I have been going to college for some time now. I'm a young woman who comes from Mexico. I am kind of new to America. It's alright out here. I don't mind. The weather bothers me sometimes, though. It makes you want to come up with ways to keep warm. My name is Sierra Caliente. My last name means heat. I'd like to tell you of a time when I went in heat.
I met a man named Peter Shanks during my last semester of college. Peter Shanks was a tall, lean guy with blond hair and green eyes. He was a professor of physics. A really nice guy was who was really popular around the campus. He was one of the best teachers ever. I am not that good at anything related to mathematics. Peter Shanks was the teacher who helped me out. I've never been exactly a really outgoing person. I stand five feet eleven inches tall and I weigh exactly two hundred and thirty pounds. I'm a hefty kind of girl but I am rather cute in the face department. My body is curvy and hot. I am a big, beautiful woman. I get noticed by the guys but I'm usually not that interested. I've lost my virginity at the age of eighteen to a man who lived in my neighborhood. He ditched me right after we were done. I actually cared for the bastard. My opinion of the male species wasn't exactly high after that. I was hurting and plunged myself into academics. I guess that's how I won a scholarship to go study in the United States of America.
I came to the prestigious University of Boston. It was a big place. I liked it a lot. It's so different from the small village where I grew up. My scholarship covered not only academics but also room and board. I got a job working as a work study for professor Shanks for extra money. The job paid ten bucks an hour and it wasn't exactly complicated. I took it. That's how I got to know the great mister Shanks. He was a widower. His wife's name was Emily and she died three years ago. They had a couple of children. Twin boys. Anthony and Adam Shanks. They were both in their teens. Professor Shanks didn't date much. He was intriguing, to say the least. He was a nice-looking man and many girls at school liked him but he didn't seem to care. He fascinated me. He was always a gentleman. He was always kind. What was a man like that doing without a good woman by his side? I was determined to help the man out of his self-imposed misery. For the remainder of the semester, I dressed up in a sexy way to get his attention. It didn't seem to work. That really frustrated me. I have a nice body, cute face and a really hot ass. Any man in his right mind should be interested in me. I felt bad. I was about to graduate and there was no way that Peter Shanks was gonna get with me. I wanted him so bad, though. One day, I let one of his friends know that I kind of liked him. The friend blabbed to him, which is exactly what I wanted to happen. Professor Shanks knew that a really hot Mexican chick wanted to get with him. Would he take the bait? I learned that he had a strict policy of not dating at the office.
I was appalled. On one hand, I understand. In America, the guys are careful around the women. Women are always suing for sexual harassment here. Most of the time, these allegations are false. I can understand why the men get nervous. I had an idea. A couple of days before graduation, I sent him a letter. I let him know that I wanted to meet with him at a public place. Just to talk as friends. He accepted and we met there. He was looking good in a suit. I had dressed appropriately for the occasion. We had dinner and talked about a lot of things. I was graduating with a Bachelor's degree in Business Management in a couple of days. Peter Shanks was considering leaving the world of teaching. He wanted to retire to the country. I knew many girls who would miss him. He was such a handsome man. After dinner, I asked him to drop me at my place. Ever the gentleman, he accepted. We went to my dorm and I gave him a drink. The dorm room was big enough for four people and my only roommate was gone. We had the place all to ourselves. I decided to put the moves on Peter. He responded to my feminine charms.
I sat him on the bed and were making out. I was touching him and he was touching me. I was feeling him through his pants. He was really excited. I took my clothes off and showed him my sexy body. He liked what he saw. He got naked really quickly. I looked at his equipment. He had a really big dick. I got down on my knees to taste that bad boy. Peter leaned back while I worked on his member. I sucked his cock and licked his big balls. He had a really big dick. I sucked him off until he came, then decided to give him something to remember me by. I took off and went into the other room, leaving him a bit worried. I came back with some lotion.
He asked me what it was for. I told him. I swear his cucumber-sized dick got even harder. I got down on my hands and knees and he looked at my sexy bubble butt. I spread my ass cheeks wide open and exposed my asshole. He greased me up. I wanted a hot sausage crammed in my shitter and he was the man for the job. He pushed his cock into my lubricated asshole. His dick went into my shithole. I felt it push its way in. He grabbed me by the hips and fucked me in the ass. He plunged his cock deep into my asshole. He fucked me so hard I thought I was going to pass out. He continued to fuck me for a long time, his dick violating my willing bunghole. He came, unleashing his hot poison deep inside my asshole. I screamed my lungs out.
This was the beginning of a really passionate affair for Peter Shanks and me. He was a great lover. I saw him a few more times and then moved from Boston to Atlanta to work for a tax firm. I was glad to have given him a night he would never forget. I never told him this but I did lose my virginity to him, sort of. He was the first man to drive his member up my back door. He wasn't the last, this I can tell you right now. I'm working now and I'm always looking for a lover. A nice man who is terrific in bed. That's the best kind of man.
END
Rabu, 28 Juli 2010
A Beginning for an End Ch. 02
Carla awoke as the sun streamed through the apartment window. She stretched, rolled up on one elbow and looked down at the sleeping Darryl and beyond to their lover, Leanne. Last night had been rather surprising. Though the assault on Darryl had gone off exactly as planned, Carla's reaction to it was, in the morning light, not what she'd expected.
The "problem" was that Darryl was just so little, barely 5'5" and very slight. He was so smooth that from the rear he looked like a tall 12-year-old though there was nothing immature about his front, no indeed! Not that he was hung like a horse or anything, but a normal cock on a small man looks bigger than it really is. Carla, then, had always seen him as a small, effeminate-looking guy who really needed to acknowledge his feminine side. It had come as a mighty surprise when, after the two women had ravished his ass, he'd returned the favor forcefully, very forcefully! Maybe he wasn't so meek, after all. Remembering her anal mauling, Carla's nipples began to rise to attention. Though her breasts weren't more than about an A -cup, the nipples thereupon could stick out a good half inch when she was aroused and she was getting more aroused and more erect by the minute.
And speaking of erect, Darryl had rolled over onto his back and made a noise in his sleep that might have been a moan and might have been a whimper. To Carla it looked like someone else was remembering the events of the previous evening because his manhood was fully engorged and sticking straight up his stomach. The sight struck something within her and Carla, who had been the butch to Leanne since they'd met, began to wonder if there might be someone else who needed to get in touch with a feminine side. To put it bluntly, she was wet, horny and, for a change, feeling receptive. That last hadn't happened in so long, she'd almost forgotten what it felt like.
Gently tossing back the sheet, Carla lowered her mouth to Darryl's crotch and delicately began to run the tip of her tongue up and down the underside of his erection. Then, as he came to delighted consciousness, she grabbed his shoulders and rolled onto her back. "Come here, stud," she purred.
Darryl started a bit in confusion but there was no way he was going to lose this opportunity. He'd wanted to get into the taller woman's pants ever since his girlfriend Leanne has introduced him to her "roommate" and now that the chance had arrived, he intended to take full advantage. Lifting her legs, he placed one knee behind each muscular buttock and drove himself to the hilt into her waiting sex. Lifting himself onto his elbows, he found to his delight that his mouth was now perfectly in line with her hardened nipples. Alternately slathering them with his tongue and sucking on them, hard, he soon had Carla shuddering and moaning. "Darryl, oh God, sweetie! Keep it up, keep it uuuuuuup . . .!
The third inhabitant of the king-size bed now roused and, raising an amused eyebrow, Leanne beheld the scene. Her boyfriend was industriously fucking her girlfriend! Now that was different! Usually it was one or the other fucking her. Perhaps a change of plans might have to be considered. Originally, Carla had insisted that Darryl was the perfect choice for conversion into an androgyne, a bisexual individual equally appealing to masculine gays and feminists looking for a more sensitive, "New Age" lover. Now it appeared that the worm had turned. Darryl was settling into a steady rhythm of long, driving strokes Leanne knew only too well. He did this to her on a regular basis, usually for an hour or more. By the time he finally did decide to climax, Leanne could very well have breakfast made though whether Carla would be in any condition to enjoy it was another question. Already the athlete was starting to throw her head back and forth as orgasm after orgasm wracked her. Watching the unexpected events, Leanne slid out from under the covers and walked around to the foot of the bed to watch Darryl's slick, glistening member piston in and out of Carla's welcoming snatch.
To Leanne's amazement, he was ramming her bareback. For as long as she'd known Carla, the dominant woman had had an almost obsessive insistence on condoms on any of those rare occasions when she'd decided that what she needed that night was male. Now, worked up to a rolling orgasm that went on and on, Carla was laid open for possible motherhood. Rather than being alarmed, Leanne was intrigued with the possibilities. If Darryl knocked Carla up, he would be a gentleman and insist on marrying her and unknown to Carla, when Darryl got insistent the response of "No", wasn't an option. More than once her usually mild lover had gotten his back up, set an emphatic jaw and run right over her protests. It was one of those things that she found so endearing. Darryl might look like a mouse but that didn't mean he couldn't roar!
Folding her arms under the pale globes on her chest, Leanne began to consider the potential. If Carla got pregnant and found herself married to Darryl, then she, Leanne, could be the resident mistress to them both in the ultimate manage a trois. With Darryl's considerable financial acumen and connections in the investment banking circles, he could easily support a large family and with his considerable talents in the bedroom he could easily make sure he had a large family to support. She and Carla could take turns having babies and each of the three could take turns baby-sitting while the other two played grownup games under the covers . . . or on top of them, for that matter.
As the scenario played itself out in Leanne's imagination, Darryl was picking up the pace a bit and Carla was, to put it bluntly, being driven mad. There was a good possibility that she would just black out before Darryl came and then he would either become alarmed, jump off and call for help or withdraw and turn his virile attentions to Leanne. That could spoil everything, however fun it might be. If Leanne got pregnant she knew full well that Carla wouldn't take up the role of alternate mommy. Preemptive action was required.
It was then that her eye wandered to the strap-on harness and dildo that Carla had used on Darryl the previous evening. Leanne had been "sandwiched" a couple of times in the past, before she met either Carla or Darryl. It had been exciting but the idea bothered her from the standpoint of gender politics. In other words, why was it that in MMF threesomes the woman got penetrated twice but in MFF threesomes the man penetrated both? This gross unfairness stopped Leanne from letting more than one person inside her at a time, no matter who they were. Silly, perhaps, but that's the way she felt about it and she stuck to her convictions. Now the option of somewhat turning the tables lay before her. Of course, if having her dildo nail Darryl in the prostate made him climax and Carla did get pregnant that would make Leanne sort of an accessory, even sort of an assistant parent. She liked that idea!
Pulling the black leather up around her fleshy thighs and sliding the "top's" end of the dildo into her now dripping and engorged pussy, Leanne crawled up between the pairs of legs before her. Liberally covering the plastic end with KY, she waited until Darryl was all the way into Carla and then placed its head right against the man's puckered star. He had no choice but to either stop fucking Carla or to impale himself on Leanne's dildo. Without missing a stroke he backed up and Leanne was treated to the sight of her marbled purple, silicone dildo disappearing into Darryl's ass. His previous night's violation stood him in good stead as his sphincter muscles opened easily and Leanne's pelvis bottomed out on his buttocks. Now he really shifted gears. Growling and panting, Darryl drove faster and faster into Carla's swollen pussy and Leanne kept pace behind him until all three of them screamed, howled and shrieked into climax,then collapsed.
Some time later, they all disentangled themselves and silently showered and dressed. Without a word the three lovers made their way to the nearest coffee shop and over strong coffee and piles of pancakes considered each other.
"You're probably pregnant, you know," teased Leanne.
"It's really not the right time of the month" replied Carla, "but anyway that wasn't fair, you two ganging up on me like that."
"Excuse me? Two against one is unfair?" Darryl's face was unreadable. "I think it was just a case of sauce for the gander being sauce for the goose! Besides, you started it." A grin broke out. "Not that the idea of your being pregnant isn't fraught with possibilities." Turning to Leanne his grin became a leer. "But so is the idea of another two against one!"
"Yeah," retorted Carla focusing on Leanne's ample cleavage and licking her lips "isn't it!"
The "problem" was that Darryl was just so little, barely 5'5" and very slight. He was so smooth that from the rear he looked like a tall 12-year-old though there was nothing immature about his front, no indeed! Not that he was hung like a horse or anything, but a normal cock on a small man looks bigger than it really is. Carla, then, had always seen him as a small, effeminate-looking guy who really needed to acknowledge his feminine side. It had come as a mighty surprise when, after the two women had ravished his ass, he'd returned the favor forcefully, very forcefully! Maybe he wasn't so meek, after all. Remembering her anal mauling, Carla's nipples began to rise to attention. Though her breasts weren't more than about an A -cup, the nipples thereupon could stick out a good half inch when she was aroused and she was getting more aroused and more erect by the minute.
And speaking of erect, Darryl had rolled over onto his back and made a noise in his sleep that might have been a moan and might have been a whimper. To Carla it looked like someone else was remembering the events of the previous evening because his manhood was fully engorged and sticking straight up his stomach. The sight struck something within her and Carla, who had been the butch to Leanne since they'd met, began to wonder if there might be someone else who needed to get in touch with a feminine side. To put it bluntly, she was wet, horny and, for a change, feeling receptive. That last hadn't happened in so long, she'd almost forgotten what it felt like.
Gently tossing back the sheet, Carla lowered her mouth to Darryl's crotch and delicately began to run the tip of her tongue up and down the underside of his erection. Then, as he came to delighted consciousness, she grabbed his shoulders and rolled onto her back. "Come here, stud," she purred.
Darryl started a bit in confusion but there was no way he was going to lose this opportunity. He'd wanted to get into the taller woman's pants ever since his girlfriend Leanne has introduced him to her "roommate" and now that the chance had arrived, he intended to take full advantage. Lifting her legs, he placed one knee behind each muscular buttock and drove himself to the hilt into her waiting sex. Lifting himself onto his elbows, he found to his delight that his mouth was now perfectly in line with her hardened nipples. Alternately slathering them with his tongue and sucking on them, hard, he soon had Carla shuddering and moaning. "Darryl, oh God, sweetie! Keep it up, keep it uuuuuuup . . .!
The third inhabitant of the king-size bed now roused and, raising an amused eyebrow, Leanne beheld the scene. Her boyfriend was industriously fucking her girlfriend! Now that was different! Usually it was one or the other fucking her. Perhaps a change of plans might have to be considered. Originally, Carla had insisted that Darryl was the perfect choice for conversion into an androgyne, a bisexual individual equally appealing to masculine gays and feminists looking for a more sensitive, "New Age" lover. Now it appeared that the worm had turned. Darryl was settling into a steady rhythm of long, driving strokes Leanne knew only too well. He did this to her on a regular basis, usually for an hour or more. By the time he finally did decide to climax, Leanne could very well have breakfast made though whether Carla would be in any condition to enjoy it was another question. Already the athlete was starting to throw her head back and forth as orgasm after orgasm wracked her. Watching the unexpected events, Leanne slid out from under the covers and walked around to the foot of the bed to watch Darryl's slick, glistening member piston in and out of Carla's welcoming snatch.
To Leanne's amazement, he was ramming her bareback. For as long as she'd known Carla, the dominant woman had had an almost obsessive insistence on condoms on any of those rare occasions when she'd decided that what she needed that night was male. Now, worked up to a rolling orgasm that went on and on, Carla was laid open for possible motherhood. Rather than being alarmed, Leanne was intrigued with the possibilities. If Darryl knocked Carla up, he would be a gentleman and insist on marrying her and unknown to Carla, when Darryl got insistent the response of "No", wasn't an option. More than once her usually mild lover had gotten his back up, set an emphatic jaw and run right over her protests. It was one of those things that she found so endearing. Darryl might look like a mouse but that didn't mean he couldn't roar!
Folding her arms under the pale globes on her chest, Leanne began to consider the potential. If Carla got pregnant and found herself married to Darryl, then she, Leanne, could be the resident mistress to them both in the ultimate manage a trois. With Darryl's considerable financial acumen and connections in the investment banking circles, he could easily support a large family and with his considerable talents in the bedroom he could easily make sure he had a large family to support. She and Carla could take turns having babies and each of the three could take turns baby-sitting while the other two played grownup games under the covers . . . or on top of them, for that matter.
As the scenario played itself out in Leanne's imagination, Darryl was picking up the pace a bit and Carla was, to put it bluntly, being driven mad. There was a good possibility that she would just black out before Darryl came and then he would either become alarmed, jump off and call for help or withdraw and turn his virile attentions to Leanne. That could spoil everything, however fun it might be. If Leanne got pregnant she knew full well that Carla wouldn't take up the role of alternate mommy. Preemptive action was required.
It was then that her eye wandered to the strap-on harness and dildo that Carla had used on Darryl the previous evening. Leanne had been "sandwiched" a couple of times in the past, before she met either Carla or Darryl. It had been exciting but the idea bothered her from the standpoint of gender politics. In other words, why was it that in MMF threesomes the woman got penetrated twice but in MFF threesomes the man penetrated both? This gross unfairness stopped Leanne from letting more than one person inside her at a time, no matter who they were. Silly, perhaps, but that's the way she felt about it and she stuck to her convictions. Now the option of somewhat turning the tables lay before her. Of course, if having her dildo nail Darryl in the prostate made him climax and Carla did get pregnant that would make Leanne sort of an accessory, even sort of an assistant parent. She liked that idea!
Pulling the black leather up around her fleshy thighs and sliding the "top's" end of the dildo into her now dripping and engorged pussy, Leanne crawled up between the pairs of legs before her. Liberally covering the plastic end with KY, she waited until Darryl was all the way into Carla and then placed its head right against the man's puckered star. He had no choice but to either stop fucking Carla or to impale himself on Leanne's dildo. Without missing a stroke he backed up and Leanne was treated to the sight of her marbled purple, silicone dildo disappearing into Darryl's ass. His previous night's violation stood him in good stead as his sphincter muscles opened easily and Leanne's pelvis bottomed out on his buttocks. Now he really shifted gears. Growling and panting, Darryl drove faster and faster into Carla's swollen pussy and Leanne kept pace behind him until all three of them screamed, howled and shrieked into climax,then collapsed.
Some time later, they all disentangled themselves and silently showered and dressed. Without a word the three lovers made their way to the nearest coffee shop and over strong coffee and piles of pancakes considered each other.
"You're probably pregnant, you know," teased Leanne.
"It's really not the right time of the month" replied Carla, "but anyway that wasn't fair, you two ganging up on me like that."
"Excuse me? Two against one is unfair?" Darryl's face was unreadable. "I think it was just a case of sauce for the gander being sauce for the goose! Besides, you started it." A grin broke out. "Not that the idea of your being pregnant isn't fraught with possibilities." Turning to Leanne his grin became a leer. "But so is the idea of another two against one!"
"Yeah," retorted Carla focusing on Leanne's ample cleavage and licking her lips "isn't it!"
A Beginning for an End Ch. 01
Darryl had to admit that his current situation wasn't impossible, or even necessarily unpleasant. He was, after all, in bed with both his saucy little girlfriend Leanne and her roommate, Carla. Additionally, Leanne was lasciviously running her tongue around and into his ears and slowly grinding her curly blond bush against him and tickling him with the bright pink nipples that stood out so contrastingly from her pale D cup breasts. Unfortunately, she was doing this while lying on his back because he was bound hand and foot, spread-eagled face down on the king-size bed that, it now appeared; she shared with Carla in their one-bedroom apartment.
"Well this is a fine mess you've gotten us into, Stanley," floated from deep in his subconscious. This was followed by a heartfelt moan as Leanne's pubic bone thrust especially hard against the base of his spine while her mass of spit-curls flowed down around both sides of his head. Now she was chewing on his earlobe and his own response was achingly stiff and poking him in the belly.
"Gee, Darryl," Carla murmured while gently raking her nails along his ribs, "that's the same thing she likes to do to me. It wouldn't be, by any chance, what you wanted to do to me, too, would it?" She stretched languorously, revealing the six-pack abs and sinewy lines of the rest of her body. Curling up into a sitting position like a rattler getting ready to strike, Carla shook her short, "sensible" brown hair and leaned forward onto her well-muscled arms. "Want to know what I like to do to her?" she asked with a wicked grin.
"Eat her pussy!" Darryl tried to growl but it came out as a pant. Leanne was using her teeth, now, on his ears, the back of his neck and across his shoulders. Any attempt to work up anger or aggrieved resentment was impossible in response to the relentless drive against his buttocks. She was taking her time, building up to a real screamer of an orgasm, he was sure, though out on the frontiers of his awareness was the thought that it seemed she was trying to fuck him doggy style, the way he loved to fuck her.
"Why not?" Carla's voice brought him back. "You do and I'd like to point out that she brags about how good you are. That's saying something, for a guy! However, fun as it is to run my tongue up her wet slit and suck her clit and stick my fingers in her twat to rub her G-spot, that isn't my favorite. And it doesn't really matter whether you want to know what I like to do to her or not. You're going to find out! I think you'll like it, too," she laughed, then leaned forward to kiss him ferociously on his beardless mouth and drive her tongue clear down his throat the way he longed to drive his cock down hers.
The women's relationship should have been all too obvious weeks ago, but it seemed so unlikely that Leanne could have any interest in her own sex. She was compact, voluptuous and oh, so feminine. The crop top and capri's he'd pulled off her half an hour ago were pastel green and the bra and thong under them were covered in lace, though you'd hardly notice once you'd seen the soft mounds bulging out both over the top in front and around behind. He'd sort of challenged her on it during one of their regular arguments about why she wouldn't move in with him. She'd seemed mightily offended at the thought.
"Just because Carla loves sports and works out a lot, you think somehow this makes her a Les? And what if she was? What's that got to do with us? I don't want to move with you because the time we spend making love (she'd actually used that term!) is very special to me and I don't want it to become routine. But it if it isn't good enough for you . . ."
"No, no! It's wonderful. If you'd rather leave things the way they are, fine." Darryl had known he was in trouble and was back-pedaling as fast as he could. "I just thought . . . "
"You thought Carla and I were an item and you were jealous!" Leanne had advanced on him with fire in her eyes and her chin stuck out. The deep breaths she was taking pushed her boobs out and up against the V-neck in her flowered blouse completely distracting Darryl from the clenched fists at her sides. She swung her right hand up against his face with a resounding smack! "You owe me, mister, you owe me big time!"
Poor Darryl was undone. "I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you mad. I apologize. I'll go apologize to Carla if you want, on my knees if you want, I'll do anything. You name it, I'll do it!" Panic at the thought of losing her echoed though his voice and that must have been the time Leanne had her devious inspiration. Somehow he found himself agreeing to a series of evenings as their butler at their apartment. Heaven knew the idea that he might have gotten them both in bed has crossed the extremes of his imagination more than once but any thought that it might happen three Saturdays later had a probability approaching zero at infinity.
"I'm cumming, God, I'm cumming!" screamed Leanne in his ear and the juices from her pussy flowed over his ass and down the backs of his thighs. Her spasms seemed to go on forever while Carla kept sucking at his tongue and his upper lip like a vacuum cleaner gone mad.
"Damn, that was hot" Carla finally let go of Darryl's face. "You are the horniest little thing, Leanne. Is that the way you two are all the time?" She reached over to the bedside table and pulled out a tube of lube. Spreading some on her hand, she reached down under him and grasped his pikestaff manhood. "Mmmm," she hummed as she stroked his length with excruciating slowness, "this is going to be even more fun that you said."
