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The door wasn’t locked, so I walked into the private room. (It is one of several rooms you can rent by the hour in this combination ABS/adult theater.)



An older man was sitting on a sofa. He appeared to be nude. His chest and legs were bare. A young, petite woman, with long black hair and a light brown complexion, was lying ever so composed on the couch. Her shoulders rested on his lap.



When I entered, they both looked at me as if I was the 100th guy to audition that night. I quickly smiled at them and said something like hello, trying not to stare at her bald pussy.



Since they did not respond, I went right to it. I pulled down my shorts and stepped out of them. My hairless, semi-erect cock was immediately exposed, since I was not wearing any underwear. I noticed that the woman was now staring at my bald crotch.



Speaking for the couple, the man said, “You don’t waste any time.” We snickered as I removed my t-shirt and approached them.



I knelt down on the floor in front of them; knees spread, and began caressing her body. She had soft, smooth, creamy skin. Her belly was trim and concave. Her breasts were small, but firm.



After a few minutes, the man told her to spread her legs because he wanted me to “eat her pussy.” He also told me to go slow and I did.



Then he slowly eased out from under her and gracefully dropped to the floor along side of me. I could not help but notice is flaccid, thick cock.



Using both of my hands, I gently spread her pussy lips and with little licks traversed the entire length of her pussy – several times. As her body began to react to my stimulation, the man reached over and began fisting my cock.



Enjoying my own stimulation, I sank my tongue deeper into her wet, sweet tasting pussy, only to pull back a moment later, flicking my tongue back and forth across her clit. She moaned and rolled her shoulders each time my tongue touched her clit. Taking my cue, I began gently lapping her clit.



With his free hand, the man reached the area between my balls and anus and oh-so-lightly stroked back and forth with his fingertips. I instinctively rose up a bit to give him better access.



Taking advantage of my encouragement, he slipped a lubed fingertip into my rectum. Although my body slightly quivered at the invasion, my sphincter locked his fingertip like a vice.



I took a deep breath and exhaled a sound that was half sigh, half moan, and relaxed my sphincter. Encouraged again, the man wiggled his finger all the way in. I squirmed as I adjusted to the finger in my rectum.



Soon my head was bobbing up and down as if I was sucking an erect cock, not a woman’s erect clit. I sucked to the rhythm of the in and out as he fucked my ass – now with two fingers. This drove her wild – and me, too. Her clit and my prostate were getting a great, simultaneous workout.



She began to perspire and shudder more frequently as I began to suck her clit even more intensely. As she arched her back and pressed her pussy into my face, I arched my back and pushed my ass down on his fingers, wanting them to go deeper.



She came several times over the next few minutes. Finally, she could take no more and pulled my head so hard against her pubic mound that I couldn’t move.



The man proudly informed me, as he withdrew his hands, that this was the most he had seen her cum and in record time. I was pleased at being able to make her cum like that…her clit had swelled enormously in my mouth.



As she told us that her orgasms were so intense that she thought she was going to pass out, the man smeared a generous amount of lube onto the head of his throbbing cock and walked behind me on his knees. In a moment, he was against my back, rubbing his lubed cockhead over my heavy balls and puckered anus.



She quieted and watched as he eased me up onto all fours, spread my soft cheeks, and slowly, but determinedly pushed his cockhead into my ass. I grunted and looked up into her eyes. They were expressionless. I looked back down at her bald pussy and tried to relax.



When the man felt my sphincter loosen, he began to push his hard, thick shaft in further. I continued to grunt and grabbed hold of her slim thighs for support. This time she warmly smiled at me, reached down, and held my hands.



It only took a few rhythmic motions before he was ass fucking me in earnest. My moans and groans combined with the squeaking couch and the sound of sweaty skin slapping against sweaty skin must have created quite a sensation outside the door. I heard many voices. I heard the man tell her how tight my ass was…that he wasn’t going to last too long.



I remember thinking that my ass wasn’t that ‘tight’. His cock was just very thick. I had tried to squeeze my sphincter around his hard, swollen cock, but it was hopeless. His cock was too thick. His cock owned my ass. It entered and exited my ass at will.



When the man announced he was going to cum, she quickly jumped up and stood behind him. I glanced back at them.



She was intently watching his big hands push my shoulders to the floor and then firmly grasp my cheeks. I turned around and closed my eyes as he spread my cheeks open and began frantically slamming his pride and joy in and out of my stretched out asshole.



He cried out a minute or two later. A few times, before I felt his warm sperm begin flowing into my battered rectum.



I quickly glanced back, again. She had her hands on his shoulders, as if steadying him, and I swear she was licking her lips. I turned back around when he collapsed on my back, gasping, his cock lodged deep in me.



We rocked back and forth for a minute or two as his orgasm subsided before he eased his still hard cock out. What a sight my asshole must have been – dilated (I felt the AC all the way up my colon!) and dribbling sperm.



When my wet asshole closed back to normal, she eased back onto the couch and motioned for me to join her. As I got up, she patted her lap, indicating I should lay down with my head on her lap.



I did and the man sat on the floor. She then began to tell me her fantasy.



She told me she had never seen two men ‘do it’, except in xxx movies. She said she had always wanted to see her husband to ‘do it’ with another guy. (Over the years, many women would tell me this very same fantasy. Some of them made it come true and some did not.)



After a brief intermission, she gently began to stroke her hubby’s cock with her fingertips. Being seated, he spread his legs, allowing her more access. I began to stroke my cock hard.



When she bent over to suck him, I gripped her by the boobs in the classic doggy position, and inserted my hard cock into her wet pussy. (My cockhead was also sticky wet. In fact, I had oozed so much precum with his cock up my ass, that I had created a small puddle on the floor.)



I had started fucking her slowly, but in no time, she began pushing back – hard. Encouraged, I fucked her harder. The harder I fucked her, the wilder she got. Her poor hubby, not wanting to let his cock slip from her mouth, nearly had it bitten off as she climaxed and thrashed about.



All too soon, I felt the uncontrollable urge to cum in this sexy woman. However, before I did, I grabbed her hubby’s hand, his fingers to be specific, and literally jammed two of them into my swollen asshole.



Almost immediately, I began shooting torrents of sperm into her warm pussy. The look on her hubby’s face was priceless.



That was not the end of it. We had more sex that encounter. Her hubby and I sucked each other’s cock. He fucked her. I ate her out, again. Suffice to say, we were exhausted when we went our separate ways.

Last night as I lay in bed, I was surprised when the man next to me wasn’t my husband. The bedroom was dark except for the little light coming in through the small opening in the curtains. The man says wait wait a minute, as I was getting out of bed. I said who are you and what are you doing in my bed? He said I am a friend of your husband and your husband told me you would enjoy what I have to offer you. I was stunned! I said what do you mean? He said will you please get back in bed and I will tell you.



A month ago I was out shopping, as I went to pay the man in front of me took his wallet out to pay and I saw a picture he had in there of a woman on her back, her hair spread out on a bed and she had on only her panties. Her breasts were very full and her nipples were large. I was like in awe of her. As the man left I hurried and paid and caught up with the man your husband.



I asked your husband if I could have his card, since he is a handyman? He said sure and took his wallet out and again I saw your pic at a glance as he took the card out. I said thank you and by the way I couldn’t help but notice the ladies picture you have in your wallet. He looked at me and said which one? He took his wallet and opened it and as he moved through the small picture holder I said that one. He looked at me and said oh you saw her. I said I did in the store when you went to pay. Your husband said I better be more careful.



I said do you mind me asking who she is? He told me, that is my wife. I told him wow you are such a lucky man. He said thank you. He said he knew how hot you are. I said thank you for letting me have your card and a glance at your pic. We left the store and all I could think of was you!



I couldn’t get your picture out of my mind so I called him over to see what he could do about a walk in closest I have. As we talked about the closest I said I sure like the picture of your wife I hope I am not being too forward. Your husband said no it is okay. I said I sure love the way her hair looks and her body wow!! Your husband said did you call me here to see what I could do with the closet or to talk about my wife. I told him well truth is I really like the way your wife looks. I told your husband I have something I know she would enjoy. He said what? I told him do you really want to see and he said yes show me. I dropped my shorts which really surprised him. He said what are you doing? I told your husband I am showing you what I know your wife will enjoy a lot.



Your husband and I had not exchanged names till now, I said I am Bob and your husband said I am Joe. I said Joe, taking my limp cock in my hand, do you think your wife would like my cock? Joe says I am not sure and I proceeded to stroke my cock as he watched and I noticed he was like mesmerized by my cock. I asked Joe if he liked what he was looking at, my cock? Joe looked at me like in shock and finally said yes I do. I took my t-shirt off and sat on the edge of the bed. I continued to stroke my cock slowly as I looked into Joes eyes. I said come closer and as he did I took his hand and put it on my cock. Joe looked at me then said it is so soft and warm. I said do you like it? Joe told me he had never touched another man’s cock. He stroked me for a few seconds then let go and I said why don’t you sit here by me on the floor and watch as I make my cock hard.



Joe sat by me as I slowly stroked my cock. I asked Joe does your wife like to suck your cock and Joe said yes she does. Do you like watching her? Yes I do he said I do a lot. I said why? Cause I like the way she looks and how she moves her lips and tongue on my head. I said Joe have you ever thought of sucking a cock as you watch your wife? Joe looked at me and said what do you mean? I said again do you ever think about what it would be like to suck a cock? Joe said no! I said be honest you have huh? He looked at the floor then my cock and then at me and said yes I have. I said I knew you had, the way you are looking at my cock. Your mouth has even watered huh? Joe said yes it has how did you know? I see the look in your eyes.



I said Joe would you like to get more comfortable and take your clothes off too? Joe said I really should go. I said look Joe I know what you want! He looked at me and said, what? I said I know you want to feel my cock again in your hand. In a stern voice I said, take your clothes off NOW!



Oh my, what did my husband Joe do? Your husband did what I told him to do. He took everything off except his underwear. Why not his underwear? Because they were a white thong with a lacy wide waist band. WHAT? My husband had a thong on? Yes he did. He was like in shock standing in front of me in his thong with his head down. I was like wow you like to wear woman’s clothes and Joe said yes I do. I said look at me, you look very sexy in your lacy white thong. Does your wife know? He said I don’t think so. NO I didn’t know my husband likes panties. What else does he like. Well he told me hoses and pantyhose and lingerie. I am shocked I didn’t know. what happen next?



I told your husband to come and kneel between my legs and stroke my cock for me. Did he do it? Yes he did without any hesitation. He took my cock and slowly stroked for a few seconds then he looked up at me and I said yes go ahead and do what you know you want to do. He opened his mouth and struck his tongue out and licked my head and said your head is so smooth. I said I am glad you like it. He said yes I do I love the way your head feels and he slowly sucked my head in his mouth. He took your cock in his mouth? Yes he did.



As I was talking to Joe’s wife I began to feel her body and it was beautiful. big tits and big nipples. I could tell she was enjoying what I was telling her. I asked her do you mind if I turn the lamp on by the bed so I can see you better? She said no go ahead. As I did I was greeted to a sight of her beautiful body. She responded to my touch as she asked what happen next? Did he suck you to a cum? SO I told her.



Joe continued to suck more and more of my cock in his mouth till he had all 7″ in. I could feel his nose on my pubic area as he sucked and tongued me. He has watched you good cause he knew what to do. I didn’t want to cummmm yet so I told him to stop and he did even though I could see he did not want to. He continued to play with my balls and said I really am enjoying all this. Thank you for calling me to come over.



I said Joe get up and get on the bed on all fours. Joe got up off the floor and did as I told him to do. I told him to spread his knees a little and to relax. MY husband did what ever you told him to do? Yes he did, I even began calling him my little sissy. WHAT? what did he do? He obeyed like a good sissy.



As Joe spread his legs I moved the thong to one side leaving his balls and cock in the thong pouch. I got some lube and slowly poured it on is crack and let it run down to his hole. As the lube reached his hole I slowly began to rub the lube around his hole. I said you like this huh? He said yes I do. YES my husband loves to have his asshole played with a lot. I said I knew he did when I saw the thong. What did my husband do as you played with his hole. Well I teased him till he was begging me to not stop. I did stop and he begged me to please keep doing what I was doing and I said is that all you want me to do? I know what my husband said, please finger me! Yes that is what he said, so I made him beg me to finger him and to wiggle his ass for me. As I fingered him with one finger I slowly put a second then a third. I know, my husband was moaning a lot huh? Yes he was and grinding back trying to get more, so I gave him four fingers. I was squeezing his balls and pulling on them through the thong. He was moaning with his head down and his ass high in the air.



I stopped and he begged me to please not stop. I said why not. He said because I love what you are doing to me please please don’t stop!!!I said tell me your manpussy needs more! He said what? I told him you are my sissy from now on. You will beg me to do whatever I want with your sissy pussy! REALLY you told my husband that? Yes I did. WHAT did he say? Joe said yes sir whatever you want I will do. REALLY HE SAID THAT? Yes he did.



So what happen after that? I told Joe get up and get dressed and I would call him when to come back. What did Joe say? He said he couldn’t wait to come back. I told him I know, I can see the wet spot in your thong.



If you like this and want to know what happen next let me know.

Well readers, this is the final chapter of “Bed, Breakfast and Sex.” I know it’s not perfect by any means, but it was my first effort. I especially enjoyed writing the scene at the end of the story. Marti, this story is dedicated to you. I hope you enjoyed it.



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Steve leaned over the sleeping women and kissed each of them on the cheek. Louise woke up and said, “Hi,” in a sleepy voice.



“Hi,” Steve said, smiling. “Guess what.”



“What?” Louise asked.



“It’s snowing like crazy outside. I guess we’ll be stuck here all weekend.”



“That’s all right,” Dorothy said, turning over, “I think we can find something to do.” She yawned and stretched and sat up. She was nude, as was Louise.



“Mmmm. Seeing you two like that makes me want to get into bed with you right now,” Steve said.



“Not yet, honey,” Louise said. “Dorothy and I decided: we’ll shower, then make dinner, then we have a little surprise for you.”



“That sounds interesting,” Steve said. “What should I do in the meantime?”



“Make yourself comfortable. Have a drink. Watch TV. Fantasize. Whatever you want to do. We’ll be out in a little while.”



Steve went into the kitchen and grabbed a beer, then went into the living room and stirred the fire. He put some mellow rock on the stereo, and relaxed on the couch while the women prepared themselves. Half an hour later, he had a fairly good buzz on. Both women came out of the bathroom wearing satin robes. They set about preparing a light supper. Dorothy came into the living room and kissed Steve on the ear, whispering, “I hope you’re ready for tonight, lover. Why don’t you go get a shower. By the time you’re finished, dinner will be ready.”



Steve showered, shaved, and put on cologne that he knew both women liked. Dorothy and Louise had laid out a set of loose silk boxer shorts, and his cotton robe was hanging on the door. He put these on.



When he entered the small dining room, all the lights were dimmed, and candles were lit on the table. Somebody had built the fire up so that it crackled warmly. The table was set with hot soup, bread, butter, and salad. There was a bottle of wine ready to open. Dorothy and Louise stood by the table waiting for him.



“Sit down, sweetie,” Louise said, “let’s eat.”



All three sat down. Steve poured the wine. They ate heartily. After dinner, they lingered over coffee, anticipating the night’s activities, but willing to delay them a bit longer. Steve was still amazed at his good luck as he looked at the two beautiful women across the table from him.



Finally, Dorothy said, “All right, young man, go sit down on the couch. Louise and I have something special to show you.”



“I can hardly wait,” Steve said.



He sat down on the couch and waited. Mellow jazz was on the stereo. First, Dorothy came out. She leaned over and gave Steve a loving kiss on the lips.



“I hope you like this, lover,” she said huskily. She stood in front of him and undid the robe. She was wearing the sheer peignoir that she had modeled earlier for Louise. Slowly she swayed to the music. She cupped her breasts and held them out to Steve, then turned, bent over, and lowered her panties just enough for him to see the furry mound of her cunt between her legs. “How do you like my outfit?” she asked.



“I like it very much. Come here,” he said.



Dorothy sat down on the couch beside him. Steve put his arm around her and pulled her close. With a sigh, she offered up her lips, and was kissed. Steve’s hands roamed all over her body, touching her breasts, her hips, her thighs, and reaching into the panties to stroke her pussy hair. She looked great and smelled wonderful. His cock sprang to iron-hard erection. Dorothy squeezed it, gently at first, then harder.



“Are you ready for me?” Louise called from the darkened kitchen.



“Come on out, hon,” Dorothy said.



Louise stepped into the flickering firelight. Another song, a sad, slow love song, came on the stereo. Louise undid the sash on her robe and shrugged it off. She was wearing the light blue shorty baby doll nightgown. She began a slow, sensuous dance, moving to and fro with the music. Underneath the top, her soft, generous breasts swayed back and forth. Her nipples were hard. As she moved, Steve could see that the panties were crotchless, and that tufts of strawberry blonde pussy hair were peeking through. As Louise danced near her lovers, her body seemed to give off a palpable aura of sex. Steve believed that he could actually smell her overheated pussy.



He looked over at Dorothy, to find her totally engrossed in Louise’s dance. Without even looking, Dorothy was slowly opening his robe and pulling his cock out of its confining shorts. She began jerking it slowly up and down, and Steve thought her warm, strong hand had never felt so good. He looked up at Louise, and saw that she was smiling down at them.



He felt a hot, wet tongue circle the head of his penis, and then he was awash in sensation as a warm, sucking, mouth engulfed his swollen member. Louise stopped dancing and sat down beside him on the couch. They kissed passionately, both groaning in pleasure. Steve cupped her breasts gently, then squeezed them, running his fingers over the hard nipples. Dorothy released his cock, and quickly spread the much-beloved down comforter and several fluffy pillows on the floor in front of the fire. All three lovers moved to the comforter. Steve pulled off the rest of his clothes, and then eagerly undressed both of the women. Nude, they shared a communal embrace. They fondled and stroked, kissed and caressed. The mingled scents and warmth of three oversexed bodies was almost overpowering. Steve said, “Both of you lay down side by side, I want to kiss both your pussies.”



Dorothy and Louise lay down, and spread their legs. Steve began by licking Dorothy’s sweet, moist pussy until she moaned with pleasure, then switched over to Louise’s. He went back and forth like that for a while, then Louise said, “Lie down, Steve, Dorothy and I want to try something.” Steve laid down, and Dorothy and Louise crawled up to his midsection. Steve could feel their hot breaths on his cock. They lavished wet, sucking kisses all over Steve’s cock from the root to the glans, occasionally whipping an appreciative tongue over the head. Louise gently sucked on of Steve’s balls into her mouth while, at the same time, Dorothy eagerly swallowed his moisting maleness yet again. Steve groaned in pleasure as the two beauties orally worshipped his cock. He sighed, “Oh babies, I’m not going to be able to take a lot of that. You’d better go easy, or somebody’s gonna get a mouthful or a face full of my come!”



“Who said that would be bad?” Louise asked. She moved up and accepted the transfer of his dick into her mouth from Dorothy. Dorothy moved down and gently kissed and sucked his balls. “His cock tastes so good,” Louise said.



“Yes it does,” Dorothy replied. She leaned up and accepted a kiss on her lips from Louise.



Louise looked up at him and said, “You know when you said that you wanted to put your big cock in my butthole? Well, I want to try that now.”



“Okay. Louise darling, get over on your hands and knees and put your butt up in the air,” Steve said. Louise did so, and Steve had to gasp at the sight before him. Louise had a beautiful butt. Her cheeks were open and between them, both her glistening wet pussy and pink dot of an asshole were displayed.



