about what had happened before returning to our everyday lives.

We were able to accept the fact that adding another dimension to our sex life didn’t effect our love for each other.

What we had done, we did as a couple in love with each other. We met Mike at the airport and said our good-byes. He thanked us for a memorable evening and told me what a special lady I had.

We thanked him for helping us make our fantasy come true. While we haven’t had another threesome since, we both have kept ourselves open to the idea.

 I can’t wait to tell her that Mike will be coming to town on business this next Friday and will be staying over the weekend.

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