Darryl wasn't sure how it had all come together. The first two Saturday evenings of his penance had been quite formal. He'd put a suit and tie over his slender frame, stopped by which ever takeout Leanne had chosen to pick up dinner for three and climbed the stairs to their apartment. As the women sipped their champagne and gossiped, he's set the table, dished up the food, poured the wine and putting a white napkin over his wrist announced dinner. He'd served both of them salad, main course, dessert, after dinner drinks and then washed up, only eating his own meal when all the work was finished. He'd then asked if there was anything else they wanted and, being dismissed, gone home to his own place, alone. Tonight, though, had been different. This time they had wanted something else . . . him!
"You've been very good, dear," Leanne had smiled up at him, "and I think you deserve something in return." She had slowly reached up and loosened his tie while Carla had pressed her body against his back and then reached around to first remove his coat, and then to unbutton his shirt. "Strip me, baby!" Leanne had commanded and as Darryl rushed to obey, freeing her luscious body from the achingly sexy outfit she'd been teasing him with all evening, he felt Carla's strong hands unfasten his belt and in a single sure pull whisk off both his trousers and his boxer shorts. Once he and Leanne were naked they turned to Carla and, while she beamed at both of them, unzipped her plush coverall to reveal that underneath she wore nothing at all.
They'd tumbled into bed, groping and kissing when suddenly each woman had grabbed one of Darryl's slight wrists and tethered him to the headboard. Then as Leanne climbed aboard and began to kiss, bite, rub and hump him, Carla had fastened a cuff to each ankle and stretched him out on the sheets. Then she took up her position at his right and watched contentedly while Leanne enjoyed Darryl's body, though not in the way he would have otherwise expected.
Now Carla stood up, stretched again, and going to the closet, turned to Darryl and purred "This is what I like to do to her!" She reached into the closet and took out a fair-sized black satin satchel. Unclasping the top, she reached in and began pulling things out. First was a leather harness that she stepped into and buckled on. It cupped her spare breasts and criss-crossed her belly, ending in a large, shiny metal ring around her shaved sex. Next Carla removed a black silk mask and tied it, Zorro-style, over her face. A pair of thigh-length boots followed as Darryl's eyes got bigger and bigger and finally she pulled out a Nexus™ double-ended dildo and, sliding the smaller end up her sopping pussy, snapped the metal ring over the end. "You're going to love this!", she grinned.
"No, no, wait, I'm not like that!" Darryl squeaked. Being sodomized by a bisexual female athlete had never been in his fantasies at all.
"Relax, honey" whispered Leanne. "Not only won't it hurt, you'll like it. Trust me. I'm an expert."
Turning his head away from the leather and chrome apparition that dominated the other side of the bed, Darryl saw that Leanne also had a silk bag. From it she withdrew three smooth, shiny vibrators and another tube of lubricant. The three vibrators were a set, increasing in diameter and taking the smallest; Leanne generously covered it with gel. Then, kissing him gently on the ear, she spread his buttocks and placed the tip against his puckered star. Turning the little machine on, she held it there until the sphincter muscles began to relax and slowly pushed it in.
"Oooooh!" Darryl groaned. He'd heard that some guys actually liked their girlfriends to give them prostrate massages or even to use dildo-harnesses on them but he's always labeled such men latent queers. Now he found that the sensations were hot, hot, hot! Lifting his butt against Leanne's hand he whimpered with pleasure.
"Higher!" commanded Carla and she pushed a bolster under his hips. Leanne withdrew the smallest vibrator, and with a wink greased up the middle-sized one and eased it in.
Again Darryl groaned in ecstasy as the buzzing device sent its effect through his prostrate and up the shaft of his erection. A few minute more of this and he's cum all over the sheets, he knew it. The women seemed to know it, too, and Leanne withdrew the vibrator.
"Never mind the big one," announced Carla, "he's ready." Turning his head again, Darryl saw that she had generously applied nearly half a tube of KY to her silicone phallus and was climbing onto the bed between his legs. Leaning over him she put the head of the dildo against his anus and with a single, slippery thrust drove her hipbones against his ass.
"God!" screamed Darryl but instead of spewing his seed all over the bed, he found that Leanne had shoved her fingers stiffly into his perineum giving him an orgasm without ejaculation. He was still erect . . . and horny . . . and being fucked! Soon Carla let out a howl of climax and dropped onto his back, kissing his ears and neck then turning his head to kiss his mouth as fiercely as she had done earlier.
"It's your turn, now, baby." She murmured as she reached up to unfasten the cuffs that held his wrists while Leanne released his ankles. They pulled him off the bed and onto his feet. Then, slipping a condom onto his pulsating cock with an affectionate squeeze asked, "So who do you want first?"
"You!" he growled as he grabbed for Carla's shoulders. Laughing, she slipped out of his grasp and hopping up on the bed presented her ass to his lustful gaze. Leanne stepped forward with an applicator and filled Carla's puckered rectum with lubricant then added some more to Darryl's engorged phallus. Then she spread Carla's cheeks to improve her (male) lover's aim.
"Let her have it!" she commanded. Unmindful of any possible discomfort he might cause, Darryl put his cock against Carla's anus and grabbed her hips. With a roar and a single thrust, the sent himself into her until his balls banged against her pussy. Ignoring her scream and the following whimpers, he began to pound her unmercifully. Soon he could feel the passion rise as his shoulders began to tingle and the pressure increased in his loins. Just as he released, the familiar stab of Leanne's fingers hit the base of his balls and again darkness and stars flashed around his brain but still he drove on.
"O.K., you can pull out now, it's my turn." Leanne once more plastered her sweaty body against his back only this time she grabbed his hip bones and pulled back, withdrawing his still swollen cock from her roommates abused ass. Pushing him into a waiting chair, she turned and expertly impaled her well greased bottom onto his waiting manhood. "Let it go, let it go, fuck me, fuck meeeeeee . . .!" she screamed until, with a final howl of lust he emptied himself into her bowels.
Leanne got off and the two women gently took their new toyboy into the shower and cleaned him and each other off. They led him to the bed, put him in the middle and pulled the sheet up over him but he was asleep before it reached his shoulders.
"Will he do?" asked Leanne from Carla's lap. Carla palmed Leanne's full breast and twisted one of her pink nipples into attention.
"Do? He's going to be great! Can you imagine the response we'll get when we bring him to the AC-DC night at the Swinger's Club? A couple more sodomy sessions like this one, longer hair and a whole body shave . . . Doll, we've got an androgyne to play with!"
Chapter 02
"Well this is a fine mess you've gotten us into, Stanley," floated from deep in his subconscious. This was followed by a heartfelt moan as Leanne's pubic bone thrust especially hard against the base of his spine while her mass of spit-curls flowed down around both sides of his head. Now she was chewing on his earlobe and his own response was achingly stiff and poking him in the belly.
"Gee, Darryl," Carla murmured while gently raking her nails along his ribs, "that's the same thing she likes to do to me. It wouldn't be, by any chance, what you wanted to do to me, too, would it?" She stretched languorously, revealing the six-pack abs and sinewy lines of the rest of her body. Curling up into a sitting position like a rattler getting ready to strike, Carla shook her short, "sensible" brown hair and leaned forward onto her well-muscled arms. "Want to know what I like to do to her?" she asked with a wicked grin.
"Eat her pussy!" Darryl tried to growl but it came out as a pant. Leanne was using her teeth, now, on his ears, the back of his neck and across his shoulders. Any attempt to work up anger or aggrieved resentment was impossible in response to the relentless drive against his buttocks. She was taking her time, building up to a real screamer of an orgasm, he was sure, though out on the frontiers of his awareness was the thought that it seemed she was trying to fuck him doggy style, the way he loved to fuck her.
"Why not?" Carla's voice brought him back. "You do and I'd like to point out that she brags about how good you are. That's saying something, for a guy! However, fun as it is to run my tongue up her wet slit and suck her clit and stick my fingers in her twat to rub her G-spot, that isn't my favorite. And it doesn't really matter whether you want to know what I like to do to her or not. You're going to find out! I think you'll like it, too," she laughed, then leaned forward to kiss him ferociously on his beardless mouth and drive her tongue clear down his throat the way he longed to drive his cock down hers.
The women's relationship should have been all too obvious weeks ago, but it seemed so unlikely that Leanne could have any interest in her own sex. She was compact, voluptuous and oh, so feminine. The crop top and capri's he'd pulled off her half an hour ago were pastel green and the bra and thong under them were covered in lace, though you'd hardly notice once you'd seen the soft mounds bulging out both over the top in front and around behind. He'd sort of challenged her on it during one of their regular arguments about why she wouldn't move in with him. She'd seemed mightily offended at the thought.
"Just because Carla loves sports and works out a lot, you think somehow this makes her a Les? And what if she was? What's that got to do with us? I don't want to move with you because the time we spend making love (she'd actually used that term!) is very special to me and I don't want it to become routine. But it if it isn't good enough for you . . ."
"No, no! It's wonderful. If you'd rather leave things the way they are, fine." Darryl had known he was in trouble and was back-pedaling as fast as he could. "I just thought . . . "
"You thought Carla and I were an item and you were jealous!" Leanne had advanced on him with fire in her eyes and her chin stuck out. The deep breaths she was taking pushed her boobs out and up against the V-neck in her flowered blouse completely distracting Darryl from the clenched fists at her sides. She swung her right hand up against his face with a resounding smack! "You owe me, mister, you owe me big time!"
Poor Darryl was undone. "I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you mad. I apologize. I'll go apologize to Carla if you want, on my knees if you want, I'll do anything. You name it, I'll do it!" Panic at the thought of losing her echoed though his voice and that must have been the time Leanne had her devious inspiration. Somehow he found himself agreeing to a series of evenings as their butler at their apartment. Heaven knew the idea that he might have gotten them both in bed has crossed the extremes of his imagination more than once but any thought that it might happen three Saturdays later had a probability approaching zero at infinity.
"I'm cumming, God, I'm cumming!" screamed Leanne in his ear and the juices from her pussy flowed over his ass and down the backs of his thighs. Her spasms seemed to go on forever while Carla kept sucking at his tongue and his upper lip like a vacuum cleaner gone mad.
"Damn, that was hot" Carla finally let go of Darryl's face. "You are the horniest little thing, Leanne. Is that the way you two are all the time?" She reached over to the bedside table and pulled out a tube of lube. Spreading some on her hand, she reached down under him and grasped his pikestaff manhood. "Mmmm," she hummed as she stroked his length with excruciating slowness, "this is going to be even more fun that you said."
Darryl wasn't sure how it had all come together. The first two Saturday evenings of his penance had been quite formal. He'd put a suit and tie over his slender frame, stopped by which ever takeout Leanne had chosen to pick up dinner for three and climbed the stairs to their apartment. As the women sipped their champagne and gossiped, he's set the table, dished up the food, poured the wine and putting a white napkin over his wrist announced dinner. He'd served both of them salad, main course, dessert, after dinner drinks and then washed up, only eating his own meal when all the work was finished. He'd then asked if there was anything else they wanted and, being dismissed, gone home to his own place, alone. Tonight, though, had been different. This time they had wanted something else . . . him!
"You've been very good, dear," Leanne had smiled up at him, "and I think you deserve something in return." She had slowly reached up and loosened his tie while Carla had pressed her body against his back and then reached around to first remove his coat, and then to unbutton his shirt. "Strip me, baby!" Leanne had commanded and as Darryl rushed to obey, freeing her luscious body from the achingly sexy outfit she'd been teasing him with all evening, he felt Carla's strong hands unfasten his belt and in a single sure pull whisk off both his trousers and his boxer shorts. Once he and Leanne were naked they turned to Carla and, while she beamed at both of them, unzipped her plush coverall to reveal that underneath she wore nothing at all.
They'd tumbled into bed, groping and kissing when suddenly each woman had grabbed one of Darryl's slight wrists and tethered him to the headboard. Then as Leanne climbed aboard and began to kiss, bite, rub and hump him, Carla had fastened a cuff to each ankle and stretched him out on the sheets. Then she took up her position at his right and watched contentedly while Leanne enjoyed Darryl's body, though not in the way he would have otherwise expected.
Now Carla stood up, stretched again, and going to the closet, turned to Darryl and purred "This is what I like to do to her!" She reached into the closet and took out a fair-sized black satin satchel. Unclasping the top, she reached in and began pulling things out. First was a leather harness that she stepped into and buckled on. It cupped her spare breasts and criss-crossed her belly, ending in a large, shiny metal ring around her shaved sex. Next Carla removed a black silk mask and tied it, Zorro-style, over her face. A pair of thigh-length boots followed as Darryl's eyes got bigger and bigger and finally she pulled out a Nexus™ double-ended dildo and, sliding the smaller end up her sopping pussy, snapped the metal ring over the end. "You're going to love this!", she grinned.
"No, no, wait, I'm not like that!" Darryl squeaked. Being sodomized by a bisexual female athlete had never been in his fantasies at all.
"Relax, honey" whispered Leanne. "Not only won't it hurt, you'll like it. Trust me. I'm an expert."
Turning his head away from the leather and chrome apparition that dominated the other side of the bed, Darryl saw that Leanne also had a silk bag. From it she withdrew three smooth, shiny vibrators and another tube of lubricant. The three vibrators were a set, increasing in diameter and taking the smallest; Leanne generously covered it with gel. Then, kissing him gently on the ear, she spread his buttocks and placed the tip against his puckered star. Turning the little machine on, she held it there until the sphincter muscles began to relax and slowly pushed it in.
"Oooooh!" Darryl groaned. He'd heard that some guys actually liked their girlfriends to give them prostrate massages or even to use dildo-harnesses on them but he's always labeled such men latent queers. Now he found that the sensations were hot, hot, hot! Lifting his butt against Leanne's hand he whimpered with pleasure.
"Higher!" commanded Carla and she pushed a bolster under his hips. Leanne withdrew the smallest vibrator, and with a wink greased up the middle-sized one and eased it in.
Again Darryl groaned in ecstasy as the buzzing device sent its effect through his prostrate and up the shaft of his erection. A few minute more of this and he's cum all over the sheets, he knew it. The women seemed to know it, too, and Leanne withdrew the vibrator.
"Never mind the big one," announced Carla, "he's ready." Turning his head again, Darryl saw that she had generously applied nearly half a tube of KY to her silicone phallus and was climbing onto the bed between his legs. Leaning over him she put the head of the dildo against his anus and with a single, slippery thrust drove her hipbones against his ass.
"God!" screamed Darryl but instead of spewing his seed all over the bed, he found that Leanne had shoved her fingers stiffly into his perineum giving him an orgasm without ejaculation. He was still erect . . . and horny . . . and being fucked! Soon Carla let out a howl of climax and dropped onto his back, kissing his ears and neck then turning his head to kiss his mouth as fiercely as she had done earlier.
"It's your turn, now, baby." She murmured as she reached up to unfasten the cuffs that held his wrists while Leanne released his ankles. They pulled him off the bed and onto his feet. Then, slipping a condom onto his pulsating cock with an affectionate squeeze asked, "So who do you want first?"
"You!" he growled as he grabbed for Carla's shoulders. Laughing, she slipped out of his grasp and hopping up on the bed presented her ass to his lustful gaze. Leanne stepped forward with an applicator and filled Carla's puckered rectum with lubricant then added some more to Darryl's engorged phallus. Then she spread Carla's cheeks to improve her (male) lover's aim.
"Let her have it!" she commanded. Unmindful of any possible discomfort he might cause, Darryl put his cock against Carla's anus and grabbed her hips. With a roar and a single thrust, the sent himself into her until his balls banged against her pussy. Ignoring her scream and the following whimpers, he began to pound her unmercifully. Soon he could feel the passion rise as his shoulders began to tingle and the pressure increased in his loins. Just as he released, the familiar stab of Leanne's fingers hit the base of his balls and again darkness and stars flashed around his brain but still he drove on.
"O.K., you can pull out now, it's my turn." Leanne once more plastered her sweaty body against his back only this time she grabbed his hip bones and pulled back, withdrawing his still swollen cock from her roommates abused ass. Pushing him into a waiting chair, she turned and expertly impaled her well greased bottom onto his waiting manhood. "Let it go, let it go, fuck me, fuck meeeeeee . . .!" she screamed until, with a final howl of lust he emptied himself into her bowels.
Leanne got off and the two women gently took their new toyboy into the shower and cleaned him and each other off. They led him to the bed, put him in the middle and pulled the sheet up over him but he was asleep before it reached his shoulders.
"Will he do?" asked Leanne from Carla's lap. Carla palmed Leanne's full breast and twisted one of her pink nipples into attention.
"Do? He's going to be great! Can you imagine the response we'll get when we bring him to the AC-DC night at the Swinger's Club? A couple more sodomy sessions like this one, longer hair and a whole body shave . . . Doll, we've got an androgyne to play with!"
Chapter 02
A Battle of The Sexes
My name is Francesca Brown and I simply love big men. They're my personal fetish. Something about a big and tall man simply gets me going. I'm a big girl myself. I'm six-foot-one and I am a somewhat chunky ( but funky and sexy) girl. My skin is dark brown and I have long black hair which I keep braided. When it comes to my physical attributes, I'm 32-26-38. I trust you know what these numbers mean. I have a story to share with you. It's about me and some of my most recent adventures.
It's hard for me to find what I am looking for. There aren't a lot of guys who are down for the kind of action that I like. I am a very physical person. Oh, don't think of me as a violent psycho. I'm not. I simply like to get down and sometimes I get quite wild. I placed an ad on the Internet and set up about meeting the kind of man who was down for what I had in mind. We agreed to meet at a restaurant in downtown Boston. I went there, dressed in a black shirt and blue jeans. And I waited. I didn't have long to wait.
My date had arrived, minutes after I sat down. He was a tall, good-looking man but most importantly, he was big. I introduced myself as Francesca Brown. His name was Evans Marcus. He was a lawyer in the city and he once played college football. Evans was a big guy, standing around six-foot-three and weighing 250 pounds. He had black hair, pale blue eyes and blond-white hair. He was very handsome and appeared to be in his early thirties. We talked a bit about our lives. I told him that I was a police officer with the Boston police department. He was rather intrigued. I told him that I liked living dangerously.
Evans told me that he was a confirmed bachelor and didn't believe in marriage. I told him that I had similar views. I was a single, heterosexual black woman who didn't want to be tied down to anybody. I liked my freedom. I didn't want to marry or have children. I liked my independence. And I loved sex. I took him home and showed him my porn collection. Yes, I liked porn. I had straight, gay and bisexual videos. I didn't have dyke porn because chicks with chicks did nothing for me. I liked watching men with women or men with men. Male sexuality, whether heterosexual, bisexual or homosexual, has always appealed to me. I loved men. I liked dick.
Evans and I discussed some of the specifics of what I had in mind. I like competition. It can heighten sexual desire. Evans and I stripped naked and went down to my basement. That's where we began to wrestle on the padded floor. We were both large people. He was a big and strong man. I was a big and strong woman. Although I didn't tell him this, I weighed around 230 pounds and had plenty of practice as a wrestler. We grappled. At first, he went easy on me. Big mistake. I dove for his legs, knocked him on his back and took him down. Evans looked at me, surprised. I got up and offered him a hand. He took it and looked at me with surprise. He demanded a rematch. We wrestled one more time. This time, he went against me with all of his strength. He was a lot stronger than me but I had more technique. I scored an escape. He came after me, and although I tried to evade him, he ended up pinning me. He had won. He was smiling. It's easy to smile when you're the winner.
What he doesn't know is that I fully expected him to win and wouldn't have gone to bed with him if he wasn't a rough, dominant male. It doesn't matter if females become company leaders or if they're hookers on a corner, they will only respect a man strong enough to stand up to them and show them who's the boss. Don't buy into the gender equality bullshit. Men have to be men. And that's the bottom line. I wanted to give this man some booty. He had earned it.
But first he had to give me some booty. Evans wasn't too keen on my idea but I told him that he would definitely like it. He had seen my collection of strap on videos and thought they were okay. Like most men, he liked having his prostate tickled. He didn't want to admit it, though. I sucked his cock and licked his balls. While sucking him, I fingered his ass. When he came, I drank his seed. Finally, he was ready to get down to my kind of freaky action. I asked him to get on all fours and let me have a go with his ass. He did what I said.
I grabbed my strap on dildo and a bottle of lube. I greased up his ass and then slid the dildo into him. To his credit, Evans didn't scream when I began to fuck his ass with the strap on. He stroked himself while I fucked him. We went at it for some time. He was tense at first, but then he began to like it. He relaxed and enjoyed what I was doing to him. Finally, I pulled the dildo out of his. Evans got up. As I thought, his cock was rock hard. I smiled. My turn to get fucked.
I got down on all fours and shook my big sexy black ass in front of Evans. I told him to fuck my ass. He didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed me by the hips and parted my big cheeks with his rough hands. He spread my cheeks and rubbed his cock against my asshole. Then, he shoved his cock up my ass. Evans began fucking me. He thrust his cock into my asshole, and shoved it deep. I loved getting fucked in the ass. I enjoy having a cock in my butt hole. I think I love it as much as I love shoving a dildo up a man's ass. Fortunately for me, with most of my lovers, I had the chance to do both. Evans fucked my ass hard. I screamed. I felt like his cock was tearing me in half. He was pounding into me with fury. It was as if he was punishing me for fucking him earlier. I knew that's what he was doing. And I was loving it. He slammed his cock into my ass for a long time, then he finally came. I felt his hot cum flood my asshole. It was wonderful. I screamed loud enough to wake the dead.
A couple of hours later, Evans and I showered and parted ways. We wouldn't see each other again. The house he thought was mine was actually a place I rented under another name. It's a place I used to bring my dates for sexual encounters. I called it the Hot Fun House. I had many fond memories of that place. I remember this guy whom I took there. His name was Stephen Daniels. He was a big and tall black man. A heavyweight boxer who was once a financial analyst. What a change of career. We had a lot of fun together in the basement.
I remember putting on boxing gloves and going up against this boxer. Stephen Daniels was a professional boxer. He was a six-foot-six, 250-pound black man. He was single and really popular with the ladies. We fought against each other for several rounds. I was tough. He was real tough himself. He had beaten dozens of tough guys in the ring. Hell, he'd even beat up some large female boxer who challenged him. The media gave him some crap for that but he didn't care. He was a roughneck. He wasn't holding back at all. He was hammering my head, chest and belly with blows. This boxer was a real fighter and he would never hold back against anyone, man or woman. I liked that.
I put up a real fight. I was a pretty good boxer. He won but I didn't get knocked out. We were both bleeding and covered with sweat. We fucked like hell afterwards. I had lost so I didn't get to use my dildo on him. He got to fuck my mouth, my pussy and my ass. I shiver with pleasure when I remember this hunky boxer's ten-inch black dick going up my asshole. He had bent me over a bench, spread my big ass cheeks open and shoved his cock up my ass. He fucked me like a man possessed. I screamed loud enough to wake the dead. He was punishing my ass. He was making me his bitch. And I loved every moment of it. Stephen was a great lover. His woman should count herself lucky.
Yes, I've had a lot of good adventures with men in the Hot Fun House. Sometimes I win, sometimes I lose. Regardless of the outcome, I always get to suck on a hard dick and I get to feel that dick pounding my pussy and my ass later. It's a hell of a lot of fun. I know some of you people must think I'm sick but all I can say is don't knock it until you try it. Trust me on that one.
END
It's hard for me to find what I am looking for. There aren't a lot of guys who are down for the kind of action that I like. I am a very physical person. Oh, don't think of me as a violent psycho. I'm not. I simply like to get down and sometimes I get quite wild. I placed an ad on the Internet and set up about meeting the kind of man who was down for what I had in mind. We agreed to meet at a restaurant in downtown Boston. I went there, dressed in a black shirt and blue jeans. And I waited. I didn't have long to wait.
