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I’m driving to a new adult theater with excitement building every mile. You see I’m a Trans Girl and I adore no I love playing in adult theaters. I love the excitement of having sex in front of strangers, I love the feeling of strange anonymous hands all over my body, feeling me touching me, I love being watched while I suck a guy off, I love being watched as I suck off many guys. I love being bent over a chair and fucked while being watched and I love having a guy come up and stick his cock in my mouth as I’m being fucked. But I digress.



So, I heard about a little theater in South Florida that was supposed to be fun and that both men and women went there alone and as couples. I had read some posts about it in a Yahoo Group and it sounded like my kinda place.



I had spent the afternoon shopping en femme for an outfit for my first night at the new theater. After many years playing in theaters I know what type of outfit I need to wear for fun. I prefer a front hook bra so my breasts are easily accessible, I like to wear a dress that either buttons up the front or is easily pushed up over my ass. Oh how I love being bent over and feeling my skirt pushed up while a guy pulls my thong aside and starts playing with my girl clit as he gets ready to enter me. I love that feeling of him getting me wet and loosened up. I love surrendering to him, the anticipation of knowing I’m going to have a cock sliding into me just drives me crazy with desire. So as you might see I put a lot of thought into planning for my night of debauchery. I want to be prepared and attractive to my audience.



I stop and get a new color lip stick as I like leaving a little ring around a cock while I’m sucking him. I also needed some new eye shadow to go with my new dress. I decided to go with a short black dress that buttoned up the front and had a pretty embroidered rose on the front. It would look great while stopping by a local night club before the theater and it would be practical for a night of being used that I was so hoping for.



Back at my hotel I have a nice long hot bath and give myself a little mini facial (thinking about the major facial I’ll get later if I’m lucky . I shave my legs and do a little landscaping. I love being completely smooth for my lovers. The feeling of hands running all over my smooth body just sends me to a special place.



I pick my favorite new black lace front hook bra and a cute black thong and killer heels for the evening. Now time for make up, I spent a ton of money at Sephora this afternoon just so I’d look and feel great tonight. I love applying my makeup it seems to really get me in the mood. Of course maybe standing at the bathroom counter mirror in my bra, thong and heels putting just the right shade of eye shadow on might have something to do with it. I really take my time as I feel it’s so important to have my makeup just right. Which when you think about the fact that my face will be covered in cum later on it seems kind of pointless but it’s important to me.



Time for the black dress I pass on thigh highs as my legs are nicely tanned and smooth and I just love the feeling of my dress on my bare legs. I check my purse to make sure my trusty nipple clips, some tissues and my small makeup kit and hair brush are in there and I am ready for the night.



I stop off at the Manor in Fort Lauderdale around 9:00 to see what’s going on and chat with a couple of guys but it’s still a bit early for the crowd. Besides I’m so pumped up for the theater that I only spend a few minutes there. I gotta get there!



So, with the help of my trusty GPS I get there a short time later. There are quite a few cars in the parking lot so that’s a good sign. I go in and pay my $10 and enter the theater in hopes of some fun. After a few minutes my eyes finally adjust and I see maybe 20 +/- guys and one couple who seem to be enjoying themselves but they leave soon after I get there. I sit towards the back on the aisle and ponder what the evening has in store.



Theaters are kind of funny sometimes they’re incredible and sometimes it’s a snooze fest. As I’m thinking a youngish guy asks if he can sit next to me. He looks pretty yummy and I say yes. He sits down and we chat for a bit and then he leans in and kisses me. Well when our lips meet all the feelings and urges and energy I’ve had inside me in anticipation of tonight just come rushing out and I just melt in his arms. We continue to kiss and I feel his hands starting to roam and caress my body and I can’t wait to go down on my new young friend. He seems to sense that I want to suck him so bad and he gently leads my head to his lap where his cock is in full bloom. I hungrily engulf his cock and I’m in ecstasy. The feeling of a cock inside my mouth especially the first one of the evening is just wondrous and I try to enjoy every second of it being inside me. Unfortunately it’s not to be and after what seems like seconds he explodes in my mouth with more cum than I’ve seen or felt. Don’t get me wrong I loved it but I was hoping he’d last a little longer but fortunately he gave me a lot of cum. As it starts running down my chin I can’t help thinking this is going to be a hot night 