“Steve, kiss her pussy and make her come,” Dorothy said breathlessly



Worshipfully, Steve began kissing the cheeks of her ass, making his way to the cleft between the succulent globes. He could smell the scent from her overheated pussy. He licked and sucked her sweet fragrant sex, and Louise responded with moans and whimpers of pleasure. Dorothy was caressing her back, and had bent down to kiss her and whisper endearments to her. Gradually, Louise’s cries became louder as Steve focused his attention on her little clit. “Oh god, Steve, that feels so good. Lick mama’s clit good. Oh, baby, make me come! Oh oh oh!” He took her clitoris between avid lips and sucked gently and Louise went nova, exploding in orgasm and sobbing and babbling rapturously. Steve left her pussy briefly, and traveled up to her rosette of an asshole, rimming her thoroughly, then sticking his tongue as far into her tight anal pore as possible. Louise was still groaning in pleasure, and she pressed herself back against his thick, warm tongue in order to get more of it into her sweet and musky butthole.



Finally Steve sat up and gripped Louise gently by her hips. He got behind her and prepared to put his cock into her pussy. Dorothy said, “Hold on a sec, honey.” And she leaned down and took the head of his cock into her mouth, wetting it. “Now you’re ready,” she said, smiling up at him. Steve placed his rock-hard dick at the slick entrance to her pussy and thrust it in. “Oh, that’s so good, baby. You have a tight pussy, Louise!” he exclaimed.



Louise arched her back so that Steve could see his cock going in and out of her gripping cunt. Her labia caressed his dick with every stroke. Louise was grunting in pleasure, and Steve increased his speed, causing her to squeal in delight. “Keep going, baby, I’m going to come again,” Louise cried. Steve stroked her rapidly until she cried out and slumped forward, twitching in pleasure from another orgasm.



“Are you ready for me to put my big, hard cock into you little butthole, darling?” Steve said.



“Yes, oh yes, lover. Put that big, hot cock of yours in my asshole.”



Dorothy got the jar of lubricant they had bought especially for this purpose and applied a generous amount to Steve’s cock, then spread a dollop on Louise’s expectant little butthole. Louise spread her legs more, and arched her shapely fanny up in the air. “Is this how you want me?” She asked.



“Oh yes, just like that,” Steve replied. Dorothy took hold of his cock and placed it at Louise’s anal pore. Steve pushed gently. Slowly he could feel the tight muscle giving way. Louise grunted and pushed back slowly. “Go slowly, sweetie,” grunted Louise. “Slowly now, I want to enjoy this.”



Dorothy and Steve watched fascinated as his cock disappeared into Louise’s anus. Finally, the head popped past the opening, and Louise groaned in pleasure and relief. “Push him on in, love, but slow,” she whispered. Steve did so, then rested for a moment while Louise got used to it.



Louise’s butthole felt so good! It was warm and tight and smooth. Louise said, “Okay, you can start moving, but be nice.” He once again gripped her gently by the hips, and began thrusting slowly. Louise groaned again, buried her face in the comforter, arched her ass up at him, and surrendered to the sensations. Steve fucked her asshole with steady, slow strokes. The warm tug of her butthole was almost more than he could bear. He wanted it to last for a while, but he didn’t know how long he would be able to hold on. He groaned in pleasure, and pulled out as far as he could before plunging back down into her slick, snug asshole.



Finally, he could wait no longer. He could feel the semen welling in his balls, threatening to overflow. He plunged in again, swirling his cock around and around, pulled out and plunged in again. “Oh baby, here it comes!” he cried. He bent down and hugged her close. Dorothy, excited by all the action, reached under Louise and began rubbing her pussy, hoping to make her come.



Louise cried out in pleasure as Dorothy’s practiced fingers found her sensitive clit. She orgasmed suddenly, crying out hoarsely as Steve grunted sharply and spilled his sperm into Louise’s choking asshole. He fucked right through his climax, and the semen kept coming, flowing out of his cock to fill her anus with thick, warm jism. Finally, he could go on no longer, and he collapsed on the comforter beside a moaning, satiated Louise.



It took Louise and Steve some time to recover from their lovemaking. In the meantime, all three lovers cuddled in front of the dying fire. Dorothy touched Steve’s spent cock gently and said, “Rest up, little man. I’m going to need you myself later tonight.” Steve, by this time almost recovered, said, “Why don’t you lick him a little, Dorothy, and see if you can gain his interest?” All three people laughed, and Dorothy scooted down, laid her head on Steve’s belly and began kissing and tugging gently on his cock. Soon, it began to get hard again, and Dorothy mewed and took it into her mouth.



Needless to say, the three lovers spent the entire weekend snowed in and making love over and over again, in every combination imaginable. On their last night, Louise and Dorothy and Steve had a very special, very private Thanksgiving dinner, and pledged their love and friendship to each other. It was a weekend that none of them ever forgot.



The tapes sat in Louise’s safe deposit box for some time before she finally erased them. By that time, the trio had made a number of very private, very intimate video tapes of their own, and she no longer had any need for insurance. The entire affair ended with Steve and Dorothy becoming better lovers and friends than she could ever have hoped for.



The spring after their encounter in the cabin, Louise attended the wedding of Robby and Deborah. She expected it to hurt, but it did not. At the wedding, she looked over to see Dorothy and Steve standing beside her, and felt her love for them swell. She was happy and fulfilled, and who could ask for more?



THE END

‘That was totally awesome’ breathes Justin Thyme, smiling up at me.



Damn. Why does he have to say ‘awesome’? Why ‘totally awesome’?



He’s laid on his back. My balls resting lightly on his forehead. The full length of my drooping cock slanting across his face, tip-tilted on his upturned button-nose, so my urethra is dribbling drool onto his dimpled chin. He’s nude, like every Gay man’s dirtiest fantasy. With that luscious slick tongue curling out between those pearly-white orthodontics-expensive teeth to lap the underside of my messy glans.



‘That was totally awesome’ says Justin, like he’s totally besotted.



‘Sure it was, Justin’ I reassure him. ‘Sure it was.’ And yes, it was pretty damn good. Sliding my length into the warm hold of his welcoming mouth, until it becomes a prisoner of that tight little golden throat. What would all his teeny-girl fans think if they could see him now? That divine pin-up face, that slouch-hat-tilted flash-pose on all those posters, fridge-magnets, designer-fragrances, ‘T’-shirts, lunch-pails, and merchandising trash. That iconic peek-a-boo hoodie shot too, so ubiquitous. And he’s down there sucking my cock so enthusiastically, so grateful. His breathing picking up pace, until my jism erupts out over his cute little videogenic visage so it trickles in glistening trails across his nip-and-tucked cheeks. I can see a blob of it now coursing around his left nostril and down in a zigzag path streaking its way across the curve of his perfectly flawless jaw-line.



‘Why can’t it always be like this, Samyro?’ he pouts prettily. ‘Just you and me?’



‘You know damn well why it can’t be’ I snap irritably, moving away. At least with my cock rammed down his throat he’s temporarily unable to ask damn-fool questions. He sits up on the edge of the coverlet. Every pervy guy’s wank-fantasy. His slim body hairless but for that coy circlet fringe of pubes.



‘Those girls, those fans today’ his expression is exquisitely spoiled. A brat. A Twink.



‘Yes, they’d won the competition. Meeting you was the prize. I know, I know.’



‘It was too creepy. Every opportunity she got, one of them kept trying to squirm her hand down the front of my shorts. I didn’t like that. You know that everything inside my shorts belongs to you, Samyro. You know that, don’t you?’



Not that there’s much inside his shorts to brag about. I know it’s an impossible contradiction, but if ever a guy can be said to have a girlish cock, then Justin has. More a tassel. A cockette, a cockade, a cocka-doodle-do, a cock-a-hoop. Poppycock. Some guys prefer it that way, I suppose. And – his loyalty is painful.



‘Go play outside Justin, I got work to do’ I tell him, patting his bare bottom with every show of affection. As he giggles in response I can see out through the glass-sliders. Ziggy is sitting beside the pool, waiting.



As he turns to go I say ‘hey’. He turns back so sweetly, eyes like rain-sparkling violets. I indicate my mojo-juice that’s still splattering his face.



He smiles. ‘I’m proud to wear your spunk on my face’ he says with a comic-show of defiance. ‘I don’t care if the world knows.’ He slides the door back and paces out to join Ziggy. Zig looks up, an expression almost like a leer creasing his face into a smile. I watch Justin’s perfect ass undulating away from me.



Ziggy is a little more pasty-faced than Justin, his complexion kind-of pudgy. Wearing too much sunfactor so he glistens, no tan-lines, and when he moves he kind-of slut-walks, sashays as though to emphasise his bigger down-hung cock. He’s sitting there naked, waiting for his playmate, his bare feet dangling, swirling little circular patterns in the fluoridated water. Like he’s posing, his hair hung down, making him look a little bit unmade. He’s Justin’s paid-for companion. Not so much rent-boy, as rented boy. The truth is, Ziggy is something of a predatory little fag, he wants to be Justin. He thinks if he hangs around long enough – until Justin’s fifteen-minutes goes tits-up, and they all do eventually, he’ll be well-positioned to replace him. He’ll be the next Prince of Pop. Personally no, I don’t thinks so. Whatever indefinable something it takes, Zig doesn’t have it. But he can dream. And meanwhile, he’s useful.



Presumably they have sex with each other, although I’ve never seen it. Mostly they just frolic and chase each other naked around the pool, towel-flicking butts, sniggering, or just laid out on the loungers with iPods or playing the latest ‘Grand Theft Auto’ upgrade. I watched them tossing each other off once. I guess they do more. At least that would make him worth the expense. Sex is only sex. A recreational activity. Justin’s a little too puppy-dog clingy. He’s got a bit too much of a schoolgirl crush. Hell, when I was younger, I sucked guys just for the thrill of sucking them. Commitment relationship-issues complicate things. Better do without it.



I shrug. This can’t go on. I’ve got to ensure he never steals my heart away. I might never get it back. I go into the suite. Skype through to the studio. ‘Hey guys, how’s the album going?’



‘Fine Samyro… er, Mr Rosenstock. Look at my face – ain’t this a smile?’ from Shadow, slouched over his fader-array. Snow-white studio tan. Screwed-up eyes and screwed-down hair. A mean motar-scootah and a bad go-gettah. Yeah, king of the jungle-jive. ‘How’s the princess?’ he grins.



‘Don’t call him that’ I laugh back. ‘He’s touch and go. You gotta respect the artist. Are you ready for him yet?’



‘Naw. We’ve laid down all the base-tracks with guide-vocals. Some tweaks and fine-tuning to do. You can bring him in later to dub the voice on. Or he could even phone it in, no need to travel at all. We can autotune out the fluffs as usual, and do final sequencing and edits. Then get the samples and top-line remixers in. We got a few celebrity guest-vocals and Rap voice-overs on speed-dial. Job’s done…’



‘Are Rappers still cool?”



He flutters his hand, ‘depends on the Rapper. We need one young and hungry. He gets mainstream exposure through Justin. Justin gets cult-credibility through association. I’ll network something up. If we go any faster, we’ll get a speeding ticket.’



‘Do your thing, thunderwing!’ I nod.



The best Pop managers have always been Gay, from Brian Epstein, Larry Parnes to Joe Meek, Simon Napier-Bell and on. We know what little girls want, because we want the same. Pretty boys. Hot, too hot to handle, almost. I rescued Justin from a no-future zero-talent Boy-Band. He twirled into my arms, looking terminally cute. And into my bed. We broke him the traditional way, through Social Media fan-sites, YouTube and downloads. The ‘Justin’ part helps. There were two previous ‘Justins’ out there, so the name is bonded already. Just modify the logo typography. Thing is, I’ve been watching all the rubbish wasting my time, and there’s a lot of Reality-TV trash emerging to compete with. Justin has just turned nineteen, there are younger Popstrels on the make. This second album is going to be a tipping point for him. It needs an extra push, a bonus ingredient, a magic bullet. He’s under pressure. We got the writers round a month since. They spend time talking with him, although in truth talking’s not his big scene. That way they personalise the songs around him, so the songs find their voice, to justify his writer’s credit. But the song just provides the base-structure they’ll assemble the audio-track around. Then the video-shoots are more important than the tracks. Those three-minute all-dancing multi-coloured dreams that really shove product. My creatives will set up conferencing with directors, lighting, design and make-up. Get storyboards drawn-up around some ideas.



‘What do you mean about ‘touch and go’?’ presses Shadow, ‘you got problems?’



‘You know how it is. He’s get identity issues, wants to upfront his sexuality. I don’t want an auto-wreck car-crash meltdown on my hands. I can do without Britney or George Michael scenes.’ There’s some genuine concern there as well as career self-interest. He’s a sweet kid.



‘So why not let him come out? We’re not doing a Liberace here.’



‘Don’t dis Liberace. Respect is due. You know what it was like back then. Gay was verboten. You go to jail for it. At best it was a career-killer. The public loved him. He sold records by the truck-load and played sell-out capacity concerts. What would he gain from coming out…?’



‘We’ve moved on. It’s not like that anymore. Who gives a shit who Elton John or Will Young sleep with? I tell you, no-one gives I shit. Every Boy-Band has a Gay member. It’s obligatory. Know what I mean…? For Justin it could help up-switch his demographic, in a good way? Run with it.’



‘Sure. Thanks Shadow. I’ll get back to you.’ I kill the line with a key-stroke. Sit back, squeezing my eyes tight shut. Sit in silence as minutes tick by, full of broken thoughts I cannot repair. All this, all this I got by manipulating tweenage disposable kiddie-cash. This house and pool on the hill, in the valley. The cars. The restaurants, stylish suits, lifestyle. Justin Thyme is the major cash-generator. He’s also a sweet boy caught up in a big lie. I got to try to take it easy, put my dick back on a leash. But I see big trouble coming. It’s hard to make that change when life turns strange, and this planet is a far far stranger place than I can ever fathom. My sweat leaves fingerprint-sized stains on the table-top.



I stroll back. I need a toot, but I’ll settle for a drink. From back here by the bar I can see out through the glass-sliders again. Hear the hissing of summer lawns beneath the cloudless sky. Not a single ripple to slur the surface of the pool, it shimmers around the floating inflatable like a David Hockley print. The green sprays of border-shrubs stay moveless in the still air. The world has inhaled, and is holding its breath.



Where are they? Where are Justin and Zig? At first I can’t see them. Then I catch a confusion of limbs on the close-cropped grass verge beyond the pool, beside the loungers. Intertwined bodies. A flesh-coloured blur of naked skin moving together in rhythmic undulations. Justin beneath, sprawled. Ziggy above, fully interlocked mouth-to-cock. Sixty-nine is the sweetest number. He’s not considerately on knees and elbows poised above Justin either, with the tasty trinkets suspended so he can lift his head and sample what’s there, as and when he chooses. No, Zig’s lying his full weight on the body beneath him, his glistening rounded arse moving in liquid ripples, up and down, pumping his hard erection deep into Justin’s deliciously receptive throat. Allowing him no escape, not as though escape is something it seems he wants. While Ziggy’s head is bobbing enthusiastically between Justin’s splayed legs, taking that cute little cockette all the way down to the root.



I ease the glass-slider back and step out onto the patio, my eyes narrowing in the thin dazzle of sunlight. I can hear them now. Their excited breathing, gasps and grunts. The squeak of their moist bodies moving together. I cross the short distance to where they’re lying, pull up a lounger to get a better view. Sit there, the sun warm on my skin, and watch. Yes. I sit here thinking, enjoying the show. It’s mindboggling. My mind has seldom been so boggled. Few things in life are as enchanting as the close-up spectacle of two lusty boys sixty-nining. Setting up an answering creepy-crawly commotion inside my pants. And they just carry on doing the do, enjoying my voyeuristic participation. Ziggy’s legs are wide-splayed over Justin’s face, the ascending/descending arc of his tasty buttocks targeted by a clean puckered orifice that I swear is winking at me invitingly, enticingly as the sphincter dilates and flexes with effort. His loose bollocks flop-flopping over Justin’s button-nose as he humps up and down. Justin, beneath, breathing hard and fast through widening nostrils, as his lips consume every inch of a cock that’s flushed with rising sap. His cheeks inflated, scrunching the perfect lines of his face delightfully out of shape.



For a long moment, his eyes meet mine, and I swear they’re smiling. As if to say ‘hey, I don’t need only you to get my teenage kicks.’ Which is fine and dandy by me. Clingy-problem sorted. Even though, just maybe, the little bimbo airhead doesn’t realise Ziggy is on the payroll, bought and paid-for, so yes – his sex-life is still dependent on me. Then sense and logic goes all blissed-out squidgy, his eyes close in what looks like ecstasy as Zig’s ass gives a determined shudder, and at its deepest downstroke stays lodged. There’s a sweaty sex-pulsing slurpy-gulp gulpy-slurp sound as I guess copious spurts of spunk are being devoured. Not that orgasm distracts Zig from his reciprocal sucking in Justin’s moist groin. It’s not a long journey up and down the length of his stubby cock, although its excited state makes the shiny toy prouder than I’ve ever seen it, and he’s carefully tongue-stroking and teasing around the rim of the faintly blush-violet dick-head at the up-stroke, lapping pearly ooze-drops from the hole, then slithering it in all the way to lick each dainty spit-moist egg in the tight ball-sack at the down-stroke. Justin’s squirming hips coming up to meet his welcoming mouth. Then I see Ziggy’s adam’s apple working overtime too, like some determined swallowing is taking place. Awesome. Totally awesome.



What a video this would make. If only the fans could see this online. And – hey, maybe they can. Perhaps this is the unique selling point that will provide the tipping point for the vital second album, the extra push, the bonus ingredient, the magic bullet. Not this exactly. But the choreographed pool-side Gay coming-out romp. Go for attack mode ‘How Dare You Assume I’m NOT Gay?!?’ If you’re going to do it, make it part of the promo campaign. There could even be an unexpurgated version to tantalise, for specialist sites only, with more nudity. Maybe not full frontal, not without some post-production CGI to enlarge his assets…!

(Authors Note: Apologies for the lateness of this chapter. I plan on a follow up chapter within the next week or so and another soon after it is published. I did want to give a glimpse into Susan’s motivations for her treatment of Lexi.



Not a lot of sex in this chapter, but plenty in the next two.)










Prelude: Lexi just stood there, saliva and semen oozing down her pretty little face. Her senses were reeling from the last hour’s horrors. She had been forced to perform oral sex on this fat, ugly man while his whore had teased and taunted her. Susan had even went so far as to compare this degradation to a newlyweds’ honeymoon. There was no love, no respect involved. It was just animal lust. Actually it was worse than that because these were human beings, not animals. What could possibly make these people do what they were doing to her? She couldn’t believe it was simply for the money.



Lexi was right. It wasn’t only the money, although that was definitely part of it. At first it was the money that had driven Susan’s motivations. Well that and a very high sex drive. Susan had a lust for money. She had not grown up poor, but she liked the comforts that money provided. However, as time went on and she began to see the effect time was having on her appearance, the comforts and money began to recede in her mind. She had wanted to have plastic surgery to erase the lines and sags she was seeing in the mirror. She hated it, but Toots refused to let her do anything to alter her appearance. Susan knew he owned her just as he now owned Lexi. As she grew older and her once firm body began to sag, Susan began to envy the young girls she saw on the streets and in the shops. Yes, Susan could come and go from the club, within limits. She frequented the high end shops and enjoyed the things she could buy and possess, but she always came back to Toots and the club. She was addicted to the things she enjoyed there. She loved the sex and often entertained guests herself. But her favorite pleasure was in breaking the young girls who came to work for Toots. Almost all came willingly. They were poor and desperately needed the money. But some came less willingly and these were here favorite targets. To watch and instruct these young things into becoming cheap whores gave her satisfaction that was more pleasurable than an orgasm. She enjoyed watching as their bodies and minds changed. Their breasts sagged and their little pussies became loose and flaccid and their self-esteem dropped until they were nothing more than gaudy reflections of their former selves. Subconsciously Susan enjoyed turning them into her.