My date had arrived, minutes after I sat down. He was a tall, good-looking man but most importantly, he was big. I introduced myself as Francesca Brown. His name was Evans Marcus. He was a lawyer in the city and he once played college football. Evans was a big guy, standing around six-foot-three and weighing 250 pounds. He had black hair, pale blue eyes and blond-white hair. He was very handsome and appeared to be in his early thirties. We talked a bit about our lives. I told him that I was a police officer with the Boston police department. He was rather intrigued. I told him that I liked living dangerously.
Evans told me that he was a confirmed bachelor and didn't believe in marriage. I told him that I had similar views. I was a single, heterosexual black woman who didn't want to be tied down to anybody. I liked my freedom. I didn't want to marry or have children. I liked my independence. And I loved sex. I took him home and showed him my porn collection. Yes, I liked porn. I had straight, gay and bisexual videos. I didn't have dyke porn because chicks with chicks did nothing for me. I liked watching men with women or men with men. Male sexuality, whether heterosexual, bisexual or homosexual, has always appealed to me. I loved men. I liked dick.
Evans and I discussed some of the specifics of what I had in mind. I like competition. It can heighten sexual desire. Evans and I stripped naked and went down to my basement. That's where we began to wrestle on the padded floor. We were both large people. He was a big and strong man. I was a big and strong woman. Although I didn't tell him this, I weighed around 230 pounds and had plenty of practice as a wrestler. We grappled. At first, he went easy on me. Big mistake. I dove for his legs, knocked him on his back and took him down. Evans looked at me, surprised. I got up and offered him a hand. He took it and looked at me with surprise. He demanded a rematch. We wrestled one more time. This time, he went against me with all of his strength. He was a lot stronger than me but I had more technique. I scored an escape. He came after me, and although I tried to evade him, he ended up pinning me. He had won. He was smiling. It's easy to smile when you're the winner.
What he doesn't know is that I fully expected him to win and wouldn't have gone to bed with him if he wasn't a rough, dominant male. It doesn't matter if females become company leaders or if they're hookers on a corner, they will only respect a man strong enough to stand up to them and show them who's the boss. Don't buy into the gender equality bullshit. Men have to be men. And that's the bottom line. I wanted to give this man some booty. He had earned it.
But first he had to give me some booty. Evans wasn't too keen on my idea but I told him that he would definitely like it. He had seen my collection of strap on videos and thought they were okay. Like most men, he liked having his prostate tickled. He didn't want to admit it, though. I sucked his cock and licked his balls. While sucking him, I fingered his ass. When he came, I drank his seed. Finally, he was ready to get down to my kind of freaky action. I asked him to get on all fours and let me have a go with his ass. He did what I said.
I grabbed my strap on dildo and a bottle of lube. I greased up his ass and then slid the dildo into him. To his credit, Evans didn't scream when I began to fuck his ass with the strap on. He stroked himself while I fucked him. We went at it for some time. He was tense at first, but then he began to like it. He relaxed and enjoyed what I was doing to him. Finally, I pulled the dildo out of his. Evans got up. As I thought, his cock was rock hard. I smiled. My turn to get fucked.
I got down on all fours and shook my big sexy black ass in front of Evans. I told him to fuck my ass. He didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed me by the hips and parted my big cheeks with his rough hands. He spread my cheeks and rubbed his cock against my asshole. Then, he shoved his cock up my ass. Evans began fucking me. He thrust his cock into my asshole, and shoved it deep. I loved getting fucked in the ass. I enjoy having a cock in my butt hole. I think I love it as much as I love shoving a dildo up a man's ass. Fortunately for me, with most of my lovers, I had the chance to do both. Evans fucked my ass hard. I screamed. I felt like his cock was tearing me in half. He was pounding into me with fury. It was as if he was punishing me for fucking him earlier. I knew that's what he was doing. And I was loving it. He slammed his cock into my ass for a long time, then he finally came. I felt his hot cum flood my asshole. It was wonderful. I screamed loud enough to wake the dead.
A couple of hours later, Evans and I showered and parted ways. We wouldn't see each other again. The house he thought was mine was actually a place I rented under another name. It's a place I used to bring my dates for sexual encounters. I called it the Hot Fun House. I had many fond memories of that place. I remember this guy whom I took there. His name was Stephen Daniels. He was a big and tall black man. A heavyweight boxer who was once a financial analyst. What a change of career. We had a lot of fun together in the basement.
I remember putting on boxing gloves and going up against this boxer. Stephen Daniels was a professional boxer. He was a six-foot-six, 250-pound black man. He was single and really popular with the ladies. We fought against each other for several rounds. I was tough. He was real tough himself. He had beaten dozens of tough guys in the ring. Hell, he'd even beat up some large female boxer who challenged him. The media gave him some crap for that but he didn't care. He was a roughneck. He wasn't holding back at all. He was hammering my head, chest and belly with blows. This boxer was a real fighter and he would never hold back against anyone, man or woman. I liked that.
I put up a real fight. I was a pretty good boxer. He won but I didn't get knocked out. We were both bleeding and covered with sweat. We fucked like hell afterwards. I had lost so I didn't get to use my dildo on him. He got to fuck my mouth, my pussy and my ass. I shiver with pleasure when I remember this hunky boxer's ten-inch black dick going up my asshole. He had bent me over a bench, spread my big ass cheeks open and shoved his cock up my ass. He fucked me like a man possessed. I screamed loud enough to wake the dead. He was punishing my ass. He was making me his bitch. And I loved every moment of it. Stephen was a great lover. His woman should count herself lucky.
Yes, I've had a lot of good adventures with men in the Hot Fun House. Sometimes I win, sometimes I lose. Regardless of the outcome, I always get to suck on a hard dick and I get to feel that dick pounding my pussy and my ass later. It's a hell of a lot of fun. I know some of you people must think I'm sick but all I can say is don't knock it until you try it. Trust me on that one.
END
Sabtu, 24 Juli 2010
A Bath Time Story
We lived in an old office space. It was small but big enough for a bed room, a sitting area, a desk and a make shift kitchen. We had no hot water, and the bathroom consisted of the basic toilet and small wall hung sink.
Every evening we would take a walk. One night it was very humid and when we returned home I complained about my underarms being irritated from sweat.
"I can't wait till my shower tomorrow. My pits are raw from sweating!" I told him. I would go shower at my mother's house a few miles away three or four times a week. He was a member of the local YMCA. He showered after his workouts four or five times a week.
While I unloaded the items we had purchased from the local shop on our way home from our walk, he took the coffee carafe and filled it with water. This he poured into the coffee maker and turned it on. While the water dripped through he washed up the morning coffee cups sitting in the bathroom sink. By then the water had finished running through the maker and was hot. He took a medium size glass mixing bowl, set it in the bathroom sink, and poured the hot water in it.
He called me over and pulled my tee shirt over my head, then unhooked my bra. He sat me on the edge of the bed, removed my shoes and socks. Then he pushed me onto my back, unzipped my jeans, and pulled them off. I was still laying on the bed as he slid his hands under me and tugged at my panties, running his tongue down my belly while slipping them along my thighs to my feet and off. He spread my legs and licked my pussy sending a little wave of excitement over me. He stopped, stood up, reached out a hand to me, and said, "Come get your bath."
I followed him into the tiny bathroom. He put the lid down on the toilet and spread a towel over it.
"Sit down," he commanded. He took a wash cloth and dipped it in the bowl of hot water. Taking a bar of soap he made lather on the cloth. Taking my left arm he raised it and gently washed my arm and pit. The cloth was warm and soothing and the soap smelled clean & fresh. He rinsed the cloth and wiped soap from my skin. "Turn to the other side." he demanded.
I slid around so he could reach my right side. Again he dipped the cloth into the hot water and rubbed the bar of soap to make more lather.
After he finished washing and rinsing my right arm and pit he said, "Move to the edge of the seat so I can wash your pussy." I slid over until my ass was barely on the edge of the toilet seat. "Spread your legs" he commanded. I did as I was told. Rinsing and soaping up the cloth a third time he gently ran it between my legs and rubbed my pussy.
"Wait, that's not the cloth!" I yelped nervously. "No, it isn't" he said as he pushed his fingers deeper inside me. I squirmed as he withdrew his fingers, and put them in his mouth and sucked them clean. "Your pussy tastes good," he said as he rinsed the cloth again. After wiping away the soap between my legs, he rinsed the cloth for the last time.
"Stand up, face the wall. Lean against it and spread your legs!" he said firmly. Again I did as I had been commanded. He took the cloth and ran it between the cheeks of my ass. While doing so he ran his finger across my butt hole. Putting the cloth down, he pressed his finger against my hole again. I resisted a little, and he put his mouth close to my ear and said softly, "Shall I get the jelly?"
As he spoke my mind drifted for a moment. I felt the coolness of the cinder block wall on my chest and face, and the heat of his body on my back, the touch of his finger prodding my anus. He was speaking, but the words didn't register in my mind, just his tone, telling me about what I wanted, what I needed. Suddenly I felt a tongue on my pussy! I opened my eyes and jumped a little. I could smell sweetness in the air. Ginger? Gardenia? I heard a feminine laugh.
"Spread your feet apart," he said softly. "Make room for her." I don't know how he did it, but his voice could conjure people and things, and I could see and feel them in my mind. My cheek and hands were pressed against the wall, but I could see her, crouched on the floor under me, licking my clit like candy. He knew how hot she made me, and how it made me want him all the more. I heard her giggle as she began to wiggle up the wall, facing me, running her tongue up my belly with little nibbles along the way.
As she slid up the wall, her body pushed mine back, into him. He was running his tongue down my back to the little cleft above my ass. I shivered, feeling the fur of his chest slide over my ass, knowing he was going to kneel down and run his tongue over my butt hole. Now she is up to my breasts, sucking one at a time into her mouth, gently biting the nipple sending little shock waves through my body. Again she giggled, sliding up to face me, her back against the wall, her tits pressed into mine, her hands on my waist. She kissed me, gently, her lips just brushing mine, her tongue just barley touching mine, just a tease of a kiss.
I could smell the sweetness her hair as she nuzzled into my neck. I wanted to run my hands over her body, feeling her smooth skin, but I knew if I did, he would stop licking and probing my bottom. I didn't want him to stop, I wanted more, and I wanted his cock in my ass. I wanted her, I wanted both of them, and I wanted to devour them. He knew I wanted her, he knew I wanted him; he was making me wait, to beg him to fuck me. He wanted to watch me get hotter and wetter, knowing I wanted them both so badly.
My mind was getting cloudy and it was hard to breath. She was pressed against me, he was moving, getting up off the floor. "Come here" he commanded. I didn't want to move from her body, my arms stiff from holding them at head level for so long.
"Go," she whispered to me, pushing me away. "Go, I'll be along in a while."
"Yes" I moaned, "please get the jelly" He laughed and pulled me away from the wall, turning me to face him. His cock was hard, standing out, beckoning to me. "I want you" I said, "I want your cock in my ass, I want it now, please!"
He smiled, took my hand and drew me to him. He wrapped his strong arms around me. "You'll get what you need, I will fill you up, " he whispered in my ear and scooped me up like a rag doll and carried me to the bed.
Laying me face down on the bed, he curled beside me. "Did you enjoy your bath?" he asked as he stroked my back. "Oh yes! I loved it," I said as I anticipated his next move. He ran his hand over my butt cheeks and slipped his fingers between my legs.
"Did you like it when I licked your ass hole?" he asked. Sucking in my breath, feeling him stoke my tight little hole, "Yes, yes!" I gasped. His fingers probed my hole as I squirmed, trying to push against them.
My heart beat faster, as I could feel his fingers, first pushing into my pussy, "mmm, you are very wet!" he whispered, then pushing into my eager butt hole. "There! Is that what you wanted?" He pushed harder. I tried to answer but was not able to, I could only think about his fingers, wanting more. He started pumping his fingers in and out of me, going deeper and harder with each stroke, all the while whispering in my ear, "That's what you want! I know what you need. You need to be butt fucked. I'll give it you. I'll fuck your tight little hole!"
My desire was building, I wanted to touch myself, I wanted to cum. Still lying face down on the bed I tried to slide my hand to my clit. It was difficult, not much room to move, he was pressing me into the bed with each thrust of his fingers. I finally was able to wiggle my hand to my clit and began to rub, but I needed more room to move my hand, to get to the right spot! I wanted to feel him fucking me. I wanted his cock. I raised my butt up to give my hand more room. He thrust harder into my ass. I could smell the sweetness again. I could hear her laugh. I felt like I was being tossed in the ocean as the tide was coming in. Suddenly I came, rising up almost bent double as I pressed my throbbing clit.
I dropped back down on the bed, dragging my hand out from under my body. I put my fingers to my mouth, licked them and felt the desire returning. He pulled my cheeks apart so he could lick my tender hole. His tongue made slow circles and then pushed inside. He moved back, rolled me over, and kissed me, pushing his tongue deep in my mouth. I could taste myself in his kiss. "Please" I whispered, "please put your cock in me!" He reached over and pulled a pillow to us. Lifting my bottom, he slipped it under me.
He lay on top of me and his cock slipped into my wet pussy.
"You are so hot! I don't think we will need the jelly!" He pushed himself up onto his knees, pulled out, and put the head of his cock against my butt hole.
"Please!" I whimpered again. He pushed, slowly, letting me relax and stretch open. His cock was so hard, it felt so hot, and it felt so big, opening me up. I wanted him to push hard and fast, but he took his time, slowly, allowing me to feel every inch on his huge cock as it penetrated my ass. I took it, breathless, waiting, knowing he would bottom out, and then it would begin. Then he would fuck me the way I needed to be fucked.
He began pumping, holding my bent knees, as I pushed against each thrust. I reach down to my clit and began to rub. Almost immediately I felt the rush of the water, smelled her perfume, and heard her laugh. He felt my ass get tight, "That's it baby, show me what you need!" he said as he pounded my butt hole. Stretching my legs out onto his shoulders and raising my ass off the bed, I came! It was so deep, hard, and delicious. I fell back on to the bed, pulling my knees up again. "Was that good, Baby?" he asked. "mmm" I nodded. "Do you want more?" he asked.
I smiled, "Please?"
END
Every evening we would take a walk. One night it was very humid and when we returned home I complained about my underarms being irritated from sweat.
"I can't wait till my shower tomorrow. My pits are raw from sweating!" I told him. I would go shower at my mother's house a few miles away three or four times a week. He was a member of the local YMCA. He showered after his workouts four or five times a week.
While I unloaded the items we had purchased from the local shop on our way home from our walk, he took the coffee carafe and filled it with water. This he poured into the coffee maker and turned it on. While the water dripped through he washed up the morning coffee cups sitting in the bathroom sink. By then the water had finished running through the maker and was hot. He took a medium size glass mixing bowl, set it in the bathroom sink, and poured the hot water in it.
He called me over and pulled my tee shirt over my head, then unhooked my bra. He sat me on the edge of the bed, removed my shoes and socks. Then he pushed me onto my back, unzipped my jeans, and pulled them off. I was still laying on the bed as he slid his hands under me and tugged at my panties, running his tongue down my belly while slipping them along my thighs to my feet and off. He spread my legs and licked my pussy sending a little wave of excitement over me. He stopped, stood up, reached out a hand to me, and said, "Come get your bath."
I followed him into the tiny bathroom. He put the lid down on the toilet and spread a towel over it.
"Sit down," he commanded. He took a wash cloth and dipped it in the bowl of hot water. Taking a bar of soap he made lather on the cloth. Taking my left arm he raised it and gently washed my arm and pit. The cloth was warm and soothing and the soap smelled clean & fresh. He rinsed the cloth and wiped soap from my skin. "Turn to the other side." he demanded.
I slid around so he could reach my right side. Again he dipped the cloth into the hot water and rubbed the bar of soap to make more lather.
After he finished washing and rinsing my right arm and pit he said, "Move to the edge of the seat so I can wash your pussy." I slid over until my ass was barely on the edge of the toilet seat. "Spread your legs" he commanded. I did as I was told. Rinsing and soaping up the cloth a third time he gently ran it between my legs and rubbed my pussy.
"Wait, that's not the cloth!" I yelped nervously. "No, it isn't" he said as he pushed his fingers deeper inside me. I squirmed as he withdrew his fingers, and put them in his mouth and sucked them clean. "Your pussy tastes good," he said as he rinsed the cloth again. After wiping away the soap between my legs, he rinsed the cloth for the last time.
"Stand up, face the wall. Lean against it and spread your legs!" he said firmly. Again I did as I had been commanded. He took the cloth and ran it between the cheeks of my ass. While doing so he ran his finger across my butt hole. Putting the cloth down, he pressed his finger against my hole again. I resisted a little, and he put his mouth close to my ear and said softly, "Shall I get the jelly?"
As he spoke my mind drifted for a moment. I felt the coolness of the cinder block wall on my chest and face, and the heat of his body on my back, the touch of his finger prodding my anus. He was speaking, but the words didn't register in my mind, just his tone, telling me about what I wanted, what I needed. Suddenly I felt a tongue on my pussy! I opened my eyes and jumped a little. I could smell sweetness in the air. Ginger? Gardenia? I heard a feminine laugh.
"Spread your feet apart," he said softly. "Make room for her." I don't know how he did it, but his voice could conjure people and things, and I could see and feel them in my mind. My cheek and hands were pressed against the wall, but I could see her, crouched on the floor under me, licking my clit like candy. He knew how hot she made me, and how it made me want him all the more. I heard her giggle as she began to wiggle up the wall, facing me, running her tongue up my belly with little nibbles along the way.
As she slid up the wall, her body pushed mine back, into him. He was running his tongue down my back to the little cleft above my ass. I shivered, feeling the fur of his chest slide over my ass, knowing he was going to kneel down and run his tongue over my butt hole. Now she is up to my breasts, sucking one at a time into her mouth, gently biting the nipple sending little shock waves through my body. Again she giggled, sliding up to face me, her back against the wall, her tits pressed into mine, her hands on my waist. She kissed me, gently, her lips just brushing mine, her tongue just barley touching mine, just a tease of a kiss.
I could smell the sweetness her hair as she nuzzled into my neck. I wanted to run my hands over her body, feeling her smooth skin, but I knew if I did, he would stop licking and probing my bottom. I didn't want him to stop, I wanted more, and I wanted his cock in my ass. I wanted her, I wanted both of them, and I wanted to devour them. He knew I wanted her, he knew I wanted him; he was making me wait, to beg him to fuck me. He wanted to watch me get hotter and wetter, knowing I wanted them both so badly.
My mind was getting cloudy and it was hard to breath. She was pressed against me, he was moving, getting up off the floor. "Come here" he commanded. I didn't want to move from her body, my arms stiff from holding them at head level for so long.
"Go," she whispered to me, pushing me away. "Go, I'll be along in a while."
"Yes" I moaned, "please get the jelly" He laughed and pulled me away from the wall, turning me to face him. His cock was hard, standing out, beckoning to me. "I want you" I said, "I want your cock in my ass, I want it now, please!"
He smiled, took my hand and drew me to him. He wrapped his strong arms around me. "You'll get what you need, I will fill you up, " he whispered in my ear and scooped me up like a rag doll and carried me to the bed.
Laying me face down on the bed, he curled beside me. "Did you enjoy your bath?" he asked as he stroked my back. "Oh yes! I loved it," I said as I anticipated his next move. He ran his hand over my butt cheeks and slipped his fingers between my legs.
"Did you like it when I licked your ass hole?" he asked. Sucking in my breath, feeling him stoke my tight little hole, "Yes, yes!" I gasped. His fingers probed my hole as I squirmed, trying to push against them.
My heart beat faster, as I could feel his fingers, first pushing into my pussy, "mmm, you are very wet!" he whispered, then pushing into my eager butt hole. "There! Is that what you wanted?" He pushed harder. I tried to answer but was not able to, I could only think about his fingers, wanting more. He started pumping his fingers in and out of me, going deeper and harder with each stroke, all the while whispering in my ear, "That's what you want! I know what you need. You need to be butt fucked. I'll give it you. I'll fuck your tight little hole!"
My desire was building, I wanted to touch myself, I wanted to cum. Still lying face down on the bed I tried to slide my hand to my clit. It was difficult, not much room to move, he was pressing me into the bed with each thrust of his fingers. I finally was able to wiggle my hand to my clit and began to rub, but I needed more room to move my hand, to get to the right spot! I wanted to feel him fucking me. I wanted his cock. I raised my butt up to give my hand more room. He thrust harder into my ass. I could smell the sweetness again. I could hear her laugh. I felt like I was being tossed in the ocean as the tide was coming in. Suddenly I came, rising up almost bent double as I pressed my throbbing clit.
I dropped back down on the bed, dragging my hand out from under my body. I put my fingers to my mouth, licked them and felt the desire returning. He pulled my cheeks apart so he could lick my tender hole. His tongue made slow circles and then pushed inside. He moved back, rolled me over, and kissed me, pushing his tongue deep in my mouth. I could taste myself in his kiss. "Please" I whispered, "please put your cock in me!" He reached over and pulled a pillow to us. Lifting my bottom, he slipped it under me.
He lay on top of me and his cock slipped into my wet pussy.
"You are so hot! I don't think we will need the jelly!" He pushed himself up onto his knees, pulled out, and put the head of his cock against my butt hole.
"Please!" I whimpered again. He pushed, slowly, letting me relax and stretch open. His cock was so hard, it felt so hot, and it felt so big, opening me up. I wanted him to push hard and fast, but he took his time, slowly, allowing me to feel every inch on his huge cock as it penetrated my ass. I took it, breathless, waiting, knowing he would bottom out, and then it would begin. Then he would fuck me the way I needed to be fucked.
He began pumping, holding my bent knees, as I pushed against each thrust. I reach down to my clit and began to rub. Almost immediately I felt the rush of the water, smelled her perfume, and heard her laugh. He felt my ass get tight, "That's it baby, show me what you need!" he said as he pounded my butt hole. Stretching my legs out onto his shoulders and raising my ass off the bed, I came! It was so deep, hard, and delicious. I fell back on to the bed, pulling my knees up again. "Was that good, Baby?" he asked. "mmm" I nodded. "Do you want more?" he asked.
I smiled, "Please?"
END
Jumat, 16 Juli 2010
The Scarf Ch. 02
Chapter 2: Saturday Night
Chris closed her eyes. Water flowed over her body in warm streams from the showerhead above. She tilted her head back and let her hair guide the water down her back. She felt the water on her breasts and stomach and ass and legs. Chris considered staying in the shower the rest of the day.
The 29-year-old woman looked down at her feminine hands, highlighted by blood red nails, as they traced their way around the bottom of her breasts and just lightly teased her hardened nipples. Eventually, she reached for a bar of soap and ran it across her neck, shoulders and breasts. Her nipples tingled and a familiar shiver ran down to her pussy.
In her mind, Chris was picturing the body of another young woman--a blonde goddess from work who Chris had recently befriended. Traci was 23, but very mature, Chris thought. And, oh, what a body.
The soap skimmed across Chris's stomach and onto her leg. She reached back and felt the soap on her ass. Now using both hands, she gently caressed the cheeks.
Chris imagined her hands on Traci's little butt. The same ass Chris had watched walk past her cubicle hundreds of times, swaying in tight pants or under a little skirt.
Now Chris's hand was in front of her, between her legs. She didn't want to touch herself there. She knew what would happen if she did. She told herself not to.
She did.
The soap slithered up and down from her clit to her cunt. Then back over the clit again. And again. Chris bit her lip and clenched her eyes shut.
She let the soap fall to the floor. Chris's hand engulfed her pussy, with the palm hitting the clit and the tip of her finger finding the entrance to her vagina. She slid the finger in farther, causing her wrist to rub against the clit.
"Oh, God," she murmured out loud. She began fingering herself rapidly.
