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Two months after his 18th Birthday, As Jim laid in bed, his leg were very tired. Jim had just finished his eagle scouts project, building a bridge in the creek. Sounds stupid right? But it worked, so now he was done with scouts forever! Wait, damn, he just said he would help his scoutmaster out with a camping trip!



“Fuck, fuck fuck…” he thought as he undressed for bed. As he did, he remembered about the girl at school! “Aww man, she wanted to hang out today! But I don’t know why? She never really liked me, all my friend says she’s just playing me. So whatever, if she wants me, then she’ll understand. If not, then whatever.”



He took off his XX large t shirt that covered his 260 lbs body and his size 42 pants. As they dropped to the floor, they showed his round, ass, cover it his tighty whities. As he took those off to reveal his chubby sausage laying at 6 inches, he laid in bed, full commando and started to close his eyes. And he laid there, thought about sex, and how much he would never get. While wishing about all the things someone would do to him, his sausage began to rise, as it always did while he laid to go to sleep.



The began to rub it up and down, but fell asleep with it in his hand. He woke up the next morning, not looking forward to the 8 hour drive ahead of him. Outside he heard the car horn honking at him. He quickly let go of himself, got dressed grabbed his bags and ran downstairs. As he left, he grabbed his keys and phone and rushed out to Adam’s car.



Still honking the horn of a huge Ford Exploder, Adam called out, “Pack a jacket too? Suppose to be cold tonight!”



“A scout always come prepared,” said Jim.



“Well lets get going then!” Adam hollered as Jim shut door as soon as he was inside, then speeding off into the morning. They drove, talked about school, life, college, everything 2 friends would talk about.



“I’m really glad you came to help me out, the other boys look up to you and your better than any of the other dads!” Adam said with a jolly laugh. His body jiggled when he laughed, with a 46 inch waist and all 300 lbs behind the bellowing.



This caught Jim by surprise. “Really? They look up to me?”



“Of course they do! They’re always asking you for advice and they wanna hang out with you!” Adam said with a hand on the shoulder.



“I guess I just don’t view myself that way…” Jim frowned.



Adam looked at Jim, and slapped upside the head. “Lighten up Jim! Don’t get down, you said earlier, you’re just not sure what the future holds for you, right? All kids that turn 18 feel the same way! And you’ve had 2 months to recover from that! So just set your fears aside for today. I bought apple pie!”



Jim thought for a second, and began laughing, “You would be able to win me over with pie!”



They both laughed and joke as the finally got to the campsite. Once on the site, Jim and Adam made the hike to the camping area, which took about an hour. Once the got there, they began to set up their tents.



“Now we want to set each one up exactly right, we wanna know if they will stand up in the winds and rain.” Adam said. Adam began to regret this decision to come, because he was beat tired! But he was having a fun time with Adam, So he tried to make the best of it. Of course, right after this thought, they both heard thunder. “



Crap..” moaned Jim as he hurried to finish his tent up. Adam had just finished his, and came over to help Jim finish up. The put the tarp on the top of the tent and saw the wall of rain coming their way. They quickly jumped into the tent and zipped it up only seconds before the rain started pounding on the tent. “That was close!” Jim said, out of breath.



Adam chuckled, “A little rain never hurt anyone, but lets hope it stops soon, I want some apple pie!”



Jim laughed, and heard his phone go off, he answered to find out it was the girl from school! “Hello? Oh hey, how are you? I’m ok, just and camp. Huh? I said camp, I’m helping a friend out this weekend. No, it’s a guy, why what’s up?”



Adam listening, knowing exactly where this was going, let out a small giggle.



“No, it’s not that I didn’t want to-, wait, what do you mean? I just- Hello? Hello?…” Jim slowly hung up the phone.



Adam waited a few seconds before asking, “Everything peachy?”



Jim smiled after a second, saying “You know, I really hate girls. They really know how to fuck with us, you know?”



Adam quickly responded, “I thought that was the point?” chuckling at his own joke. Jim caught off guard, let out a smirk, and then began slowly laughing, until he was in tears laughing.



“That why I like you! You’re so laid back, and can make me feel better about anything!” Jim said to Adam.



Stroking his goatee, Adam said, “One day Grasshopper, you too will know the ways of the woman.”



Jim sighed and said, “Whatever, I don’t need them. I’ll just hang with you! Fuck ‘em, right?” He said with a nudge to Adam. They laugh and made fun of girls for the next hour or so, until the rain finally stopped. After night had fallen, Adam and Jim had sat down for silver turtles and apple pie. Half way through the pie, Jim thought about the girl and what she had said over the phone.



“So what if I’m hanging out with a guy instead of you? I can do that! You’re just jealous!” He began to wonder about life and sex and the meaning of it all. He looked at Adam and asked, “So, women, huh? Can’t live with em, or without, right?”



Adam , taking a second, said “Oh, you can!” and smiled at Jim.



Jim asked, “Aren’t you married?”



Adam said, “Nope I’m not marriage material as some would say.”



Jim paused, and finally said, “I’m sorry. But I mean, you’ve…you know? Haven’t you?” Adam shook his head. Jim sat in astonishment. “Never?!” “Never.”