My friend stands to leave and without me realizing it another gentleman was standing next to me in the aisle at cock level. He had it out and ready and I just turned my head and devoured him. He was a bit wider than my previous cock but it felt wonderful and I worked my mouth up and down his shaft and I could tell he loved every second of it. His moans and grabbing my head and pushing my face to meet each thrust told me he was definitely enjoying it. All of the sudden I felt a hand from the other side of me unbuttoning my dress and caressing my breasts. I’ve secretly been on hormones for about 6 months and I was starting to enjoy some nice breast growth and he was loving my new titties for sure. I love being felt up by someone else while I’m going down on another guy so this was sending me through the roof and I sucked harder and deeper. He soon shot a nice warm load in my mouth and I drank every bit of his cream. It felt wonderful and he thanked me for a hot blowjob.



Apparently several other people were enjoying the view as I looked around and probably 6 or 8 guys had been watching us. I thought I should I give the next blowjob to the guy that was playing with my breasts but he seemed to have other ideas. He asked me to stand up and he completely unbuttoned my dress and undid my bra. He asked me if I’d like to fuck and of course I said yes before he could get the question out of his mouth. He bent me over the seat and started licking me and making me wet. I felt him push his cock inside me and I thought I’d faint it felt so good. I have to admit that I really don’t fuck that many guys only ones that really turn me on and him going down on me making me so wet really turned me on. He started to pump his cock inside me gently at first but increasingly harder. My eyes closed I was enjoying every second of it and after opening my eyes to see a beautiful cock in front of me and about to enter my mouth I knew I was going to be enjoying myself even more.



Having my mouth full of cock and being fucked at the same time well it doesn’t get any better than this does it. Another guy had spotted my breasts hanging down and swaying back and forth with each pump and he decided squeeze and caress them to my ever lasting gratitude. I took a quick break to grab my nipple clips out of my purse and my tit man put them on my nipples. All 3 guys loved seeing the nipple clips on and I soon felt cum shooting into each hole. I stood up and cum was running down my leg and down my chin and over my breasts, with my dress half on, bra hanging on and thong barely still on and with my nipple clips on I’m sure I was quite the sight but oh did I feel wonderful.



Apparently I didn’t look too bad because I was asked to come just as I was into the back corner of the theater where several guys I’m not even sure how many asked me or rather forced me onto my knees and proceeded to have me go down on each and every one of them. Several guys stuck their cocks in my mouth and some guys jerked off on me. I was on fire from the heat of all the guys around me and I felt so hot and so slutty but most of all I felt that I was exactly where I wanted to be. The guys circled around me were feeding me cock or jerking off on me and other guys in the theater were just watching. As the guys came one by one either inside my mouth or all over my face and in my hair I felt cum all over me (so much for the makeup, huh) and I was drenched. What a sight I was now mostly undressed and absolutely covered in cum and who should walk in but the couple from earlier in the evening.



They took a look at me and then looked at each other and then she came over to me and took me by the hand and walked me down to the front seats of the theater. She told me to get down on my knees and then she stripped down to nothing and told me I really needed to add some pussy juice to my face. I proceeded to eat her pussy while every single person in the audience watched till she came and she came hard. She then picked my face up and kissed me deeply and started licking cum off my face. She seemed to know exactly how I felt and we held each other tightly and enjoyed the moment.



Absolutely drenched in cum and my clothing looking pretty messed up I did the walk of shame up the center aisle and through the lobby and out the front door. I did hear the counter guy say I must’ve had quite a night and I just kind of smiled to myself and thought yes I did indeed.



The ride back to my hotel gave me some time to think about the night and even though I could still feel the wet cum on me I just couldn’t stop smiling.



Back in my room I slowly undressed taking off my now stretched out bra, ripped thong and cum soaked dress my what ever will the dry cleaners think about this but then again it won’t be the first time . I took a nice hot shower washing off the many loads of cum I was so nicely given that night. Soaping myself up I couldn’t help my hands from roaming all over my body, closing my eyes I imagined all those hands all over me again. As my little clitty grew and stiffened my hands soon found their way to it and thinking about the past few hours I came so hard I shuddered.



Another wonderful little theater found and enjoyed I can’t wait to discover another one and I’ll certainly return to this one.

This is the latest in a series of stories about Hank and his wife’s sister Heather. Check out my profile for others.



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Hank was really looking forward to the trip down south with his wife to visit her sister. It would be the first time he had see Heather since their encounter at his house three months before.