Traci was standing in front of her in the office. An empty office. Taking off her sweater, her skirt, her bra. The magnificent firm breasts invited Chris to suck on them. But not yet. Traci bent over and removed her panties.
She stood back up—naked--pushing her hair back behind her ears. Traci smiled at Chris and approached her. She reached her hand inside Chris's skirt and felt for the bottom of her panties. Traci slipped her fingers inside the panties, then inside Chris.
Chris put her hands on the younger girl's breasts, followed by her ass, pulling her closer.
Traci was yanking down the panties so she could get her entire hand over Chris's pussy. She found Chris's clit. She massaged it roughly.
"Ah, yes. Traci. There. There. Yes."
Chris's orgasm started before she could put her free hand on the shower wall. Nearly falling from the uncontrollable shaking that followed, Chris frantically rubbed her clit and inserted fingers into her cunt. Two, three orgasms. She had never come like this in the shower before.
She had never known Traci before, either.
Christine Brewer was a 29-year-old accountant at ACR, Inc., a small but growing computer software company. She was attractive, competent, shy and six years into a bad marriage. Her 5'7" shapely frame, layered light brown hair with soft tints and arresting green eyes had caused many men in the company to look twice at her.
Chris grew up as the cute girl that always hung out with the prettiest girls but never got the guys. Always on the edge of excitement, she never seemed to be able to make the jump.
Traci was outspoken, forward and direct. At 23, she was the youngest computer tech at the company. The only thing she knew better than networking was flirting. She ALWAYS got the guy.
The two co-workers ate their salads, alternately using forks to eat and assist in talking. At the moment, Traci's fork was in midair, helping her express her dismay at another useless gift she had received from her Mother for Christmas.
Chris was trying not to laugh at the younger girl too hard. She, too, had relatives who spent the hated Saturday before Christmas fighting crowds for a gift rather than giving Chris the gift certificates she really wanted.
Eventually, the subject changed.
"So, what are you doing Saturday night?" Traci asked.
Chris sighed. "Oh, we never do anything. It will be the same old thing: sit and watch TV."
"Your husband doesn't like to go out?" Traci asked, moving a black olive to the side of her bowl.
"Of course not," Chris said. "That would be fun."
They laughed. But Traci's mind was working hard. Should she tread into this obviously sensitive area or not?
"We need to liven him up," Traci offered. Her eyes lifted from the salad until meeting Chris'.
"As in…?"
Traci waited a second. "As in get him out of his shell. Show him there's more to life than TV on Saturday night."
"I'm telling you, Traci. He won't leave the house," Chris said emphatically.
"Who said anything about leaving the house?"
Chris' blank stare gave away her confusion.
"Would you like company that night?" Traci asked with a sly grin.
"I hate to ask what is going on in that warped mind of yours," Chris replied.
"Warped? Did you think I was warped when you were tied to that bed at the Christmas party, cumming harder and longer than you ever had before?"
"Yes."
Traci's eyes opened wide in surprise.
"But, that doesn't mean I didn't love it," Chris finished before Traci could respond. That brought the smile back to Traci's face.
"Thank you. Now, what would you say to the two of us teaching Tom some new tricks."
"I'd say if you are doing the teaching, I'm all for it," Chris said.
"OK then. Tell him you've invited me over. And tell him I never wear bras and have a great ass. See if that helps."
Chris laughed again. "I just have to ask. Does this involve him watching us or me watching you two or you watching us?"
"Yes," Traci answered with a straight face.
"Perfect. This will work," Chris said.
"Oh. And have your scarf ready."
Chris could feel the heat between her legs rising. She stared into the distance with vacant eyes. Ah, yes. The scarf.
Chris had surprisingly little trouble convincing her husband to have the young blonde over for a few hours. Tom was an athletic looking man with thick dark hair and a dreadful personality. He paid little attention to Chris. She figured the last time they had "made love" was before they got married. Sex since then was infrequent, quick and unfulfilling.
Arrangements were made for Traci to arrive between nine and ten p.m. Chris begged Traci not to overdress because she and Tom would certainly be in jeans. So, Traci opted for a loose fitting top that stopped a good three or four inches above her hip hugger jeans. A silver belly ring completed the outfit.
She determined NO heterosexual man could be in the same room with her without getting a hard on at some point. She might have to bend over to get the full effect, but it would work.
Traci looked at herself in the mirror of the car as she drove to Chris'. Her fingers flung the long hair backwards. She wasn't sure whether to consider the evening a marriage counseling attempt or flirting practice or what. She had every reason to believe, however, that sex would be involved and that was sufficient to keep her interested.
As she pulled into the driveway and walked to the front door of the upper middle class home, she felt the normal excitement she had before meeting someone new, not to mention a potential partner. Traci knew what Chris was like in bed, but Tom was an unknown factor.
Chris opened the door and welcomed Traci inside. Chris complimented the girl on her choice of clothes as they walked into a comfortable looking family room. Tom rose to meet their guest and silently approved of the outfit, as well.
Chris got everybody drinks as Tom and Traci chatted about jobs. Traci noticed with interest that Chris sat in a chair by herself rather than take the empty spot on the couch near Tom after the drinks were handed out. It was looking more and more like marriage counseling, Traci thought.
But it didn't take her long to get into the flirting mode, either. Not that she needed assistance, but the alcohol soon kicked in and the conversation became more informal. Body language also became noticeably freer. Traci's hand slinked across her bare midriff and Tom put his feet on the edge of the table in front of the couch.
When Chris offered to fill glasses again, Traci immediately stood up.
"Let me help this time," she said.
Purposely, she walked between the couch and the table, making Tom move his legs as she passed by. She could feel his eyes on her hips and ass. With just a slight waggle, she joined Chris in the kitchen.
"OK. Are you sure it's alright for me to flirt with him more?" Traci asked.
"Hey, like I told you at work, it's going to be fun to see how he reacts. Go for it." Chris smiled and handed Traci a new drink.
"You have the scarf ready?"
"It's in the drawer of the table behind the couch," Chris said. "Just give me the sign when you're ready for it."
"OK."
They walked back into the living room and Traci handed Tom his glass. This time the girl sat on the opposite end of the couch. She pulled her legs up under her after flipping off her shoes. It was time for her to play some serious mind games with this guy.
"Chris and I talk about our fantasies all the time at work," Traci said, noticing Chris' look of disbelief. "What's one of yours?"
Tom gazed first at Traci, then Chris. Thoughts of cheerleaders undressing quickly passed through his mind. "Oh, being filthy rich, I guess."
"C'mon," Traci said with repugnance. "I mean a real fantasy. What would really turn you on?"
He didn't have the nerve to tell her, despite the alcohol, that this conversation with her in that outfit so close to him was doing it. Traci took another drink, making certain to lean in such a way that her shirt rode further up her side. Tom's eyes darted from the bare skin to the floor.
"Well, I like it when Chris wears something truly sexy."
Traci gave him a disapproving glance. "So, you enjoy walking through a mall and looking at the young girls in short skirts and tight blouses…or jeans and t-shirts. Do you imagine taking one of them into a room and ripping off her clothes and fucking her?"
Traci smiled and blinked twice. Tom squirmed on the couch, taking a long drink. Chris' eyes were riveted on the pair.
"Do you do that when you see a good looking guy?" Tom asked.
"Of course. I'd love to be taken by some dude I didn't know and forced to have sex with him in a closet or an empty restroom. If he has a nice ass, I dream of putting my hands on it, pulling him closer and feeling him deep inside me. I can feel him cumming inside me, pinching my nipples and pushing me harder against the cold wall."
Traci hesitated. She was leaning more and more forward as the story unfolded. Now she leaned back again.
"Don't you have fantasies like that?"
Tom desperately needed to reach inside his pants and rearrange things. But not wanting to let the conversation die, he continued.
"I dream of having sex with more than one woman at a time." Tom may have been a poor husband and a lackluster lover, but he wasn't stupid. He was in a room with two women talking about sex.
"Oooohh," Traci sighed. "All those tongues working on your cock at the same time. Young boobs being pushed into your face. Tight asses just waiting for you."
The bulge in Tom's pants was now evident to both women. Traci made no effort to hide the fact she saw it. Licking her lips confirmed it.
"I bet you could keep lots of little girls screaming," Traci said. She looked over at Chris and winked.
Tom's wife rose from her chair and walked behind the couch. To keep the man occupied, Traci scooted over on the couch until she was within an arm's length of him. She heard the drawer open slightly and close just as quickly. When Tom started to turn his head around to look at Chris, Traci put her hand on his leg. The man quickly looked back at her.
"How would you like to make me scream?" Traci asked. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Chris approach the couch with scarf in hand. Just as the woman was raising the scarf, Traci put her hands on the bottom of her shirt and began to lift it.
The scarf wrapped around Tom's eyes as the shirt rose to the bottom of Traci's breasts. Tom jumped and moved his hands toward the object being tied tightly behind his head.
Traci grabbed his wrists and held them in front of him.
"Relax," she said. "We're going to play a little game. I think you'll like it. Really like it."
The girl stood, pulling Tom off the couch with her. She slowly guided him around the end of the table by the couch until they stood in the middle of the room. Chris watched at first, then joined them.
"OK. Take off your shoes and socks," Traci ordered the blindfolded man.
Tom complied quickly.
"We'll do the rest," the girl said.
Her hands grasped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it out of his jeans. With one quick movement, it was over his head and laying on the floor by his shoes. Tom's chest was well defined and lightly covered in fine, dark hair. Traci ran her fingernails over his shoulders, then down to his nipples.
She traced around each one with a single finger. When she finally slid her finger over the nipples, they were hard and red. Silently, she leaned forward and lightly brushed her tongue over one nipple.
The man's body twitched with the contact of the warm, wet tongue.
"Feel's good. Doesn't it?" Traci asked him.
Tom just nodded. The girl's tongue swirled around the flesh. Then over his chest and to the opposite side. Now both nipples glistened with the moisture from her tongue.
She put her hands on his chest again and slid them down over his stomach. When she reached the top of his pants, she slowed only long enough to put her fingers inside. The hands disappeared and Tom pulled in his stomach. Chris watched as Traci's hands became outlined by the tight material of Tom's jeans.
Traci stopped when she felt the hard cock under her right palm. She pressed the cock against Tom's skin. She massaged it with her hand.
"What are you thinking about now?" she asked in a low voice.
"About how you are going to make me cum by doing that."
"Nope. Not yet," Traci said.
Her hands rose out of the pants and she unbuttoned them. The zipper was pulled down and the jeans hung loosely open. Chris felt a sudden warmth between her legs anticipating what her friend would do next to her unsuspecting husband.
To her surprise, Chris saw Traci point to the jeans and motion for her to pull them down. Tom could tell the hands now on his jeans were from behind him. The next thing he felt was the cool air hitting the tops of his bare legs. As the pants reached the floor, he stepped out of each leg.
Chris threw the jeans aside and stood behind Tom again. Traci simply nodded at Chris and looked at the man's boxers. Chris took them off her husband slowly.
Traci was impressed with the size of Tom's semi-erect cock. It was only beginning to stand straight out from his body, but already was thicker than most she had seen. This time she licked her lips for real, not for show.
Traci walked behind Tom. She gave an approving smile when she saw his full, round ass. As she looked up to Chris, she signaled for the woman to follow her back around in front of Tom. Silently, she motioned for Chris to get on her knees, as she was doing.
Chris didn't need any more instructions when she saw Traci slide her tongue over the side of her husband's cock. Chris' tongue quickly followed suit, and soon the man was being licked and sucked by two women.
Tom's cock grew to full erection in less then a minute. Now Traci was truly awed. The cock was thicker and harder than any she had ever seen. Briefly, she wondered how her friend could resist having this man every night. Her mind swiftly returned to the task at hand.
The two women's tongues met several times as they passed over the hot skin of the shaft. When Traci tasted the telltale sweetness of Tom's precum, she backed away. Chris followed Traci's lead.
Quickly and quietly, Traci began stripping. Chris was absorbed in Traci's perfect breasts before she, herself, began undressing. When Traci was down to just her panties, Chris felt the wetness growing between her legs. The young girl pulled off her panties, exposing the ass Chris had so often watched from her desk. The body was even more striking than she had imagined it. The girl's large breasts, little waist, shapely hips and long, lean legs made Chris' whole body tingle.
Eventually, both women were naked. Tom had listened to the sounds of clothes being pulled off and hitting the floor. In his mind, he imagined what he could not see. His cock grew even stiffer.
"Lay down, Tom," Traci said softly. The man dropped to his knees and, reaching behind him blindly to feel for any obstacles, laid flat on his back in the center of the room. His cock stretched horizontally, the tip resting just below the navel.
Traci stepped closer to Chris and whispered in her ear. Then the women knelt on the floor on opposite sides of the prone man. Their hands reached out and began stroking Tom's chest, concentrating on his nipples.
Tom moaned as the four hands traced circles over his torso. Shivers flowed from his shoulders into his stomach and down his legs. He desperately wanted them to touch his erection—hold it, squeeze it, lick it. When he reached for the women with his own hands, he felt nothing but air. They purposely avoided his touch, leaving him solitary in his dark world.
Chris watched as Traci lowered her hands down Tom's body. Wherever Traci's hands went, Chris' followed on the other side. They touched everything except the twitching cock and the clear liquid trickling from its tip.
After a couple minutes, Traci signaled for Chris to move on top of Tom. The woman swung her leg over her husband's body and got on her knees, facing him. She looked down and wrapped the fingers of one hand around his shaft. The warmth and firmness struck her immediately. She had never felt him like this before.
The blood rushed through his cock so hard Tom could feel the pulse. A hand—he didn't know whose—was gripping it tightly, massaging it. He could see in his mind what he envisioned a naked Traci to look like. And he hoped it was her hand holding him now.
Chris slid forward until her pussy was directly over Tom's cock. She lifted the cock and rubbed it against her swollen clit. Both of them could have cum instantly. But, the intensity of the pleasure they were feeling made them hold back.
Traci smiled broadly as she watched Chris move the cock from her clit to her vagina's entrance. Even in the dim light of the room, Traci could see the wetness of Chris' pussy. She would have no trouble inserting Tom's throbbing cock into THAT opening, she thought.
At the same time, Traci positioned herself over Tom's head. The man could hear the movement and sense the presence of a body close-by. But, he wasn't prepared for what happened next.
As his cock was sliding into Chris' cunt, his nose and mouth were covered with the warm, moist skin of a woman. Traci's shaven pussy was on Tom's mouth as she faced Chris. Moving slightly, Traci was able to get her clit on his lips.
Instinctively, the man's tongue shot out, lapping at the sweet flesh above him. His mind was loaded with overwhelming senses coming from all over his body. While one woman fucked him raucously, another was lowering herself onto his face. And he had no idea which was which.
As the two women settled into their respective positions above Tom, they began to lean forward. The space between them diminished until they could easily reach each other. Traci was eyeing Chris' bouncing breasts while Chris concentrated on the tongue flicking over the girl's clit.
Eventually, they got close enough to kiss. It happened smoothly and without hesitation on either woman's part. Chris remained still, tasting Traci's tongue in her mouth. Soon, Traci's hands were on Chris' breasts.
Tom rammed into Chris frantically, raising his ass off the floor with each thrust. He thought he knew what they were doing, and the idea excited him even more. If only he could see.
Tom groaned loudly as his orgasm began deep in his balls. He felt cum flow through his cock and explode out the end into the already dripping cunt that was engulfing him. He clenched his fists and pounded the floor as two more shots of cum entered his wife. His voice rang in the room and the sound of his thighs hitting Chris' ass echoed off the walls.
Chris' own sighs were muffled inside Traci's mouth. They continued to kiss throughout Tom's first orgasm. Chris felt the cum combine with her own juices. The pounding cock drove into her over and over, remaining hard long after several shots of hot cum were released inside her.
Chris squeezed the cock with her cunt muscles and another moan was followed by one last dribble of cum. A few seconds later, Chris lifted herself off the softening cock.
Tom was exhausted, but continued licking and sucking on the clit above his mouth. Traci closed her eyes momentarily, then rose to her feet. Both she and Chris stood next to Tom.
"OK, Tom. Take off the scarf," Traci said.
The man anxiously untied the scarf and unwrapped it from his head. He froze when his eyes adjusted and he looked up at the two naked women. Staring up their long legs and seeing their bare cunts nearly made him hard again.
"You have to tell me who was where," he begged them.
"Nope," Chris said. "That's for you to figure out on your own. How about another drink?"
Both Tom and Traci answered "Yes" and the two women walked into the kitchen with Tom watching their every step. He could hear, but not understand, their talking and laughing. When they re-emerged, he was leaning back against the couch.
They sat, talked and drank. Each of them felt a certain exhilaration in being naked. Suspecting that more sex was likely only compounded their excitement.
During a lull in the conversation, Chris said, "Right now, I think Traci is due a little pay back."
That brought a vacant stare from the young girl. "Pay back?" she asked.
"Tom. Do me a favor," Chris said with a sly smile. "Please take that scarf and tie our guest to the legs of the table." Chris looked and nodded at the large wooden coffee table by the couch.
It was hard to tell which of the two, Tom or Traci, was more surprised. But, it didn't take Tom long to grab the scarf and head for Traci, who sat on the couch. The girl started to rise from the couch and lean away from the approaching man. She made it to her feet and took one step before he had her arm in his grasp.
Traci looked at Chris, a slight smile crossing her face. "Does this have anything to do with the Christmas party?"
"It has everything to do with it," Chris said.
By now, Tom had fastened the scarf securely to one of Traci's wrists.
"This way," he said, pulling the girl backwards.
He led her to the end of the table and made her lie on the floor. He then looped the scarf around the legs of the table and tied the loose end of the scarf to her other wrist. Tom looked down on the perfect, youthful body stretched out below him. He didn't know if this was whom he had fucked earlier, but he certainly knew he would be inside her soon.
Chris walked over and stood next to Tom. "Isn't she beautiful? "
"Very," Tom said. "If I haven't already, I'd love to have sex with her."
"Get in line," Chris answered.
With that, the woman moved next to Traci and straddled her head, facing Traci's feet. Traci looked up at the pussy a few feet above her. She wanted to taste it again, as she had a few weeks earlier when Chris was tied to a headboard by the same scarf that now restrained her.
Chris didn't hesitate long. She lowered herself to her knees and then placed her cunt near the girl's mouth.
"Make me cum again, Traci. Just like you did before."
Traci's tongue was already visible when the cunt reached her lips. Tom, meanwhile, was both shocked and energized by what he saw. As Traci began to lick his wife's pussy, Tom began to masturbate at the girl's feet. Chris moved her body giving Traci access to her clit and vagina, which made Tom hard again in a matter of seconds.
Traci very much wanted to reach up and pull Chris tight against her face. She strained against the scarf's unyielding pressure. But, she didn't need to worry. Chris was giving her free contact with every sensitive area. Several times, Traci found her tongue deep inside of Chris. Other times, she was sliding it across a swollen clit.
The man watching them now held a full erection in one hand, fiercely stroking it. He moved forward, between Traci's legs. She parted them and bent her knees. Chris watched closely as he knelt down and placed his cock at the entrance to her cunt. With his hands under the young girl's thighs, he thrust himself into her.
Traci moaned from underneath Chris. "Oh, yes," they heard her whisper. Then her tongue was back at work.
Tom almost immediately knew this was not the woman he was in earlier. This vagina was tight. Much tighter. It seemed to draw him in and hold him. It was wet and hot. It was wonderful.
Each of them thought separately that this was, perhaps, perfect sex. Their senses were heightened by the others around them. Only Tom, because of the earlier sex, was not on the verge of cumming. They all wanted this to last, but knew it couldn't.
Chris was the first to cum. "Oh, my God. Yes. Yes. Right there," she nearly screamed.
As Traci's tongue hit her clit repeatedly, Chris came in waves. She forced herself down until Traci's entire mouth swallowed up her clit. Chris put her hands on the table behind her and let the orgasms come one after the other.
Seeing his wife climax from the licking and sucking of another woman was more than Tom could take. He came inside Traci, his face just inches from Chris body. Each time he propelled his throbbing cock into the girl, another shot of cum resulted. He lifted her ass off the floor and pushed harder and deeper.
Feeling his hot cum pour out caused Traci to cum as well. Chris was about done as the girl joined Tom in climaxing. Their combined moans and groans resonated throughout the room. The louder Tom got, the more Traci came. Eventually, they were urging each other on verbally. The effect was telling. A man who had drained himself of cum a short time before was again being squeezed of all his juices by a willing pussy.
Shortly, all three were on the floor. Chris and Tom each had one of Traci's breasts in their mouth, feeling very satisfied.
Chris and Tom felt a new appreciation for each other, not to mention their new friends…Traci and the scarf.
THE END
Chris closed her eyes. Water flowed over her body in warm streams from the showerhead above. She tilted her head back and let her hair guide the water down her back. She felt the water on her breasts and stomach and ass and legs. Chris considered staying in the shower the rest of the day.
The 29-year-old woman looked down at her feminine hands, highlighted by blood red nails, as they traced their way around the bottom of her breasts and just lightly teased her hardened nipples. Eventually, she reached for a bar of soap and ran it across her neck, shoulders and breasts. Her nipples tingled and a familiar shiver ran down to her pussy.
In her mind, Chris was picturing the body of another young woman--a blonde goddess from work who Chris had recently befriended. Traci was 23, but very mature, Chris thought. And, oh, what a body.
The soap skimmed across Chris's stomach and onto her leg. She reached back and felt the soap on her ass. Now using both hands, she gently caressed the cheeks.
Chris imagined her hands on Traci's little butt. The same ass Chris had watched walk past her cubicle hundreds of times, swaying in tight pants or under a little skirt.
Now Chris's hand was in front of her, between her legs. She didn't want to touch herself there. She knew what would happen if she did. She told herself not to.
She did.
The soap slithered up and down from her clit to her cunt. Then back over the clit again. And again. Chris bit her lip and clenched her eyes shut.
She let the soap fall to the floor. Chris's hand engulfed her pussy, with the palm hitting the clit and the tip of her finger finding the entrance to her vagina. She slid the finger in farther, causing her wrist to rub against the clit.
"Oh, God," she murmured out loud. She began fingering herself rapidly.
Traci was standing in front of her in the office. An empty office. Taking off her sweater, her skirt, her bra. The magnificent firm breasts invited Chris to suck on them. But not yet. Traci bent over and removed her panties.
She stood back up—naked--pushing her hair back behind her ears. Traci smiled at Chris and approached her. She reached her hand inside Chris's skirt and felt for the bottom of her panties. Traci slipped her fingers inside the panties, then inside Chris.
Chris put her hands on the younger girl's breasts, followed by her ass, pulling her closer.
Traci was yanking down the panties so she could get her entire hand over Chris's pussy. She found Chris's clit. She massaged it roughly.
"Ah, yes. Traci. There. There. Yes."
Chris's orgasm started before she could put her free hand on the shower wall. Nearly falling from the uncontrollable shaking that followed, Chris frantically rubbed her clit and inserted fingers into her cunt. Two, three orgasms. She had never come like this in the shower before.
She had never known Traci before, either.
Christine Brewer was a 29-year-old accountant at ACR, Inc., a small but growing computer software company. She was attractive, competent, shy and six years into a bad marriage. Her 5'7" shapely frame, layered light brown hair with soft tints and arresting green eyes had caused many men in the company to look twice at her.
Chris grew up as the cute girl that always hung out with the prettiest girls but never got the guys. Always on the edge of excitement, she never seemed to be able to make the jump.
Traci was outspoken, forward and direct. At 23, she was the youngest computer tech at the company. The only thing she knew better than networking was flirting. She ALWAYS got the guy.