Adam replied. “I can tell you haven’t either,” he continued.



Jim, paused and said “Yea, that obvious?” “No, just I can tell.” Jim sat and thought about all the times he was rejected and finally snapped, “You know, all I want is to get laid? You know! Every time I get close, I just…”



Adam waited to hear the rest, “You just…?”



Jim, frustrated, said “I just…” pausing again, “I couldn’t get it up, ok?! Whenever I get with a girl, we start to make out, and then I feel her up, and she feels me, and I’m stone cold. So they call me gay and a queer…all that stuff.”



Adam asked, “Well, do you like when your with a girl?”



Jim started to think he was giving the wrong impression to Adam, stating, “Of course man! I love the way a girl looks! The booty! All that stuff!”



Adam said, “Ok, calm down. No need to try and convince me.”



Jim felt bad, “I’m sorry…I just don’t know how I feel. I think I’m gonna head to bed. Good night.” Jim strolled off to his tent to lay in bed. He changed into his pajamas and aid in his sleeping bag, and listened to the sound of rain lightly tapping and the wind blowing against the tent. At the brink of falling asleep, Jim awoke abruptly only to find a small leak in his tent. It seems the tarp on top of his tent had been blown off. And to make things worse, its was raining much harder, He unzipped his tent to try and find the tarp, but the wind had picked up too, blowing into his tent and getting rain everywhere! Before he could zip back up, the zipper broke and water was getting everywhere! The tent quickly broke down and Jim jumped out and called out for Adam! Adam poked his head out of his tent and saw what was happening, and called for Jim to join him inside his own tent. Jim quickly ran inside,



Jim was shivering and wet, Adam said “Take your clothes off and throw them outside, you can have some of mine!” Jim did so very quickly and before he knew it, he was naked inside the tent, with no clothes, Adam was looking around and finally said “Uh oh, I left my extra clothes outside in the rain accidentally!”



So there sat Jim, naked in Adams tent, exposed and all. Adam quickly looked around and said, “Here, use the extra blanket!” Jim put it on and it covered only his top half. He sat Indian style, so he wasn’t aware that his sausage was well exposed and aiming right at Adam. Adam saw this, and stared for a second.



He quickly took off his own pajama pants and gave them to Jim saying, “These are warm , they’ll warm you up.” Jim became aware of his pointed cock, and quickly tried to cover up, but then he saw Adam taking off his pants, and realized that he wasn’t wearing a pajama shirt, so Adam was completely naked now. As he watched him undress his cock became more and more thick, and he became confused and stopped thinking about anything else.



He got snapped out of it when Adam said “Can I help you?” with a big bear laugh! Jim began to stutter, and Adam said, “its ok, you don’t have to explain, don’t worry about it. Lets get you warmed up. Adam then began rubbing Jim’s arms and legs and Jim was in shock! He was feeling really good, especially for being wet and cold. Occasionally, he would peek over at Adam’s cock, and saw that it was smooth and getting bigger, probably about 5 inches, maybe 6. After looking, his cock got rock hard! Jim was confused, but didn’t feel embarrassed about this situation, like he thought he would.



Once warmed up, Adam said, “Ok, you’ll be ok, lets just share the blanket and try and get some sleep. Jim had been speechless this entire time, and still was. Adam laid down and turned away from Jim and he fell asleep. Jim laid on his back, and spent the next hour looking up and down Adam smooth and chubby back.



Jim had never felt this way before, he was so turned on by Adam , even though he was like 10 years older than him. He wondered what he should do. Should he talk to him, just go to sleep or what? He was confused in his mind, but all he wanted to do was jerk his cock off right then. As he thought, Adam started to snore and turn over, so he was facing Jim. Jim turned to face him. He couldn’t help himself, so he took another peek downstairs.



There it was, its was soft, but so smooth and…he wasn’t sure. He thought about all the porn he had watched in his life, and realized he never watched any gay porn. So he didn’t know what he could do with Adam’s- “Wait! NO!”



He thought, “this is wrong, what if somebody finds out! I’ll be made fun off everyday!” He thought about what all the kids would say about him…” cock sucker, butt fucker, beard kisser,” and thought, “Wait, maybe that’s what they do…but I don’t know…” He continued to look at Adam’s cock, just laying to the side.



He thought and thought, and finally, decided to touch it. He reached his hand out and gently touched Adam’s balls, which were warm and smooth. Jim began to shake and got really excited, though he wasn’t sure why. He then glided his hand along Adam’s shaft and felt the juicy head.



He wondered if he should stop and then he heard, “I wondered if I could help you.” Adam said softly. Jim jumped and began to stutter again, trying to explain himself. Adam calmed him down and said, “Shhh, its ok. I understand, of course you curious about everything.”



Jim said, “Whoa, I’m not a queer, ok? I was…uh…”



Adam went over to him and said, “How old are you?”



Jim stopped for a second and said, “18 now.”



“Then you don’t have to explain anything. You can do whatever you want. Don’t feel like you need to explain.” Adam said very calmly.



Jim asked, “Why aren’t you freaking out?”