For Toots it was much simpler. He enjoyed the money but he loved the power. To do as he pleased, whenever he pleased was the ultimate pleasure. He was a complete narcissist and had a dose of sadism liberally mixed into his psyche. His life was lived for the satisfaction of his lusts. Being a whoremaster suited him perfectly.



Chapter 10



Lexi was stunned when she heard the words. An old friend? How could that be possible? How could anyone know she was here in this hellhole? All her friends were either family or members of her church and she was positive that they would only help here if they knew where she was. No, this had to be a cruel joke. She refused to accept the words and thought it was just another attempt to break her spirit. She steeled herself to continue to fight for her soul against these evil monsters.



“Come on honey, it’s time to get you ready for a little trip across town for today’s work,” Susan said as she took Lexi by one of her ponytails and led her out of Toots’ special bedroom.



“Don’t worry. Your favorite machine will be here and ready for you anytime I decide you want to use it,” Susan cackled.



As they were leaving, Toots said “Make sure she is back in time for her to entertain my friends. This will be the first chance I have to finally make some serious money back on my investment.” Susan just laughed and continued to pull Lexi through the door and down the hall.



She led Lexi back to the common area where the girls would be waiting for customers later this evening. There were some of them there already. They were reading or smoking and talking among themselves when Susan and Lexi appeared. Susan still had Lexi by one of her ponytails and the women began to laugh as they saw her tugging at Lexi. Susan stopped and said, “Sweetheart, show them your pretty, little face. I am sure they will appreciate how you look.”



Lexi was mortified. She still had the remnants of Toots’ semen and Susan’s juices on her face. It had also dribbled down onto her chest and her breasts. Susan spoke to them in Spanish and they all laughed and made catcalls. Lexi tried to disappear into herself, but Susan just took her by the hand and led her on down the hallway to the communal bathroom.



“Time to get you cleaned up. You are going on an adventure across town and it is going to be so much fun,” Susan cooed into Lexi’s ear. You are going to make us some money and practice your cocksucking skills. They will come in handy because when we get back tonight you are going to be a sweet, young cocksucking princess!”



“Okay, let’s get you out of your little outfit and have you take a shower. When you are finished I want you to come and douche your pussy and also you need to rinse out your little ass, too. That is something else you need to get used to doing. I want you nice and clean there in case I want to taste your sweet little holes.”



Lexi couldn’t believe what she had just heard. Did this witch want to have sex with her? The thought of touching Susan’s private parts was nauseating, but to have Susan touch her in an intimate way was evil and wrong.



Susan was smiling at her and said, “Honey, don’t look so horrified. After a while, you will totally enjoy having me or any of my girls here eat your precious pussy.”



Lexi thought of the ones who were just laughing at her a minute ago. She could not imagine having any of them touch her in an intimate way. They were hardened whores, most of them were ten or fifteen years older than her. Lexi stopped and thought about how old Susan must be. As she did, a shiver went through her. Susan must be at least as old as her own mother. That thought made the whole situation worse. Having a woman touch her was horrid enough, but someone as old as Susan was beyond disgusting.



“C’mon you don’t have all day to stand here daydreaming about how nice it will be to have my tongue in your pussy, or yours in mine,” Susan laughed and gave Lexi a squeeze on her butt. “Get your shower and let’s get busy here.”



Numbly, Lexi stripped and went into the shower. She turned the faucet, and like earlier, a weak stream of water came out and she managed to scrub her face and breasts, eventually getting the gross deposits rinsed off of her. She came out and toweled herself dry. Susan handed her the bottle and Lexi sat on the stool and rinsed herself, first in the front and when Susan handed her another hose and bottle, Lexi rinsed herself in the rear, too.



“There! Isn’t that refreshing? Now let’s get you ready for your adventure.”



Lexi was still nude, but Susan marched her through the corridors to the dressing area. Lexi automatically sat down in front of the mirror as Susan fumbled through the racks of clothes hanging there.



“Go ahead and put your face on honey. I want to see how you can do all by yourself. Now, don’t be over-the-top. I just want you to look a little bit trampy. Where you are going, no one will be seeing your face anyway. Besides I need you to blend in with the crowd. No sense in drawing any attention to yourself. We wouldn’t want to lose you, now that we have so many plans for you.”



As Lexi applied her makeup, Susan laid out her outfit. Lexi looked at it and saw that is was almost normal-looking. It was a pair of lo-rise jeans and a tank top. There was also a pair of panties that were somewhat modest. However there was no bra. Lexi began to dress herself, and asked Susan why there wasn’t a bra?



Susan replied, “Honey I want those little melons to start hanging there without any support. The only bras you will wear are the ones I will provide for you when you are entertaining. Some will be push-up and some will be padded shelf bras, to give your little tits the illusion of being much larger. Tonight, for example, you will be wearing a little training bra, like your first bra your momma gave to you when you were just starting to blossom. I want you to look just like I imagine you looked four or five years ago. That will guarantee us getting a good price for your services from some of the old perverts tonight. But first things first. Let’s see your face. Hmmm, you look nice and fresh honey. It’s just right. Oh, I almost forget. Sit down again. I have one more accessory for you to wear.”



Lexi sat and waited while Susan rustled in the shelves behind her. “Here we go!” Susan held up a wig. It was beyond shoulder length and it was a dark auburn color. Susan laid the hairpiece down and turned to Lexi and began to pull and pin her hair tight to her scalp. When she had finished, she placed a cover over Lexi’s hair. It held her hair snugly in place. Susan then picked up the wig and slipped it onto Lexi’s head and affixed it with more pins.



“There! That should hold it in place for your adventure. Take a look at yourself honey.”



Lexi looked into the mirror and was surprised how much different the hair make her look. She looked older and more mature, more twenty-something than eighteen. With the makeup and the wig, she hardly recognized herself.



“Don’t you look cute? Now we can go out in public without any chance of anyone recognizing you. Of course your only view of the public will be going to and from the car into the bookstore, but a lot of Americans frequent the store, so we don’t want to take any chances now, do we?”



Actually Lexi was desperately hoping someone would recognize her. She thought her only chance of escape would be outside of the compound.



“Oh, and by the way, I hope you don’t think of trying to escape. I can guarantee that something very bad would happen to someone you love if you tried…and we wouldn’t want that now, would we?”



Lexi heard the words and Susan watched as their meaning sank into Lexi’s head. Her eyes grew wide and she looked at Susan.



“Yes, exactly right sweetheart. There is no escape for you. Not now, not ever! Now, let’s get moving. There are men to entertain and money to be made.”

Michael Young had been one of my good buddies for years. We met when we were only in middle school. I don’t recall how exactly we came to be friends, but I guess we just had a lot in common. Mostly from the types of movies we were interested in, to smoking occasionally, and all the way to sex and the types of girls we liked. I had never had a friend as close as him. He basically lived at my house when he was bored of his. I rarely stayed at his place but I was still close with his parents. Michael’s mom was just a teenager when she had him. Not like mine though. If Michael’s mom was older, I think she would have gotten along with my mom. But they never did kick it off. And I hated that age had such an affect on things like that; whether you liked someone as a friend or not.



Michael’s dad spent most of his time working, as he delivered things across the country. A tractor trailer was his home for 330 days out of the year. I knew Michael and his mom didn’t see him much so it was just the two of them most of the time.



***



It was a rare occasion. My mom and dad had to go out of town one weekend. My grandma lived all the way on the opposite side of the country and my parents needed to be there.



At the time, I was hoping to have the house to myself. I hardly ever had time alone and it suddenly looked like I was about to catch a break to do as I pleased at home all alone. But my parents weren’t having none of that.



I had to be stuck at Michael’s all weekend. Not that it bothered me to be around my best buddy. I was just looking forward to being alone to have the house all to myself. Michael’s mom was completely fine with me staying the whole weekend too.



Michael and I were seniors in high school. I was nineteen; a year older than him. His mom was bragging about how much we both had grown and how she remembered when we were shorter and our voices squeaked while we were still going through puberty.



The three of us were sitting in the living room at around 8pm watching Wipe Out on TV. Michael and I occupied the long couch while his mom was sitting on the shorter one.



“I still remember that one night Michael’s dad was in and the four of us went out to that Mexican restaurant,” Mrs. Young started as she giggled.



I grinned, knowing how much she liked to push at my buttons. I used to turn a bright shade of red when she talked about past stories with me in them, and I knew she was trying to embarrass me. “No, not this story,” I said, slouching into the back of the couch.



I saw Michael roll his eyes before his mom continued. “Like four years ago when the two of you had just started high school. Both so short and nerdy,” she laughed to herself as she leaned forward. I looked away from her and tried to stop my smile. I didn’t want to give her any more reason to go on. Beside me, Michael was trying his best to ignore her.



“Mom, shut up,” he complained. “We know this story. I couldn’t stop staring at the waitress’ boobs and Matt wouldn’t stop blushing.”



“Hey!” I spoke up, “she was attractive and I was nervous.”



“I know,” Michael said.



“It was just cute,” Mrs. Young smiled at the two of us. “And now you’re both grown up. Such handsome, nice, young boys.”



The B word. I wasn’t a boy. I was a man. We both were. But neither of us felt like explaining to her that at 19-years-old, we were already men. We were men when we were 18 even!



I could see Michael rolling his eyes once more but I didn’t do the same. I returned a smile to Mrs. Young just to be polite.



We watched Wipe Out for at least another half hour. I kept glancing at Michael and his mom. He had looked somewhat bored but Mrs. Young seemed completely content with the time she was spending with us. I watched her tuck a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear then she lifted her legs up onto the couch and crossed them Indian style. She was probably the youngest mom I’d ever known. It was hard thinking of her being with Mr. Young and getting pregnant when she was about our age. Her figure was perfect and it always had been since the day I had first met her when Michael invited me over about six years before.



I noticed she had been drinking a small glass of wine before we even sat down in the living room earlier in the night. She was holding it in her hand, and I remember how easy she made it look. She didn’t even have to try to look attractive. I never told Michael that I thought his mom was hot. I’m sure he knew I thought it, but I’d never say it to his face. That’s just something you don’t do. Ever.



“Well, boys,” Mrs. Young spoke up, “I’m gonna head to bed.” I watched her stand up from her spot on the couch with her empty wine glass in hand and she disappeared into the kitchen. She clumsily walked back out and leaned a little too far to the right, sliding her shoulder against the wall. She ascended up the stairs without looking back down at us.



***



“I’m gonna go to bed too, man,” Michael said a few minutes later. “Where are you crashin’?” He asked.



“I guess I’ll get a blanket and sleep here,” I told him, referring to the couch I was already sitting on. It’s where I normally slept when I stayed at his place.



“Alright,” he said then stood up from where he had been sitting, “see you at breakfast.”



He skipped some steps as he made his way up the stairs. I stayed where I was for a little while longer watching TV. Family Guy was on and I watched half an episode of it before I decided to go look for a blanket for the night.



I traveled up the stairs, leaving the light behind as I went higher. The hallway was dark when I reached the second floor, but I knew which direction to start walking. I stopped at the hallway closet and took out my phone to light up the shelves so I could see. There were only a couple sets of sheets and a really itchy blanket that I only had the nerve to use once while I stayed here. Never again.



I stepped back to look at the top shelf to see two rubber dumbbells and a first-aid kit.



“What are you looking for?”



I jumped away from the quiet voice to my right. I wasn’t expecting it at all. I was greeted by a smiling Mrs. Young. I noticed she had her hair up in a messy bun and was wearing shorts and a tank top. I also noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. She really didn’t need one. I always noticed that her breasts were very perky; even for her age. And the size of them were very nice.



“Jesus, Mrs. Young!” I said. She laughed at my jumpiness. “You scared me.”



“Sorry, hun,” she said, opening the closest door wider to see what I might have been after.



“I was looking for a blanket.” I informed her after my heart rate slowed down from the scare.



I saw her reach for the itchy blanket from hell and pulled it from the shelf. “Uhh,” I gave her a look, “anything but that.”



She grinned, “Hmm, I know what you mean,” I watched her pet at the blanket, obviously realizing how itchy it felt. “I might have an extra blanket in my room for you.”



“Okay,” I said. She stuffed the blanket back onto the shelf in the closet then turned to walk back up the hallway towards her room. I closed the closet door and followed close behind her.



“So,” she started as we entered her bedroom. I looked around. Everything was so neat except for her unmade bed, “what do you boys plan on getting into tomorrow?” She asked. I suspected she was just trying to make conversation while she searched for a blanket.



I shrugged my shoulders as I walked further into the room, “I don’t know. We’ll find something like we always do.” I told her.



“So spontaneous,” she commented. “I used to be a lot like that when I was your age.”



“I’m sure you still are,” I said.



She giggled brightly and glanced back at me for a second, “Those days are far behind me, Matthew.” She said. I grinned at her. I didn’t know how to reply, so I didn’t.



She grabbed one of the blankets off of her own bed instead of looking through the wooden chest placed at the end of the bed like I thought she would. “You’d think I’d get lonely sleeping alone every night. But I don’t. I actually like having the bed all to myself.”



I raised my eyebrows, surprised that she’d tell me that. Didn’t even know why she’d bring that up, but she did. “I guess if you get so used to sleeping alone that makes sense.” I replied, not knowing if I even made sense.



She nodded and handed me the soft, dark green blanket. “Good night, Matthew.” She said, giving me my cue to leave.



I stepped back toward the door with the blanket under my arm, “Goodnight, Mrs. Young.”



***



I stayed awake laying on the couch after I made it back downstairs. I turned the television off so it was completely dark in the living room. I knew I would eventually fall asleep, it just needed to be light-less for me to do so. I kept thinking about Mrs. Young. How she was bra-less and in her shorts. It almost reminded me of one of the cheerleaders I had hooked up with after a football game my junior year. Her black shorts is what had caught my attention.



I felt my cock twitch to life for a split second. Nothing too serious. Not touch worthy. I rested my hands behind my head and closed my eyes. The last thing I thought about before falling asleep was how damn good the blanket on top of me smelled.



***



My eyes snapped open. I don’t know if I was just waking up in the middle of the night like normal or if it was because I felt my blanket move on me or what. I looked down, feeling that all too familiar feeling in my groin. My boxers felt tight on my dick and I could clearly see a bulge coming through the blanket.



I rested my head back down on the pillow behind me after realizing it was only my dick that made the blanket move. I moved my hand under the cover to stroke myself slowly. I’d never been so hard this early in the morning. I couldn’t even remember having a wet dream. I looked at the time on the DVD player under the TV. It was 5 in the morning. I lifted the blanket and slid the front of my boxers down half way to take my dick out. I didn’t like the straining of trying to stroke myself while it was still covered.



I sighed, relaxing my back into the couch. It had been awhile since I’d been able to sit back and jerk off just to do it. Lately all I’d been able to do is have a quick stroke in the shower and then I’d be good to go.



I stopped immediately, half erect, almost fully, when I heard the floor creek upstairs. I left my boxers down and let my cock lay on my stomach. The warmth and hardness of it was begging for me to touch it, but I resisted.



I used the blanket to cover it up. I felt more blood rushing to it and my heart suddenly seemed to be beating louder than normal, reaching all the way down to my dick.



I saw a shadowed figure at the top of the stairs. It started walking down slowly, I thought, maybe trying to adjust their eyes to the dark. Whomever it was, kept their hands on the railing. I heard it as their hands slid all the way down the wood. I made sure that the bulge I was sporting wasn’t too obvious, then quickly closed my eyes to fake sleep, just in case they could see me. I wasn’t really looking for a conversation at 5 in the morning and having to explain why I was awake to begin with.



I tried to slow down my breathing to really pull off the fake sleep act. I was almost a pro at it now and could easily fool anyone.



I wondered whether it was Michael or Mrs. Young who had walked down stairs. Whatever they were doing, it sounded like they were right beside the couch. It took all that I had to not open my eyes. I didn’t even peek, just in case.



I felt the couch dip near the middle where my mid-rift was. Following that, I felt a hand gently run down my arm. I cursed in my head when I twitched. And I knew it was noticeable because the hand moved away from me almost immediately.



I stayed still, listening intently. It was then that I got the scent of Mrs. Young’s perfume. The smell was strong and I’d always liked it. I would have been able to pick it out anywhere. I could hear her trying to breathe quietly as she sat on the side of the couch. She even sighed, and it almost sounded like a nervous breath.



What was she doing?



Another surprise, I felt her hand gently rub the side of my face. I successfully kept my cool by not twitching from the touch I didn’t see coming. She moved a few strands of my dark brown hair off of my forehead. I felt her leaning forward then she kissed my forehead. My heart leaped, wondering if that had actually just happened.



Only moments ago, I was about to have a relaxing few minutes of jerking off, and now Mrs. Young, my best friends mom, had just came down stairs to kiss my forehead. It wasn’t much, but I liked the closeness. And it only made me harder under the blanket. I’d never seen her that way even though I saw her as an attractive person, my thoughts never ventured that much further because of who she was.



I examined closely to where she was touching me. She moved her lips from my forehead and slid her hand down my arm to my wrist. She held it gently, just keeping her hand there. I felt her thumb rub over it as she got herself more comfortable on the couch.



“Matthew,” She said, barely whispering it. I don’t know why I didn’t open my eyes. I just decided not to. And I decided not to reply. I was still set on faking sleep.



Her other hand moved up to the side of my face and rubbed at my cheek. Why was she being so touchy? She was my best friends mom, and she was touching me like we both knew she never should have. Her other hand left my wrist, which strangely felt cold after it wasn’t touching me anymore and I didn’t like it.



But suddenly, she touched me somewhere else. And without any control my eyes snapped open and my head came up off the pillow. Her hand was on my lap, and I felt her fingertips gliding over the underside of my dick.



“Mrs, Young,” I whispered hesitantly. I felt helpless. I didn’t know what to do with my hands. First, I thought to remove her hand, but then I didn’t. Because well, when a girl touches your cock, you don’t do that.



“It’s okay, Matthew,” she tried to calm me down. The shock of my best friends mom still touching me where she was had still yet to set in all the way.



“What are you doing?” I stupidly asked.



She didn’t reply, but I didn’t take it that she was ignoring me. The tips of her fingers were still gently playing with my shaft through the blanket. If only she knew that my boxers were already down.



“I want to do this,” She replied after a few seconds of silence.



“Mrs. Young,” I regretfully protested, “I’m your sons best friend.”



“I know, Matthew,” She answered calming, wrapping all of her fingers firmly around my dick. I sat up more again, surprised still that she was going further with this. She pushed at my chest, making my back rest on the pillow behind me how it was before.



“We can’t do this,” I said, and begged in my thoughts that I wouldn’t have to put up with much more of the teasing.



“I lied to you,” she stated, getting me off guard.



“You lied?” I questioned.



“Upstairs,” she said, “I do get lonely sleeping in bed alone. Michael’s dad isn’t around a lot, you know that,”



“I really don’t think this is the answer, Mrs. Young,” I shook my head at her. I felt sorry for her. She was basically telling me she was lonely and horny. How was I supposed to flat out say no to that. Especially to her and what she wanted to do.



“I’m not going to beg,” She squeezed my cock tighter through the blanket. My mouth slightly opened and I sighed, not having a clue what to say.



“Please, Mrs. Young,” I begged, “things will be different after this. It’s not a good idea,”



I felt her tugging at the blanket. The only barrier between cock to hand contact.



“Matthew,” She whispered as she lowered her head closer to my lap. She had successfully lowered the blanket and I was completely exposed to her.



Her warm breath came down on the shaft of my dick as she got closer and closer, only teasing me along further.



“Fuck,” I said under my breath and tossed my head back to rest it on the pillow, frustrated from lack of attention my dick was getting from either hand or mouth. I couldn’t reject or stop her anymore, I was going to take it. Best friends mom or not.