The two co-workers ate their salads, alternately using forks to eat and assist in talking. At the moment, Traci's fork was in midair, helping her express her dismay at another useless gift she had received from her Mother for Christmas.
Chris was trying not to laugh at the younger girl too hard. She, too, had relatives who spent the hated Saturday before Christmas fighting crowds for a gift rather than giving Chris the gift certificates she really wanted.
Eventually, the subject changed.
"So, what are you doing Saturday night?" Traci asked.
Chris sighed. "Oh, we never do anything. It will be the same old thing: sit and watch TV."
"Your husband doesn't like to go out?" Traci asked, moving a black olive to the side of her bowl.
"Of course not," Chris said. "That would be fun."
They laughed. But Traci's mind was working hard. Should she tread into this obviously sensitive area or not?
"We need to liven him up," Traci offered. Her eyes lifted from the salad until meeting Chris'.
"As in…?"
Traci waited a second. "As in get him out of his shell. Show him there's more to life than TV on Saturday night."
"I'm telling you, Traci. He won't leave the house," Chris said emphatically.
"Who said anything about leaving the house?"
Chris' blank stare gave away her confusion.
"Would you like company that night?" Traci asked with a sly grin.
"I hate to ask what is going on in that warped mind of yours," Chris replied.
"Warped? Did you think I was warped when you were tied to that bed at the Christmas party, cumming harder and longer than you ever had before?"
"Yes."
Traci's eyes opened wide in surprise.
"But, that doesn't mean I didn't love it," Chris finished before Traci could respond. That brought the smile back to Traci's face.
"Thank you. Now, what would you say to the two of us teaching Tom some new tricks."
"I'd say if you are doing the teaching, I'm all for it," Chris said.
"OK then. Tell him you've invited me over. And tell him I never wear bras and have a great ass. See if that helps."
Chris laughed again. "I just have to ask. Does this involve him watching us or me watching you two or you watching us?"
"Yes," Traci answered with a straight face.
"Perfect. This will work," Chris said.
"Oh. And have your scarf ready."
Chris could feel the heat between her legs rising. She stared into the distance with vacant eyes. Ah, yes. The scarf.
Chris had surprisingly little trouble convincing her husband to have the young blonde over for a few hours. Tom was an athletic looking man with thick dark hair and a dreadful personality. He paid little attention to Chris. She figured the last time they had "made love" was before they got married. Sex since then was infrequent, quick and unfulfilling.
Arrangements were made for Traci to arrive between nine and ten p.m. Chris begged Traci not to overdress because she and Tom would certainly be in jeans. So, Traci opted for a loose fitting top that stopped a good three or four inches above her hip hugger jeans. A silver belly ring completed the outfit.
She determined NO heterosexual man could be in the same room with her without getting a hard on at some point. She might have to bend over to get the full effect, but it would work.
Traci looked at herself in the mirror of the car as she drove to Chris'. Her fingers flung the long hair backwards. She wasn't sure whether to consider the evening a marriage counseling attempt or flirting practice or what. She had every reason to believe, however, that sex would be involved and that was sufficient to keep her interested.
As she pulled into the driveway and walked to the front door of the upper middle class home, she felt the normal excitement she had before meeting someone new, not to mention a potential partner. Traci knew what Chris was like in bed, but Tom was an unknown factor.
Chris opened the door and welcomed Traci inside. Chris complimented the girl on her choice of clothes as they walked into a comfortable looking family room. Tom rose to meet their guest and silently approved of the outfit, as well.
Chris got everybody drinks as Tom and Traci chatted about jobs. Traci noticed with interest that Chris sat in a chair by herself rather than take the empty spot on the couch near Tom after the drinks were handed out. It was looking more and more like marriage counseling, Traci thought.
But it didn't take her long to get into the flirting mode, either. Not that she needed assistance, but the alcohol soon kicked in and the conversation became more informal. Body language also became noticeably freer. Traci's hand slinked across her bare midriff and Tom put his feet on the edge of the table in front of the couch.
When Chris offered to fill glasses again, Traci immediately stood up.
"Let me help this time," she said.
Purposely, she walked between the couch and the table, making Tom move his legs as she passed by. She could feel his eyes on her hips and ass. With just a slight waggle, she joined Chris in the kitchen.
"OK. Are you sure it's alright for me to flirt with him more?" Traci asked.
"Hey, like I told you at work, it's going to be fun to see how he reacts. Go for it." Chris smiled and handed Traci a new drink.
"You have the scarf ready?"
"It's in the drawer of the table behind the couch," Chris said. "Just give me the sign when you're ready for it."
"OK."
They walked back into the living room and Traci handed Tom his glass. This time the girl sat on the opposite end of the couch. She pulled her legs up under her after flipping off her shoes. It was time for her to play some serious mind games with this guy.
"Chris and I talk about our fantasies all the time at work," Traci said, noticing Chris' look of disbelief. "What's one of yours?"
Tom gazed first at Traci, then Chris. Thoughts of cheerleaders undressing quickly passed through his mind. "Oh, being filthy rich, I guess."
"C'mon," Traci said with repugnance. "I mean a real fantasy. What would really turn you on?"
He didn't have the nerve to tell her, despite the alcohol, that this conversation with her in that outfit so close to him was doing it. Traci took another drink, making certain to lean in such a way that her shirt rode further up her side. Tom's eyes darted from the bare skin to the floor.
"Well, I like it when Chris wears something truly sexy."
Traci gave him a disapproving glance. "So, you enjoy walking through a mall and looking at the young girls in short skirts and tight blouses…or jeans and t-shirts. Do you imagine taking one of them into a room and ripping off her clothes and fucking her?"
Traci smiled and blinked twice. Tom squirmed on the couch, taking a long drink. Chris' eyes were riveted on the pair.
"Do you do that when you see a good looking guy?" Tom asked.
"Of course. I'd love to be taken by some dude I didn't know and forced to have sex with him in a closet or an empty restroom. If he has a nice ass, I dream of putting my hands on it, pulling him closer and feeling him deep inside me. I can feel him cumming inside me, pinching my nipples and pushing me harder against the cold wall."
Traci hesitated. She was leaning more and more forward as the story unfolded. Now she leaned back again.
"Don't you have fantasies like that?"
Tom desperately needed to reach inside his pants and rearrange things. But not wanting to let the conversation die, he continued.
"I dream of having sex with more than one woman at a time." Tom may have been a poor husband and a lackluster lover, but he wasn't stupid. He was in a room with two women talking about sex.
"Oooohh," Traci sighed. "All those tongues working on your cock at the same time. Young boobs being pushed into your face. Tight asses just waiting for you."
The bulge in Tom's pants was now evident to both women. Traci made no effort to hide the fact she saw it. Licking her lips confirmed it.
"I bet you could keep lots of little girls screaming," Traci said. She looked over at Chris and winked.
Tom's wife rose from her chair and walked behind the couch. To keep the man occupied, Traci scooted over on the couch until she was within an arm's length of him. She heard the drawer open slightly and close just as quickly. When Tom started to turn his head around to look at Chris, Traci put her hand on his leg. The man quickly looked back at her.
"How would you like to make me scream?" Traci asked. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Chris approach the couch with scarf in hand. Just as the woman was raising the scarf, Traci put her hands on the bottom of her shirt and began to lift it.
The scarf wrapped around Tom's eyes as the shirt rose to the bottom of Traci's breasts. Tom jumped and moved his hands toward the object being tied tightly behind his head.
Traci grabbed his wrists and held them in front of him.
"Relax," she said. "We're going to play a little game. I think you'll like it. Really like it."
The girl stood, pulling Tom off the couch with her. She slowly guided him around the end of the table by the couch until they stood in the middle of the room. Chris watched at first, then joined them.
"OK. Take off your shoes and socks," Traci ordered the blindfolded man.
Tom complied quickly.
"We'll do the rest," the girl said.
Her hands grasped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it out of his jeans. With one quick movement, it was over his head and laying on the floor by his shoes. Tom's chest was well defined and lightly covered in fine, dark hair. Traci ran her fingernails over his shoulders, then down to his nipples.
She traced around each one with a single finger. When she finally slid her finger over the nipples, they were hard and red. Silently, she leaned forward and lightly brushed her tongue over one nipple.
The man's body twitched with the contact of the warm, wet tongue.
"Feel's good. Doesn't it?" Traci asked him.
Tom just nodded. The girl's tongue swirled around the flesh. Then over his chest and to the opposite side. Now both nipples glistened with the moisture from her tongue.
She put her hands on his chest again and slid them down over his stomach. When she reached the top of his pants, she slowed only long enough to put her fingers inside. The hands disappeared and Tom pulled in his stomach. Chris watched as Traci's hands became outlined by the tight material of Tom's jeans.
Traci stopped when she felt the hard cock under her right palm. She pressed the cock against Tom's skin. She massaged it with her hand.
"What are you thinking about now?" she asked in a low voice.
"About how you are going to make me cum by doing that."
"Nope. Not yet," Traci said.
Her hands rose out of the pants and she unbuttoned them. The zipper was pulled down and the jeans hung loosely open. Chris felt a sudden warmth between her legs anticipating what her friend would do next to her unsuspecting husband.
To her surprise, Chris saw Traci point to the jeans and motion for her to pull them down. Tom could tell the hands now on his jeans were from behind him. The next thing he felt was the cool air hitting the tops of his bare legs. As the pants reached the floor, he stepped out of each leg.
Chris threw the jeans aside and stood behind Tom again. Traci simply nodded at Chris and looked at the man's boxers. Chris took them off her husband slowly.
Traci was impressed with the size of Tom's semi-erect cock. It was only beginning to stand straight out from his body, but already was thicker than most she had seen. This time she licked her lips for real, not for show.
Traci walked behind Tom. She gave an approving smile when she saw his full, round ass. As she looked up to Chris, she signaled for the woman to follow her back around in front of Tom. Silently, she motioned for Chris to get on her knees, as she was doing.
Chris didn't need any more instructions when she saw Traci slide her tongue over the side of her husband's cock. Chris' tongue quickly followed suit, and soon the man was being licked and sucked by two women.
Tom's cock grew to full erection in less then a minute. Now Traci was truly awed. The cock was thicker and harder than any she had ever seen. Briefly, she wondered how her friend could resist having this man every night. Her mind swiftly returned to the task at hand.
The two women's tongues met several times as they passed over the hot skin of the shaft. When Traci tasted the telltale sweetness of Tom's precum, she backed away. Chris followed Traci's lead.
Quickly and quietly, Traci began stripping. Chris was absorbed in Traci's perfect breasts before she, herself, began undressing. When Traci was down to just her panties, Chris felt the wetness growing between her legs. The young girl pulled off her panties, exposing the ass Chris had so often watched from her desk. The body was even more striking than she had imagined it. The girl's large breasts, little waist, shapely hips and long, lean legs made Chris' whole body tingle.
Eventually, both women were naked. Tom had listened to the sounds of clothes being pulled off and hitting the floor. In his mind, he imagined what he could not see. His cock grew even stiffer.
"Lay down, Tom," Traci said softly. The man dropped to his knees and, reaching behind him blindly to feel for any obstacles, laid flat on his back in the center of the room. His cock stretched horizontally, the tip resting just below the navel.
Traci stepped closer to Chris and whispered in her ear. Then the women knelt on the floor on opposite sides of the prone man. Their hands reached out and began stroking Tom's chest, concentrating on his nipples.
Tom moaned as the four hands traced circles over his torso. Shivers flowed from his shoulders into his stomach and down his legs. He desperately wanted them to touch his erection—hold it, squeeze it, lick it. When he reached for the women with his own hands, he felt nothing but air. They purposely avoided his touch, leaving him solitary in his dark world.
Chris watched as Traci lowered her hands down Tom's body. Wherever Traci's hands went, Chris' followed on the other side. They touched everything except the twitching cock and the clear liquid trickling from its tip.
After a couple minutes, Traci signaled for Chris to move on top of Tom. The woman swung her leg over her husband's body and got on her knees, facing him. She looked down and wrapped the fingers of one hand around his shaft. The warmth and firmness struck her immediately. She had never felt him like this before.
The blood rushed through his cock so hard Tom could feel the pulse. A hand—he didn't know whose—was gripping it tightly, massaging it. He could see in his mind what he envisioned a naked Traci to look like. And he hoped it was her hand holding him now.
Chris slid forward until her pussy was directly over Tom's cock. She lifted the cock and rubbed it against her swollen clit. Both of them could have cum instantly. But, the intensity of the pleasure they were feeling made them hold back.
Traci smiled broadly as she watched Chris move the cock from her clit to her vagina's entrance. Even in the dim light of the room, Traci could see the wetness of Chris' pussy. She would have no trouble inserting Tom's throbbing cock into THAT opening, she thought.
At the same time, Traci positioned herself over Tom's head. The man could hear the movement and sense the presence of a body close-by. But, he wasn't prepared for what happened next.
As his cock was sliding into Chris' cunt, his nose and mouth were covered with the warm, moist skin of a woman. Traci's shaven pussy was on Tom's mouth as she faced Chris. Moving slightly, Traci was able to get her clit on his lips.
Instinctively, the man's tongue shot out, lapping at the sweet flesh above him. His mind was loaded with overwhelming senses coming from all over his body. While one woman fucked him raucously, another was lowering herself onto his face. And he had no idea which was which.
As the two women settled into their respective positions above Tom, they began to lean forward. The space between them diminished until they could easily reach each other. Traci was eyeing Chris' bouncing breasts while Chris concentrated on the tongue flicking over the girl's clit.
Eventually, they got close enough to kiss. It happened smoothly and without hesitation on either woman's part. Chris remained still, tasting Traci's tongue in her mouth. Soon, Traci's hands were on Chris' breasts.
Tom rammed into Chris frantically, raising his ass off the floor with each thrust. He thought he knew what they were doing, and the idea excited him even more. If only he could see.
Tom groaned loudly as his orgasm began deep in his balls. He felt cum flow through his cock and explode out the end into the already dripping cunt that was engulfing him. He clenched his fists and pounded the floor as two more shots of cum entered his wife. His voice rang in the room and the sound of his thighs hitting Chris' ass echoed off the walls.
Chris' own sighs were muffled inside Traci's mouth. They continued to kiss throughout Tom's first orgasm. Chris felt the cum combine with her own juices. The pounding cock drove into her over and over, remaining hard long after several shots of hot cum were released inside her.
Chris squeezed the cock with her cunt muscles and another moan was followed by one last dribble of cum. A few seconds later, Chris lifted herself off the softening cock.
Tom was exhausted, but continued licking and sucking on the clit above his mouth. Traci closed her eyes momentarily, then rose to her feet. Both she and Chris stood next to Tom.
"OK, Tom. Take off the scarf," Traci said.
The man anxiously untied the scarf and unwrapped it from his head. He froze when his eyes adjusted and he looked up at the two naked women. Staring up their long legs and seeing their bare cunts nearly made him hard again.
"You have to tell me who was where," he begged them.
"Nope," Chris said. "That's for you to figure out on your own. How about another drink?"
Both Tom and Traci answered "Yes" and the two women walked into the kitchen with Tom watching their every step. He could hear, but not understand, their talking and laughing. When they re-emerged, he was leaning back against the couch.
They sat, talked and drank. Each of them felt a certain exhilaration in being naked. Suspecting that more sex was likely only compounded their excitement.
During a lull in the conversation, Chris said, "Right now, I think Traci is due a little pay back."
That brought a vacant stare from the young girl. "Pay back?" she asked.
"Tom. Do me a favor," Chris said with a sly smile. "Please take that scarf and tie our guest to the legs of the table." Chris looked and nodded at the large wooden coffee table by the couch.
It was hard to tell which of the two, Tom or Traci, was more surprised. But, it didn't take Tom long to grab the scarf and head for Traci, who sat on the couch. The girl started to rise from the couch and lean away from the approaching man. She made it to her feet and took one step before he had her arm in his grasp.
Traci looked at Chris, a slight smile crossing her face. "Does this have anything to do with the Christmas party?"
"It has everything to do with it," Chris said.
By now, Tom had fastened the scarf securely to one of Traci's wrists.
"This way," he said, pulling the girl backwards.
He led her to the end of the table and made her lie on the floor. He then looped the scarf around the legs of the table and tied the loose end of the scarf to her other wrist. Tom looked down on the perfect, youthful body stretched out below him. He didn't know if this was whom he had fucked earlier, but he certainly knew he would be inside her soon.
Chris walked over and stood next to Tom. "Isn't she beautiful? "
"Very," Tom said. "If I haven't already, I'd love to have sex with her."
"Get in line," Chris answered.
With that, the woman moved next to Traci and straddled her head, facing Traci's feet. Traci looked up at the pussy a few feet above her. She wanted to taste it again, as she had a few weeks earlier when Chris was tied to a headboard by the same scarf that now restrained her.
Chris didn't hesitate long. She lowered herself to her knees and then placed her cunt near the girl's mouth.
"Make me cum again, Traci. Just like you did before."
Traci's tongue was already visible when the cunt reached her lips. Tom, meanwhile, was both shocked and energized by what he saw. As Traci began to lick his wife's pussy, Tom began to masturbate at the girl's feet. Chris moved her body giving Traci access to her clit and vagina, which made Tom hard again in a matter of seconds.
Traci very much wanted to reach up and pull Chris tight against her face. She strained against the scarf's unyielding pressure. But, she didn't need to worry. Chris was giving her free contact with every sensitive area. Several times, Traci found her tongue deep inside of Chris. Other times, she was sliding it across a swollen clit.
The man watching them now held a full erection in one hand, fiercely stroking it. He moved forward, between Traci's legs. She parted them and bent her knees. Chris watched closely as he knelt down and placed his cock at the entrance to her cunt. With his hands under the young girl's thighs, he thrust himself into her.
Traci moaned from underneath Chris. "Oh, yes," they heard her whisper. Then her tongue was back at work.
Tom almost immediately knew this was not the woman he was in earlier. This vagina was tight. Much tighter. It seemed to draw him in and hold him. It was wet and hot. It was wonderful.
Each of them thought separately that this was, perhaps, perfect sex. Their senses were heightened by the others around them. Only Tom, because of the earlier sex, was not on the verge of cumming. They all wanted this to last, but knew it couldn't.
Chris was the first to cum. "Oh, my God. Yes. Yes. Right there," she nearly screamed.
As Traci's tongue hit her clit repeatedly, Chris came in waves. She forced herself down until Traci's entire mouth swallowed up her clit. Chris put her hands on the table behind her and let the orgasms come one after the other.
Seeing his wife climax from the licking and sucking of another woman was more than Tom could take. He came inside Traci, his face just inches from Chris body. Each time he propelled his throbbing cock into the girl, another shot of cum resulted. He lifted her ass off the floor and pushed harder and deeper.
Feeling his hot cum pour out caused Traci to cum as well. Chris was about done as the girl joined Tom in climaxing. Their combined moans and groans resonated throughout the room. The louder Tom got, the more Traci came. Eventually, they were urging each other on verbally. The effect was telling. A man who had drained himself of cum a short time before was again being squeezed of all his juices by a willing pussy.
Shortly, all three were on the floor. Chris and Tom each had one of Traci's breasts in their mouth, feeling very satisfied.
Chris and Tom felt a new appreciation for each other, not to mention their new friends…Traci and the scarf.
THE END
The Scarf
Christine’s eyes darted back and forth between the young girl walking toward her and the computer monitor on her desk. She watched the girl’s dark blonde hair sway with her quick steps. She watched the body move gracefully, like an athlete’s body. When the girl passed, Christine watched her hips and ass move seductively in a pair of tight slacks.
Christine Brewer was a 29-year-old accountant at ACR, Inc., a small but growing computer software company. She was attractive, competent, shy and six years into a bad marriage. Her 5’7” shapely frame, layered light brown hair and arresting green eyes had caused many men in the company to look twice at her.
But, she was rarely known to say more than “Hi” to anyone other than her boss. Chris, as everyone called her, was an enigma.
Traci Conway couldn’t be any farther on the opposite end of the spectrum than Chris. Outspoken, forward and direct was Traci’s approach to life. At 23, she was the youngest computer tech at the company. The only thing she did better than work on computers was flirt.
At the moment she was on her way to a senior accountant’s office. Something about a network connection. Ten minutes later she emerged from the office, cheeks flushed from something the man had said.
As Traci walked between the cubicles, she caught Chris’ eye and headed her way.
“Hey, Chris. How are you?” Traci asked enthusiastically.
“Fine, Traci. Haven’t seen you in ages.”
“Oh, they’ve got me doing just about everything now,” Traci said, leaning against the wall of Chris’ cubicle. “How have you been?”
“OK. Trying to finish Christmas shopping more than anything,” Chris said with a shrug.
“I was thinking of heading over to the mall at lunch.”
Traci nodded. Chris paused for a second. Then, to Traci’s surprise, Chris added, “Why don’t you come with me.”
The younger girl’s hazel eyes shined. “I’d love to. That’ll be fun.”
They made arrangements to meet at noon. Both women were happy with the unanticipated plans and were anxious for lunchtime to arrive. At quarter to twelve, Chris headed for the ladies room. She touched up her makeup and caught herself checking the line of her body under her dress.
“Hey, you’re going to lunch, not the prom,” she told herself. But, she looked forward to the companionship.
The women drove the short distance to the mall with Traci doing most of the talking. Although Traci was single and couldn’t trade family stories, they found enough job related gossip to keep them both happy.
Once inside the mall, Chris took charge and chose a large clothing store as the first stop. They both tried on winter coats that exceeded their winter clothing budgets. More “wish list” items were found in the sweater department.
“Oh, look at these,” Chris said as they walked passed a scarf display. She ran her fingers over a brightly colored scarf with thick stripes. “I loved scarves when I was a kid.”
Traci picked one up and let it fall open. Then she lifted it and swung it around Chris’ neck, sliding it under the collar of Chris’ big coat. With one more toss, the scarf fell over the woman’s back, while another end hung in front. Traci gently adjusted it.
A chill went down Chris’ back as the girl finished. The simple touch of another person had made her heart jump. The perfumed scent of this young woman, her smile, her eyes, engrossed her.
“There. You look really, really cute in that, Chris,” Traci was saying with sincerity.
Chris blushed. She put her hands on the soft material, feeling the warmth building around her neck. She looked down at the display.
“I can’t even afford these.” The words were filled with melancholy. She started removing the scarf. “We’re so far in credit card debt…” The words hung in mid air.
Traci saw the dejection in the woman’s face.
“Well, maybe Santa,” was all Traci could think of saying.
Chris smiled. “Yeah. Maybe.”
They shopped for another half hour, then ate salads in the food court. When they got back to the office, both women expressed their thanks to the other for going. They agreed to do it again soon.
Later that afternoon they crossed paths once more. This time, it was Chris who initiated the conversation.
“Traci, you’re going to the Christmas party aren’t you?” It was as much a request as a question.
“Sure,” Traci said. “Wouldn’t miss it. You going?”
“Yep. Just wanted to make sure I’d have at least one person to talk to.”
“I’ll look for you. I’ve heard Mr. Kent has quite a mansion. I’m excited to see it,” Traci said.
“Oh, it’s fabulous. And I doubt if I’ve seen half of it,” Chris answered. Kenneth Kent owned ACR, Inc. and showed off his house each year in the form of a holiday party. It was one of those affairs where stories for the following year were produced by free flowing liquor.
Two days later, on the Friday before Christmas and the day before the big party, Traci wound her way through the maze of cubicles until reaching the accounting department. Approaching Chris’ desk silently from behind, she crept forward and placed a brightly wrapped box on the woman’s lap.
Chris jumped and made an unidentifiable sound of surprise.
“Ho, ho, ho,” Traci said in the deepest voice she could muster.