Adam Chuckled and said, “I told you I had never been with a woman,, you never asked about guys.” Jim was startled, but put at ease at the same time. Adam then continued, “If you’re scared, I understand, but if you want to understand more, you have to ask me, and I’ll show you”



Jim without a moments pause said, “I guess…” Adam pulled Jim down to where their chubby bellies were touching and said, “Let me show you.” Adam pull Jim even closer and he kissed him hard and long, until Jim was not thinking straight! He was kissing a guy! Even more, he liked it alot! He was kissing him back!



Things started to get hotter as they kissed and rolled around the tent. Jim started right next to Adam, but soon found himself lying on top of the sleeping bag, while Adam held him close. Jim had just let go, laid there and felt Jim’s lips on his. Adam started to feel around Jim’s nipples, which were already rock hard, so he kissed Jim harder and squeezed them which Jim just moaned.



Jim knew that his cock was already at full mast, and said, “So what are you gonna do to me?”



Adam looked at Jim for a second, and chuckled, saying “You? I think you need to do something for me!” Adam jerked Jim’s head right to his chest and Jim began sucking on Adam’s nipples while he lead his hand around his big chubby belly! “I’m gonna show you some new feelings tonight, and you’ll be begging for more afterwards!”



Adam grunted while Jim chomped away, ” What do you want?” Adam didn’t miss a beat, he kissed Jim and lead his hand down and Jim touched the hottest set of balls ever! He couldn’t realized that he was loving this! He began to fondle Adam’s balls in his hand, which made Adam moan harder, and Jim felt both their cocks begin to reach full potential!



Adam began to suck on Jim’s neck, which made Jim phase out for a second, so his hand landed right on Adam’s cock. This made Adam gasp and say, “Jim, suck this cock! Use that tongue and don’t be afraid!” Jim looked at his cock and knew what he wanted! He went down and licked the tip of Adam’s cock and tasted his cum, which tasted sweet and he wanted more! Jim opened his mouth and took all of Adam in his mouth! He tasted his skin and the cum and it was delicious!



He began tasting all of Adam balls and sausage and he liked it alot, so did Adam , he put his hand on top of Jim’s head and pushed it down until Jim was deep throating him all the way inside his wet hot mouth! Adam grunted, “Oh yea boy, suck it harder! That’s right boy! Show this scoutmaster what he taught his boy!”



Jim loved this dirty talk, even if it was silly, but he couldn’t focus on that much because he could feel Adam hard assuage getting harder and harder, which only made him hornier! Adam began shaking and screaming, “Oh yea! More boy! Harder, harder!” and Jim knew what was coming, so he let go of holding Adam’s cock and grab Adams nipples and squeezed and twisted as hard as he could!



Adam yelped and screamed, “OH YEA BOY! IM, IM…” then Jim felt a rush of cum shoot straight into his mouth, which he gobbled up! Adam was moaning and grunting as he shot more and more cum, straight into Jim’s mouth, and Jim didn’t miss a single drop.



When Adam was finally dried up, he said, “Wow boy, that was excellent for a virgin!”



Jim looked at Adam and gulped, “*gulp*, well it helps to have a great time doing it!”



Adam looked at Jim, And panted, “Then you’re going to love this!



Adam kissed Jim and tasted his cum drenched lips, and moved around the tent, until he was lying on his back, fully exposed to Jim. “Time for you to earn you Riding badge boy!” Adam said while it put his legs in the air, exposing his bare ass for Jim to pounce upon!



Jim didn’t need to be told twice, so he went over to Adam and looked right at him, then went to suck Adam’s nipple while he slowly drove himself inside Adam’s hot, tight ass! It went in so smooth and just ate his cock up until Adam was basically “woofing” and barking at Jim, “YEA BOY, THAT’S THE SPOT!”



Jim had never felt this type of feeling before, and never thought he’d be looking at his scoutmaster while feeling it! His sausage was barely big enough for Adam, and it felt so wet and tight while he pumped away! He got into such a rhythm, that he couldn’t hold in his moans and grunting, so Adam woofed, “Ya having fun boy?”



” OH, MY…GOD…I, *grunt* LOVE THIS!” Jim moaned every pump. Jim started to pump harder, and deeper, which got Adam even more excited, to the point that he was sucking Jim’s finger and moaning louder and louder! Jim saw how much this turned him on, so he grab Adam’s cock again, and jerked him off while he slapped his huge ass with the other hand!!



With all this excitement going on, Jim quickly felt himself about to cum, and grabbed one of Adam’s hands, while jerking him off, and GROWLED as he filled Adam’s ass with his cum!! Adam felt this explosion inside of him and felt his own orgasm, while it shot all over Jim’s chest!



Seconds later, Jim’s knees gave out, while he fell on top of Adam’s chest. Adam hugged him long and hard, and snuggle and smooched while they fell asleep in each others arms. Jim woke up that morning, with the biggest erection he had ever had! This may have been by the incredible fucking last night he thought at first, but he soon realized that Adam had been going to town on it before he had woken up.