Her tongue made contact first, and it made me relax. I sighed and looked down at her, barely being able to see her from the lack of lighting, but her silhouette was just as satisfying.



“Mrs. Young,” I whispered, just because I could. I guess in some way I was thanking her for doing what she was doing, the gentlest way I could. Her tongue felt nice. And her lips felt just the same when she began to kiss tiny pecks up and down my shaft.



“Call me Jenny, Matthew,” She instructed clearly then kissed the head of my cock slowly.



“Jenny,” I said, grabbing her hand just to hold on to it. She squeezed mine lightly with hers and brought her other hand to the base of my dick to keep it straight up in the air, pointing directly at her face. Just for her.



“Hmmm,” she hummed, opening her mouth wide to accommodate my girth. Her lips wrapped around me, and I felt that they were already wet, ready to suck me up.



I brought my other hand to the side of her face. I needed to touch her. Some part of her. I don’t know why, I just wanted her to know that I did want this, even though I expressed how wrong it was.



Her sucking started very gently, not rough at all. But her tongue was applying pressure big time on the underside of my dick.



“Oh my god,” I groaned, trying to keep my voice low. What would Michael do to me if he walked down stairs to see his moms face in my lap? He would kill me. He would literally kill me.



A little drip of Mrs. Yo . . . Jenny’s spit dribbled down my rod and settled at my balls. They were painfully waiting to be touched and groped at. Her slow and steady technique was driving me insane.



“Jenny,” I started. I needed more.



“Mhhmm,” she moaned as a reply, bobbing further down my cock, very slowly. I felt the head of my dick half way in her throat. The squeezing feeling was indescribable.



“Ohh,” I groaned again. “Touch my balls,” I commanded hesitantly.



Instead of listening to what I wanted, she squeezed at the base of my shaft even harder and took her mouth away from my dick and pumped several times up and down. My mouth opened as she brought my foreskin over the head of my cock repeatedly, not caring how close I was when she did that.



“Mrs. Young,” I tensed, “please,”



She stopped, taking both of her hands away from me completely. I looked down at her, wondering what she was doing. My dick had flopped back down on my stomach, but I felt it pulsing with my heart and saw it twitch a few times, begging for more attention.



“Don’t stop,” I whispered, being able to see her a lot better in the dark now. Her head moved further down between my legs and I moved them apart so she could have a better angle. Her tongue ran across my nut sack, swirling around the sensitive skin. “Ohh yes,” I approved, urging her to continue.



I put my hand on the top of her head again and pushed her closer to me. I felt my balls rub across her lips and her chin. She sucked one into her mouth, and I let go of her now that she knew exactly what I wanted.



I jerked myself off as she continued to suck in both of my balls, filling her mouth completely.



She released my balls from her mouth with a pop and pushed my hand away from my dick and let hers take its place. Her hard breathing didn’t go unnoticed. I loved that she was out of breath.



Her hair was still up in a messy bun from last night, and it was somehow even more messed up. I leaned forward as she engulfed my cock back into her mouth, deeper this time, and sucked with much more force than she had before. I grabbed at her hair tie and pulled it out of her hair, making it fall down on her back and some onto her face. I put the hair tie around my wrist and grabbed at some of her hair to hold it out of her face, and to pull her down on me more.

This story is bothering a lot of people. Warning: its a fetish story with some gay oral sex, ok? Don’t hurt yourselves by reading all the way through and then feeling disgust. This is a place of free will. I hope by changing categories I’ve improved things. It was a fun request story and an experiment, which has been interesting. Thank you for your interest and comments, one and all. Peace!



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Thank God, I had finally found a job. It had been a long, humiliating ten months since the firm I worked for had folded and even my manhood was beginning to feel threatened as I watched my wife run her busy salon uptown. But the holiday season was approaching and I had been hired by a big catering company. It was the industry I’d been in when I met my wife, Mariah, thirteen years ago, so I pretty much had the skills to land the pantry position, with a dessert chef apprenticeship possibility, too.



“Let’s get these things proofing. Then, if you’ll wrap the last of those tarts and put them away, we can get out of here.”



My boss was a tall European nearly twenty years my junior. I liked the guy a lot. I even had a little man crush on him if the truth be told.



“That couple!”



And we both broke out laughing again.



“Can you believe that guy’s dick!”



Jerome had a deep voice to go with his tall physique and he made a twelve inch span between his hands. We’d been the only ones left at the end of a big Thanksgiving gig at a lodge and there’d been a middle aged couple rather obviously making out in a booth in the corner.



Before we knew it, things had developed and we stopped what we were doing to check them out from the next room. It would have been impossible to ignore them since she had climbed into his lap, hitching her skirt up completely, revealing stockings and garter and a pretty good looking ass with no panties.



“You know, I think they knew we were watching. Did you see how she smiled at us when they were leaving?”



“His boner will be burned into my memory for a while,” I laughed.



I hoped he didn’t think I was gay. Nah….he knew I was married.



Later that night when I was showering I jerked off to the images that I’d gained at work, picturing the huge veiny cock on that man when the lady had climbed off. Was I a basement closet gay? I was aroused by seeing that couple fuck in public and the best part had been the ending when the steaming phallus was revealed inch by juicy inch.



Wow. I started to stroke myself faster in the shower as my own medium cock was doing its best to emulate the pole in my mind. I had girth enough to fill my wife’s pussy and she screamed when I drove it into her, but my cock was now pulsing to the images of the extra large model I couldn’t forget.



As the warm water lubricated my dick, my own pre cum was adding to the slickness. I squeezed my fingers tighter, sliding up and down my now steel hard rod, holding the end under the ridge as I began to jerk and spasm for an uncontrollably long ejaculation. By the time the last thick drops of my cum had finished bursting out of my convulsing cock my legs were weak and I felt dizzy.



Damn. I had cum so much I was a little embarrassed, because even though it was my secret, I knew it was because I’d been thinking of another man’s meat.



When I was in bed with Mariah later that night I got a nice thick boner and we made love like we hadn’t in some time. Sleeping beside her I was at peace, for obviously I hadn’t left the world of heterosexual love. I loved my wife as much as I ever had, but lately we’d been spare with each other as couples tended to do. That was something we had to change, I thought, as I drifted off to sleep beside her.



It was the middle of December and our schedule at work was bordering on ridiculous with private parties every night and even lots of extra staff. Jerome was in top form, keeping us all somehow fluid, and the place was decorated to the hilt. The business was located in one of the city’s oldest and largest manors. It had been built by a lumber baron. The ceilings were painted with frescoes. There were lions’ heads on the fireplace mantles and several floors of endless rooms and balconies.



“We have a double party tonight, as you all know, ladies and gentlemen. There will be people in every part of this house, as we’ve opened the whole place up by request. Please try to keep your smiles on and your legs lubricated. Now let’s get back out there!”



Jerome was in good spirits.



I already knew exactly who was coming tonight. My wife’s salon and their sister salon were having their Christmas party and that was going to be a little different for me. I had watched my wife laying out her gown the night before. It was a hot, tight number, slit up to there. It was also cut low to cling to her small firm breasts. She could still go braless, her lovely nipples accentuating the gentle slope of 34b orbs. She was proud of her toned figure and so was I. She would be wearing silk stockings like the lady from the lodge banquet. I was eager to see her arrive tonight.



But I was kept too busy to barely say hello to her all night. She looked dazzling, though, and I couldn’t wait to get home at the end of this night. I was planning to take off everything but those stockings and fuck her ever-loving brains out.



Nursing my horny thoughts, a well used memory popped up again: the night we saw that couple fucking and the dude’s giant dick. Then, indulging further, I thought of that strange man fucking my wife! I pictured him plunging into her while she bent over, spreading her pussy for him and taking every amazing inch.



In my mind I clearly saw them as he forced his large ramrod into her delicate pink. She moaned and braced herself, taking the entire beast to the hilt. Then he’d draw out slowly, revealing the shiny red cock, slippery with my wife’s hot juices…just like in my memory and the multitude of fantasies I’d had. Within seconds my work trousers were bulging, my own prick getting painfully stiff from these wild things in my uncontrollable head and I was glad to be wearing an apron to hide my boner. Luckily I was sent on another busy task and semi forgot my erotic thoughts for a while.



As the evening wound down and the guests were thinning out, I took a break. It was the first one I’d had all night so I felt ok about leaving the main rooms and wandering up to the second floor to get away and breath. I knew of a room that was always vacant and I let myself in.



I sank into a chair and felt my muscles release a load of energy as I gave in to the soft gravity. I was almost drifting off into another horny dream when I heard voices coming through a register in the floor near me. As I perked up my ears to listen, the sounds I heard perked up my interest. It was heavy breathing and sounded a lot like sex. I sat still and eaves-dropped as much as I could and then had to get up to find the source of the leak and discovered I could see through to the floor below.



A woman was on her knees with her face in a man’s lap, bobbing her head, moaning and rather writhing on the floor. The guy was big and wearing a white kitchen uniform. Just then he groaned, bending his head back and it was Jerome. By now I also knew that it was Mariah doing the sucking. My lovely wife was blowing my boss and I was getting a very hard boner myself, watching them.



I was fixated, and got my cock out of my pants and started to stroke myself. Rather than be pissed, I was hotter than I could ever remember in my entire life. Jerome had his eyes closed, thank god, because he might have been able to discover me, I had my face so close to the old mansion register as I beat myself and watched.



Jerome was holding my wife’s head now and pushing it down forcefully as he bucked and fucked her beautiful face. I knew what that felt like, she was good for sure. From what I could see, Jerome had a nice thick cock, too and I watched Mariah’s scarlet lips stretching in her best form, swallowing it into her mouth and then deeper into her throat. She was like a hinge-jawed snake, that bitch. She was proving her talents tonight with my boss and they both were getting louder as I was getting extremely turned on along with them.



Jerome was holding her head again as he arched his back and groaned, not letting her stop, spewing his abundant cum down her throat as she tried to swallow it, gagging and choking as he fucked her face over and over. My own orgasm was filling my hands with a ton of cum, too, and it took everything in me not to shout and give the whole voyeurism thing away. This was so hot I was just hoping I wouldn’t ruin a good thing. I was hooked, I wanted more. And the craziest thing of all was I wanted some of that cock, too.



I realized that I was probably losing track of time so I got up from the floor and cleaned up quickly. As I rounded the corner to the kitchen downstairs I almost crashed into Mariah. She had come looking for me to say she was leaving, and boy did she look frazzled. What was she thinking, the lovely slut.



But I grabbed her and pulled her around the corner and laid a kiss on her sex bruised lips, tasting another man’s semen in her mouth, still bitter and delicious! I was really aroused by the taste and where it had come from. She was reluctant at first then gave in to my thirst and let me drink in the last it. She felt warm and soft in my arms as I swirled my tongue in her mouth, savoring the flavored sex of another man. A man I liked. A taste I needed more of.



“Wow, honey! Where did that come from?”



She blushed, as if she weren’t already sex flushed. She tried to free herself from my hug, but not too seriously.



“It came from my heart, babe,” I smiled. “Something’s put me in a great mood. You look pretty happy yourself.”



“I think Jerome is looking for you,” she said and gave me a funny look.



“Yah, I’ve been looking, too. I gotta go help the crew. What a fucking night!”



We kissed again, my tongue searching out the last lingering molecules of her lover’s jism.



“See you at home,” she said and left before we would both be meeting my boss together.



That night I brought my IPad to our bed. We used to watch porn together sometimes and I thought it was time to revive the practice. Besides, watching others having sex had reminded me of an all time favorite of mine.



In it a woman slowly and tenderly fucked a very long, erect penis with her hands….squeezing and stroking the shiny purple cock, so obviously aching with pleasure as her manicured fingers moved up and back down. We snuggled and kissed as together we watched her masturbate the faceless man, as his moans and sighs kept building while her hands worked his lengthy erection.



As the sighs got louder and the streams of cum began to shoot out, I whispered to Mariah that this was the thing most erotic to me of all: watching a man shoot his load in ropes of white cream on or in almost anything. She nodded and said it drove her wild, too. Then she laughed and squeezed my cock, which was aching to feel her hands, her mouth, her pussy.



We fucked like we used to when we were first in love. Who knows what she was really thinking about her own secret, but I wanted to nudge her closer to mine. And she seemed as hungry for me as I had ever felt as we made love that night. I knew that I was thrilled at my discovery, only wanting to get another show. How was I going to pull that off?



For days the image of my handsome young boss fucking my wife’s face kept me in a half state of arousal, having to relieve myself more than usual and cuming in the biggest way. I have to admit that half the time I was beginning to change the fantasy more and more to me sucking the cock of my boss and licking his juices as he exploded in My face. Yes, it was something to admit to myself and then see what I could do about it.



The fact that I knew he was banging Mariah didn’t bother me, it elated me. I was in better spirits at work, him never the wiser to my good moods. I did start to pay more attention to her comings and goings which wasn’t easy with my schedule and the Holiday festivities she was involved in. But I just kept hoping for a sign of another rendezvous.



As it turned out, four days before Christmas I got my wish. The first tip off was the stockings again.



“What’s the occasion?” I startled her as she was putting on her earrings.



She jumped, but recovered fast, saying she had been given extra tickets to the opera and since she knew I couldn’t go she was taking Joan. “Besides, you don’t like Wagner, darling.”



Well, I knew she hated Wagner, and besides, she was blushing despite herself.



I could hope. She was also wearing the perfume she usually only wore for me! Aha.



At work, we were on our second to the last holiday gig and everyone was ready to get some time off. As another hopeful sign, when I got to work, I discovered that the boss was getting the second half of the night off, himself. Promising. I was gleeful as I hurried through my duties, and a co-worker said she’d cover for me to get out of there early.



My plan was to follow Jerome when he left. I managed to get off first and had a chance to watch as he left the parking lot. I was pretty sure where he was going and sure enough he pulled into his own house. And there was Mariah’s SUV parked in the driveway. I pulled up to the neighbor’s curb and waited while they got inside. I also wanted to give them enough time to get things rolling so hopefully I could sneak up.



The first thing I did was try the door, and it was unlocked. Quietly I stole inside. Not a soul was in sight and as I listened I could hear their voices coming from a room in the back of the house. I took off my shoes and tiptoed my way in until I saw a little light coming from a crack in a doorway. I carefully took a look and saw them.



They were already starting to fuck. Mariah was on her back with her legs tied to the bed posts and her arms were also tied, leaving her spread out and vulnerable. I admired the beautiful pert breasts of my wife. Jerome had mounted her and this time I was able to see his erection much better and it was a beauty, thick and swollen to the point of bursting. He was teasing her by barely entering her, and her exposed pussy was glistening and pink from her slickness as he stuck in the fat, purple head and then pulled it out to her protests.



I watched as he plunged it back in, his cock disappearing, smothered in her grabbing depths…grinding her into the bed and then suddenly denying her, holding himself above her, then again driving deep as she had to take whatever he did. She was trying to squirm but he had her cords pulled very taut and all she could do was beg. Seeing her like that was sensational.



I was seeing another side of my employer as he laughed at her and pulled all the way out again.



“Oh Jerome! Please fuck me, baby, please give me your heavy, hard cock. Fuck me!! Please put it inside me. Don’t torture me.” Moan, head roll. Pleading smile.



I was loving this so much. It was better than my dreams and I’d been dreaming about this a lot. I was rock hard too, of course and had unzipped myself and gotten a hold of my rod to play along at home, folks. Mariah was getting her wish now as he pounded away at her without pause. She was throwing her head from side to side and I could tell she was blinded by the lust driving her towards her orgasm.



“Your cunt is the tightest, Mariah. Your pussy’s so tight, baby. I’m so close I can’t stop fucking your hot, Slam, tight, Slam, fucking, Slam…..Pussy! Do you like my cock pounding into you, baby?”



He was driving so deep I could practically feel the floor moving. It was hot. It was so hot that I started to explode in my hand and all over the hall floor. I clenched my teeth as I burst with all my force, trying not to close my eyes. Mariah was screaming to the lord. Jerome was shoving himself into her with his own forceful ejaculation taking over. We were all cuming together.



And then I lost my balance. I stumbled into the room with my dick in my hand, as Jerome spun around and his eyes widened first in shock, then realization as to who had barged in. My wife was spread eagle, panting, furiously trying to rise, but couldn’t. And I was just embarrassed. Everyone was breathing hard and all I could do was stare at the long steaming organ of the man who was over my wife. It dripped their juices onto the bed and the floor as he began to get up and recover.



Still, nobody had said anything. He had whispered to her that it was me, though. She struggled against her straps but was bound.



I finally broke the silence. “Let me clean her up. I want to lick her now after you had her. Just let me do it and then we’ll go from there, eh.”



What I had really wanted to request was to clean them both up. But I wasn’t able to find the courage no matter how much I desired to suck on his cock.



And so as he watched from the side I climbed between her legs and licked her messy snatch. It was fragrant and sticky and I got hard again at the salty, pungent taste. Oh fucking yah, the same taste as our kiss that night after she had been nourished by his seed. I lapped and lapped and she began to writhe around in her bonds, getting hot and wet for my hungry mouth.



“Suck me. Suck on my clit. Give me your tongue, fuck my pussy with your mouth…eat me now!! “



On and on she begged, as I teased her luscious lips and clit, sucking and nipping, burying my fingers into her at the same time now. Just as I knew from her sounds that she was close, I put a finger in her butt and wiggled it as her orgasm tightened on my fingers and her ass convulsed in rhythm to her pussy muscles.



As she came, clenching my fingers tightly, I hungrily licked the streaming female taste of her, slick and viscous as it poured into my mouth. One of my favorite flavors, enhanced with man cum, and I gave her pulsing clit a good long suck.



She screamed loudly and I could see Jerome beating his meat out the side of my vision. It was so hot, as my wife and her lover were cuming with my pleasure. Just as she was starting to subside, without hesitation I got up and grabbed his still throbbing member and finished him off.



I bravely fell to my knees and sucked it into my mouth while he was still pumping, hoping his ecstasy would allow for this. His thick hot cum was my elixir, my egg nog, my insane delight. It was the moment I’d been waiting for, the feel of a steel bar of flesh in my lips, my mouth, my throat…his hot ridged skin sliding over my begging tongue… lightly brushing my teeth.



He let me milk his cock and I drank the last sizzling drops down my throat with pleasure as he now had to fuck my face, his passion too far gone to stop himself from pumping in and out of my greedy mouth. Finally he stopped spasming and his cock fell from my gripping lips. I was pretty clean for I had taken everything down my throat. I stared at the gorgeous member hanging in front of me, trying not to grin. I reached out and gave it one more little tug…it could be my last chance.



“Fucking damn that was hot!” Mariah had gotten a good view of what we had done and she was smiling at us as I finally released his penis.



“Why am I not surprised…” she mused.



“I am surprised, man” was all Jerome managed to say. But he wasn’t backing down. He was smiling with us. “I have never ever had my cock in another man’s mouth, I swear.”



“But its too hot to resist, right?” I said. “Its better because you were fucking Mariah first, then I did you both to round it out.” Not a bad theory. I wanted to cut through any awkwardness.



“You know that this means you must admit you love cock, husband.” Jerome was beside her, untying her bonds and he kissed her mouth and helped her up.



“Yah, man. You have definitely got a thing for cock, I’d say.” But it wasn’t a judgement under the circumstances.

The dog, the cat, Mom, Dad, my bed, I thought I would miss any one of those most while I was State. Never did I think my list would include my twin sister, Dana. Don’t get me wrong, we get along wonderfully. I have friends with older brothers or younger sisters, and they fight like rivals. But me and Dana? We always got along. Maybe it’s different for twins, I don’t know. Still, I thought a year away would be a good thing, a chance for me to be Dan Stewart and not half of Dan and Dana Stewart.