“What…,” Chris said while turning. “Oh, Traci.”
“Merry Christmas,” Traci said smiling.
Chris picked up the package and stared at it.
“What’s this?”
“It’s yours. From me. Open it, open it,” Traci said with excitement.
“But, I…”
“Open it,” Traci ordered.
Chris’ fingers nervously pulled open the paper wrapping. Inside was a thin, rectangular white box. She lifted off the top of the box and pushed aside the tissue paper.
“Oh, my God. Traci. No,” Chris said softly.
She lifted the colorful scarf from the box.
“Promise me you’ll wear it tomorrow to the party,” Traci said.
Chris stood up and wrapped her arms around Traci, holding the scarf tightly in one hand.
“Thank you,” Chris said almost in a whisper. Traci heard her sniffle quietly. “You shouldn’t have. I can’t…I…”
“Don’t worry,” Traci said, leaning her head back so she could look at the other woman. “Just enjoy it.”
Tears formed in Chris’ eyes. She turned around before they fell and placed the scarf in the box. She faced Traci once more and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
“Thank you.”
“My pleasure. Now, I’ve gotta go,” Traci said. “See you tomorrow night?”
“Absolutely.” Chris tried to smile but her emotions made it difficult. She watched the girl gracefully walk away, wishing she didn’t have to go.
The following evening, Chris showered and dressed, having decided on a red sleeveless dress that she normally considered too tight and too short. But, something told her it would be all right tonight. Her husband, as usual, had opted not to attend. If she could escape with as little verbal abuse about her wardrobe as possible, she’d be home free.
She pulled on her coat and wrapped the scarf around her neck. Luckily, the game was close enough to take her husband’s full attention and she yelled “Goodbye” as the door was closing behind her.
Across town, Traci was shuffling through a closet full of outfits. Eventually, the combination of a sheer pink blouse and black pants won out. Traci especially liked this blouse because the first button didn’t appear until you drew an imaginary line from one nipple to the other. Matching red bra and panties, both lacy and small, finished the festive motif.
She found the Kent mansion with only one wrong turn, which she blamed on the directions given her by a coworker. The imposing house and surrounding estate looked like something off a Christmas postcard as she drove in. She parked and walked past huge pines that appeared to be decorated and lit by Disney staff.
Immediately upon knocking at the entrance, the double wood doors swung open and an elegantly suited man welcomed her. The man took her coat and directed her to the refreshments.
Traci looked up at the magnificent chandelier hanging in the foyer. Hallways seemed to lead in all directions. A winding staircase caused her eyes to wander upward to another floor of balconies and halls. The subdued sound of voices drew her into the house.
As she entered what must have served as the formal dining room, she saw a long table of hors d’oeuvres encircled by guests. Two or three of them called out her name in unison. Traci smiled at each one, trying desperately to get the names correct. She placed three huge shrimp on a plate, added some sauce and accepted compliments on her outfit with appropriate shyness. Several pieces of cheese finished the plate and she exited by the door opposite from where she came in.
She entered a much larger, darker room that she took as the library. A roaring fire-with real wood logs-blazed on one wall.
“Traci, glad you made it,” came a male voice from her side.
She turned to see the VP for Accounting. “Oh, hi Mr. Clark.”
“Christine was asking about you earlier. I’ve lost her now.” Clark looked around the room.
“OK, thanks. I’ll run into her eventually, I’m sure,” Traci said. “Where are the drinks?”
“Off the kitchen. Through there.” The man pointed to a nearby door.
“Great. Good seeing you.”
“You too,” Clark said.
The blouse was working, Traci said to herself. That was two men so far that had made less eye contact than cleavage contact.
She wound her way through the crowd and into the adjoining room. Sure enough, there was a bar being tended by two more men in tuxedos. Traci ordered a glass of wine and exchanged welcomes with other guests. The tall, thin glass of wine arrived and Traci excused herself to yet another massive room.
Through the swarm of people she picked out the head of a brunette in a red dress. The streaked, layered hair falling to the shoulders could only belong to one woman at ACR, Inc. The dress, however, came as a surprise to her.
Chris was talking to another female guest as Traci approached from behind her.
“Hey, Traci. Hi,” the woman said.
Chris spun around, an empty glass in her hand and a wide smile on her face.
“Hi,” Traci said, her eyes meeting Chris’. “What a place.”
“I told you,” Chris said. “I’m really glad you came.”
“Me, too. And I’ve been to the food and bar once.”
The other woman, an administrative assistant that Traci didn’t know well, offered to get Chris another drink. Chris accepted. First, because she wanted another glass of wine and, two, it would leave her alone with Traci.
“You look HOT in that dress,” Traci said, admiring Chris’ long body.
“Thanks.” Chris’ face was turning the same shade as the dress. “As usual, you look marvelous.” Chris ran her fingers up the sleeve of Traci’s blouse.
They chatted for a minute before another drink was delivered to Chris. Soon after that, they tactfully separated themselves and wandered into a less crowded area of the house.
Fortunately, they found an unoccupied sofa that they could sit at. This was particularly useful for Chris, who was not used to as much wine as she had already consumed. For whatever reason, she was far more talkative than Traci had ever known her to be.
Before long, the conversation turned to men.
“Will you ever get married, Traci?” Chris asked.
Traci looked at her carefully. “Is that a question or a warning?”
Chris laughed. “Both. Sometimes I wonder why I did.”
“Because you loved him,” Traci said. “But things can change.”
“No kidding.”
Traci looked at her drink. “I’ve never found a man worth marrying.”
Chris was looking at the girl next to her. Looking at her blonde hair, her sharp facial features, her long neck and smooth skin. She was looking at the hint of a red bra supporting young, firm breasts under a silky blouse.
Traci looked up, startling her friend.
“Would you do it differently?” Traci asked.
“Do WHAT differently?”
There was silence. “Not get married.”
Now Chris looked away. She fixed her eyes on the slender, crossed legs extending from under her dress. “Sometimes…sometimes I think I…well, that I like…God, Traci.”
The younger girl put her hand on Chris’ leg.
“What, Chris.”
“That I like other women more than my husband.” Chris said it in a whisper, although nobody was close to them. Her eyes were moist and narrow.
Traci didn’t flinch. Instead, she leaned closer to Chris’ ear, her hand still on the woman’s leg. “There’s only one way to find out.”
Traci leaned back and took a sip of her drink. Her tongue licked both lips in a small circle. Chris thought she was going to melt on the sofa.
“Did you wear your scarf?” Traci asked her stunned companion.
“Uh, yes. Of course.” Chris looked confused.
“Let’s go find it.”
Traci grabbed Chris’ hand and lifted her off the sofa. They walked into a hallway and turned toward the front door. Just before reaching the door, the man in the tux asked if they were ready for their coats.
“No. Just this lady’s scarf, please,” Traci said with her most enticing smile.
As the man disappeared, Chris asked, “What are you doing?”
Be quiet,” Traci said in her softest voice.
The man returned quickly with the bright garment. Traci took it and thanked him. Then she turned towards the spiral staircase with Chris in tow.
“Traci. What the…”
They were headed up the stairs. Chris nearly had to run to keep up. When they reached the top, Traci looked in both directions. She grabbed Chris’ hand again and took off down the dark hall. They passed one closed door, then another. Finally, Traci stopped and peered inside an open doorway.
“In here.”
They strode gingerly into the dark, empty bedroom. Traci closed the door behind them and locked it.
Both women caught their breath. As Traci faced Chris, she threw the scarf onto the bed behind Chris. Then she stood inches in front of the other woman and put her hands on the sides of Chris’ face. Chris was frozen.
Slowly, Traci moved forward until their lips touched. Traci’s tongue followed the curve of Chris’ mouth. Little by little, Chris’ mouth opened. Traci tasted the wine, the woman.
Their tongues met. After that, everything was pretty much a blur for Chris. She felt a hand at the back of her head. She felt her mouth and Traci’s mouth lock together. She felt tongues colliding. She felt a warmth between her legs she had never felt before.
They fell onto the bed. Hands were everywhere. Traci was aware of hands on her breasts, waist, hips and ass. Her own hands traced the curves of Chris’ body from neck to thighs.
Their kiss was loving and forceful. Chris’ new feelings toward her friend came flooding out, aided by a little wine. Traci was going to take her somewhere different and she was going to do it tonight.
Traci lifted her head and slid down Chris’ body. Her mouth brushed across the woman’s breasts, feeling the nipples through the dress. She went lower. Traci’s hands slid across Chris’ stomach. Lower.
Traci slid off the bed. She followed Chris’ long legs until getting to her shoes. She flipped them off and then proceeded back up the woman’s legs. Past her knees. Feeling the inside of her thighs until reaching the bottom of her dress.
The girl pushed Chris’ dress higher until white panties became visible. She pushed the dress higher still. Now, Chris raised her hips and let Traci slide the dress up to her waist.
With fingers barely touching the skin, Traci gradually pulled the panties down. Fearful that the woman may shy away from an aggressive approach, Traci was calm. A neatly trimmed patch of hair covered Chris’ pussy. The girl stared at it as she removed the panties.
Chris gazed down at the young girl undressing her. The cool air hitting her pussy just added to the sensations she was feeling. She urgently wanted the girl to satisfy her. And she wanted to satisfy the girl she was growing to love.
Traci stood, grabbed the bottom of Chris’ dress and pulled it up. The woman’s stomach was flat and well toned. Her waist and hips looked smooth in the dim light. Soon, a white bra came into view and Chris took hold of the dress. With one quick motion, it was up and over her head.
“Let me,” Chris said softly to Traci. She reached behind her back and unfastened the bra. While leaning back onto the bed, she slid it down her arms and tossed it onto the floor.
Traci looked at the full breasts filling the woman’s chest. The nipples were erect and bright pink in contrast to the dark areolas. She couldn’t wait to taste them…and didn’t.
Traci’s mouth fell onto Chris’ left breast, engulfing the nipple and as much breast as her mouth could take. With her hand pushing the breast upward, Traci sucked and licked the end of the breast eagerly.
Chris moaned softly and pushed the girl’s head harder onto her chest. Traci’s tongue worked the nipple roughly, causing more moans from the naked woman.
“I want you Traci. I want you so badly,” Chris said.
Traci looked up at her. “I want you first. I want you to cum for me.”
With that, Traci reached under the woman and pulled out the scarf.
“Put your hands over your head, babe,” Traci said.
Chris submitted and Traci told her to scoot up. Straddling the woman, she wrapped the scarf tightly around Chris’ wrists, then tied the scarf to the headboard.
“Now relax and let me take over.”
Traci, still straddling Chris, reached back and took off her shoes, throwing them onto the floor. Her hands moved to her blouse and deliberately unbuttoned it. Traci’s breasts appeared bit by bit, tempting the woman below. When Traci pulled the blouse out of her pants and opened the final button, all but the outside of the breasts were in view.
The girl edged the blouse off her shoulders, letting it fall behind her onto the bed and Chris’ bare legs. Traci waited a few seconds before swiping it onto the floor. Then she took off the lacy bra.
Chris looked at another woman’s breasts for the first time in a sexual setting. She wanted them. She knew she was going to have them.
Traci put her hands beside Chris’ body and lowered her breasts to the woman’s face. Moving just slightly, Traci positioned her right nipple above Chris’ mouth. Without having to be told, Chris lifted herself and wrapped her lips around the nipple. As she sucked, Traci fell farther onto the bed. Chris opened her mouth and accepted a large portion of the girl’s breast.
Traci heard the sucking and licking and devouring. She also felt it, clear down to her pussy. She ached for this woman’s mouth all over her.
Chris moaned mournfully when Traci pulled back up. This time it was to unbutton her pants and pull them down. Sitting on the side of the bed, she dragged the pants over her feet. Afterwards, she stood and let Chris watch her remove her panties.
“You are SO beautiful, Traci,” Chris said.
Traci smiled, then leaned over and kissed her “captive” passionately.
“You are, too, and I’m going to show you how good a woman can make you feel.”
The girl climbed back up on the bed and almost threw herself onto Chris’ breasts. Impatiently, Traci sucked on both breasts until the ends shined with moisture even in the faint light of the bedroom.
She licked Chris’ navel and waist. She licked her hips and inside her thighs. When Chris arched her back, she licked the opening to her cunt. The woman cried with pleasure as Traci’s tongue slid up and hit her clit. The sweet fluid overwhelmed Traci with lust.
She buried her mouth around the clit and sucked frantically. Chris writhed with delight, feeling the tongue flick back and forth across her engorged clit. The more Traci sucked, the higher Chris’ body rose off the bed. The girl placed her hands under Chris’ ass and squeezed.
The woman pressed her legs more tightly around Traci’s head, then released them and spread. With that, Traci began alternating between the clit and inserting her tongue deep inside Chris’ cunt. It only took a few more minutes and Chris was on the verge of an orgasm she never believed she’d have.
“Oh, God. Traci. Traci. I’m cumming,” she cried.
“C’mon, babe. That’s it,” Traci urged.
“Yes. Now. Yes.”
Chris tugged hard against the scarf, at the same time pushing her body against Traci’s mouth. The orgasm struck her hard and fast. Her whole body trembled before releasing in a burst of energy. She pumped her hips up and down, with Traci holding on for dear life.
Traci licked at anything that hit her mouth, attempting without total success to remain on the clit. Orgasm after orgasm rushed through Chris’ body. She tried to keep her cries to a minimum, but the satisfaction she was feeling could not be contained. Some words, some sounds escaped her. The orgasms kept coming.
Tears ran down Chris’ cheeks when she fell back to the bed. Traci continued licking as Chris tried to pull away.
Chris half laughed, half cried. “Please. Stop. Traci, stop.”
Traci stopped, laying her head on the woman’s thighs. They rested together for a moment.
“My God, Traci. That was wonderful.”
The girl kissed Chris’ leg. Then bit it softly, enjoying the soft, smooth skin in her mouth.
“Come up here so I can kiss you,” Chris begged.
Traci slid up and lay on top of Chris. With their breasts pressed hard against each other, they kissed passionately. Chris wrapped her legs around Traci.
“Untie me, please,” Chris said. “I want to feel you.”
Traci undid the knot on the headboard and loosened the scarf around Chris’ wrists. The women lay side by side, kissing and caressing each other’s bodies.
Chris’ hand worked its way down to Traci’s hip, then slid inside her thigh. When it hit the bottom of the girl’s pussy, Traci opened her legs. A finger ran up between the moist folds of skin and found her clit. Traci exhaled a sigh of approval.
Chris rolled over, causing Traci to lay on her back. The older woman moved down until her mouth was on Traci’s breast, her hand continuing to massage Traci’s clit.
“Oh, yes. Just like that,” Traci murmured.
She held the woman’s head tight against her breast, feeling the tongue work on her nipple. Chris’ finger now moved down and felt for the wetness of Traci’s vagina. Slowly it entered the girl. Farther. Rubbing against her g-spot, sending ripples of excitement through her.
Chris started fucking Traci with her finger. Then two. Traci moaned as the pace quickened.
“My clit. Rub my clit, Chris.”
The woman complied with the softly spoken request. As soon as the finger hit the clit, Traci arched her back and cried out. She had waited for this for a long time and it didn’t take long for her body to respond.
Traci’s first orgasm caused her entire body to shake. Then, Chris urged her on and the orgasms came in bunches. Traci began fucking the hand between her legs with hips rising and falling rapidly. The harder Chris pressed down on her breasts the more Traci came.
At last, Traci was able to lean back on the bed, her body drained. Chris looked down on the exquisite figure-the breasts, the waist and the legs, still spread apart invitingly.
“You’ve done this before,” Traci said.
“Never. But, I’d like to do it more.”
“Make sure you bring your scarf,” the girl said with a smile.
The women dressed and, after one last hug and kiss, left the room quietly and headed back to the party.
Christine Brewer was a 29-year-old accountant at ACR, Inc., a small but growing computer software company. She was attractive, competent, shy and six years into a bad marriage. Her 5’7” shapely frame, layered light brown hair and arresting green eyes had caused many men in the company to look twice at her.
But, she was rarely known to say more than “Hi” to anyone other than her boss. Chris, as everyone called her, was an enigma.
Traci Conway couldn’t be any farther on the opposite end of the spectrum than Chris. Outspoken, forward and direct was Traci’s approach to life. At 23, she was the youngest computer tech at the company. The only thing she did better than work on computers was flirt.
At the moment she was on her way to a senior accountant’s office. Something about a network connection. Ten minutes later she emerged from the office, cheeks flushed from something the man had said.
As Traci walked between the cubicles, she caught Chris’ eye and headed her way.
“Hey, Chris. How are you?” Traci asked enthusiastically.
“Fine, Traci. Haven’t seen you in ages.”
“Oh, they’ve got me doing just about everything now,” Traci said, leaning against the wall of Chris’ cubicle. “How have you been?”
“OK. Trying to finish Christmas shopping more than anything,” Chris said with a shrug.
“I was thinking of heading over to the mall at lunch.”
Traci nodded. Chris paused for a second. Then, to Traci’s surprise, Chris added, “Why don’t you come with me.”
The younger girl’s hazel eyes shined. “I’d love to. That’ll be fun.”
They made arrangements to meet at noon. Both women were happy with the unanticipated plans and were anxious for lunchtime to arrive. At quarter to twelve, Chris headed for the ladies room. She touched up her makeup and caught herself checking the line of her body under her dress.
“Hey, you’re going to lunch, not the prom,” she told herself. But, she looked forward to the companionship.
The women drove the short distance to the mall with Traci doing most of the talking. Although Traci was single and couldn’t trade family stories, they found enough job related gossip to keep them both happy.
Once inside the mall, Chris took charge and chose a large clothing store as the first stop. They both tried on winter coats that exceeded their winter clothing budgets. More “wish list” items were found in the sweater department.
“Oh, look at these,” Chris said as they walked passed a scarf display. She ran her fingers over a brightly colored scarf with thick stripes. “I loved scarves when I was a kid.”
Traci picked one up and let it fall open. Then she lifted it and swung it around Chris’ neck, sliding it under the collar of Chris’ big coat. With one more toss, the scarf fell over the woman’s back, while another end hung in front. Traci gently adjusted it.
A chill went down Chris’ back as the girl finished. The simple touch of another person had made her heart jump. The perfumed scent of this young woman, her smile, her eyes, engrossed her.
“There. You look really, really cute in that, Chris,” Traci was saying with sincerity.
Chris blushed. She put her hands on the soft material, feeling the warmth building around her neck. She looked down at the display.
“I can’t even afford these.” The words were filled with melancholy. She started removing the scarf. “We’re so far in credit card debt…” The words hung in mid air.
Traci saw the dejection in the woman’s face.
“Well, maybe Santa,” was all Traci could think of saying.
Chris smiled. “Yeah. Maybe.”
They shopped for another half hour, then ate salads in the food court. When they got back to the office, both women expressed their thanks to the other for going. They agreed to do it again soon.
Later that afternoon they crossed paths once more. This time, it was Chris who initiated the conversation.
“Traci, you’re going to the Christmas party aren’t you?” It was as much a request as a question.
“Sure,” Traci said. “Wouldn’t miss it. You going?”
“Yep. Just wanted to make sure I’d have at least one person to talk to.”
“I’ll look for you. I’ve heard Mr. Kent has quite a mansion. I’m excited to see it,” Traci said.
“Oh, it’s fabulous. And I doubt if I’ve seen half of it,” Chris answered. Kenneth Kent owned ACR, Inc. and showed off his house each year in the form of a holiday party. It was one of those affairs where stories for the following year were produced by free flowing liquor.
Two days later, on the Friday before Christmas and the day before the big party, Traci wound her way through the maze of cubicles until reaching the accounting department. Approaching Chris’ desk silently from behind, she crept forward and placed a brightly wrapped box on the woman’s lap.
Chris jumped and made an unidentifiable sound of surprise.
“Ho, ho, ho,” Traci said in the deepest voice she could muster.
“What…,” Chris said while turning. “Oh, Traci.”
“Merry Christmas,” Traci said smiling.
Chris picked up the package and stared at it.
“What’s this?”
“It’s yours. From me. Open it, open it,” Traci said with excitement.
“But, I…”
“Open it,” Traci ordered.
Chris’ fingers nervously pulled open the paper wrapping. Inside was a thin, rectangular white box. She lifted off the top of the box and pushed aside the tissue paper.
“Oh, my God. Traci. No,” Chris said softly.
She lifted the colorful scarf from the box.
“Promise me you’ll wear it tomorrow to the party,” Traci said.
Chris stood up and wrapped her arms around Traci, holding the scarf tightly in one hand.
“Thank you,” Chris said almost in a whisper. Traci heard her sniffle quietly. “You shouldn’t have. I can’t…I…”
“Don’t worry,” Traci said, leaning her head back so she could look at the other woman. “Just enjoy it.”
Tears formed in Chris’ eyes. She turned around before they fell and placed the scarf in the box. She faced Traci once more and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
“Thank you.”
“My pleasure. Now, I’ve gotta go,” Traci said. “See you tomorrow night?”
“Absolutely.” Chris tried to smile but her emotions made it difficult. She watched the girl gracefully walk away, wishing she didn’t have to go.
The following evening, Chris showered and dressed, having decided on a red sleeveless dress that she normally considered too tight and too short. But, something told her it would be all right tonight. Her husband, as usual, had opted not to attend. If she could escape with as little verbal abuse about her wardrobe as possible, she’d be home free.
She pulled on her coat and wrapped the scarf around her neck. Luckily, the game was close enough to take her husband’s full attention and she yelled “Goodbye” as the door was closing behind her.
Across town, Traci was shuffling through a closet full of outfits. Eventually, the combination of a sheer pink blouse and black pants won out. Traci especially liked this blouse because the first button didn’t appear until you drew an imaginary line from one nipple to the other. Matching red bra and panties, both lacy and small, finished the festive motif.
She found the Kent mansion with only one wrong turn, which she blamed on the directions given her by a coworker. The imposing house and surrounding estate looked like something off a Christmas postcard as she drove in. She parked and walked past huge pines that appeared to be decorated and lit by Disney staff.
Immediately upon knocking at the entrance, the double wood doors swung open and an elegantly suited man welcomed her. The man took her coat and directed her to the refreshments.
Traci looked up at the magnificent chandelier hanging in the foyer. Hallways seemed to lead in all directions. A winding staircase caused her eyes to wander upward to another floor of balconies and halls. The subdued sound of voices drew her into the house.
As she entered what must have served as the formal dining room, she saw a long table of hors d’oeuvres encircled by guests. Two or three of them called out her name in unison. Traci smiled at each one, trying desperately to get the names correct. She placed three huge shrimp on a plate, added some sauce and accepted compliments on her outfit with appropriate shyness. Several pieces of cheese finished the plate and she exited by the door opposite from where she came in.
She entered a much larger, darker room that she took as the library. A roaring fire-with real wood logs-blazed on one wall.
“Traci, glad you made it,” came a male voice from her side.
She turned to see the VP for Accounting. “Oh, hi Mr. Clark.”
“Christine was asking about you earlier. I’ve lost her now.” Clark looked around the room.
“OK, thanks. I’ll run into her eventually, I’m sure,” Traci said. “Where are the drinks?”
“Off the kitchen. Through there.” The man pointed to a nearby door.
“Great. Good seeing you.”
“You too,” Clark said.
The blouse was working, Traci said to herself. That was two men so far that had made less eye contact than cleavage contact.
She wound her way through the crowd and into the adjoining room. Sure enough, there was a bar being tended by two more men in tuxedos. Traci ordered a glass of wine and exchanged welcomes with other guests. The tall, thin glass of wine arrived and Traci excused herself to yet another massive room.