He quickly felt himself letting go and shot what little cum he had made while sleeping into Adam eager and open mouth! Jim laid there and panted, out of breath, while Adam said, “Well, there’s my breakfast, you hungry?” Jim and Adam laughed as they took their time packing up, talked about how Jim’s life and how life could change for him now. They ignoring anything and everything that wasn’t each other.



The next two weeks went by without meetings between Adam and Jim, due to conflicts. Jim started a job at a indoor pool and Adam had work to deal with. Two weeks after camping, Adam got a call from Jim, and they caught up and talk about everything, which was nice for Jim because he didn’t want things to get weird between them.



Jim said, “It’s great talking to my big sugar daddy, but I need some lovin!” Adam said in a playful but sad tone,” But I’m out of town for the next week!”



“I know, and that’s why I wanted to talk.” Jim said as he aroused Adam’s attention. Jim added, “You want to be experienced and have my own life, right? Yet, I want to be with you, even though I can’t…”



Adam said, “Of course I do!! If you find another sexy guy, and if its right, then you should see if it works out!”



Jim paused and said, ” Well, that’s why I’m calling, I keep seeing these guys at the pool, showering and I wanted to know…how I should go up to talk with them.”



Adam chuckled deep and loud and said, “GUY-S?!”









To be continued…Check out Jim’s almost swim!!



Let me know what you think!

Living on the edge has never been my philosophy. If anything, I am a rule follower. Oh, I might stretch some rules a bit, but like a stretched rubber band I snap back to a personal reality in due course.



A while back on these pages I confessed to having cheated on my loving, adorable, little miss perfect wife. The seven-year itch hit, my then secretary lured me into her provocative web, and after a few weeks of good — make that great — sex, we were caught in the act. The fact that I was getting a wonderful blow job in my wife’s car didn’t help matters, and after my wife Jane stopped screaming, and after she stopped slapping my secretary and calling her every name from slut to whore, things only got worse.



After a thousand apologies, some counseling, a Nordstrom credit card, and the purchase of a new car to “exorcise” the demons in the old one Jane and I made up. Today, we are happily married once again. I have been and will continue to be a good boy. Still, as I wrote a while back, there are some people who are natural born cheaters who do so without their spouse ever having an inkling of their transgressions.



In a prior story I wrote about Artie, my friend in Accounting, who had a penchant for bedding a variety of young miss and missus without his wife having a second of concern that her man was straying. This man has boulders for balls, and could lie his way out of anything. Over several days we spoke about his shadow life and exploits with women of all shapes, sizes and personalities. His frank interview touched on everything from sex to guilt and everything in between.



After that story was published I received numerous notes of positive feedback. But there were a few which were anything but positive. I was accused of being a louse, a promoter of cheating, and a male chauvinist. Centering on some complaints was the fact I had not spoken with a woman to give the interview equal time.



In the interest of fairness, I did find a woman to agree to be anonymously interviewed on the topic, and like Artie, she was very candid in her responses. Jessica is a sweet 35-year-old woman who has been married nine years. An attractive, 5-6 brunette, wearing jeans and a slinky chiffon top, she seemed a bit nervous when I turned on the tape recorder.



Q: We’ve talked on the Internet about your dalliances, and I wonder if you would be willing to go off the record on this topic if no specific personal details are exposed so that you will remain anonymous?



A: As long as nobody can identify me, why not? I mean, you promise to return the tape to me once you are done the story?



Q: Surely. I’ll give you my license to hold onto or something. It will be our little secret. So…let’s begin. Do you love your husband?



A: Absolutely. We have a good relationship and he is my best friend. We’ve had our ups and downs, but he’s a great man.



Q: But you have strayed from your wedding vows, correct? If you love him, why have you cheated on him?



A: I’ve thought about that since reading your other story. Like your friend, it is a complicated question to answer. My husband is a wonderful man. We are soul mates. We live a good life, have great friends and so forth. But for me there is something missing. He’s an older man, he’s about 20 years older than me, and over the last few years sex has gotten less frequent and wasn’t very satisfying.



At first I tried to change things in my marriage, I’d be more seductive, think of ways to seduce him, entice him, and turn him on more often. I have a dresser full of sexy lingerie. I’ve tried to talk dirty. I’ve attempted to do things he said he liked having done to him. But after a while I realized he just didn’t have the same desires I had. It was something I lived with.



I love him. I would never leave him. I don’t want to get caught in any compromising position, I don’t want him to know. I don’t want him hurt. I just wanted, needed, a little more.



Q: Yet something changed. You admitted to me that you have cheated on him. Why?



A: With my last answer as a start, you can see I was frustrated at not getting the sex I wanted. Deep down, I wanted to try it all. Apart from having no desire for a lot of pain or humiliation, there wasn’t much I didn’t want to do or try. My husband wasn’t satisfying that need, and I started looking elsewhere.



Q: How was sex before you were married?



A: Very good. Maybe not as frequent as I would have liked, but the frequency didn’t bother me back then. It was good, although in retrospect it wasn’t as risqué or naughty as I would have liked. I wanted to experiment, like with mild bondage, watching pornography while doing “it”, or anal play, and that wasn’t his bag. He likes missionary, he likes me to be submissive rather than active, and overall, isn’t very imaginative in bed. With a lover, it is different. I rarely do missionary with a lover. I just might try anything. It’s exciting, the sex is a little more on the edge.