Some fraternal twins barely look like siblings, especially if one is a boy and the other is girl. But that’s not how it worked for me and Dana. Skinny like me, Dana had tits, but small tits. Don’t ask me about cup sizes, I’m a dude, I’ve never bought a bra in my life. But if I had to guess, I’d say a b-cup. It’s not as if she was completely flat chested, but she didn’t have any cleavage, either. It’s embarrassing to know we wear the same pant size. Oh, and Dana likes to color her long hair with low-lights and high-lights. I don’t. My hair is brown, dark brown, the same color brown Dana’s hair would be if she abandoned highlights. Otherwise, we both have the same dark eyes, oval shaped faces, high cheek bones, straight teeth, and full lips. Not Angelina Jolie fat lips, but full enough. Women always talk about my lips and I have guy friends who would point out Dana’s lips, which was weird, since I have the same lips.



I was standing in her room, watching her get dressed before we went to the mall. She traded one pair of shorts and a t-shirt for another. Maybe it’s weird that I was standing there while she got dressed, but we were twins, we grew up together, we were used to seeing each in their underwear. It’s not as if it’s a big deal, you know? Anyway, that’s when I saw the tattoo she had on her back. Not a tramp stamp, Dana wouldn’t do that. It was a little butterfly on her shoulder blade, just the left of her right bra strap. “When did you get that?”



Dana didn’t need to ask “Get what?” She knew what I meant. Twins always know what their brother or sister means. “Last semester,” she said, turning so I could see it better. “You like it?”



I laughed, pulling off my shirt. On the same shoulder, in roughly the same spot, I had a bigger tattoo of a dragon shooting out fire. “I like mine more.” She laid her hand on my shoulder, running her fingers over the smooth, ink stained flesh. I don’t know why, but her touch felt good.



“When did you get it?”



“Last semester,” I said, smirking. “October 15th.”



Recognizing the date, she laughed. I didn’t need to ask when she got hers. She had gotten her butterfly tattoo on the same day, for the same reason. A birthday present to herself.



We skipped down the stairs, told Mom and Dad we’d see them later, and went to the mall where we hung-out for hours, laughing at the people, each other, and getting caught up. Secrets don’t work between the two of us, they never have. Even secrets you don’t share don’t work. “So, you know how we always end up doing the same things, right?” she asked over a cup of coffee at Starbucks. I nodded. She didn’t need to explain the thought. From tattoos to losing our virginity the same nights, I swear it’s scary how similar we were. And for the record, we were not together when we lost our virginity. Like getting tattoos on our birthdays, we both lost our virginity after our Senior proms.



“Yeah,” I said, sipping my latte and making sure I wasn’t doing it at the same time she was. I hate when we do that. Just like how I hate it when we both order the same thing. She had ordered a caramel something, so I had purposely ordered my second choice, a mocha latte.



She looked over her shoulder, checking to make sure no one else was close enough to hear. No one was, but we still bent close to each other. I remember how she looked at me before she spoke. Her eyes, so similar to the eyes I see every morning in the mirror looking back at me; her eyes searched mine, trying to read depths she already knew. “So, while you were at college, did you ever… you know…?”



“Did I what?” I asked when she didn’t offer anything more. It felt weird to come up blank, but I recognized the look in her eyes.



“Really? You’re going to make me say it?”



“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She stared at me for a long moment, searching eyes she knew, looking for a sign that I was lying. She wouldn’t find one. “Just tell me.”



“No, not if you didn’t do it, too,” she said, leaning back. Picking up her latte, taking a sip, and holding it close to her face, as if she was trying to hide behind the paper cup.



“What did you do?”



“You tell me.”



I had nothing. Completely blank. Zero. Zip. What did she do? What did she do that I might have done, too? “Get drunk? Get high? Get laid?” I tried. I was closer with the last one. “More than one at time?” That was something I had done. It was my roommate’s girlfriend and we double teamed her one night. It was hot as hell. My roommate, Brad, looked hot as hell fucking her. He was big, too. Not as big as me, I’m pretty gifted down there, but Brad’s prick was fat and thick enough to please any woman. I’ll be honest, I got hot as hell watching Brad plow that tight, tiny pussy. “You had a threeway, didn’t you?” I said, seeing I was right before she ever answered. “And it was hot as hell.” That last part wasn’t a question, it was a statement of fact. I knew how hot it was. “Were the guys roommates?”



“Just one guy,” she said. Dana looked relieved that I had caught up with her and she wasn’t alone in her debauchery. “Me and my roommate and a guy.”



“Her boyfriend?” I asked, catching up with her. “For me, it was my roommate and his girlfriend.”



She smiled. “How was it?”



“Hot as hell, what about for you?”



“Oh yeah,” she said and we both laughed as we replayed favorite moments in our heads. “So, let me ask you this, afterwards, were things sort of weird between you and Brad?”



“No, why? Where things weird between you and Teresa?”



“Sort of. I mean, once you cross that line, you can’t pretend it never happened, you know?” she asked. I nodded. I know I wondered if it was going to be something that would happen every time Brad’s girlfriend came to visit. It hadn’t, but I always hoped that it would.



“I think it’s different for guys.”



“Really? I always heard it was the other way around. It’s sort of okay for girls to do it. At least that’s what I kept telling Teresa before we did it.” While Dana laughed, I realized we weren’t talking about the same thing anymore.



“Wait, you and Teresa?”



“Duh,” she said before her smile faded and she realized why I asked. “You mean, you and Brad didn’t… you know…”



“Cross swords?”



Before nodding, she smirked, but it was just a flash.



We sat in silence as we wrestled with the truths just shared. Whether she meant to or not, Dana had just admitted she went both ways. Worse, we were out of synch. I say worse, because we’re never out of synch. It’s a funny feeling when it happens, as if something is wrong in the universe. We’re never out of synch, we just know about each other. I knew the first time she bled and our parents would tease us that maybe I would need a Midol, too, since I got grouchy at the same time each month as Dana.



“So, I guess we both like pussy,” I joked, hoping to ease the divide between us.



“Yeah, maybe,” Dana said, but I knew my answer didn’t satisfy her. It couldn’t. It didn’t satisfy me, so why would it satisfy her?



We left Starbucks, wandered around the mall for a while longer, but it didn’t feel the same. Back in the car, I confessed to her. “If it matters, I thought it was really hot seeing Brad naked and hard.”



“But you didn’t do anything with him.”



“I know.”



“Did you want to?”



I didn’t answer, but I didn’t need to.



“So why didn’t you?” she asked.



“I don’t know, because it’s gay?”



“But you wanted to, didn’t you?” she asked again, even though she already knew the answer. Now she was teasing me.



“Shut up.”



“You wanted to suck on his big, hard cock, didn’t you?”



“Shut up!” I insisted.



“Were you jealous when she got to suck on it and you didn’t?”



“Did you get jealous when he went down on her and not you?” I shot back.



“No, but I did get jealous when it wasn’t me going down on her.”



“You’re a real bitch.”



“And you’re half gay, just like me.”



“No I’m not.”



“Yes you are” and we argued back and forth like siblings the rest of the way home. She kept calling me gay and I kept denying it, but I got hard, too. Really hard. And she knew I was excited (because she was, too). And she teased me about that, too. “You can’t wait to jerk off, can you?”



“Fuck you.”



“You’re going to think about Brad’s big, fat, hard cock and jerk off.”



“Why? Because you want to think about eating Teresa’s pussy while you do it, too?”



“You know it. But I’m going to think about you, too.” I looked at her, shocked. “I’m going to think about you with a big dick in your mouth.”



Back home, we had an hour before dinner. I locked myself in my bedroom and did what Dana said I was going to do. I jerked off, but I didn’t think about Brad’s prick, not entirely. I also thought about Dana eating pussy and right before I came, an image flashed in my head of Dana watching me suck cock. That was the last image in my head before I came and I came hard.



I was dressed before she knocked on my door. The bitch tried to open the door at the same time. I pulled on a t-shirt before opening the door. “Hoping to catch me doing it?” I asked.



“Smell my finger,” she said, shoving her finger beneath my nose. I smelled her pussy.



“Freak,” I told her. I mean, really, who does that? What kind of sister makes her brother smell her finger after she’s masturbated? (Yeah, hot sister who’s a fucking horn-dog, just like her brother.)



“Wanna-be,” she said, laughing and running down the stairs before me to the dinner where Mom and Dad told us about their trip.



“Two weeks. Can we trust you two?” Mom asked, looking stern.



“Come on, Mom, we’re adults. We’re almost twenty. Besides, you know Dana will rat me out if I try to do anything.”



“Me?” Dana objected. “You’re the tattle-tale! I can’t get away with crap!”



Dad laughed, laid out the usual ground rules (no parties, no more than one friend over at the house each, and the usual bullshit). While he talked, Dana and I swapped the kind of glance only twins can do. We didn’t grin, smirk, or wink. We just glanced at each and knew we had each other’s backs no matter what happened during those two weeks.











We drove Mom and Dad to the airport, hanging out with them until they had to go through security. Without conversation, we waited until we knew the plane was in the air before we headed back to the house. “Teresa wants to come to visit,” Dana told me on the way home. “Is that okay?”



“Miss eating pussy?” I teased.



“Fuck you. And no fucking her, okay?”



“I just want to take the pictures of you doing it,” I said, thinking I was still teasing.



“You suck dick for me and I’ll let you watch.”



Instant hard-on. Okay, not really instant, more like insistent. I felt myself growing hard, tried to will my prick to stop getting that way, and lost the battle even as a second thought occurred to me. “What did you tell her about me?”



“Nothing,” she lied. “She heard about you all year and wants to meet you. But she doesn’t know you’re a wanna-be.”



I knew she was lying, but I didn’t call her on it. If I knew she was lying, then she knew I knew, that’s just the way it works with twins.



“Are you going to jerk off again when we get home?”



“Why, do you want to watch?” I asked. I thought I was being outrageous. I thought I was teasing. But the moment the words were out, my hard-on throbbed and I knew I wanted her to watch. I wanted her to see me get off. I wanted her to see me cum.



“If you leave your door open,” she said, her voice very soft, barely above a whisper.











Our rooms were across the hall from each other, with the doors facing. My prick was still hard as I walked up the stairs wondering if I was really going to do it. Was I really going to leave my door wide open while I jerked off? There wasn’t any question in my mind that I was going to jerk off. I needed to do it, nothing else would ease my pent-up frustrations. It was early in the afternoon, before two o’clock. I knew I would probably jerk-off more than once. It wasn’t uncommon for me to get off two or three times in a day, then I might go a day or two without doing anything or only doing it once before I would have to do it two or three times again. I don’t know, it’s just how my body worked. If I had a girlfriend, I could do her like five or six times in a single day if she would let me. My personal record is seven orgasm. With a girl, I mean, not on my own. Doing it myself, my personal best was five times in one day, but that was a long time ago.



I rubbed the front of my pants as I walked up the stairs, sensing Dana following behind me without looking. I ignored her and went into my room. She didn’t follow and I didn’t see her in the hallway, either. I guessed she turned left and walked into her room. I pulled off my t-shirt, I don’t know why. I don’t always get naked when I jerk-off. Sometimes, I just push my pants down around my thighs, below my balls, and I just do it: fast and easy. I have a lot of ways of jerking off. I think most guys do. Sometimes I use lotion, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I’ll spit on my hand and pretend it’s a hot chick doing it, rubbing me with her spit like Ginger used to do. She loved to do that, half suck me and half jerk me off. Sometimes I think she did it that way because she never wanted me cum in her mouth, but I don’t know. I never cared. I was getting off and that’s all that ever mattered.



I took off my shorts and underwear. My cock was hard, really hard. It strained up against my flat stomach, knocking against my tummy every time I throbbed. I like how my cock looks. I like when it’s hard like that, where all the veins are bulging and I know I can make myself cum really fast if I want to, but I didn’t want to cum really fast this time. I knew Dana might watch me. I don’t know. Maybe she was just going to do it in her own room. Maybe she was naked right now, too, just like me. Maybe she was laying on her bed, fingering her pussy. I could look. I could peek through my door. Instead, I glanced at through my door, seeing her door, seeing her door was wide open, like mine. Was she really going to watch?



Like I said, I have lots of ways of jerking off and I guess I’ll admit one of them here. Sometimes, I like to finger my asshole when I do it. If I’m going to use lotion, that’s what I do. Not always, but sometimes. Okay, maybe most of the time when I use lotion. I like to keep my cock and balls shaved, all the way shaved. Girls seem to like it, too. And I shave everywhere, including back there. Sometimes, I’ll finger my asshole and imagine it’s my girlfriend’s ass or her pussy or… Well, never mind what else, because this isn’t about Brad or some other dude, it’s about me and Dana, okay?



I have a toy, too. It’s a skinny dildo I stole from one of my girlfriends. Saying I stole it isn’t quite right. I got it for her to use on me. That’s what we did. We never did that, me and her. But I sure did it to myself plenty of times. Enough times that I wished I had gotten a bigger one, a life-sized one. If this skinny one felt good inside my asshole, I bet a life-sized one would feel even better. But I never bought one. I don’t know, it felt weird buying a sex toy for just me.



Since I had already decided to use lotion, I decided I would the toy, too. If Dana wanted to watch, then I would give her something to watch, something that would make her head spin. I pulled out the toy before I lubed myself up, setting in on my desk. Our rooms are laid out the same way. Like my room, her bed is pushed against the wall. If you look through the doorway of her room (or mine), all you would see is the foot of the bed. Otherwise, there was a dresser and a desk on the wall the door rested against when it was open. If we were both sitting at our desks, and our doors were open, we could see each other. We used to make faces at each other when we did homework together. Anyway, that’s where I stood, because sometimes, I like to watch porn on my laptop while I’m jerking off and my laptop sits on my desk. But I didn’t bother with any porn that afternoon. I didn’t need any. I was already as hard as I could get. Instead, I lubed up.



I use unscented hand lotion when I jerk off. Mostly because I don’t want to smell like a girl when I’m done. I rubbed some lotion across the area where I should have pubic hair, above and around my hard shaft. I coated my balls, too. I always do. I like to have extra lotion and leaving a lot of lotion around my cock and balls makes it easier to keep my hand slippery. I slipped a finger between my legs, beneath and behind my ball sac, reaching and touching my smooth asshole. I allowed my finger to slip inside, enjoying the way my prick jumped when I did it. Damn, I was excited!



I didn’t look to see if Dana was watching me. I guess I wanted to believe she was. If I looked and she wasn’t standing there watching me, I think it would have bothered me more than thinking she was watching. Instead, I just did what I wanted to do. I picked up the toy, reached behind my back, and wormed it into my lubricated asshole. That’s when I heard a gasp and I looked. Again, I didn’t mean to look, I wasn’t going to look, but hearing that gasp as soon as I pushed the toy up my ass made me turn my head. I remember jumping a little with an “oh shit, I’ve been caught” jump, which I think is only natural when you’re getting ready to jerk off. Anyway, I looked, and Dana was standing there. Not in her doorway, but standing in my doorway. She was wearing the same panties and bra I saw her in earlier. I don’t know if she had masturbated or not.



“Do it,” she said, her eyes moving over my body with the sort of hungry look vampires give their prey in horror movies before they jump and attack.



Grabbing my slippery cock, I stroked myself. I kept my eyes forward, staring at the wall in front of me where posters I had collected still hung. There was a hot poster of a blonde in a bikini with the words, “Study hard,” written across the bottom. Did Mom or Dad have any idea how many times I had jerked off to that poster after I got it? Mom probably didn’t, but I bet Dad could guess if he thought about it. I stared at that hot looking blonde, knowing Dana could see, knowing she watching. “You’re a pervert,” I told her.



“You’re the one with a dildo up his ass,” she said. “Still want to tell me you’re not gay?”



“Shut up,” I said, caressing myself carefully to make myself last a bit longer.



“Do you wish that was Brad fucking your ass?” she asked.



Even though I didn’t want to look at her, I gave her a sardonic look. It was an automatic thing, like how I jumped when I first knew she was watching. And when I looked at her, I saw her with a hand inside her panties. She was fingering herself.



“Cum for me,” she said and I did. I came as soon as she said it, whether I wanted to do it or not. Maybe she knew how close I was or maybe she was that sort of close, too. I don’t know, I just know, she told me cum for her and I did. My cock erupted, spraying my load so fast, I almost missed catching it in my hand. As I reached to block the semen from spray across my desk, laptop, and probably the wall, too; the toy fell out of my ass. It didn’t matter. It had served its purpose. It had helped me get off and from the way Dana looked, it had helped her, too.



“You know how wrong this is,” I said, picking up a towel had tossed across the back of my chair after my shower that morning. I didn’t try to cover myself as I faced her, but I did wipe off the extra lotion on my hands, cock, and balls. And I saw how she was looking at me, the way her eyes kept looking at my still hard prick.

“I dare you to stay naked.”



“I will if you will,” I said and I watched as she unsnapped her bra. When she took off her panties, I saw she was shaved, too. My cock throbbed again and I’ll admit it, I wanted to jerk-off a second time right then and there, except I didn’t. “What do you want to do now?”



“I don’t know. I need to call Teresa and see when she can get her. Maybe I need to tell her to bring a friend, too. A guy friend.”



“Shut up,” I said, though my cock twitched again while I told her my lie. “Unlike you, I’m not gay.”



“No, you just own your own sex toy,” she said, tossing her bra and panties into her bedroom and heading towards the stairs.







It felt weird being in the house with both of us naked. I stayed hard. I didn’t mean to stay hard, but I did just the same. Anytime I started to get soft, another sexy thought would cross my mind and I got hard again. If it felt weird being naked in front of Dana, it felt just as weird seeing her naked. Dana’s body was so much like mine, except for having girl parts. Her waist was more narrow, but she had a small, tiny ass like me and she was in shape like me. Whether I wanted to admit it or not, I liked seeing her naked and from the way she looked at me, I knew she was enjoying the show of seeing me naked and hard.



Dana and I talked, mostly about Teresa. She told me about her threesome, which kept me hard as hell. She told me how it didn’t start off with her and Teresa playing, but it went there. Teresa’s boyfriend wanted to see them kiss and then touch and then do the rest of the stuff. I remember how I wished Brad’s girlfriend would suggest something like that, but she never did. I would have done it, though. If Brad’s girlfriend had told me to touch his prick or suck on it or bend over and take it like a man, I would have done it all in a heartbeat.



“So what about later? After Teresa’s boyfriend left? You sort of knew you wanted to do it again with her, right?”



“Yeah,” Dana said, blushing a bit. “Even when he was there, for me, it got to be more about doing her. I didn’t care if he fucked me or anything, I just wanted to kiss her again or go down on her again. Afterwards, I kept coming up with reasons to be there when she got changed and trying to make something happen between us.”



“But she didn’t want to do it?”



“I don’t know. I think she’s just a slow starter. She says she likes doing stuff with me, but she still wants to be with boys, too.”



“What about you?”



“Yeah, I guess. I mean, I like boys still. I like seeing you hard and, you know, stuff.”



I thought about asking if she wanted to touch me, if maybe she wanted to fuck, but I didn’t. I knew, if I did ask her, she would want to. I knew it because that’s what I wanted to do to her. I wanted to suck on her titties and finger her pussy. I wanted to shove my hard cock between her legs and feel how hot and wet she was. I wanted to eat her asshole. I bet no one has ever done that to her before and I knew she would like it. Instead, I kept my mouth shut and when it felt like that wasn’t going to work, I changed the subject. “When is Teresa going to get here?”



“Oh fuck, like any minute!” Dana said, looking at the time. Laughing, we ran upstairs for clothes. We left our doors open as we got dressed. “I sort of wish she wasn’t coming now,” Dana called to me.



“Me too,” I said, thinking that maybe it was a good thing. If we were left alone and naked, who knows what would have ended up happening?