They hadn’t talked since then, or exchanged any emails, so Hank wasn’t sure what kind of reception to expect. Maybe she regretted her actions at his house last time. But if she was upset, she probably would have said something to Hank’s wife, her sister. But Hank knew she hadn’t.



Hank couldn’t stop thinking about all they did that last trip. He masturbated to the memory of their first fuck just about every night. He could replay every move, smell every scent, and remember the feeling of his cock filling up her tight cunt as if it were just yesterday.



As soon as Heather and her husband bought their new boat they immediately invited Hank and his wife out to see it. So, if there was any regret about their behavior last time, Heather surely wouldn’t have invited him so soon, would she?



Ultimately, it didn’t matter. Hank and his wife Amy showed up at Heather’s lakeside house on a hot 85-degree day, abnormally warm for early April.



“Hey sister!” Heather said as she greeted Amy at the door. She hugged her sister as Hank stood behind her with their bags. “And there’s Hank,” Heather said turning to him. “So nice to see you again.”



Heather stepped up and embraced Hank. As her sister walked in the house, Heather didn’t say anything but instead licked the inside of Hank’s ear. The feel of her tongue, and her hot breathe in his ear, caused Hank to get hard instantly. Obviously, he had his answer.



“Hey you guys, Mike is already down at the boat waiting for us. Change into your bathing suits right away and we can head down there,” Heather said as she let go of Hank and followed her sister into the house. She was wearing shorts and a T-shirt but Hank could see straps of her bikini underneath it, so she was ready to go.



Hank and Amy headed to the guest bedroom and quickly changed. Hank had to turn his back to Amy so she couldn’t see his still-present erection caused by Heather’s surprise ear probe.



Hank and Amy met Heather outside and they began the short walk to the lake where the boat was docked. Heather’s husband Mike was there waiting.



“Hey guys!” he called out. “Who’s ready to go swimming?”



Hank’s wife Amy loved to swim. Him, not so much. Hank brought a book to read.



“Wow, what a great boat!” Amy said. “Is the water warm? I would love to go for a swim.”



“Yes, it’s great,” Mike said. “I’m definitely getting in. What about you Hank?”



“Nah, I think I’ll just read my book. Are you getting in, Heather?”



“I think I’ll work on my tan,” Heather said as they climbed onto the boat. It was a 30-foot Sunray, with a cabin below deck and a large bow perfect to lay out and get some sun.



Mike piloted the boat way out into the middle of the lake, far from anyone else. The sun shined down brightly, making everyone comfortable in their swimming gear. Hank, of course, was most interested in what Heather chose to wear and he was not disappointed. She had on a barely there string bikini, which seemed painted onto her tight ass and 34B breasts.



As for Hank, he didn’t have on anything special, just your normal old swimming trunks and no shirt.



Once the boat was anchored, Heather lay a towel down on the deck of the boat. Mike and Amy eagerly jumped into the water, swimming at the front of the boat. Hank and Heather couldn’t see them because the bow of the boat stuck out too far.



Heather lay down on her stomach and Hank stood right behind her enjoying the view. Her bikini bottom perfectly framed her tight ass. It rode high on her butt, revealing the bottom edges of her ass. He was so close, her could see goose pimples on her ass when a cloud briefly covered up the sun. She lay with her legs together and her arms in front of her cradling a book.



“You like our boat?” Heather asked without turning around or moving her head from her book.



“Yeah, it’s great,” Hank said, continuing to stare at her ass.



“You like the view?” Heather asked, slowly spreading her legs apart.



“I am enjoying the view,” Hank said, staring between Heather’s legs as she slowly moved them apart. “I just wish I could see more.”



“You know, it’s funny,” Heather said, still looking at her book as her legs were now wide apart on her beach towel. “I just bought this swimsuit and it just doesn’t seem to fit me right.”



“Oh yeah,” Hank said, moving even closer. “What’s wrong with it?”



“Well,” Heather said. “The bottoms just seem to ride up on me and I constantly have to readjust them.”



As she was talking, she reached back with her right hand and slid her index finger underneath the edge of her bikini, lifting it up from her skin. Hank had a perfect view of her ass as she pulled the bikini down a couple inches to cover more of her skin.



“Yeah, that must be a pain,” Hank said. He could hear his wife and Heather’s husband laughing and talking in the water below them as they swam.