Q: You wanted a little more sex with a wild flavor, eh?



A: (laughs) Yes, I guess so. I mean, nothing really crazy, but I just hated it when I’d run my finger along his ass and he’d jump back, or that he obviously didn’t enjoy it when I got on top of him. Heck, most guys would love to be blown in the car, but he would push me away if I even attempted it. Oops, that one hit close to home, huh?



Q: You are really funny. I guess you did read my other story, the one where my wife caught me with my cock in my secretary’s mouth. But seriously, do you fear that he will find out that you have cheated on him?



A: Oh lord yes. It would break his heart. I am definitely not open or overt about cheating. We don’t have an “agreement”. A girlfriend of mine was caught cheating by her husband, and my husband caller her a whore. I can’t imagine what he would call me. So I take precautions. I am very careful.



Q: How many times have you cheated?



A: Times? Like as in how many times I have had sex outside marriage? Or how many men I have slept with?



Q: Partners?



A: I’ve actually had more partners after I got married than before. I feel a bit slutty confessing this, but I’ve had about 17 partners since I began (cheating). I pride myself on the fact that I have always been safe…for obvious reasons this is important.



Q: When was the first time you had an affair?



A: As I mentioned before, it was about three years after I had gotten married. It wasn’t planned, but I had been feeling the need for more sex and began fantasizing about seducing someone or being seduced. Still, when it happened, I was a bit surprised.



Q: How so?



A: I didn’t think I could act on the impulse, I suppose.



Q: What happened?



A: He was a young salesman visiting our offices. Right out of college, still wet behind the years, but with “the look”. He was scrumptious. Muscles in the right places, a quick talker. We had talked on the phone a few times before I actually met him, discussing business of course. But when he walked into the conference room that day for his presentation to us I got weak in the knees. It’s a good think nobody called on me in the meeting, because I was in la la land for much of it. We joked and talked a bit after the meeting, and I was mesmerized my him.



We spoke a few times on the telephone after that meeting, and when he came back to the office late one day the next week to sign the deal and deliver some papers we agreed to meet for drinks at a local bar. I don’t know what got over me, but after two drinks I asked him to walk me to my car. We did it that night in the back seat and it was cramped, furious and fantastic.



Q: Was that the beginning of an affair?



A: Yes…no…not really. We met a couple other times, made love on each occasion, but it sort of fizzled after a while. We didn’t have much in common or a lot to talk about.



Q: But you’ve had other lovers.



A: A couple other young, single guys, but for the most part they have been married men with something to lose if they were found out. They get something they don’t get at home, I get something I don’t get at home. Quid pro quo. No fuss, no muss.



There is something about variety. I’ve had encounters with big men, small men, you name it, and I’ve been with all kinds of guys.



Q: Big as in size of their equipment?



A: No, silly. Big like over 6 feet tall! But yes, I have had various sizes and shapes of their personal equipment. I like long cocks, but really love thick ones. Every time I open up a fly it’s a treat, because you don’t really know what is in those underpants. Guys you expect to be huge might not be, others surprise you.



Q: What’s the longest lasting relationship you have had?



A: Well, it’s not an every month rendezvous, but I have a very special friend who I’ve seen for four years. He lives in another state. He’s married. He travels a bit on the job and every so often our paths cross. We’ve probably done it 50 or 60 times, but we can go months without seeing each other.



Q: How do you keep it away from your spouse?



A: Just like all the others. Deceit. I hate it, and am constantly worrying about leaving some piece of incriminating evidence. Still, the attraction for the sex is so great that it is worth it. I am just very careful. It entails a great deal of planning, and a whole lot of trail covering.



You have to be very smart about it, and you can’t, at all costs, screw up. You have to think ahead, you have to anticipate something will go wrong. You are constantly looking over your shoulder, staying away from places where you might run into someone who shouldn’t be seeing you. I always go where I am saying I am going, even if just to drive by, so I can keep my story straight.



The guy usually pays for things, so there aren’t receipts that might find their way into my possession. I clearly am not going to keep any souvenirs. I never give out a home phone number, and demand that I call them using a phone card that can’t be traced back to me. I insist the guy always use protection, because the last thing I would need is to come down with something. This one guy wanted to keep my panties as a memento, and I told him he was crazy. How could he possibly explain them to his wife if she accidentally found them?



Q: It sounds as if you are good at keeping things secret. Do things always work as planned?



A: Well, I haven’t been caught. Sometimes I wonder why I do it…a one or two hour rendezvous can take days to plan. It isn’t easy. And then there are the last minute cancellations or changes in plans because of a lover’s last minute family responsibilities. In times like that you still have to go out, carrying through with your plan without the sex because you can’t have too many cancellations without him catching on. I have driven around town a few times passing the time because of a last minute emergency or problem with my lover meeting me.



Q: What do you look for in a lover?



A: You might think it would be a perfect body, a real stud. Someone who knocks a woman off her feet. But while looks are important so is someone with a good sense of humor, someone who can talk about more than just himself, someone who takes an interest in me, someone who actually listens and cares about what I have to say.