I had heard about Teresa and seen pictures of her on my sister’s Facebook, but that wasn’t the same as meeting her. She was hot with blonde hair, blue eyes, and freckles across her nose. Her pale skin looked especially white next to Dana or me. Our mom is like half Indian or a quarter Greek or some shit that makes me and Dana naturally darker than most. “Oh my fucking God, you really ARE twins!” Teresa squealed as soon as she saw me. “That’s just scary,” she said, insisting the two of us stand side-by-side. It was a routine we were used to with new people.



“Were you able to get a hold of your friend?” Dana asked.



“Yeah, but he can’t get here until later. Is that okay?”



I gave Dana a look, wanted to ask about whatever friend they were talking about, but I already knew. “It’s not happening,” I told Dana.



“What?” she asked, trying to look innocent, but her devilish horns kept knocking the halo off her head. I knew better and she knew I did.











While Teresa and Dana played catch-up, I sat in front of the TV. The two girls would whisper at each other, look at me, and giggle. But the problem with telling secrets to a twin is that the other twin can guess what you said. Some of it I overheard, but the rest, I could guess what they were talking about and how I was being set-up.



“But he’s your brother,” Teresa said at one point. I knew Dana was giving the same answer I would have given. If it doesn’t bother me, why should it bother you? Dana was lying when she said we had never done anything like this before, because what do you call want had happened this afternoon? Or how we had to scramble upstairs to get dressed before Teresa showed up? But it was a lie Teresa bought. And as for us being brother and sister? “It would be sort of hot,” Teresa mumbled too loud. “You’re both so much alike.”



It was while Teresa was in the bathroom that Dana came clean to me. “You know what’s going to happen tonight, right?”



“The two of you are going to rape me?” I asked, knowing that’s not what she meant.



“You can’t rape the willing,” Dana said. “And once you meet Kris, I think you’re going to be more than willing.”



“What do you know about this guy?”



“That after he stopped dating me, he started dating a dude.”



“Bullshit. Who broke it off?”



“He was just a fling,” Dana said. “I had a boyfriend at the time. Remember Tony?”



“The guy who couldn’t kiss worth a damn?”



“Yeah, him.”



When Teresa came back to the room, I called her on their plans. “You know I don’t really go both ways, right?”



Teresa gave Dana a panicked looked.



“Ask him about his toy,” Dana said, glaring at me.



“What toy?”



“Nothing,” I said, deciding three was company and I went up to my room. I wanted to jerk off again, but didn’t. Instead, I surfed the ‘net, looking at porn, and trying not to think too much about how hot Teresa and Dana could look together or the way they were setting me up. Did I really want to go there? Yeah, I thought Brad had looked hot with his big, fat cock. And yeah, if his girlfriend had been into it, I might have done something with Brad, but that didn’t make me gay, did it? I was curious, so what? I stayed in my room, thinking more about how much I wanted to fuck Teresa than about the man coming over later. Even after I heard the car in the driveway and the knock at the door, I didn’t budge until I was called.



Kris sat on our couch and I’ll admit, I didn’t think much about him. To me, at that moment, he was just a dude. Yes, I noticed that he was skinny and well built, just like how I noticed he had greenish blue eyes, a bit of stubble from a razor that leaves the stubble behind, and short, dark hair. If pressed, I could describe him well enough for a police officer to put out an all points bulletin on the man, but that doesn’t mean I checked him out. He was just a dude, sitting on my parents’ couch and hoping to get laid by my sister again.



Did Kris check me out? I don’t know. If he did, I didn’t notice it. He looked at me, but I’m so used to people looking at me and my sister that I don’t think I would have noticed if he was checking me out. He seemed nice, but what the hell else am I supposed to say? Just because I knew he went both ways didn’t mean I was going to drop to my knees between his legs and start sucking on his prick, you know? Still, there was a vibe in the room as we met. Whether we admitted it or not, the four of us knew we were together for sex. We knew both girls and one guy went both ways. We knew Dana had been with two of three people and as for me, well, you already know what had happened between me and her.



I played it cool. I wasn’t going to make this easy on Dana, even if I was curious. Fuck her and her two friends. I’m not a piece of meat.



Our parents buy wine by the box. There was a big box in the refrigerator and it was mostly full. Dana put it on the coffee table and we sat around the living room feeling the tension in the air. Our living room has two big sofas that sit in an L-shaped configuration. Both sofas recline on both ends. How many nights before we went away from college had Dana and I sat in this same living room with our parents, all four of us kicked back in full recline mode, staring at the TV above the fireplace? I sat in Dad’s spot, front and center to the TV. Teresa sat on the other end of my sofa. Nearest to me sat Kris, while Dana sat on the far end.



I’m not good with tension in the air, even if it’s fun, sexy tension. I’m not good about being manipulated, either. I always assumed Dana felt the same way, which was why it felt strange to see her sitting at her end of her couch with a goofy smile on her face, as if she was enjoying the tension. Hell, maybe she was, I don’t know. I think she was excited, I mean sexually excited. I noticed her nipples looked hard. No, it’s not something I would have noticed otherwise, but after this afternoon? I guess it seemed okay for me to notice. I wasn’t hard, not all the way hard. I was excited, but I had spent the rest of the afternoon and most of the evening being excited. Watching porn in my room hadn’t been a good idea. Knowing Teresa and Dana were sometimes lovers made it worse.



“You know they’re expecting us to have sex,” I said to Kris, cutting right through the tension in the air.



“Yeah, Teresa told me. You ever make it with a man before?”



“No,” I said, not bothering to ask about him. I already knew about him. Instead, I asked, “You like it?”



“Yeah, it’s hot. You know all the body parts, you know?”



I shrugged. I didn’t know.



“You and Dana get it on?” he asked.



“Nah. She watched me jerk off once, that’s about it.”



“Too bad, she’s hot.”



“Yeah she is,” I admitted. “You and Teresa ever hook up?”



“No, I only know her because she was Dana’s roommate.”



“You know they do it, right?”



“Hey!” Teresa protested and Dana laughed at her. “You told?”



“He’s my brother! He would have guessed.”



“So, you’re not into that?” I asked Teresa.



“No, it’s fun. I just don’t want it to get around, that’s all.”



“You think I’m going to tell?”



“You’re sister did.”



“But just me, that’s all.” I looked at Kris, hoping he could help out.



“I wasn’t sure,” he said. “I sort of guessed, but I didn’t know. Dana never told me.” That seemed to satisfy Teresa. He looked at me, “So, do you want to fuck your sister?”



“Before today? I don’t think so.”



“What about now?”



“Fuck, I don’t know,” I said, looking at Dana and reading the look in her eyes in that way we can do. “I know she wants to fuck me,” I said.



“Fucker,” she said, flipping me off, but then she laughed, too, and she upped the ante. “Maybe I’ll just fuck Kris and you can wish it was you doing it.”



“Which part?” Kris asked, demonstrating he was as funny as he was good looking.



“Have you ever seen two guys together?” Teresa asked Dana.



“No, but I bet it’s hot looking.”



“If you do it, it makes you gay, right?” she asked me.



“I guess, I don’t know. I mean, does it matter? What does it make me if I fuck my sister?”



“A pervert,” Kris said.



I ignored his joke, though I thought it was funny. I stayed focused on Teresa. “Is that what bothers you about doing it with Dana? You’re afraid she’ll turn you lesbian?”



Teresa nodded.



“Do you like dick?” I asked. She nodded again. “You like to suck it and fuck it and hold it in your hands?” She nodded again. “Then you’re not lesbian.”



“But I sort of like doing stuff with her, too,” she said, nodding at Dana as if we didn’t know who she was talking about.



“Who do you want to see naked? Me and him or her?” Kris asked, picking up on things.



“All of you,” she said, blushing deeply. It was cute to see fair skinned and freckle faced Teresa blushing, she turned really red, like a sunburn red.



“If I suck cock, will you eat pussy?” Kris asked her. She nodded. “And if Dan fucks Dana, will you kiss her while he does it?”



“Hey, why am I fucking my sister?” I asked.



“Because I plan on fucking your ass at the same time. Dude, if you’re going to be wrong, you might as well be all the way wrong.” All of us laughed and I’ll admit, for the first time that night, I found Kris attractive in a sexual way.



“So what’s it going to take to get the ball rolling?” I asked, looking around the room.



“Suck him,” Dana told me.



“Whoa, why me?”



“Because he’ll let you do it and he’s the only one who has to get a little naked for it to happen.”



“What are you going to do while I do it?”



“Watch,” she said and felt my hard-on straining for a release I wasn’t ready to give it yet.



“Fuck, I’m easy,” Kris said, kicking off his shoes and reaching for the front of his pants. It felt as if the world started spinning faster than it had before. One moment, we were talking and teasing each other and now he was ready to get naked? Check that, not ready. No, he was already getting naked. After tossing off his shoes, he lifted his ass off the couch and shucked off his pants and underwear in one fell swoop. I say his pants and underwear, but to be honest, I never noticed if he was wearing underwear. Instead, my eyes were on the prize of seeing Kris’s hard cock for the first time. Like Brad, his cock was long and fat. Don’t ask me who had the bigger cock, because I don’t know. Kris’s look bigger, but then again, I was about to see Kris’s up close and personal.



“Do it,” Teresa said, though I don’t think I needed the encouragement. I was already moving to the floor before I was even aware of doing it. I mean, I guess part of me knew I was doing it, but that’s not how it felt. I remember Teresa saying, “Do it,” and me being on my knees, between Kris’s knees, and if I teleported there without sliding off the couch first.



I remember noticing the tan line beneath Kris’s belly button, the stark white that followed beneath a solid line. Above that line, his flat stomach was well tanned. His legs were well tanned, too, from about halfway down his thighs. I remember noticing his balls, big balls, pretty balls (I don’t give a shit what anyone else says about ball sacs, I like the way they look). His balls were shaved and the rest of his pubic hair was closely cropped with a bare band around his hard prick. I remember being between his legs, my hands on thighs, somewhere around the spot where white flesh transitioned back to tanned flesh. His legs were hairy, like a man’s legs are supposed to be.



I looked over at Dana. She was smiling the thrilled smile I felt inside of myself. I don’t know if she knew how much I wanted to do this. I guess she did, I mean, we know everything else about each other. I do know, I could see my “want to” reflected in her eyes as “I want to see this.”



I grabbed hold of Kris’s fuckstick, opened my mouth, and became at least half gay. “Oh fuck yeah!” Dana said the moment I began.



Kris’s cock felt like, well, it felt like a hard cock in my mouth. How do you describe something like this to someone who’s never done it before? In a lot of ways, it’s just what you would expect. The skin is soft, maybe softer than I expected? I don’t know, it’s sex skin, so it’s different than the skin on someone’s hands, back or stomach. And I could smell him. You know that smell of someone being naked? That sort of moist aroma that I guess comes from body parts trapped inside of clothes too long? It’s a great smell and he didn’t smell like a woman, he smelled like a man. A real man. All man. And I liked it, but not as much as I liked feeling the terrain of his hard-on inside my mouth. There are lumps from veins and bumps as the head transitions in the shaft. I wasn’t worried about my teeth. Maybe I should have been, but I automatically knew from all the blow jobs I had received that teeth are bad while sucking. I remember it being hotter than I expected, as if his prick was five degrees warmer than the rest of his body. I remember feeling the strength of it, too. You know how a guy’s cock gets hard? When it’s inside your mouth, even though it’s covered in soft flesh, you can feel the strength inside there, like a bone or something; a pulsating, throbbing, living bone.



I sucked Kris with the fire of someone who has found their calling. Having his prick in my mouth felt right, as if I had been made to do this. I knew I would still want pussy, I don’t think anything can stop me from wanting pussy. But I knew this wasn’t going to be a one-time-only thing. This was something I wanted to do again and again. I bobbed my head, caressed his shaft, and clutched at his balls.



“How’s he doing?” Dana asked.



“You sure this is your first time?” Kris asked me. I didn’t stop to answer him. I knew what I wanted. I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I wanted to feel his orgasm against my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I wanted to see if he would taste slightly salty like my semen does. I wanted to know if he would cum hard or soft; would he shoot a big load like I had this afternoon or a smaller load? I wanted him to cum, for me, and for my sister. I wanted Dana to see me swallow cum, just like how she was watching me suck cock for the first time.



“Do it,” she encouraged, resting her hand on the back of my head and following my head as I bobbed up and down. “Make him cum.” Big surprise, she was feeling the same way I was. I looked up at her and she smiled, knowing what I knew. “You’re so fucking hot,” she told me.



“Oh fuck!” Kris groaned. “He’s going to make me cum.”



“Good!” Dana told him. “Do it. Cum in his mouth. He wants it. He wants to taste you.”



“Oh fuck yeah,” Kris said, his balls pulling closer to his body. “Fuck yeah,” he repeated. “Fuck!” And I felt his cock spasm once, as if it was testing the idea of an orgasm, and when the second spasm arrived, so did the first spurt of his orgasm. I caught it in my mouth. I wanted it. I wanted every drop of it. I pulled on his prick with my hand, pumping on him, insisting that he give me every drop he had to give me and he did.



I was still sucking on Kris, searching for the droplet I might have missed when Dana started laughing. “What?” I asked her, still holding Kris’s spent prick in my hand.



“My brother’s a faggot,” she teased.



“Suck it,” I said, though I had to smile, too.



“Whip it out and I will,” she challenged.



“Oh dude, do it!” Kris said, his spent prick giving a throb. Like me, though he had just had an orgasm, his prick stayed ready for another one.



So I stood up, pushed down the shorts I was wearing, and shook my hard-on at my sister’s face. “You heard me, suck it,” I repeated, wondering if she was really going to do it. She glanced up at me, sharing that same thought with me, and then did it. She opened her mouth, wrapped her lips around my hard prick, and started sucking me.



“Oh fuck yeah!” Kris said, sitting ringside for the show of sister sucking brother for the first time. “I want some.” He pressed his face forward, his hands pulling my hard cock towards his open mouth.



“Hey, get your own,” Dana protested.



“Don’t you have pussy to eat?” I reminded her.



“Oh yeah!” she said and looked past me at Teresa. “Get naked, girlfriend. It’s time.”



“Wait,” Teresa said, not moving. “Can I do you first?”



“Fuck yeah!” Dana said and she scrambled out of her clothes. She stayed where she was, sitting on the opposite end of couch she shared with Kris. Naked again, she rubbed her tiny titties, pinching at her stiff nipples as she opened her legs for Teresa.

In the opening chapter of this story Jason Meadows has arisen to the level of Vice President in an advertising agency and immediately become the target of office predator Dana Jones. She quickly discovers his interest in wearing lingerie under his business suit and, after an initial meeting, invites Jason to her house for further discussions about his new account amongst other things.



It was difficult to focus on work for the remainder of the afternoon. Alison, my secretary, came into the office several times to bring in coffee, notes, etc. Each time she was on the verge of saying something but didn’t. Finally I asked her what was bothering her and she said she did not entirely trust Ms Jones.



“She seems to be a very aggressive woman and she has caused some people’s jobs to be lost. I think she takes advantage of people. I’d hate to see something bad happen to you Mr Meadows.”



It was the first personal conversation we’d had and suddenly I saw her in a new light; not just the ever-efficient secretary who seemed to know where everything is or should be, but also a caring co-worker. I considered for the first time that beneath the subdued business attire there was a rather attractive woman in her early thirties. She had only been my secretary for a matter of days but it seemed that we would be able to work well together. I assured her that I was intending to be here a while and that I appreciated her concern. It was interesting how she smiled so broadly at the thought of me being her boss for a while. She didn’t seem to need the reassurance; she was so well organised and capable. I was already sure that I could trust her with any business matters.



The afternoon dragged by while I tried to imagine what the evening held in store for me once I got to Dana’s place, her domain. I guess I was taking a pretty big risk but having already caught me in stockings and panties and performing oral sex on each other earlier in the day, I didn’t really see that I had much choice. She had me over a barrel and I would just have to see how it all worked out. Having thought that, I was very excited to find someone who was accepting of the foibles of my sex life — it had been some while since anyone else had known and been of any help in that area.



Finally the day was done and, with her address lodged firmly in my mind, I went home to prepare for the evening and arrival at her place by 7 p.m. After a shower and all over shave, I dressed for the evening in some of my favourite items. There was no point in being shy now! And then I found a pair of trousers and one of my favourite satin shirts to wear. I was ready and the evening was about to begin.



I drove my small sports car out to the suburbs and into one of the more luxurious areas. Finding the address was not difficult and I was soon turning in to Dana’s driveway. A dozen butterflies were dancing in my stomach as I wondered exactly what this evening held firmly in its grasp and what this meant for my future both in my personal life and at work. I stopped the car and looked at the two-storey modern mansion with a wide set of steps leading to stained glass double entry doors. It oozed luxury from every feature and the soft, warm lights behind the closed drapes at several windows gently shone over the manicured gardens. I was fairly sure that Dana had someone come in to do the gardens; she didn’t seem the hands on dirt type … at least not that sort of dirt. It was just what I had imagined Dana’s house would be like.



I walked up the steps, butterflies doing the rumba now, and rang the bell. Silence. Then the faint but increasing sound of clicking of heels on a hard floor and then the door swung open. There was Dana, tall and elegant in a silky red dress and matching pumps, her beautifully full breasts pushed hard against the soft material to reveal that they were unfettered by any underwear.



She smiled, “Good evening Jason. Right on time — that’s what I like to see. Someone who cares about the little things. Do come in.”



“Thank you Dana,” I muttered as I stepped over the threshold in more ways than one. I was now in her home and about to see how my future would be with her and at work.



The entry was spacious and open with several rooms leading from it and a staircase to the upper floor. All of it said style and comfort. Dana certainly knew how to look after herself. I walked in and she closed the door behind me. She turned and gestured to one of the rooms and, placing her hand on my backside she caressed me while making small talk as she ushered me into a large and comfortable softly-lit lounge room. Dana steered me toward a high-backed soft velour covered sofa. On the coffee table beside it was an ice bucket with a bottle of wine and a couple of stemmed crystal glasses together with a platter of finger food.



“Take a seat and relax,” she commented, I guess noticing the butterflies in my manner.



We were soon chatting about all sorts of things. We had wine with a little of the food and there was soft music playing from the wall-mounted speakers though there didn’t appear to be a sound system. We finally actually had a conversation. As a junior member of staff she had barely noticed me. Now that I was promoted, and on the board, Dana was prepared to chat … amongst other things. At the moment, however, she seemed genuinely interested in just talking to me — as a person. It was as if our ‘little meeting’ this afternoon hadn’t happened.



We covered all sorts of topics and she had a very happy knack of making the conversation flow so that I suddenly realised she had learned a great deal about me with me only managing to find out only a few things about her. She was the eldest of two sisters who had grown up as competitors for everything. Only 18 months apart in age, they had fought for best grades, awards and of course boyfriends. Her university years got her into business and advertising and her open desire for fun. She laughed as she told me of a guy in her boarding college who was caught stealing the girls’ underwear and how the idea of crossdressing had intrigued her rather than shocked. He, of course, was run out of college by the rumour mill rather than any formal punishment.



Dana leaned forward to refill my glass as she finally asked, “How long I have you been wearing women’s underwear Jason?”



Despite all the relaxing chat preceding this, the question came with rather blunt overtones and stirred up the butterflies again. It was obvious that I had to tell her so I began. I explained how I was the youngest of four kids and the only boy. My step-sisters appeared on the scene when I was about 6 when their father had married my mother. She had divorced my father who had disappeared years earlier; I never really knew him and had grown up with just mum. Their mother had passed away after a long illness and our parents just hit it off. The girls were great fun to be with and they spoilt me and always looked after me. We used to play dress ups as kids and I was always the ‘doll’ or model for my three sisters who put me in their clothes and make-up and did my hair. Occasionally they used the ‘dress-up’ box which had all sorts of discarded clothes and underwear and wigs. This had all gone on until I was about 12 or 13; I guess puberty started me realising what was happening but also, by then, my two older sisters, Joanne and Glenda, had moved out to university and work. That left me at home with just my step-sister Sarah who is a few years older than me.