Through the swarm of people she picked out the head of a brunette in a red dress. The streaked, layered hair falling to the shoulders could only belong to one woman at ACR, Inc. The dress, however, came as a surprise to her.
Chris was talking to another female guest as Traci approached from behind her.
“Hey, Traci. Hi,” the woman said.
Chris spun around, an empty glass in her hand and a wide smile on her face.
“Hi,” Traci said, her eyes meeting Chris’. “What a place.”
“I told you,” Chris said. “I’m really glad you came.”
“Me, too. And I’ve been to the food and bar once.”
The other woman, an administrative assistant that Traci didn’t know well, offered to get Chris another drink. Chris accepted. First, because she wanted another glass of wine and, two, it would leave her alone with Traci.
“You look HOT in that dress,” Traci said, admiring Chris’ long body.
“Thanks.” Chris’ face was turning the same shade as the dress. “As usual, you look marvelous.” Chris ran her fingers up the sleeve of Traci’s blouse.
They chatted for a minute before another drink was delivered to Chris. Soon after that, they tactfully separated themselves and wandered into a less crowded area of the house.
Fortunately, they found an unoccupied sofa that they could sit at. This was particularly useful for Chris, who was not used to as much wine as she had already consumed. For whatever reason, she was far more talkative than Traci had ever known her to be.
Before long, the conversation turned to men.
“Will you ever get married, Traci?” Chris asked.
Traci looked at her carefully. “Is that a question or a warning?”
Chris laughed. “Both. Sometimes I wonder why I did.”
“Because you loved him,” Traci said. “But things can change.”
“No kidding.”
Traci looked at her drink. “I’ve never found a man worth marrying.”
Chris was looking at the girl next to her. Looking at her blonde hair, her sharp facial features, her long neck and smooth skin. She was looking at the hint of a red bra supporting young, firm breasts under a silky blouse.
Traci looked up, startling her friend.
“Would you do it differently?” Traci asked.
“Do WHAT differently?”
There was silence. “Not get married.”
Now Chris looked away. She fixed her eyes on the slender, crossed legs extending from under her dress. “Sometimes…sometimes I think I…well, that I like…God, Traci.”
The younger girl put her hand on Chris’ leg.
“What, Chris.”
“That I like other women more than my husband.” Chris said it in a whisper, although nobody was close to them. Her eyes were moist and narrow.
Traci didn’t flinch. Instead, she leaned closer to Chris’ ear, her hand still on the woman’s leg. “There’s only one way to find out.”
Traci leaned back and took a sip of her drink. Her tongue licked both lips in a small circle. Chris thought she was going to melt on the sofa.
“Did you wear your scarf?” Traci asked her stunned companion.
“Uh, yes. Of course.” Chris looked confused.
“Let’s go find it.”
Traci grabbed Chris’ hand and lifted her off the sofa. They walked into a hallway and turned toward the front door. Just before reaching the door, the man in the tux asked if they were ready for their coats.
“No. Just this lady’s scarf, please,” Traci said with her most enticing smile.
As the man disappeared, Chris asked, “What are you doing?”
Be quiet,” Traci said in her softest voice.
The man returned quickly with the bright garment. Traci took it and thanked him. Then she turned towards the spiral staircase with Chris in tow.
“Traci. What the…”
They were headed up the stairs. Chris nearly had to run to keep up. When they reached the top, Traci looked in both directions. She grabbed Chris’ hand again and took off down the dark hall. They passed one closed door, then another. Finally, Traci stopped and peered inside an open doorway.
“In here.”
They strode gingerly into the dark, empty bedroom. Traci closed the door behind them and locked it.
Both women caught their breath. As Traci faced Chris, she threw the scarf onto the bed behind Chris. Then she stood inches in front of the other woman and put her hands on the sides of Chris’ face. Chris was frozen.
Slowly, Traci moved forward until their lips touched. Traci’s tongue followed the curve of Chris’ mouth. Little by little, Chris’ mouth opened. Traci tasted the wine, the woman.
Their tongues met. After that, everything was pretty much a blur for Chris. She felt a hand at the back of her head. She felt her mouth and Traci’s mouth lock together. She felt tongues colliding. She felt a warmth between her legs she had never felt before.
They fell onto the bed. Hands were everywhere. Traci was aware of hands on her breasts, waist, hips and ass. Her own hands traced the curves of Chris’ body from neck to thighs.
Their kiss was loving and forceful. Chris’ new feelings toward her friend came flooding out, aided by a little wine. Traci was going to take her somewhere different and she was going to do it tonight.
Traci lifted her head and slid down Chris’ body. Her mouth brushed across the woman’s breasts, feeling the nipples through the dress. She went lower. Traci’s hands slid across Chris’ stomach. Lower.
Traci slid off the bed. She followed Chris’ long legs until getting to her shoes. She flipped them off and then proceeded back up the woman’s legs. Past her knees. Feeling the inside of her thighs until reaching the bottom of her dress.
The girl pushed Chris’ dress higher until white panties became visible. She pushed the dress higher still. Now, Chris raised her hips and let Traci slide the dress up to her waist.
With fingers barely touching the skin, Traci gradually pulled the panties down. Fearful that the woman may shy away from an aggressive approach, Traci was calm. A neatly trimmed patch of hair covered Chris’ pussy. The girl stared at it as she removed the panties.
Chris gazed down at the young girl undressing her. The cool air hitting her pussy just added to the sensations she was feeling. She urgently wanted the girl to satisfy her. And she wanted to satisfy the girl she was growing to love.
Traci stood, grabbed the bottom of Chris’ dress and pulled it up. The woman’s stomach was flat and well toned. Her waist and hips looked smooth in the dim light. Soon, a white bra came into view and Chris took hold of the dress. With one quick motion, it was up and over her head.
“Let me,” Chris said softly to Traci. She reached behind her back and unfastened the bra. While leaning back onto the bed, she slid it down her arms and tossed it onto the floor.
Traci looked at the full breasts filling the woman’s chest. The nipples were erect and bright pink in contrast to the dark areolas. She couldn’t wait to taste them…and didn’t.
Traci’s mouth fell onto Chris’ left breast, engulfing the nipple and as much breast as her mouth could take. With her hand pushing the breast upward, Traci sucked and licked the end of the breast eagerly.
Chris moaned softly and pushed the girl’s head harder onto her chest. Traci’s tongue worked the nipple roughly, causing more moans from the naked woman.
“I want you Traci. I want you so badly,” Chris said.
Traci looked up at her. “I want you first. I want you to cum for me.”
With that, Traci reached under the woman and pulled out the scarf.
“Put your hands over your head, babe,” Traci said.
Chris submitted and Traci told her to scoot up. Straddling the woman, she wrapped the scarf tightly around Chris’ wrists, then tied the scarf to the headboard.
“Now relax and let me take over.”
Traci, still straddling Chris, reached back and took off her shoes, throwing them onto the floor. Her hands moved to her blouse and deliberately unbuttoned it. Traci’s breasts appeared bit by bit, tempting the woman below. When Traci pulled the blouse out of her pants and opened the final button, all but the outside of the breasts were in view.
The girl edged the blouse off her shoulders, letting it fall behind her onto the bed and Chris’ bare legs. Traci waited a few seconds before swiping it onto the floor. Then she took off the lacy bra.
Chris looked at another woman’s breasts for the first time in a sexual setting. She wanted them. She knew she was going to have them.
Traci put her hands beside Chris’ body and lowered her breasts to the woman’s face. Moving just slightly, Traci positioned her right nipple above Chris’ mouth. Without having to be told, Chris lifted herself and wrapped her lips around the nipple. As she sucked, Traci fell farther onto the bed. Chris opened her mouth and accepted a large portion of the girl’s breast.
Traci heard the sucking and licking and devouring. She also felt it, clear down to her pussy. She ached for this woman’s mouth all over her.
Chris moaned mournfully when Traci pulled back up. This time it was to unbutton her pants and pull them down. Sitting on the side of the bed, she dragged the pants over her feet. Afterwards, she stood and let Chris watch her remove her panties.
“You are SO beautiful, Traci,” Chris said.
Traci smiled, then leaned over and kissed her “captive” passionately.
“You are, too, and I’m going to show you how good a woman can make you feel.”
The girl climbed back up on the bed and almost threw herself onto Chris’ breasts. Impatiently, Traci sucked on both breasts until the ends shined with moisture even in the faint light of the bedroom.
She licked Chris’ navel and waist. She licked her hips and inside her thighs. When Chris arched her back, she licked the opening to her cunt. The woman cried with pleasure as Traci’s tongue slid up and hit her clit. The sweet fluid overwhelmed Traci with lust.
She buried her mouth around the clit and sucked frantically. Chris writhed with delight, feeling the tongue flick back and forth across her engorged clit. The more Traci sucked, the higher Chris’ body rose off the bed. The girl placed her hands under Chris’ ass and squeezed.
The woman pressed her legs more tightly around Traci’s head, then released them and spread. With that, Traci began alternating between the clit and inserting her tongue deep inside Chris’ cunt. It only took a few more minutes and Chris was on the verge of an orgasm she never believed she’d have.
“Oh, God. Traci. Traci. I’m cumming,” she cried.
“C’mon, babe. That’s it,” Traci urged.
“Yes. Now. Yes.”
Chris tugged hard against the scarf, at the same time pushing her body against Traci’s mouth. The orgasm struck her hard and fast. Her whole body trembled before releasing in a burst of energy. She pumped her hips up and down, with Traci holding on for dear life.
Traci licked at anything that hit her mouth, attempting without total success to remain on the clit. Orgasm after orgasm rushed through Chris’ body. She tried to keep her cries to a minimum, but the satisfaction she was feeling could not be contained. Some words, some sounds escaped her. The orgasms kept coming.
Tears ran down Chris’ cheeks when she fell back to the bed. Traci continued licking as Chris tried to pull away.
Chris half laughed, half cried. “Please. Stop. Traci, stop.”
Traci stopped, laying her head on the woman’s thighs. They rested together for a moment.
“My God, Traci. That was wonderful.”
The girl kissed Chris’ leg. Then bit it softly, enjoying the soft, smooth skin in her mouth.
“Come up here so I can kiss you,” Chris begged.
Traci slid up and lay on top of Chris. With their breasts pressed hard against each other, they kissed passionately. Chris wrapped her legs around Traci.
“Untie me, please,” Chris said. “I want to feel you.”
Traci undid the knot on the headboard and loosened the scarf around Chris’ wrists. The women lay side by side, kissing and caressing each other’s bodies.
Chris’ hand worked its way down to Traci’s hip, then slid inside her thigh. When it hit the bottom of the girl’s pussy, Traci opened her legs. A finger ran up between the moist folds of skin and found her clit. Traci exhaled a sigh of approval.
Chris rolled over, causing Traci to lay on her back. The older woman moved down until her mouth was on Traci’s breast, her hand continuing to massage Traci’s clit.
“Oh, yes. Just like that,” Traci murmured.
She held the woman’s head tight against her breast, feeling the tongue work on her nipple. Chris’ finger now moved down and felt for the wetness of Traci’s vagina. Slowly it entered the girl. Farther. Rubbing against her g-spot, sending ripples of excitement through her.
Chris started fucking Traci with her finger. Then two. Traci moaned as the pace quickened.
“My clit. Rub my clit, Chris.”
The woman complied with the softly spoken request. As soon as the finger hit the clit, Traci arched her back and cried out. She had waited for this for a long time and it didn’t take long for her body to respond.
Traci’s first orgasm caused her entire body to shake. Then, Chris urged her on and the orgasms came in bunches. Traci began fucking the hand between her legs with hips rising and falling rapidly. The harder Chris pressed down on her breasts the more Traci came.
At last, Traci was able to lean back on the bed, her body drained. Chris looked down on the exquisite figure-the breasts, the waist and the legs, still spread apart invitingly.
“You’ve done this before,” Traci said.
“Never. But, I’d like to do it more.”
“Make sure you bring your scarf,” the girl said with a smile.
The women dressed and, after one last hug and kiss, left the room quietly and headed back to the party.
The Second Honeymoon Day 02
Peter awoke first that next morning with Sandra in his arms, both of them entangled in the soft bed sheets. He laid there holding her listening to her breathe and his mind started to recall the events of their first day on their second honeymoon. How incredible sexy she was sucking on those huge black cocks while he could do nothing but watch, then how they made love when they got back to their room.
All the love and lust and passion for one another rolled into one night. To him it felt like he just had some affair with a complete stranger. It was hard to believe that his wife of ten years would act like such a slut. It was a complete turn on for Peter.
He remembers opening the door to their room after returning from the boat ride, how they embraced in the sexiest kiss he ever felt from her, they way they tugged and stripped off their clothes from on another. But what he remembers most is they way she talked. It drove him wild, when she said she needed his cock in her mouth and how she wanted to be his slut. How she would do anything to please her man. And when he was making love to her doggy style how she screamed out, "Baby you feel so huge!" and "Oh honey I need another cock!" and "fuck me harder baby!!, I can feel your balls" and finally "baby, cum all over your sluts back ohhh yesssss!!!".
Then he remembers what they talked about after. Telling each other all their fantasies that they kept from each other all these years. Sandra confessing that she would do anything with him. Peter wanted to say anything too, but he had some limitations. He told her how he just wants to see her in complete ecstasy. Pleasing her with another man or woman, but he made sure she understood that for now, while they were away on vacation, she would dress and behave like a wild slut for him. That would be his biggest turn on.
He remembered that look in her eye after he spoke those words. It sent a shiver through both of them. And they finished the night of lovemaking with her on top of him...guiding his gorgeous huge cock into her lovely tight ass, she rode him for so long while sucking his fingers, looking deep in each others eyes, till they both came and she collapsed on him.
After they both showered and dressed they found a little quaint place for breakfast. They both were starving and ordered their meals right away. There were some very long pauses in between there conversations while they sat their and starred into each others eyes. Like it was their first date.
She looked so good sitting there in those short, tight cut off jeans and the white tank top pushing up her huge tits to show off her incredible cleavage. Not to mention the shoes with the three inch heels that Peter like to call "fuck-me shoes". And they way she did her make-up made her look younger. The dark colors around her eyes made her look so slutty.
Peter noticed a couple of men making eye contact with her and he just smiled at her, they both loved the attention she was getting.
After breakfast they both agreed to go shopping and pick up some more provocative clothing for her.
She drove him crazy trying on different outfits. It took a lot of strength to hold back and not attack her in the dressing rooms. She bought outfits that girls ten to fifteen years younger were wearing. They made her feel incredibly sexy. By the end of the day she had a handful of bags with enough outfits to drive Peter crazy for the rest of the week.
The rest of the day they walked around town arm in arm. Peter caressing different parts of Sandra where ever they went. He would lightly slide his finger tips up and down her arm, then her back and when he thought no one would notice, gently caress her perfectly shaped ass in those tight cut off blue jeans.
He knew she loved that and would give him that naughty look that would arouse him. He would stop right on the sidewalk and pull her close softly kissing her lips and coaxing her lips to open and they would kiss like new lovers do when they first meet. No one would believe that they have been married for ten years.
When they arrived back at their room they Peter made some drinks and they stood out on the balcony looking out over the water. Peter proposed a toast, raised his glass to hers and said "here is to new beginnings" their glassed chimed and their eyes met. Sandra gave him that slutty look again that made him melt. He put his arm around her and she raised her glass towards the marina and said "and here is to our new friends on the boat".
He told her again how hot she looked with those huge black cocks in her mouth and if she ever wanted to do that again he was all for it. She blushed a little and reminded him she would do anything for him "anything" she said. He took her glass and placed it on the table right next to hers and all he could say was "ohhhh baby!" He then began to seduce her right on the balcony again.
He peeled those tight shorts off in no time and leaving that white tank top on, man handling her tits. He began to make love to her on her back. Holding her hands down next to her head. She drove him crazy telling him to fuck her "harder and harder,faster and faster" and how she would love to suck another cock again.
He went absolutely wild fucking her harder than ever before. Thrusting into her as she wrapped her legs around him digging those "fuck me shoes" into his back. He was about to cum and she told him she was coming too, she grabbed him by the hair with both hands and let out a sexy moan driving him wild, making him fuck her harder.
Her body shivered and shook and he could not hold back any longer and with one more hard thrust his long hard cock throbbed inside her gorgeous pussy and pumped is hot seed into her warmth. Their fingers entangled on each side of her head and she squeezed his hands tightly and told him in that sexy raspy voice that he was just incredible.
He smiled and just looked into her eyes and told her "its all about you baby, you drive me so wild". They sat up and sipped their drinks and looked out at the marina.
They both were watching Larry and James prepare the next riders to go Para-sailing. (The same two men who Sandra seduced while her husband watched while Peter was sailing above the boat helplessly.
Peter wondered if she was thinking the same thing. Should he just ask her? Right then he knew what he needed to do. He would wait to talk about them, at least till the time was right.
They enjoyed a few more drinks before deciding where to go for dinner. She could not wait to try on the newest hot outfit, and he could not wait for her to hit the shower so he could make a call, the call that would later surprise her. She was his slut now and he was scheming the event for this evening.
She came out of the bathroom and he almost did not recognize her. She looked ten years younger and like one of those sluts he was used to seeing in the porn movies. She had on the shortest black skirt with a black shirt that clung to her perfectly shaped huge breasts.
Her nipples stood right out making it hard for Peter to look into her eyes when he told her she looked "sooooooooo fucking good". She had on another pair of "fuck me shoes", this time higher, making it difficult for her to walk and when she did, her ass swayed back and forth . Her hair and her make-up were perfect for a slutty wife about to hit the town.
Peter loved it. She looked like a hooker. He has wanted her to dress like that for so long.
He walked over to her and she teasingly held him away telling him if he starts again they will never leave the room for the rest of the week. He laughed and told her she was right. He told her he had a place in mind for dinner and then for the first time in ten years he told her he was taking her dancing.
Peter hated to dance but this was a new beginning. Sandra loved dancing and he had neglected for so long to take her any where to dance.
In the back of her mind she was going fishing, fishing for action. She would love to bring back someone to join the two of them. She was ready for anything that the night would bring, a threesome, a foursome with another couple. She knew he was fishing too but he was the kind of person that did not plan things. He just waited for things to happen.
She was different that way. Dressing like this she knew she was going to catch something. She felt so sexy and confident and with the couple of drinks in her blood system she was feeling very bold.
At the restaurant their feet flirted under the table and she would tease him while she ate. While bringing each piece of food to her mouth with the fork her tongue met it, gently tasted it, then she would slowly wrap her sexy red lips around it then slowly slip the fork out giving him that naughty look that drove him crazy. He sat there enjoying it smiling, and thinking to himself how she was going to enjoy her surprise.
Every man in the place could not keep their eyes off her. Sandra and Peter could feel there eyes feasting on her. That and the red wine she was sipping made her incredibly horny.
She slipped one foot out of her shoe and slid it right up Peters leg and placed it right in his lap, and began to tease his already semi hard cock. She could feel that long gorgeous cock began to grow against her foot. They could barely keep a conversation going. She loved teasing him that way. It was one of the only ways to keep Peter speechless.
They finished dinner and walked up the street and he told her about this bar he wanted to take her to where they could dance. She was happy to hear him interested in dancing because she was in the mood to show off her body in this outfit. Sandra thought, maybe it would haul in a gorgeous man or woman, or both they could bring back to the room.
Peter was glad to get there way ahead of schedule and they found two of the last stools at the already crowded bar. The dance floor was already packed and he told her he just need a little vodka to get him ready, well maybe more than a little since he always felt self conscious around big crowds.
After the second drink the right song came around and they were off. She was impressed the way he moved on his feet. And he could not believe how sexy she looked moving around in her tight out fit and those "fuck me shoes". They danced looking deeply into each others eyes, she was incredibly sexy they way she looked at him.
After three songs they sat and had another drink. Peter kept looking around to see if his plan had started to come into play. Sandra picked up a conversation with a couple of guys that did not have dates, and she gave them a show holding her shoulders back to show them her cleavage, playing with her gorgeous hair, touching their arms when they would say something funny.
Peter listened with one ear as they gave her plenty of complements. He knew she was loving it but he had bigger fish arriving any minute now. They had another round before the night began to fall into the perfect plan.
There they were, sitting across the bar. Peter raised his glass and gave them a wink. The bartender came over and told Sandra that the two men across the bar told him that the rest of the drinks of the night were on them. She looked over and could not believe her eyes. It was James and Larry from the boat. She looked at Peter and pointed over across the bar. He smiled and whispered in her ear "what a coincidence".
Sandra was quickly loosing interest in what she though might be the catch of the day and kept looking of at those two men, then men that she sucked off in front of her husband the day before. James and Larry both got the hint and made their way around stepping through the crowd, Sandra felt her heart start to pound harder as the two black studs got closer and closer. The both came right up to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek and then shook Peters hand.
The guys that were there first politely faded away into the crowd. And Larry was the first to ask Sandra to dance. It was a slow song and Peter enjoyed seeing him with his huge hands holding hers while the other almost completely covered her back. Peter told James he should be next and Larry past Sandra off to him.
She was so incredibly horny now. Her panties were beginning to get wet. James kept whispering in his deep voice how lovely she looked which drove her wild. The three of them took turns dancing with her. When it was Peter's turn he would tease her and whisper the naughtiest things in her ear. Telling her how good she looked yesterday with their cock in her mouth.
Sandra took matters into her own hands and when she danced with Larry and James the second time she invited them back to the room for drinks. When she told Peter this on the dance floor he pulled her so close and so tight and whispered in her hear "You fucking slut" she looked at him surprisingly and then he pulled her tighter and whispered "I love you baby,lets go"
They drove back in Larry's car and she sat in the back between Peter and James. She immediately started kissing James running her hands and fingers all over his massive muscular body. Peter did the same to her,running his fingertips across those nipples and gently pinching them.
This drove her absolutely wild she could not hold back any more and before Larry pulled in the hotel she had James' belt undone and his gorgeous black cock in her mouth. Peter loved seeing his slutty wife with her head in another mans lap and went wild and soon had his face between her legs under her skirt and kissing that wet pussy through her undies.
Larry soon had the car in the hotel parking lot underneath so they could avoid the elevator at the front lobby. Sandra was going wild sucking James and Peter had to pull her off of him so they all could go up to the room. She just looked at him like a tiger in heat and kissed him so passionately. Larry got out and opened the doors and the whisked her into the elevator. All three of them running their hands all over her heavenly body. She smiled taking turns caressing their huge cocks through their shorts.
Peter slid the card key in the door and Sandra took both Larry and James by the hand and led them right to the bed. Peter walked over to the wet bar and made himself a drink, a very strong drink while Sandra stood on the foot of the bed kissing James and Larry. They where both caressing her ass and tits. and she was just melting.
She helped them take off their shirts showing their muscular chests, she took turns kissing and running her finger around their nipples making them moan deeply.
By the time Peter finished his drink she had dropped to her knees and the guys dropped there shorts and Sandra dropped to her hands and knees and looked at Peter as she took turns slowly sucking the heads of their throbbing black cocks. Larry went wild as she took his entire cock in her mouth, moaning out "ohhhhhhhh you fucking slut" ,
James made the move and got behind her on the bed. He ran his fingers up and down her back while letting he head of his cock slip and slide gently across her undies, then slid his fingers under her skirt and slid her panties down to her knees. She let out such a sexy moan with Larry in her mouth while James huge cock slowly slid up and down her pussy lips.
Peter poured another drink enjoying the show. He loved it when the both where calling her a slut. Sandra was going wild as James slid the head of his cock in and out of her pussy, teasing her madly. Larry's hands held her face gently as he began to fuck her mouth faster. James found the same motion from behind her fill her pussy completely with his massive black cock.