Of course I want someone who is adventurous in bed. Early on it might be tentative sex, but after that first time it has to be intense. Anything but missionary, sometimes outside of the bedroom. Danger is a major turn on.



Q: Have you “done it” in unusual places?



A: (Laughing) My armpit? I assume you mean…well, different locations. Yes, a few places which aren’t a bedroom. In a moving car, for instance. I gave a lover head while we were driving. I don’t suggest that, because in looking back that is very, very dangerous!



I’ve done it in the back seat outside a restaurant, in a mall parking lot, at a park, you name it and I’ve tried it. I’ve given head in the front seat while the guy pretended he was reading the newspaper and I worked on him underneath while people were getting into cars nearby.



Other different places include a rest room at a gas station, on a park bench, and my personal favorite, giving a lover a blowjob, kneeling in front of him alongside the AMTRAK railroad tracks while a Metroliner was passing. It was so hot because there was no way anyone would have known who we were since the train was moving at more than a hundred miles an hour. He came in my mouth just as the last car was whizzing past.



This one man, a married guy in his 40s, wanted me to go down on him in one of those glass elevators. He stopped the thing between floors high in a hotel with an atrium. Here we were, high above everyone downstairs, but perfectly in view for those in other elevators. It was awesome. We quickly got out on a floor and made our way down the stairway to his room.



Then there is the man I mentioned that I’ve been seeing on and off for four years. I blew him at the Philadelphia airport when he had an hour layover between connecting flights. I met him at the gate, and surprised him because he thought we were only meeting for coffee. But I was early and noticed that no planes were leaving from these two gates at the end of one terminal…and it was just down the hall from where his plane was arriving. I walked with him down the corridor, turned and sat him down and told him I had a surprise for him. I made sure nobody was following and then quickly pulled out his dick and began sucking it. He came in a couple of minutes and we still had time for coffee before he had to get on the plane.



Q: You have an exhibitionist streak. What about in the bedroom?



A: I mentioned I don’t like missionary with a lover. Generally I like to be on top, but part of the fascination of having a lover who is willing to try anything is to do just that. My husband and I never 69ed, but that is something I like with a lover I am familiar with. I love oral sex, although early on with a lover I make him keep his rubber on. I use those flavored ones. I love dressing up for a lover, but only with lingerie I’ve first tried on for my husband. Toys can be exciting. And a special kick is masturbating in front of a lover, or having him masturbate for me. That’s hot, very intense. And at a later date, when we are having phone sex, I can visualize how he looks when he is doing himself because I have already seem him doing that in person.



Q: You mentioned your concern about being detected, and how you are very careful. You’ve also mentioned how most of your rendezvous have been good experiences. Do you have any regrets? Do you feel good about yourself?



A: Regrets? On one hand, I wish I could satisfy my needs at home, because then I wouldn’t have to go to such lengths to avoid detection. But on the other hand, part of the mystique of all this is the danger. I mean, if I was caught giving head to my husband in the car, so what? We’re married. But to be doing it to a married guy, in a semi-open and visible location is so very bad. And so very exciting.



If I had never cheated I would never had experienced some great encounters. And yes, it does a lot for my self-image that I can attract and satisfy a variety of men. It’s hard at times, though, because I can get to feel very guilty about myself, especially on a night when I am returning from a night “with my girlfriends” when actually I was sucking cock. If my husband is home I get this guilty, terrible feeling. I normally attempt to make love to him on nights like that. But usually he just turns over and says he’s too tired or something. I will lay there in bed wishing it could be different.



Q: But you still love him?



A: Oh yes. I love him.



Q: Any final thoughts?



A: If a woman asked me if she should…well, stray, I would say for her to think long and hard about it, about the consequences, before she did. While it has been good for me, I don’t know if some people can handle the emotional baggage. Cheating is very difficult on one’s mind.



When push comes to shove, I would tell them to work on their marriage and make it better.



If one does stray down the other path, she must not go overboard on giving hubby attention, because that’s a telltale sign of something being amiss. You have to be aware of what you are saying all the time, you have to be in control at all times as not to let something slip out. That in itself can be exhausting. No receipts, no love notes, no late night phone calls when you are lonely. You can’t do anything that will draw suspicion, and you have to know when to “cool it” so as not to draw attention to your exploits.



Be careful, be safe, and be smart is the moral of this story if you are going to stray in your marriage. It can be painful, not only if you are found out but also mentally even if you are not.

Since I’ve begun sharing some of my experiences with you, I’m receiving more and more letters from readers, both from the U.S. and other countries, asking for more details, background information, and, yes, even angling for a personal relationship (naughty, naughty!:)



Some of you have complimented me on my writing style. Thank you so much! That’s so nice of you. I really like to write and I did take some creative writing courses in college, so it’s gratifying to know that wasn’t all for nothing.



I do appreciate all your responses, so I thought I would try to answer some of your many questions. You’ve already had some very explicit glimpses into the physical, almost athletic, aspect of what it’s like for a girl to be gang-fucked, but there’s just as big of an emotional side too, and I’d like to share some of that with you so you don’t think of me simply as flesh. Any girl can be fucked, but not every girl fucks. Your emotion drives you; you get out what you put in, especially in a gang-bang. You can’t be passive and expect to enjoy yourself. But that’s true of just about everything in life, isn’t it?