Later, as I got into cross-dressing and using the old dress-up box myself, I wondered whether or not there had been any sexual element in their play. The more I thought of it, the more certain I was that they had been having their own fun with me when I was too young to know about it. It was around about when I reached 15 or 16 that I started to explore the ‘being their doll’ idea when they weren’t around — I used to get home from school and, while I was alone in the house, I would sneak into their rooms and borrow some clothes — mum had kept the girls’ rooms ready in case they wanted to stay so they had left some clothes behind. Very convenient for me but also not their best ‘dress up’ things. I simply had to find a source of new things to wear. My other sister was of some help there but I was scared of being caught. After all, who else could it be if her stuff went missing or turned up stained?



I explained to Dana how my suspicions about being their toy had been confirmed when I had just turned 19 and my sister Sarah was about 22. Sarah was cute by any guy’s standards and had often been ogled by my school friends when they came over. She was tall, 5′ 9″ maybe 9½” just like my other sisters, though I was taller, and she had long dark hair that fell to halfway down her back and model looks. All three sisters had the most beautiful sparkling blue eyes. Her long legs were stunning and her body shapely with her B cup boobs. It was no wonder that her underwear had fitted me quite well.



She introduced me to a friend of hers. Her friend Jody was gorgeous and we seemed to hit it off pretty well. She was about 5′ 6″ with what you would probably call an athletic build except for her very nice, very round D cup breasts that sat very prominently above her trim waist with even more prominent pointy nipples that showed through the stretched material of anything she wore. She seemed to like the more figure hugging style of clothes and, in fairness, she had a lot to show off to a guy. Any time she was around it was hard not to notice her wonderful assets and, of course, my mind bent to thinking about the type of bra she must have on to hold those beautiful boobs so firmly in place.



She was in the same art classes as Sarah at university and so she’d been to our house plenty of times, though I knew she had a place of her own. I’d known her a few months when Sarah invited me to a party at Jody’s place one weekend saying I should go, it would be fun and Jody wanted me to come. When we got there it seemed pretty quiet. We went in and there was Jody in a silky blouse and jeans. Her bra showed clearly through the material and again I thought how much she must love showing off to guys or, perhaps, just me. She came over and kissed us both hello. I thought the kiss on the lips she gave Sarah was a bit odd but then the kiss she gave me was clearly more than a friendly peck as she sucked gently on my lips and held the kiss for a few seconds, sexily flicking her tongue across my lips. I’d had my share of girlfriends by then and we’d kissed and fondled but this kiss was sexy as hell. She looked very directly into my eyes as she pulled away but kept her hand on my arm, keeping that initial physical contact burning.



She steered me into the house and we sat down and Sarah organised a drink. We three were the only ones present so, unless the party was starting later, there was something going on. It was now time to be told why I was really here. It seems my sister is gay — well bi really. Jody is her girlfriend and I was so dumb as to have never worked it out despite all the years of her friends coming over and she’d never dated a guy that I could remember for more than a couple of outings. And here I was thinking Jody was showing off to me when in fact it was for Sarah’s benefit.



Sarah then explained how she had told Jody about our kids’ games and Jody was interested in trying it out if I didn’t mind. Well here was this stunning woman who wanted me to get into her panties literally!



Sarah quite openly explained, “I really miss the fun we used to have with Joanne and Glenda. It was always fun seeing your thick cock get hard when we put our silky undies on you and stroked and patted you. Sometimes you’d have an accident and spurt into our panties.”



They had always been so understanding and said that it was something that happened to all boys. Of course that was true — any guy having three gorgeous girls play with them would agree. I couldn’t believe what I heard my sister saying. That didn’t stop this sudden series of revelations just about blowing my mind and embarrassing but exciting me.



Sarah continued, “Jody wants to try it and, if you don’t mind, then we should just have some fun and see what comes up.” My sister wasn’t subtle but the lump in my jeans told them that I was up for it! It was Sarah now who reached across and kissed me and then said, “Thanks Jace.”



God this was my sister but boy could her tongue do things to your tonsils. The early days of our games were still in my memory and I had jerked off to those images many, many times! She started by explaining, “We will pamper and dress you just like we used to. All you have to do is enjoy! If anything feels too weird just say so and we’ll stop.”



Somewhere in my head there was a fleeting thought that ‘weird’ had passed years ago when she had me wearing her make-up, bra and panties — now she was sharing me with her girlfriend. Quite quickly after this I felt their hands on my clothes. Boy, were they in for a surprise? When my jeans went down I was already wearing some lace and satin panties. I pretty well always did, having acquired a few of their old pairs and more recently bought some through mail order on line, and I hadn’t gone out to this party expecting any chance of getting lucky so there was little danger of getting caught, or so I thought.



They squealed like little girls when they saw the lace-trimmed blue satin and both immediately started fondling. Soon my shoes, socks jeans and shirt were gone and they took me by the hand and led me upstairs to the bathroom. It was all decked out with soft candles and perfumes. Sarah ran a bath while Jody took my panties off and started to massage my body. My erection was aching hard at its full slightly curved 6 inches and rock hard but they avoided touching it any more. Then I got into the oiled warm water and it was wonderful. They both knelt by the bath and commenced washing me all over with soft cloths. Sarah paid close attention to my face and chest, stroking the cloth across my hard nipples and brushing them with her hand. She whispered, “Jody, look at his lovely nipples!”



They have always been super sensitive and this action had them rigid and looking for attention and her comment made the water ripple as my cock twitched. Jody washed my legs in long strokes up to my groin and then she asked me to stand in the bath. I did and she continued washing being very thorough around my puckered hole and balls but still avoiding my cock.



“We want to do this properly Jason. We want to shave your legs. Is that okay?” Like I could have said much at this time. I meekly nodded.



I stepped out of the bath and stood in the warm, sensual atmosphere. They used fluffy soft towels to pat me dry and then lathered up some soap and spread it up my legs and commenced to shave from my toes to my upper thighs; their long sensual strokes of the razor vitalised my skin as the downy hairs disappeared. I was soon hairless. They stroked my legs and it felt fantastic and I briefly went off into a world of silky stockings and suspenders, wondering how they would feel on my bare legs. I’d never shaved my legs before but had always loved the feel of stockings and, in fact, I had several pairs in my secret stash at home.



Next it was under my arms and my chest. I was apprehensive but it felt great. In not too long I was body-hair free except my crotch. Then Jody said that it was time that I was relieved of my unsightly thatch and she took a small pair of scissors and started to trim my crotch to a nice neat patch. Sarah helped by holding my cock out of the way of the scissors. Her hand gently stroking me as she moved my pulsing member to another position. She then took the safety razor and some soap and lathered my cock and took off the hairs that grew along its broad shaft and also gave me a nice neat panty line. Cock juice had been flowing for a long while and made things sticky but aromatic. Finally, my reward. Sarah took a warm towel and, from where she was squatting in front of me, washed my cock and balls clean and then leaned forward, opened her mouth and took my cock into her hot mouth, wrapped her lips around my shaft and slowly sucked me deeper. Her hot breath tantalised my shaft as she withdrew and then sucked me back into her throat. Sarah ran her long fingernails along the underside of my cock to massage, scratch and tickle my balls that occasionally bumped her chin as she took me deeply. She switched her gaze from her mouthful of my penis to a deep stare into my eyes as she let out a soft moan of pleasure.



Jody stood up and played with my nipples which jumped to attention as she caressed them. My sensitive areolae dimpled and hardened under the stroking pressure and gentle pulling; Jody commented to Sarah, “Hey Sare, his nips are just like yours … they get so hard!” and then she leaned in and deep kissed me before leaning down to suck on my left nipple while playing with the other one.



Her comment caused Sarah to suck harder on my six-inches of cock that had again mostly disappeared into her mouth and, as her tongue swirled around and under my foreskin I could feel myself losing any hope of control. Her increasing pace had her dark mane of hair covering my nether regions and caressing my sensitive, newly-shaved legs while the heat of her mouth became a molten furnace that melted my core. I lasted for what felt like about ten seconds of this and then erupted deep in her mouth. Jody broke her lock on my titty as I grunted my release and we watched as Sarah drank down my essence. The intensity of my orgasm after all this attention and build up was gut-wrenching and I started to feel weak at the knees and had to lean forward as Jody held me close to her monumental breasts. Soon Sarah allowed my wilting cock to pop from her mouth as she looked up into my eyes again and smiled, “Thanks little brother!”



“Not so little,” chuckled Jody. “Come on Jason, I think you need to sit down.”



I was then led, still in a post orgasmic dream, into the bedroom and what I saw there made all of the preparations make sense. Displayed on the bed was an elegance of lingerie: a soft satin midnight-blue bra and panties set with a black suspender belt and matching sheer stockings, a dress and black patent leather shoes. I was led over to a dressing table with a large mirror and told to sit down and remain perfectly still. This was something my sisters had done to me years before so I knew the routine. In a fairly short while I was made up beautifully as a woman and my longish hair was groomed into a reasonably passable pageboy style. It was a treat to remember how my step-sisters had made me feel all those years ago and to refresh my feelings. My cock reacted, after a brief recovery period, the way it always had in the old days – it was at full attention again and every now and then received a stroke or caress. Now it was time for the clothing. Sarah explained how she had been very thorough in finding out all of my sizes from my clothes and shoes in my room at home and that she knew where I kept my feminine clothes.



“I knew you were still dressing up Jace when you left your eBay account open on your computer and I noticed the payments you’d made. Those things might come in plain packages but the account name for Jessie Meadows was the give away. Mum might believe they were things for school but I know what they really were. I just wished I’d known earlier. Think of all the fun you and I could have had since the girls left home. Joanne was always the one to get it started and I wasn’t sure how you would react so I just left it … until now,” she said with a grin.



That explained why she thought I’d go for this. I continued to be the girls’ mannequin as, in a matter of seconds, I was dressed in the black suspenders and I was instructed to sit on the edge of the bed so that they could draw the stockings up my legs. The silken material caressed my toes then heels and calves while they trailed their nails across my sensitive skin, one on each leg. My cock was straining under the sensations but was ignored, or so I thought. They were both concentrating so intently on their activities that it seemed that I could have been a shop-front dummy. Next the suspender clips were attached and then the bra was brought to my attention. It was almost see-through with its fine lace and, when Sarah stepped in front of me and offered it to me so that I could slip my arms through the straps, again an old habit was coming back. She arranged it across my breasts and it tingled on my nipples. She reached around me and attached the hooks, ours faces close together. The flecks of excitement in her eyes yelled her arousal at me and I knew my earlier thoughts of my sisters having their own fun with me were absolutely confirmed. She smiled as she put the bra in place and adjusted the straps so that they were taut on my shoulders and holding my small titties in place. She gently caressed the cups and my nipples reacted even more and then she stood up again.

The knickers were on the bed but Jody said to Sarah, “I want to fuck him. You blew him. I need that cock now.”



I was amazed because I wasn’t even involved in the conversation, not that I would have said no.



Sarah smiled and gave Jody a deep kiss and then said, “You can have my little brother but don’t mess up his make up.”



As it turned out that wasn’t likely. “I won’t,” she replied, “because I want him to do me doggy style, just like you do.”



The image started to appear in my mind of Sarah with a strap-on dildo. Ummm. Jody then turned to me with, “Just don’t work up too much of a sweat and you’ll be fine.”



I suppose, technically, I was about to lose my virginity. I’d been wanked by my sisters years ago and fondled by, and had fondled and fingered, numerous girlfriends but I was actually about to stick my cock into a woman’s pussy! Wow! Jody stood up just in front of me, slipped her top off and tossed it away. Next came down her jeans and under them was a soaking wet pair of silk undies that outlined the shape of her protruding cunt lips. It was like a rushed strip tease but very effective in keeping my attention while at attention. The soft silver lacy boy-briefs with the big wet spot at their centre came off too and there was a shaven cunt that was juice slickened. She slipped out of her flimsy lace bra that I couldn’t believe held her gorgeous globes and her huge tits sat there, firm, round and aching for attention to her nipples that were sticking straight out half an inch and she sat down beside me on the bed. I’d never seen nipples like them. At last I was seeing her naked. Stunning! Her flawless smooth skin undulated around every nook and cranny of her slim body. My sister has great taste! Jody leaned back and turned over in the middle of the bed. She raised her knees up to push her butt in the air and, looking back over her shoulder, she said, “Do me hard and fast. Fuck me.”



I can take a hint so I climbed up on the bed, knelt between her spread legs and looked at her gaping wet hole as I aimed and then leaned forward and slipped my rock hard cock straight into her soaking pussy right to the hilt. She let out a groan of pleasure as I filled her. The first thing I noticed was how tight her cunt was gripping and flexing on my cock, gripping along my length. The second thing I noticed was how great it felt rubbing my stocking clad legs against her legs as I thrust in and out and how my now neatly trimmed pubic hair brushed against her magnificent tight butt.



I held onto her hips and pounded in and out of her for several minutes before I reached forward to return the favour of attention to her nipples while she thrust back against my every inward stroke. Her magnificent globes filled my hands with warm tit flesh as I kneaded them and tugged on her pointed nubs. I felt the building tension in my gut as my solid girth impaled this beautiful woman. I did my best to maintain a steady rhythm and contact yet I managed to slip out a couple of times as her gripping sheath clawed at my foreskin as I withdrew to allow the maximum inward stroke. Having to insert my cock again was not difficult as her cunt was drooling juice. Shortly Jody lifted her head and she started to moan and then some of the foulest language my young ears had ever heard came from the lips of this woman, “Ungh FUCK! Shove that meat in me Jace! God that cock feels good; fill my cunt. Come on bitch fuck me! Harder! More!! Faster!!”



It was then that I saw why she was so hot. As we were thrusting in and out together on the bed, across the room, sitting at the dresser with her legs spread wide over the arms of the chair, was Sarah leisurely stroking a thick dildo into her shaved cunt, the pink folds glistening and stretching and gripping the dildo as she thrust it in and out of her body in time with our fucking, and just behind her was the mirror. Jody and I filled the large mirror with the image of a woman all made up and wearing a bra and stockings fucking the daylights out of this gorgeous big-titted woman doggy style, her massive boobs swaying beneath her body as she pushed up on all fours and rocked back hard against my thrusts.



That image and the sweet swishing sound of my stockings as I moved in and out of Jody’s hot wet nest was just too much for me and I exploded deep inside her, jamming and slamming my cock into her as far as it would go.



She yelled, “Keep going! More!” as she thrust harder back at me and I managed a few more energetic thrusts and her own guttural orgasm made her clamp down on my embedded cock in a vice-like grip as she exhaled an extended, “Aaarrrgh” before collapsing beneath me.



We slumped to the bed panting in unison and rolled so that we lay side by side, my softening cock still nestled between Jody’s thighs. We watched while Sarah caught us up in the orgasmic race. She jammed the dildo deep into herself and bit hard on her lip. It was a visible orgasm as she shuddered and moaned; her eyes, that had been fixed on us, glazed over and rolled back into her head. All her muscles seemed to tighten at once and then her deep long groan increased in volume as it reached across to the bed and then she slowed the gyration of the plastic playmate she had left barely visible. Eventually she withdrew it, her glistening folds trying to suck it back in as they gaped open, feeling its absence. She stood up and sauntered around the bed where she lay down behind me to make me the meat in a sexy post coital sandwich. Sarah joined us in a relaxing, caressing cuddle and recovery.



Some while later, I’m not sure how long, the world had righted itself and Sarah touched up my make up and then they dressed me. Jody held my panties as I stepped into them and she drew them up my legs. Caressing the sheer nylons with the satin fabric sent rockets through my senses. Carefully my softened penis was pushed well back so that the look in the mirror showed a nice flat pussy line at the top of my thighs beneath the suspenders. Next came the attractive navy blue ¾ length dress they’d got for me and it felt wonderful as its texture caressed every part of my body that wasn’t already in raptures from the matching lingerie. It’s open neck and split sides gave me every opportunity to twirl and turn and catch glimpses of my sexy self in lingerie in the mirror and feel its presence as its skirt glided across my stockings. I was already in heaven. Lastly it was the shoes with medium heels, as they didn’t want me to have trouble moving about. I took a few moments to gain balance and some poise so that I could stand straight. There I was for the first time in all my glory. I’d never gone the whole way with make up, lingerie and clothes all at once, but boy was I impressed with what I saw in the mirror. I stood admiring the look and the feel while, in a matter of minutes, the girls were dressed to kill and that’s when they told me we were going out. I panicked!



“You can’t be serious! This has been great fun but you said I could stop if I thought it was too weird. Well I’ve never been anywhere like this. In fact this is the first time I’ve done all this. I’m not sure I even know where we could go that I wouldn’t meet some of my friends.”



“It’s okay,” Sarah tried to assure me. “We’ve been planning this a while; don’t worry. First we’re going to a club way over the other side of town and secondly, have another look in the mirror. Do you really think you look like you?”



Jody added, “We’ve loved this too and don’t want to spoil it but aren’t you a little curious about whether you would pass the real test? Being seen by others who don’t know you are definitely a man … and I’ve felt the proof!” she smiled.



They had a point. I looked like all those 17 or 18 year olds at our school ball who looked 25 all dolled up in their gorgeous gowns, make-up and hair do. Maybe they were right. Could I really think of any of my friends who would be going out to clubs, especially on the other side of town? Eventually they convinced me to try and promised to take me well away from anyone I might know. So long as we went somewhere far away that would be okay I guessed but surely I’d be spotted before I even got in. Wouldn’t they just throw us out? As they saw the idea starting to agree with me, they started walking me out of the house. The fast paced chat kept going — they completed my identity as I already had a name, Jessie. I now had a job in an office as a receptionist and had only moved here recently from interstate and was staying with my cousin Jody. A simple cover story in case we got chatting with someone. Really it was so that I didn’t notice that we were already in the car by the time they stopped their excited chatter.



We drove for quite a while and my nerves kept jangling in my brain, “What are you doing?” Finally we arrived at some club and the girls linked arms with me so my unsteady gait could be supported and drew me inside before I had a chance to change my mind. We brushed past the doorman who looked us all up and down. For the first time I thought that I might just pass this test but how feminine did I appear and act up close. It was not like my sisters had ever trained me although I had studied them and many other women in my life, the way they moved and gestures women made. The club was dimly lit with soft warm lights over the booths surrounding a central dance floor and music was pumping from some hidden source over by the long bar that lined one side of the room. We quickly found a table. I was in a panic but they assured me that no one would ever suspect a thing.



After chatting for a while, and a couple of drinks, Sarah said, “Come on Jessie, it’s your turn to buy the next round. Three more Cowboys. Off you go.”



She pressed a twenty dollar note into my hand and pushed me towards the edge of the seat. I had to go and confront the barman and to get there I had to cross the floor alone in these new heels. Nerves jangled and I started to resist but the look in both the girls’ eyes made it clear I wouldn’t get away with it. I stood up and suddenly it felt like everyone was watching me. I took my first tentative steps and while unsteady, I appreciated that the girls had thought to get me these low heels, as much as I liked the idea of some four-inch pumps but maybe later. I skirted the edge of the dance floor where the crowd was dancing and finally made it to the bar without falling in a heap. Now to see if I could pass as a girl in the voice department. I’d not had to speak to anyone except the girls so far and they knew I was a guy. How did a girl sound? I decided to try a slightly higher pitch and see if I could keep it there.



“Three Cowboys please.” I said to myself — not too bad I guess but I would soon know. The barman arrived. He was about 25 and had that good-looking movies barman look about him.



“Yes honey, what can I get you?”