Sandra was in heaven having two massive black cocks inside her. She now told her self she was ready for another. She gently slid her mouth off Larry's cock and looked up at him and told him she wanted him in her ass.
James got the clue and slid out from behind her and slid underneath her. She grabbed a hold of his cock and guided him back into her warm wet pussy where he belonged. Larry got on his knees behind her and gently rubbed his cock around her ass. She was going wild waiting for that gorgeous cock to slip inside her slutty ass.
Larry gently pushed into her sliding just the head in making her scream out in pain turning all three men on. She went into a sort of trance moaning "yes!oh yesss!! ohhhhhh yessss!!!" as they both slid inside her deeper and deeper.
Sandra went completely wild as they both started fucking her, slowly at first then faster and faster, then harder and harder till she screamed out "oh yea!!! just fuck me ohhhh my goddddd just fuck meeeeee ohhhhhhh myyyyyyyyy godddddd!!!"
Peter could not take it any longer. He put his drink down and dropped his shorts, he wanted to be in her mouth. He stepped on the bed and gently grabbed the hair on the back of her head and guided her mouth to his throbbing cock...she reached up and placed her hands on his hips and while Larry and James where fucking her madly she looked up at him "fuck my slutty mouth baby"
Peter gently slid his cock in her mouth and pumped his eight inch rod in and out of her sexy red lips driving her crazy. He felt her finger nails dig into his skin and he knew she was about to cum. She moaned deeply with Peter in her mouth as Larry and James brought her to an incredible orgasm making her body shake and quiver and Sandra let out a moan and scream that Peter never heard before.
They all fucked even harder than before wanting to put her over the edge. Peter was the first to cum and she slid her sexy red lips back to the head of his cock letting him pump every last drop of his cum down her throat. James exploded deep inside her tight warm pussy next making her moan deeper and she screamed out for Larry to cum all over her back. He slipped out just in time making her scream again "oh yesssssss! oh goddddd yesssssssss!!" as he shot his hot load all over her back and sexy ass.
Sandra collapsed onto James' muscular frame and Peter fell back into his chair watching her run her fingers up and down his massive body. Larry sat back against the head board trying to catch his breath as he watched Sandra's hand slide down James' stomach and gently hold his balls, then his cock, stroking it gently. Peter watched as her head slid down kissing James' chest then his stomach...and the three of them could not believe how horny she was.
Sandra brought her face to James semi hard cock, breathed deeply taking in the aroma of her pussy all over his cock, then slowly slid him into her mouth. She loved the feeling of a man growing inside her mouth. Mostly,loved the taste of her pussy all over his cock.
The three men watched as she sucked him like never before. Pumping her head up and down moaning deeply driving James wild She came up for air just long enough to tell him to cum all over her face and she sucked him hungrily,holding his balls gently driving him wild, sliding her lips off his cock just in time to have him explode all over her face.
She let the cum drip down her cheeks and off her chin, back on to James' gorgeous cock. She gave Peter that slutty look again as she ran her tongue up and down James' shaft, tasting his hot cum and scooping it into her warm mouth. She noticed that Peter and Larry were hard again from watching her please James.
Peter could not believe what a perfect slut his wife turned out to be. He crawled across the bed and took her into his arms, he kissed her passionately while his fingertips caressed her huge tits, pinching her nipples gently, the way she likes.
Then Sandra felt the touch of Larry's finger tips running up and down her back, then her shoulders. Then his lips on the back of her neck, then his hands sliding around handling her tits with Peter driving her absolutely wild.
They both took turns pinching her nipples and sliding there tongues into her slutty mouth making her moan around their tongues.
Larry leaned into her making Peter fall back to the bed and Sandra on top of him. She immediately reached down to guide Peter's throbbing cock into her pussy. She slowly let him slide into her while Larry teased her ass with his throbbing manhood.
Sandra and Peter looked deeply into each others eyes as they both felt Larry sliding his cock up against Peters and slid the head of his cock into her pussy.
She had never had two men inside at the same time so it took her breath away and Peter watched her face as Larry slid deeper with each thrust. Sandra slid her fingers into Peters hair and just moaned out "oh Peter! ohhhh baby! oh my god honey!"
Her sexy moaning turned them both on as their huge hard cocks rubbed up against each other filling her completely. They found a rhythm, slow at first, then Larry took total control as his hips began to thrust faster and faster into Sandra. Peter slid his hands back down to her nipples pinching them and driving her wild as Larry held one hand up into her hair and gently pulled on it tilting her head to the ceiling while his other hand held her hip, pulling her back into him as he slammed into her.
Sandra moaned out to them "Oh yes!! Harder!oh my god!!! ohhhhh my god,just fuck me, ohhhhh my god!!!" turning Larry on even more making him pump faster and harder. The motion of Larry pumping in and out made Peter's cock slip out. Sandra wanted him back inside but there was no way she was going to stop Larry, He felt to fucking good! She let her clit slide up and down Peter's shaft as Larry thrust into her driving her mad, moaning"oh Peter! ohhhhh honey! ohhhh Peter, Im gonna cum baby!I'm gonna fucking cum!!! oh my god!!!ohhhhhhhhhhh my god!!!!"
Peter responded "cum baby, cum Sandra ohhhh my god I'm cumming!!!!"
She looked down at Peters cock and he was cumming all over his stomach, driving her wild as she pushed back as hard as she could into Larry as her body shivered and came all over his cock. Larry slid his cock out just as she screamed "ohhhhhhh yessssssss! yesssssssssss!! yesssssssssssssss!!! yesssssssssssssss!!!!"and he came all over her back and her sexy ass.
Sandra collapsed into her husbands arms trying to catch her breath. Peter wrapped his arms around his wife and held her tight. There were no words needed to be spoken. Just soft kisses and caresses as they held each other.
Larry and James got dressed then politely gave her a peck on the cheek before they left. Sandra watched them walk out and thought to her self, she could have fucked them allllll night. Peter squeezed her tight and finally broke the silence telling her "baby, you are so fucking hot."
She made him laugh when she looked at him with those naughty eyes and said "I know,now kiss me baby"
Her face lowered to his and their soft lips melted together as his tongue slid across the top of hers and made love to her warm mouth. She cuddled right beside him as they both dozed off to sleep, both of them dreaming of what was still to come.
THE END
All the love and lust and passion for one another rolled into one night. To him it felt like he just had some affair with a complete stranger. It was hard to believe that his wife of ten years would act like such a slut. It was a complete turn on for Peter.
He remembers opening the door to their room after returning from the boat ride, how they embraced in the sexiest kiss he ever felt from her, they way they tugged and stripped off their clothes from on another. But what he remembers most is they way she talked. It drove him wild, when she said she needed his cock in her mouth and how she wanted to be his slut. How she would do anything to please her man. And when he was making love to her doggy style how she screamed out, "Baby you feel so huge!" and "Oh honey I need another cock!" and "fuck me harder baby!!, I can feel your balls" and finally "baby, cum all over your sluts back ohhh yesssss!!!".
Then he remembers what they talked about after. Telling each other all their fantasies that they kept from each other all these years. Sandra confessing that she would do anything with him. Peter wanted to say anything too, but he had some limitations. He told her how he just wants to see her in complete ecstasy. Pleasing her with another man or woman, but he made sure she understood that for now, while they were away on vacation, she would dress and behave like a wild slut for him. That would be his biggest turn on.
He remembered that look in her eye after he spoke those words. It sent a shiver through both of them. And they finished the night of lovemaking with her on top of him...guiding his gorgeous huge cock into her lovely tight ass, she rode him for so long while sucking his fingers, looking deep in each others eyes, till they both came and she collapsed on him.
After they both showered and dressed they found a little quaint place for breakfast. They both were starving and ordered their meals right away. There were some very long pauses in between there conversations while they sat their and starred into each others eyes. Like it was their first date.
She looked so good sitting there in those short, tight cut off jeans and the white tank top pushing up her huge tits to show off her incredible cleavage. Not to mention the shoes with the three inch heels that Peter like to call "fuck-me shoes". And they way she did her make-up made her look younger. The dark colors around her eyes made her look so slutty.
Peter noticed a couple of men making eye contact with her and he just smiled at her, they both loved the attention she was getting.
After breakfast they both agreed to go shopping and pick up some more provocative clothing for her.
She drove him crazy trying on different outfits. It took a lot of strength to hold back and not attack her in the dressing rooms. She bought outfits that girls ten to fifteen years younger were wearing. They made her feel incredibly sexy. By the end of the day she had a handful of bags with enough outfits to drive Peter crazy for the rest of the week.
The rest of the day they walked around town arm in arm. Peter caressing different parts of Sandra where ever they went. He would lightly slide his finger tips up and down her arm, then her back and when he thought no one would notice, gently caress her perfectly shaped ass in those tight cut off blue jeans.
He knew she loved that and would give him that naughty look that would arouse him. He would stop right on the sidewalk and pull her close softly kissing her lips and coaxing her lips to open and they would kiss like new lovers do when they first meet. No one would believe that they have been married for ten years.
When they arrived back at their room they Peter made some drinks and they stood out on the balcony looking out over the water. Peter proposed a toast, raised his glass to hers and said "here is to new beginnings" their glassed chimed and their eyes met. Sandra gave him that slutty look again that made him melt. He put his arm around her and she raised her glass towards the marina and said "and here is to our new friends on the boat".
He told her again how hot she looked with those huge black cocks in her mouth and if she ever wanted to do that again he was all for it. She blushed a little and reminded him she would do anything for him "anything" she said. He took her glass and placed it on the table right next to hers and all he could say was "ohhhh baby!" He then began to seduce her right on the balcony again.
He peeled those tight shorts off in no time and leaving that white tank top on, man handling her tits. He began to make love to her on her back. Holding her hands down next to her head. She drove him crazy telling him to fuck her "harder and harder,faster and faster" and how she would love to suck another cock again.
He went absolutely wild fucking her harder than ever before. Thrusting into her as she wrapped her legs around him digging those "fuck me shoes" into his back. He was about to cum and she told him she was coming too, she grabbed him by the hair with both hands and let out a sexy moan driving him wild, making him fuck her harder.
Her body shivered and shook and he could not hold back any longer and with one more hard thrust his long hard cock throbbed inside her gorgeous pussy and pumped is hot seed into her warmth. Their fingers entangled on each side of her head and she squeezed his hands tightly and told him in that sexy raspy voice that he was just incredible.
He smiled and just looked into her eyes and told her "its all about you baby, you drive me so wild". They sat up and sipped their drinks and looked out at the marina.
They both were watching Larry and James prepare the next riders to go Para-sailing. (The same two men who Sandra seduced while her husband watched while Peter was sailing above the boat helplessly.
Peter wondered if she was thinking the same thing. Should he just ask her? Right then he knew what he needed to do. He would wait to talk about them, at least till the time was right.
They enjoyed a few more drinks before deciding where to go for dinner. She could not wait to try on the newest hot outfit, and he could not wait for her to hit the shower so he could make a call, the call that would later surprise her. She was his slut now and he was scheming the event for this evening.
She came out of the bathroom and he almost did not recognize her. She looked ten years younger and like one of those sluts he was used to seeing in the porn movies. She had on the shortest black skirt with a black shirt that clung to her perfectly shaped huge breasts.
Her nipples stood right out making it hard for Peter to look into her eyes when he told her she looked "sooooooooo fucking good". She had on another pair of "fuck me shoes", this time higher, making it difficult for her to walk and when she did, her ass swayed back and forth . Her hair and her make-up were perfect for a slutty wife about to hit the town.
Peter loved it. She looked like a hooker. He has wanted her to dress like that for so long.
He walked over to her and she teasingly held him away telling him if he starts again they will never leave the room for the rest of the week. He laughed and told her she was right. He told her he had a place in mind for dinner and then for the first time in ten years he told her he was taking her dancing.
Peter hated to dance but this was a new beginning. Sandra loved dancing and he had neglected for so long to take her any where to dance.
In the back of her mind she was going fishing, fishing for action. She would love to bring back someone to join the two of them. She was ready for anything that the night would bring, a threesome, a foursome with another couple. She knew he was fishing too but he was the kind of person that did not plan things. He just waited for things to happen.
She was different that way. Dressing like this she knew she was going to catch something. She felt so sexy and confident and with the couple of drinks in her blood system she was feeling very bold.
At the restaurant their feet flirted under the table and she would tease him while she ate. While bringing each piece of food to her mouth with the fork her tongue met it, gently tasted it, then she would slowly wrap her sexy red lips around it then slowly slip the fork out giving him that naughty look that drove him crazy. He sat there enjoying it smiling, and thinking to himself how she was going to enjoy her surprise.
Every man in the place could not keep their eyes off her. Sandra and Peter could feel there eyes feasting on her. That and the red wine she was sipping made her incredibly horny.
She slipped one foot out of her shoe and slid it right up Peters leg and placed it right in his lap, and began to tease his already semi hard cock. She could feel that long gorgeous cock began to grow against her foot. They could barely keep a conversation going. She loved teasing him that way. It was one of the only ways to keep Peter speechless.
They finished dinner and walked up the street and he told her about this bar he wanted to take her to where they could dance. She was happy to hear him interested in dancing because she was in the mood to show off her body in this outfit. Sandra thought, maybe it would haul in a gorgeous man or woman, or both they could bring back to the room.
Peter was glad to get there way ahead of schedule and they found two of the last stools at the already crowded bar. The dance floor was already packed and he told her he just need a little vodka to get him ready, well maybe more than a little since he always felt self conscious around big crowds.
After the second drink the right song came around and they were off. She was impressed the way he moved on his feet. And he could not believe how sexy she looked moving around in her tight out fit and those "fuck me shoes". They danced looking deeply into each others eyes, she was incredibly sexy they way she looked at him.
After three songs they sat and had another drink. Peter kept looking around to see if his plan had started to come into play. Sandra picked up a conversation with a couple of guys that did not have dates, and she gave them a show holding her shoulders back to show them her cleavage, playing with her gorgeous hair, touching their arms when they would say something funny.
Peter listened with one ear as they gave her plenty of complements. He knew she was loving it but he had bigger fish arriving any minute now. They had another round before the night began to fall into the perfect plan.
There they were, sitting across the bar. Peter raised his glass and gave them a wink. The bartender came over and told Sandra that the two men across the bar told him that the rest of the drinks of the night were on them. She looked over and could not believe her eyes. It was James and Larry from the boat. She looked at Peter and pointed over across the bar. He smiled and whispered in her ear "what a coincidence".
Sandra was quickly loosing interest in what she though might be the catch of the day and kept looking of at those two men, then men that she sucked off in front of her husband the day before. James and Larry both got the hint and made their way around stepping through the crowd, Sandra felt her heart start to pound harder as the two black studs got closer and closer. The both came right up to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek and then shook Peters hand.
The guys that were there first politely faded away into the crowd. And Larry was the first to ask Sandra to dance. It was a slow song and Peter enjoyed seeing him with his huge hands holding hers while the other almost completely covered her back. Peter told James he should be next and Larry past Sandra off to him.
She was so incredibly horny now. Her panties were beginning to get wet. James kept whispering in his deep voice how lovely she looked which drove her wild. The three of them took turns dancing with her. When it was Peter's turn he would tease her and whisper the naughtiest things in her ear. Telling her how good she looked yesterday with their cock in her mouth.
Sandra took matters into her own hands and when she danced with Larry and James the second time she invited them back to the room for drinks. When she told Peter this on the dance floor he pulled her so close and so tight and whispered in her hear "You fucking slut" she looked at him surprisingly and then he pulled her tighter and whispered "I love you baby,lets go"
They drove back in Larry's car and she sat in the back between Peter and James. She immediately started kissing James running her hands and fingers all over his massive muscular body. Peter did the same to her,running his fingertips across those nipples and gently pinching them.
This drove her absolutely wild she could not hold back any more and before Larry pulled in the hotel she had James' belt undone and his gorgeous black cock in her mouth. Peter loved seeing his slutty wife with her head in another mans lap and went wild and soon had his face between her legs under her skirt and kissing that wet pussy through her undies.
Larry soon had the car in the hotel parking lot underneath so they could avoid the elevator at the front lobby. Sandra was going wild sucking James and Peter had to pull her off of him so they all could go up to the room. She just looked at him like a tiger in heat and kissed him so passionately. Larry got out and opened the doors and the whisked her into the elevator. All three of them running their hands all over her heavenly body. She smiled taking turns caressing their huge cocks through their shorts.
Peter slid the card key in the door and Sandra took both Larry and James by the hand and led them right to the bed. Peter walked over to the wet bar and made himself a drink, a very strong drink while Sandra stood on the foot of the bed kissing James and Larry. They where both caressing her ass and tits. and she was just melting.
She helped them take off their shirts showing their muscular chests, she took turns kissing and running her finger around their nipples making them moan deeply.
By the time Peter finished his drink she had dropped to her knees and the guys dropped there shorts and Sandra dropped to her hands and knees and looked at Peter as she took turns slowly sucking the heads of their throbbing black cocks. Larry went wild as she took his entire cock in her mouth, moaning out "ohhhhhhhh you fucking slut" ,
James made the move and got behind her on the bed. He ran his fingers up and down her back while letting he head of his cock slip and slide gently across her undies, then slid his fingers under her skirt and slid her panties down to her knees. She let out such a sexy moan with Larry in her mouth while James huge cock slowly slid up and down her pussy lips.
Peter poured another drink enjoying the show. He loved it when the both where calling her a slut. Sandra was going wild as James slid the head of his cock in and out of her pussy, teasing her madly. Larry's hands held her face gently as he began to fuck her mouth faster. James found the same motion from behind her fill her pussy completely with his massive black cock.
Sandra was in heaven having two massive black cocks inside her. She now told her self she was ready for another. She gently slid her mouth off Larry's cock and looked up at him and told him she wanted him in her ass.
James got the clue and slid out from behind her and slid underneath her. She grabbed a hold of his cock and guided him back into her warm wet pussy where he belonged. Larry got on his knees behind her and gently rubbed his cock around her ass. She was going wild waiting for that gorgeous cock to slip inside her slutty ass.
Larry gently pushed into her sliding just the head in making her scream out in pain turning all three men on. She went into a sort of trance moaning "yes!oh yesss!! ohhhhhh yessss!!!" as they both slid inside her deeper and deeper.
Sandra went completely wild as they both started fucking her, slowly at first then faster and faster, then harder and harder till she screamed out "oh yea!!! just fuck me ohhhh my goddddd just fuck meeeeee ohhhhhhh myyyyyyyyy godddddd!!!"
Peter could not take it any longer. He put his drink down and dropped his shorts, he wanted to be in her mouth. He stepped on the bed and gently grabbed the hair on the back of her head and guided her mouth to his throbbing cock...she reached up and placed her hands on his hips and while Larry and James where fucking her madly she looked up at him "fuck my slutty mouth baby"
Peter gently slid his cock in her mouth and pumped his eight inch rod in and out of her sexy red lips driving her crazy. He felt her finger nails dig into his skin and he knew she was about to cum. She moaned deeply with Peter in her mouth as Larry and James brought her to an incredible orgasm making her body shake and quiver and Sandra let out a moan and scream that Peter never heard before.
They all fucked even harder than before wanting to put her over the edge. Peter was the first to cum and she slid her sexy red lips back to the head of his cock letting him pump every last drop of his cum down her throat. James exploded deep inside her tight warm pussy next making her moan deeper and she screamed out for Larry to cum all over her back. He slipped out just in time making her scream again "oh yesssssss! oh goddddd yesssssssss!!" as he shot his hot load all over her back and sexy ass.
Sandra collapsed onto James' muscular frame and Peter fell back into his chair watching her run her fingers up and down his massive body. Larry sat back against the head board trying to catch his breath as he watched Sandra's hand slide down James' stomach and gently hold his balls, then his cock, stroking it gently. Peter watched as her head slid down kissing James' chest then his stomach...and the three of them could not believe how horny she was.
Sandra brought her face to James semi hard cock, breathed deeply taking in the aroma of her pussy all over his cock, then slowly slid him into her mouth. She loved the feeling of a man growing inside her mouth. Mostly,loved the taste of her pussy all over his cock.
The three men watched as she sucked him like never before. Pumping her head up and down moaning deeply driving James wild She came up for air just long enough to tell him to cum all over her face and she sucked him hungrily,holding his balls gently driving him wild, sliding her lips off his cock just in time to have him explode all over her face.
She let the cum drip down her cheeks and off her chin, back on to James' gorgeous cock. She gave Peter that slutty look again as she ran her tongue up and down James' shaft, tasting his hot cum and scooping it into her warm mouth. She noticed that Peter and Larry were hard again from watching her please James.
Peter could not believe what a perfect slut his wife turned out to be. He crawled across the bed and took her into his arms, he kissed her passionately while his fingertips caressed her huge tits, pinching her nipples gently, the way she likes.
Then Sandra felt the touch of Larry's finger tips running up and down her back, then her shoulders. Then his lips on the back of her neck, then his hands sliding around handling her tits with Peter driving her absolutely wild.
They both took turns pinching her nipples and sliding there tongues into her slutty mouth making her moan around their tongues.
Larry leaned into her making Peter fall back to the bed and Sandra on top of him. She immediately reached down to guide Peter's throbbing cock into her pussy. She slowly let him slide into her while Larry teased her ass with his throbbing manhood.
Sandra and Peter looked deeply into each others eyes as they both felt Larry sliding his cock up against Peters and slid the head of his cock into her pussy.
She had never had two men inside at the same time so it took her breath away and Peter watched her face as Larry slid deeper with each thrust. Sandra slid her fingers into Peters hair and just moaned out "oh Peter! ohhhh baby! oh my god honey!"
Her sexy moaning turned them both on as their huge hard cocks rubbed up against each other filling her completely. They found a rhythm, slow at first, then Larry took total control as his hips began to thrust faster and faster into Sandra. Peter slid his hands back down to her nipples pinching them and driving her wild as Larry held one hand up into her hair and gently pulled on it tilting her head to the ceiling while his other hand held her hip, pulling her back into him as he slammed into her.
Sandra moaned out to them "Oh yes!! Harder!oh my god!!! ohhhhh my god,just fuck me, ohhhhh my god!!!" turning Larry on even more making him pump faster and harder. The motion of Larry pumping in and out made Peter's cock slip out. Sandra wanted him back inside but there was no way she was going to stop Larry, He felt to fucking good! She let her clit slide up and down Peter's shaft as Larry thrust into her driving her mad, moaning"oh Peter! ohhhhh honey! ohhhh Peter, Im gonna cum baby!I'm gonna fucking cum!!! oh my god!!!ohhhhhhhhhhh my god!!!!"
Peter responded "cum baby, cum Sandra ohhhh my god I'm cumming!!!!"
She looked down at Peters cock and he was cumming all over his stomach, driving her wild as she pushed back as hard as she could into Larry as her body shivered and came all over his cock. Larry slid his cock out just as she screamed "ohhhhhhh yessssssss! yesssssssssss!! yesssssssssssssss!!! yesssssssssssssss!!!!"and he came all over her back and her sexy ass.
Sandra collapsed into her husbands arms trying to catch her breath. Peter wrapped his arms around his wife and held her tight. There were no words needed to be spoken. Just soft kisses and caresses as they held each other.
Larry and James got dressed then politely gave her a peck on the cheek before they left. Sandra watched them walk out and thought to her self, she could have fucked them allllll night. Peter squeezed her tight and finally broke the silence telling her "baby, you are so fucking hot."
She made him laugh when she looked at him with those naughty eyes and said "I know,now kiss me baby"
Her face lowered to his and their soft lips melted together as his tongue slid across the top of hers and made love to her warm mouth. She cuddled right beside him as they both dozed off to sleep, both of them dreaming of what was still to come.
THE END
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