“It’s not so bad,” Heather said. “But this fabric is also a little itchy.”



And with that, she reached back with her left hand and pulled the bikini to one side, revealing her twat to Hank. The view was his favorite to see, from behind, with her cunt pressing down against the towel, her ass in the air. Her pubic hair was trimmed, nearly shaved, he could see, and the sight of her pussy lips in the open air just a couple feet away from him made his cock spring to attention.



“How do you like the view now?” Heather asked, still not turning around.



“Mmm. Much better,” Hank said. “I need to take some pictures for my scrapbook.”



“Go for it,” Heather said.



Hank got out his phone and began snapping away, zomming in on her exposed cunt. He was cock throbbed.



Heather rocked her body back and forth and spread her legs even more. That caused her pussy lips to open ever so slightly. Hank could see the bright pink inside of her vagina. His cock was fully erect and tough to hide inside the unforgiving swimming trunks.



“How about now?” Heather asked.



“The best yet,” Hank said. “I see this boat has a cabin. What’s it like down there?”



“Are you trying to get me to go down there with you while my sister and my husband are distracted?” Heather asked with a smile.



“Yup,” Hank said.



Heather rolled over quickly onto her stomach and then sprang up on her feet.



“Let me show you,” she said. Heather’s gaze was instantly drawn to Hank’s obvious boner. She kept her eyes on it as she walked past him, allowing her arm to briefly graze his throbbing cock. Just the slight touch of her skin against him, even though the fabric of his trunks was a buffer, almost led Hank to cum on the spot. He was extremely turned on.



He followed Heather through the sliding glass door to the boat’s cabin. The door had the type of glass that allowed those inside to see out, but no one outside could see in. Hank closed the door behind him and descended the three stairs where Heather stood waiting for him.



“You seem a little excited,” Heather said, looking down at Hank’s erect cock and then back up at his face.



“I am,” Hank said. “What are you going to do about it?”



Heather didn’t say anything but instead got down on her knees with her face directly in front of his bulge, which seemed to be struggling to burst out of his trunks. Heather reached up and grabbed the laces of his trunks, slowly untying the loose knot. She reached inside the waistband of his trunks, which were easily loosened, and pulled them down.



Hank’s 7-inch cock popped to attention. It was fully erect and throbbing just inches from Heather’s face, almost begging her to provide some relief.



“Hurry up,” Hank said. “We don’t have much time.”



Before he could finish his last sentence, Heather swallowed his massive dick, getting the whole shaft into her mouth. She played with his balls with her right hand as she masterfully sucked his manhood. She worked her head up and down on his shaft, sucking it with such force that Hank could not hold out for long. It only took seconds before he exploded in her mouth.



“Jesus, Heather,” he said as he came. “Oh my god.”



Three, four then five massive ejaculations shot out of his dick and into Heather’s warm mouth. She easily gulped them all down, like someone lost in the dessert dying for hydration. After the last burst of hot cum from Hank’s dick, Heather came up for a breathe, then licked the tip of his cock to get the remaining cum that was dripping off the end.



“I think I hear them,” Hank said. He looked up at the door and saw his wife toweling herself off. Heather jumped up quickly and moved toward the stairs. “Stay here,” she said.



Heather opened the door and came out on the deck of the boat. Her husband came over.



“Hey babe, great day for a swim.” He grabbed Heather around the waist and gave her a long kiss on the lips, her mouth still full of the taste and smell of Hank’s cum. She opened her mouth and let Mike’s tongue slide in. It made her wet as he kissed her, not knowing that she had just given her sister’s husband a blow job and his cum was still coating her teeth.



It made her so wet, in fact, a spot came through her bikini. Amy saw it and smiled at Heather.



“Enjoy that kiss?” she asked.



“Oh yeah,” Heather said. “I’m having a great day.”

The leather seat of Kim’s Toyota was sticky with sweat when she pulled her car into the parking lot of the Blue Ball Inn. The temperature was breaking records this last weekend of April. Kim could see the steam rising from the concrete when she opened her car door and put one black stiletto heel to the hot ground. Seeing no one around, she spread her legs in the polka dotted miniskirt as she reached in her back seat for her cigarettes. Her inner thighs were soaked in sweat. She leaned against her car as she smoked menthol light and looked at the charmingly dilapidated inn that reminded her of all generic roadside attractions.