“What makes a girl do that?” you are wondering. Some of your letters are really asking that question, although you are a bit shy about phrasing it that way. OK, fair enough:



In the first place, when I was in high school, I never fantasized about having sex with a group of guys, and I certainly never planned for that first time. When I woke up the morning of the day I met Janie and she invited me to the theater-in-the-round party, I didn’t have a clue. Oh, she was suggestive enough that I had a pretty good idea I was going to meet some attractive guys that night, and I was even prepared to have sex “on the first date” if I met someone I really liked – I even dressed for the occasion if you’ll remember – but I never expected what wound up happening. Janie’s suggesting the Fleets was an eye-opener, and I knew what she was hinting at by referring to “being prepared,” and I was curious about that, and even willing to try it in the ass, but I was thinking one guy alone.



Anyway, one thing led to another, I had a nice little buzz on from the alcohol, and I just felt so sexy and desirable with my pussy shaved and the teensy thong, and Janie’s five- inch heels, and here were all these really built guys, and then Janie actually starts fucking this guy on stage, and something in me just got released. I mean, it must have been in there all the time, but I had just never recognized it. And once it got loose, there was no putting the genie back in the bottle, so to speak. I never really thought about what we were all doing on the stage while we were doing it, it just all flowed so naturally. The flood of physical sensation I got being so utterly penetrated was so ecstatically intoxicating, I just remember feeling I didn’t want it to ever stop. Your whole body just ripples and tingles, and every so often you get these repeated crescendos of pure sensation that draw the muscles in the most private part of you from quivering suddenly into full contraction, and you scream and release into three or four huge shudders and spasms. And they don’t stop. And right away it starts to build again. And they just keep penetrating you. And you think, oh please don’t stop, please don’t ever stop. And it just goes on and on, for an hour, or two, or even three. And then they cum inside you over and over again, and they shoot all over your face, and cum is in your mouth and you taste it and swallow it, and that just makes you want even more. Ooh, G_d, I just love it so-o-o much. I get goose bumps every time I even start to think about it.



I guess in a way it could be something like the extreme high people experience when they use a really strong drug for the first time. It’s so indescribably pleasurable that all they can think about afterwards is the next time, the next time, the next time. By the way, I have personally never tried anything stronger than pot, and I promise I never will. Not cocaine, not LSD, not narcotics, nothing, with a capital “N.” For me, sex is enough of a high all by itself, and believe me, when I do it, it doesn’t need any drug enhancement.



Some of you wrote and asked if everything I described at the party really happened. Are you kidding me? You think someone could actually make all that up? Please. Give me a break. I can’t help it if you’re jealous because you weren’t there.



One of you asked about my writing style; whether I use an outline, or whether the story evolves as I write it? A lot of it is from memory, but I keep a diary, so I actually had described many of the details for my diary while they were still fresh in my mind, and I always have that to refer to, and that has helped me a lot in my writing. Keeping a diary is a useful habit. So no, there’s no outline unless you count the diary. The story flows pretty much the way I experienced it. The way I described the way we looked after the lights went back on, with all the cum dripping out of us and everything, and our faces and breasts all streaked and glistening, that’s an image you don’t easily forget.



Someone else commented that the story was so detailed that reading it felt like watching a movie. I consider that a great compliment, because I think that any good writing should give the reader vivid visual imagery. But there’s so much more to it than that. In fact, for great sex, all the senses have to be stimulated at once; I certainly want you to picture my spread legs, see me getting fucked and dripping cum, but you also want to be able to feel the caress of my hot pink vaginal sheath enveloping your own cock as you slide in and out of me, the tightness of my rim as you push your throbbing shaft through it until you’re all the way up my ass, hear the moans and all the wet squishy sounds, breathe in and savor the soft musk scent of a girl’s readiness, bury your nose and tongue deep in her warm slippery quick; lick and taste the silky liquid essence of her arousal.



The movie comment was actually quite perceptive, because, as I hope you will see by and by from reading about our California experiences, there actually are movies of us in action, and since I have a copy of each one, I can use them to really describe the detail when I write. I’ve watched myself in these films many times, and fingered myself many times watching them. I know each gang-fuck scene by heart, and I can remember which cumshots were particularly messy, or if one guy’s cum tasted especially good. But as far as I know, there is no movie of the theater-in-the-round party, nor did I ever see any video camera that night. Someone probably did take some stills, because I remember the flashes going off, but I’ve never seen any pictures, if indeed someone has any stashed away somewhere.



I was sure someone would ask about sexually transmitted diseases, and whether I worry about that, but curiously, no one did. We all know to practice safe sex, but if you do that exclusively, there goes all the cum fun, which is the best part. I never go with strangers. The football group in the theater-in-the-round was a close-knit group of young guys who wouldn’t have wanted to give a disease to a friend, any more than they would have wanted to get one, so I felt safe with them in that regard, especially since Janie had been with their group before. But I have to admit, if you don’t practice 100% safe sex, you are not 100% safe. That’s undeniable. When we do movies, the participants are all regularly and thoroughly tested. They take that extremely seriously, especially after an unfortunate case of a girl contracting HIV caused the entire industry to stop shooting for several months. If you have a one night stand with someone you can’t vouch for, use a condom. That guy doesn’t get to cum in you.