Was he being funny or did he really think I was a honey? “Three Cowboys please,” I said in my attempt at a female voice as I handed over the money.



He took the cash, stroking my fingers with his as he clasped the note, all the while riveting me with his blue eyes. “Sure. Where are you sitting? I’ll bring them over.”



I smiled. He really did think I was a girl. I turned and gestured to our booth and Jody and Sarah were staring straight at me with big grins. They were enjoying the show. I turned back to the barman.



“Over there with my two girlfriends. Thanks.” I smiled at him and turned to walk back. I made a bee-line for the booth and the girls were in fits of giggles when I got there.



“He didn’t take his eyes off you until you were half way back,” Jody declared. “You made a real impression there sweety.”



A moment later and there he was at the table standing tall over the three of us. He took in Sarah and Jody with obviously appreciative looks up and down before turning to me.



“Here you go ma’am. Enjoy your drinks and if there is anything else I can do for you just let me know.” He smiled broadly at me as he nonchalantly placed the drinks and my change on the table. He only had eyes for me at this stage and then he turned and returned to the bar. I was stunned; he really thought I was a girl.



“He’s yours if you want him Jessie,” Sarah laughed.



“Don’t tease her Sare. That’s not nice. You can see she’s still in shock thinking about what size cock he has,” she laughed.



That brought me out of my reverie. “No … no that’s not what … I mean it’s just … ohh!”



“It’s okay Jessie. We understand and we’re just teasing. You really didn’t think you’d be able to get away with it did you?” Sarah questioned. “But look; he has hardly taken his eyes off you since he got back behind the bar and I wouldn’t mind betting he’s got a bar behind the bar just for you.”



Again the girls laughed but I turned to look and sure enough there he was looking straight in my direction and when he caught my eye, he smiled and nodded. I didn’t know what to do so I smiled back and turned back to the girls. We quickly downed the drinks and then the girls said, “Come on Jessie, let’s dance.”



Next thing I knew I was on my feet and unsteadily guided to the dance floor. The music was loud and fast and the girls kept me close as we moved to the music. I felt very conscious of the crowd around me but the effect of the drinks and the giggly laughter of Sarah and Jody made it all seem fun. Soon I was dancing with them and getting into the atmosphere of the club as well as gaining some control over my feet in heels. This was a place to have fun and the sensations streaming through my body as the dance moves caused the rustle of fabric on lingerie, and the caressing guidance of the girls’ dancing, made this an incredibly enjoyable experience as again several people looked our way.



We went back to our table and there was a serve of drinks waiting and an upturned drinks coaster with some writing was sitting next to the glass where I had been sitting. It read ‘This round is on me. Give me a call.’ It was signed Greg xx and a phone number. The girls were in fits but I picked it up to show that I was reading it and turned to see Greg was watching; I smiled and nodded again and tucked the note down my dress front inside my bra. He grinned broadly and I turned back to the girls. We all raised our glasses to him and downed them in one; he laughed and took a little bow.



I suggested, “I think we had better leave before he gets too carried away. But I need to pee.”



“Well that’s okay because we do too. We girls always go to the loo together,” Jody responded in a girlish voice.



We were up and moving again before I knew it and headed towards the toilets in the far corner. As we neared them I glanced up and without thinking started towards the men’s but Sarah grabbed my arm and announced loudly to all who were nearby, “Where do you think you are going sweety? Into the men’s again to see who you can pick up?”



There were a few chuckles at the comment but my embarrassment was soon to deepen as we entered the Ladies’ to find a few women doing their make-up in the mirrors that were opposite the stalls which all had their ‘engaged’ signs showing. Their chatter briefly halted as they looked the three of us up and down in the mirror before continuing their discussion about some guy who hadn’t called and now wanted to come around for a fuck. As that continued, two adjacent stalls opened and two women walked out and over to the sinks. We waited but the girl whose boyfriend was apparently an “egotistical conceited arsehole” interrupted her tirade and make-up application to say, “You go ahead.”



So Sarah and I entered a stall each and closed the doors. I turned to look at the quite clean walls and toilet, nothing like most male loos I’d been in. No graffiti and a tampon disposal unit in the corner. It hadn’t occurred to me that the toilets would be so different but then I hadn’t spent much time in the Ladies’ loo at school or anywhere else. So I lifted the lid and stepped up to the pan; I leaned forward and raised the front of my dress to expose my semi-hard and panty covered dick. As I was fumbling to get it out of my panties I heard a harsh whispered, “Sit! They can see under the door in the mirror!” come from above me.



I looked around and up and there was Sarah looking down at me from over the wall of the stall. Then what she had said dawned on me and I quickly turned around and dropped my knickers and sat down. The semi-hard cock had died the death of embarrassing reality as I looked at the back of the door to see the bottom had a gap of over a foot. In fact the top of the door wasn’t that high either and I had probably been seen standing up. Obviously Sarah would have been seen leaning over the top of the cubicle. The jig was up! I realised that the conversation I’d been hearing about, “Well if he thinks he’s getting his cock in me tonight …” had suddenly stopped.



The silence persisted and I was straining to pee but not to pee loudly knowing that all the attention in the whole bathroom was on what was coming. Slowly the piss eased out of the end of my penis and the flush of the toilet in the next cubicle gave me the cover to quickly finish what I had desperately needed to start. I heard Sarah’s door open and Jody obviously entered. I couldn’t move. How could I go out there knowing that these women all knew I was a guy dressed as a woman? I’d just have to wait until they’d left … but they hadn’t been to the loo yet. This could take ages. The conversation outside had gone; perhaps they had entered the loos. Sarah announced, “Come on Jessie. You’re not here for a holiday.”



I took that as a sign that the coast was clear so I stood and took some toilet tissue to wipe the last drops from my dick that I would normally just shake off. I dropped that tissue in the loo and lifted my knickers back into place and tucked myself away, making sure not to catch my dress in my panties at the back. I flushed the loo and popped the seat back down and took a deep breath before opening the door. The door opened to reveal the women at the counter still paying attention to their make-up but now in silence. All had their eyes on me as they paused in the activities. Finally the tall mouthy one commented, “Well hello lover. Out for a night with the girls are we?”



The last part of her comment was toned in such a way that they all broke into gales of laughter and Sarah grabbed my arm and led me out. Jody was soon behind us and then Sarah said, “I knew they were never going to leave until they saw you Jessie. Jody, I think Jessie has had enough for one night. Let’s take her home and fuck her. What do you think?”



My ears pricked up to the message and my embarrassment soon eased as we headed towards the doors. I caught a fleeting glance of Greg, the barman, trying to catch my eye as we crossed the room and some of my confidence came back. We were soon on our way. Needless to say we spent a lovely long evening together and, over the next few weeks, we repeated the club visit and various other aspects of that first evening, all of which included me being dressed more or less to kill as a woman. And I had fallen in love with it and all the sensations I had experienced!



On our fourth or fifth visit to the club we had been dancing and drinking for a while. By now I was much better on my feet in the heels and the girls were talking about taking me shopping to buy some new clothes and shoes. I was now much more relaxed at being in my girlie attire in public and quite enjoyed the looks I got from the various guys who frequented the club as they looked us three girls over, even though Greg seemed not to be working on those nights we were there. While sitting in our booth these three guys came over and asked us to dance. Sarah and Jody eagerly agreed and dragged me onto the dance floor with them. So far it had been ogling from a distance but now it was up close and personal. I was nervous yet excited at the thought that these boys had no idea what I kept hidden apparently so well. After a couple of songs and dancing as a group we somehow had paired off. I have always loved the cross dressing and all the sensations that it gave me but I had never really had any urge to try sex with a guy but it was also a lot of fun seeing the reaction of these guys who thought I was a girl.

I am Darlene, a Divorced woman 32 year old, living near a military base. I am entering my sexual prime. During the recent deployments from the base, I have made it my hobby to make servicemen on leave from deployment submissive to me. I do this by connecting with men online while they are still overseas and obviously in need of female attention.



But what I really want is an MMF threesome. I wanted to get my newest “victim” to join me with a lover that is about to return overseas. I have been referring to this as “overlap in the lover rotation”.



Recently I had a man coming back on leave from Iraq named Josh, while I had Ryan just about to return to Afghanistan. The two did not know each other and there would be a two day overlap in their time back here.



I had been fucking Ryan for 10 days straight, nothing too kinky but the sex was really good and he had a really big cock. I really was stunned the first time I saw it.



Anyway I had been chatting with him online well before he returned and he knew I had some pretty twisted fantasies and he would play along with them.



I had also been chatting online with Josh for 2 months and he seemed like he might be a closet submissive and, with a little luck, I might get these two to fulfill my darkest fantasy.



I had been pretty blatant to both of them that I really wanted to fuck two guys at once with both of them totally submissive to me. I went the extra mile with Josh and let him know that I really wanted a man to get another man hard for me to fuck.



The day before Josh was coming in town I told Ryan that if he wanted to continue to fuck me for the last 2 days of his leave, it would be as a guest while I began to entertain Josh and that he would have to be submissive to me. Ryan agreed. I felt a thrill knowing that I would have two men obedient to my every whim.



So the day came when I picked up Josh from the airport. I took him straight home and began stripping him. I fell to my knees and unfastened his belt I then reached in his pants and gently grabbed his cock. It was average length with a generous girth and almost fully hard. I licked the shaft up and down and his cock twitched and came to full hardness. I then sucked his cock in earnest and knew he wouldn’t last long after being so long without female attention. I ran my finger nails along the inside of his ass and he immediately erupted into my mouth.



My pussy was burning with desire and I was very wet. I stood up and dropped my skirt revealing my clean shaved pussy. I then led him to the couch where I sat down as I pushed down on his shoulders. He knew what I wanted and got down on his knees on the floor before me.



I pulled his hair, guiding his face to my eager pussy and said gently; ” you know what to do”. He began licking up and down my labia. He then concentrated on my clit with little flicks of his tongue. It felt so good. He closed his mouth around my clit and gently sucked while he circled around it with his tongue.



I was in complete bliss and nearing orgasm when he inserted a finger inside me and was bending and straightening it in a “come here” motion against the front wall of my sex. I was pushed to the edge and felt wave after wave of pleasure wash over me as I climaxed. This was the best oral I had had in years.



It was late now and we settled in for the evening. I then told him that Ryan was coming over the next day. I then said “I want you to stay here when he comes”. “And I want both of you to service me:” Josh wasn’t too surprised at this as we had discussed things like this on I.M.



I then laid down the ground rules:



1. You don’t have to do anything that you are uncomfortable with.



2. I will be in charge and will make all the requests.



3. Follow through with my requests, and you will be rewarded throughout the upcoming week.



4. During our “Playtime” men should be seen not heard.



The next afternoon, as Josh and I were getting cleaned up from an hour at the gym there was a knock at my door. I said ” That must be Ryan, Right on time.”. I told Josh to go in the bedroom and undress. I let Ryan in and asked him to take off his shirt and relax in the living room and to wait five minutes then come into the bedroom.



. I then joined Josh in the bedroom. He was standing next to the bed, naked with a raging hard on. I walked over to him and whispered in his ear. “Ryan is here, Please undress me and get me ready for him.”



He began caressing me as he took off my clothes, When he removed my panties they were soaked in anticipation. I crawled onto the bed and motioned for him to join me, I pushed his head down level with my pelvis and said ” Lick me sweetheart, get me ready for his cock.”



He began licking my swollen sex when Ryan entered. Josh again showed his expertise and soon I was grinding against his face. I stopped him short of giving me an orgasm though. I gently pushed his face from my crotch and said, “Go over to our friend and unfasten his belt.” Josh looked a little apprehensive but complied with my request. I then adjusted my position on the bed with my back against the headboard, so that I could see everything these two fine specimens were doing. As Josh moved over to Ryan and reached for his belt as I began gently rubbing my clit and labia, careful not bring myself over the edge.



I then whispered as Josh complied, “Ok baby unfasten his belt “….Oh yes…… “Undo his pants, ……. That’s it………now take out his cock”.



Josh hesitated, so I encouraged him: “Come on sweet heart. ” don’t you wanna see me fuck a really big cock?” Do it for me” …. “Take out his cock “



Josh then reached into Ryan’s pants and pulled out his semi hard cock.



I continued encouraging Josh, ” It’s so big baby, why don’t you get it ready for me.” oh yeah….. “Stroke it up and down sweetheart, that’s it” …..”you’re doing so good” …. “look how hard it is getting”.



I could tell that Josh was a little intimidated by the size of Ryan’s member.



I reassured Josh, Softly saying; “It’s okay baby, just listen to me. … ….Pull his pants down and let him step out of them.” ………….. “Now get down on your knees, baby and keep stroking his cock.”………. “That’s it, ……..get it hard for me…………..Just like that, softly slide your hand up and down it.”……………… “Oooo baby rub on his balls while you do it” ……… “Oh yeah just like that”



Josh was doing really well and Ryan was close to full hardness, but I wanted to take things further.



I had a knot in my stomach not knowing if my next request might go too far. But I decided to go for it. I gently cooed ” Oh Josh baby, ……It would really turn me on so much if you licked him,…. just a little.”



Josh turned even redder and pulled back a little. I reassured him saying “Just a little baby, just get it wet for me so it will go in easier,” I saw him relax so I continued; “Stick out your tongue and run it across the underside”.



To my surprise and relief, Josh did just that. He ran his tongue along the underside in a few long licks but then stopped. I realized that I would have to coach Josh all the way through this, but if I was gentle but firm, I would have him sucking a cock for me.



Ryan was fully hard now and it was indeed a sight to behold. I was so turned on now, that I just wanted Ryan to fuck me with that ten inch monster. But to my credit, I stayed to the task at hand.



I continued to coach Josh as I slowly fingered myself; “Josh honey, it’s OK, ……… lick around the head while you stroke him”.,,,,,,,,,,, “That’s so good baby keep doing it”……….”do it for me”………..”Your doing so good”…… “Baby, Why don’t you take the end in your mouth, ………….please baby, do it for me.”



Josh then opened his mouth and let Ryan’s cock inside. I immediately said in a throaty whisper. “Ohhhhhh that’s it! ” ……”suck on him, baby”……………”keep stroking it……. now, see if you can get a little more into your mouth.”



I was getting so close to my orgasm, that I couldn’t hold it back. But, I managed to keep coaching Josh as I built towards climax.



I wailed; “That’s it baby keep sucking him,” ……….. “Stroke that cock into your mouth baby.”………………………. “Oh god it turns me on so much, …..Watching you do it.” “Making you do it.”……… ” That’s it don’t stop baby.”



I came so hard that tears rolled down my cheeks. I felt spent, but I while I had these two horny men under my thumb, I was going to put a cherry on top if this Sunday.



I then got up and gently pulled Ryan to the bed, and lay him on his back. His cock was sticking straight up and throbbing, still glistening and coated with Josh’s saliva. I motioned to Josh and said in a flirty girlish tone, “Now that you have him good and hard, I am gonna ride Ryan.”…………. ” I want you to put him inside me, sweetheart”.



“Come over here and hold his cock up while I climb on top.”….. “That’s it, baby, hold the base”



I the climbed onto Ryan in a reverse cowgirl position right over his cock.



“Ok Josh honey, Guide the tip into me”



I sank down onto his big cock facilitated by the wetness Josh had put on it and by my own soaking orgasm. I felt so full and I began sinking and rising on his cock. Josh was still holding the base. I think it turned him on to be assisting two others have sex. He then leaned in and started sucking my left breast. It felt so good. I could feel the sensations going like lightning from my breast to my clit.



O god it felt good, but one man could fuck me and suck my tits at the same time. I wanted to make the most of this so I whispered to Josh; “Oh baby, go down and lick my clit while he is in me”. ” I wanna feel your mouth on me while he is in me”…………….” I wanna see your tongue on me right next to his cock.”



Josh needed no more encouragement, He went down as I held myself up using my hands on his well-defined shoulders. He began to lick me in earnest. With broad strokes as Ryan thrust up into me. Oh god I was lost in ecstasy. I looked down and saw Josh’s tongue lashing at my sex, heedless of the cock millimeters away from his mouth. I raised up a little and Josh’s tongue hit Ryan’s cock but Josh carried on regardless. Ryan continued to thrust up into me



I sank back down and moaned;: “That’s it baby, lick us both! right were we connect……….. This is so hot,….. I am about to cum!”… “Oh Josh, would you please rub his balls so he cums too, That’s it! Oh Shit! Just after I felt my orgasm began to subside I felt Ryan shoot his hot load into me.



I then rolled off of Ryan and lay on my back, my pussy still full of Ryan’s semen. I motioned for Josh to come to me, and said in a voice like a spoiled little girl in a candy shop, “Josh, look, Ryan is spent and I still need attention but I don’t want you to have to fuck me when I am this messy.” “why don’t you clean me up before we fuck for the first time?”



Josh hesitated but after a a moment crawled between my legs and began licking my swollen clit. I whispered; “Oh honey that feels so good, but the mess is down a little lower. Please baby, clean it for me.”



Josh then went down lower and lapped up the semen oozing from my well worn pussy. I said; “That’s it baby, ………Clean it up for me,……. Ooooo that feels so good.



He stuck his tongue deep inside me and then sucked on my labia. I looked over and saw Ryan stroking his huge cock watching what was going on. He was almost hard again when I said; “Ryan, do you wanna fuck me again.” Remembering the rules he nodded. He put his cock in my face as Josh continued to lick my used pussy.



I started licking Ryan’s cock until it was fully hard again. I felt myself building towards another orgasm when I pulled Josh up and asked him to enter me. He easily slipped his cock inside me an started thrusting his cock in a slow rhythm.



I was still sucking on Ryan’s cock when Josh leaned forward still thrusting into me. His face was inches from mine when I pulled Ryan’s cock from my mouth and pointed at Josh and said; ” I want you to suck it.” He closed his eyes and opened his mouth and I guided Ryan’s cock to his lips. Josh accepted Ryan’s cock and started bobbing up and down on it as he thrust into me.



I moaned, “Oh baby, that’s it,………. Suck him while you fuck me……. taste him while you fuck me.”



I then looked at Ryan and said “Are you ready to fuck me again? Ryan again nodded so I guided his now fully hard cock back out of Josh’s mouth.



I then told both men to wait just a second as Josh took his cock out of me. I told Josh to lay on his back as I went into the bathroom and found my bottle of lube, I quickly spread some across my ass and into my asshole. I took the bottle back with me into the bedroom and stroked Josh’s cock with a hand full.



I got into a reverse cowgirl position and said to Ryan; “Oh sweetie, please be a good boy and guide Josh’s cock into my ass.”



Ryan gave me a sideways look but did as I asked. I slowly eased down onto his cock and felt it fill my ass. I stopped briefly to adjust to the feeling then lay back on top of him. Josh began to pump up into my ass.



I said to Ryan as I spread my legs; “Come here baby and fuck me hard and good” He got between my legs and I felt his cock at the entrance to my pussy. Josh was still pumping his cock into my ass building a steady rhythm. I felt Ryan enter me. I gasped for air. I had never felt so full before, with two lovers inside me their cocks separated by only a thin wall of flesh, stroking into me rhythmically. I looked up at Ryan and said “That’s it, give it to me. You fuck me so good!”



I could feel Josh swell up and soot his load into my ass. Being a gentleman, Josh laid still, caressing my sides as Ryan continued to fuck my pussy. I was nearing orgasm when I felt fingers on my clit. Josh was reaching around and playing with me as Ryan fucked me. I threw my head back and moaned in animalistic fervor as Ryan quickened his pace. Wave after wave crashed into me as I climaxed. Ryan continued to fuck me but I was spent, laying on Josh as Ryan thrust into me. Soon however, I felt Ryan shoot another generous load into me.



As we all cleaned up we discussed going to dinner. We had definitely worked up an appetite.

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