I hope you like reading about my sex experiences, and I hope to be writing some more for you. Since that first California trip, and since I’ve been making movies, my life is lot more hectic and I don’t have the luxury of much spare time to just write. I am determined to complete my Ph.D., and between studies and the movie thing, I’m pretty much straight out right now. I know I could pursue a full-time career in adult films if I wanted to, but I prefer to keep it a sidelight in my life right now. I kind of get to have my cake and eat it too. The few movies I’ve done have given me enough of an income so that my campus life has become very comfortable. I have a great new apartment, lots of new sexy stuff to wear, and a shiny new white BMW to replace my old Toyota, but I’m still just Amy.



Incidentally, you may already have seen Janie and me in one or more of our movies, but I’ll confess that “Willow” and “Cassandra” are not the names we go by in the films. They gave us new names when the credits were added. Some girls even work under three or four different names. You’ll just have to try and guess who we are when you see us. Hopefully my explicit descriptions will help you in that regard. It shouldn’t be that tough. The shaved pussy won’t help you though; every girl has one of those.



Janie asked me if she could add a little to this, and that’s cool, so here she is:



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Hi everyone, it’s Janie. I don’t have anywhere near Amy’s writing talent, so forgive me for that, but I just wanted to say hello to you all. She’s editing this for me a little. Just like you, I have read all of what Amy’s written. Isn’t she good? She describes stuff really accurately and with lots of juicy bits. I like to read about myself doing it, and it’s fun reliving some of the neat stuff we’ve done together. I know she told you about the first time we were taken out to dinner in California and I didn’t wear any panties; I like to do that sometimes just to amuse myself. A few times I’ve done it on dates and placed a guy’s hand there and you wouldn’t believe the reaction! You have to try this. Once I even almost got fucked in a restaurant doing that, but the booth was too cramped for us to straddle each other without attracting too much attention, so I just went down on him under the table, and then he did it to me.



I liked the question about what makes a girl do that. In my case, I had sex for the first time when I was sixteen; I think it was about two weeks before I turned seventeen that I actually fucked the guy. He was a senior, I was a junior. We did oral sex for a couple of weeks before that, but once we started screwing I couldn’t get enough. I just wanted to do it all the time. After he graduated, I had a few other boyfriends, and I screwed around a lot and looked forward to it all the time. One Friday night senior year I fucked three different guys together. We were all friends already anyway, and they promised they wouldn’t tell anyone else, and they never did as far as I know.



In college I often had sex with two guys, and sometimes with three or more. The first time I got fucked in the ass was sophomore year. It was actually me that wanted to do it. The guy had never done it before, and I had to persuade him to do it to me. He was afraid to hurt me. It did hurt a little the first time, but it didn’t stop me from doing it again. I think we just didn’t use enough lube, and the guy was so inexperienced. Anyway, it’s never been a problem since; it feels good, and I enjoy the variety.



One time when I was with two guys one of them came in my mouth. That was a revelation for me. I loved that, and I told both guys right then that I loved it, so I asked the second guy to come on my face too. After that, I didn’t consider sex complete unless I wound up with some cum to taste at the end. Most guys told me I was the first girl who let them do that. I thought that was kind of sad, because it’s so much fun. After a while, I started getting playful with the cum, blowing bubbles, eating it out of a condom, things like that. I knew the guys loved me doing that, but it’s really no big deal. I just like it.



In case anyone is curious, I had been to two other parties at the theater-in-the-round before the one I asked Amy to. I fucked six or seven of the guys both of those times, but it was nothing like the free-for-all with Amy, where we must have had at least thirty. Oh, and when those other two girls, Shannon and Melissa, joined in, that was the absolute wildest! Incidentally, I enjoy Amy’s body almost as much as guys, and plus she’s got a great tongue. She knows exactly how to make me cum every time.



I don’t ever consider myself a “bad” girl; I just happen to like sex a lot, and I need a lot of it to keep me happy and satisfied. I don’t think that makes me abnormal at all. If you don’t happen to need much sex, that doesn’t make you abnormal either. And if you think I’m a slut, I’m willing to bet you’re not getting enough yourself.



I feel real good about Amy and me sharing these experiences. I feel like I helped her discover an important part of herself, and I’m happy about that. She’s really blossomed. Who could have guessed how sexually talented she was? If we hadn’t just bumped into each other that one day, both of our lives would be so different right now. I doubt I would have ever gotten into movies by myself, and I know Amy wouldn’t have.



I hope Amy writes a lot more for you about our movies, and what it’s like to make them. Especially the time that I got…no, I’m going to leave that out for now and save it for another time. Maybe Amy will tell you about it.



If you want to write me a note or ask me any questions, just send it to Amy; she’ll see that I get it. Maybe we can do another one of these little answer pieces sometime, so you can get to know me even better. Be happy. Luv, Janie.

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