Lancaster, PA was full of them. Kim had driven from Philadelphia for the weekend to do a week’s audit for a furniture company based out of the area. Lancaster never appealed to Kim. She didn’t know much about the Amish. She definitely didn’t see their attraction to the outside word and she didn’t care.



She would rather be in Philadelphia drinking at the bars with her friends, dancing to live music, and relieving a broken heart with a handsome hipster she could kick out of her bed in the morning. Instead, she was going to be spending this hot weekend in acres of farms with the intervals of Amish attractions.



She was taking the last drag of her cig when she noticed two construction workers starring at her. She turned the other way. Twenty-five-year-old Kim was use to male attention and ignoring most of it. She had a pretty face with soft brown eyes and long eyelashes. Her lips were large and defined. She had long brown hair she wore in a sophisticated ponytail most of the time. She was tall and very thin. She played up these attributes by wearing high heels and short skirts. For as thin as she was Kim had enormous swollen breasts that seemed to peak out of all her tops. Men couldn’t help but stare. There was something so arousing sensual about Kim that was impossible to ignore.



She checked into her hotel. It was dark, drab, and smelled like mildew on wood paneling. She was lonely, hungry, and needed a drink. She asked the fat-faced teenage girl at the front desk where she could find a steak and a beer. She was directed to touristy hubbub that made her do an internal eye roll. he found the restaurant after driving down a maze of confusing country roads that were barren, except for the occasional horse and buggy. The bar and grill was in a turn of the century stone farm house. She went in and opted to sit at the bar and drink a beer.



She looked out the window to the curb where a group of young, Amish men stood as if they had just gotten off of work. The men wore the traditional outfit for modesty; black wool pants and blue button down shirts. Kim couldn’t help but notice their bulging bodies in tight clothes. These boys had bodies comparable to naked Greek statues. They had wide muscular shoulders, built chests and strong arms. Their thighs were large and bulging. Kim could tell they rode horses. Their butts curved with muscles in the tight wool pants.



Kim couldn’t help but stare at one in particular. He was around twenty-years-old and six feet tall. He had the same strapping body as the rest of them but while the others had severe cases of acne or unattractive faces, this young man was Hollywood handsome. He looked like a 1930′s movie star with a golden-tan body. His face was chiseled with a strong chin and hollow cheeks. His eyes were wide-set and blue. He had dark brown hair that needed to be pushed out of his face. He had thick dark long lashes that were much too feminine for his face. His nose was straight and his lips were wide and fat. Kim focused in on those lips. They were so fat but also long and stretched across the bottom of his face. They looked stained red as if he had been eating a red snow cone or they were so irritated from a night of passionate cunnilingus.



Kim couldn’t help but feel her heart race. Her front teeth bit down on her lip. She was slightly taken aback by how attracted she was to this younger man from a completely different culture. Maybe that was it? Maybe because he was so innocent she was drawn to him? She felt herself getting aroused with the idea of teaching a sexually naïve Amish boy how good some dirty sex with a city girl could feel. She imagined showing him her tits and ass. She imagined feeling his dick and being the first female to do so. She felt her cheeks heat up with embarrassment.



She put her eyes down only to find herself staring at the bulge in the front of those wool pants between those muscular thighs. She could see the curve of his dick, although soft, was well defined. He was thick and long. She felt the blood pooling between her legs to her clit. She wanted to get up off of her bar stool, go outside into the heat and grab him by those tight ass cheeks. Then, push her lips against his fat red ones and grasp his dick in her tiny delicate hands until it swelled up massively. She imagined how those big blue eyes would look when a girl was grabbing his cock. How he would moan in pure ecstasy and probably shoot a load in a record breaking second.



She ordered another drink from the waitress and was studying the menu when she felt eyes on her. She looked up to find that the handsome Amish boy staring at her. He met her eyes and didn’t look away, instead his glaze cut from her face to her thin and tight white shirt. It was a V neck so he could see a quarter of her boob. The material was so thin and the air so cold in the restaurant. She hadn’t noticed that her nipples were erect and pointing out as if asking to escape. He was undressing her with eyes full of lust, and he didn’t care if he she noticed or not.



He was staring at her like he was hungry and she was Filet mignon. She was instantly aroused again. He was eyeing her up and she was doing the same to him. She knew the flirting was innocent. She certainly wouldn’t be bedding an Amish boy tonight, yet the excitement of the possibility was intoxicating. Their exchange broke when the waitress brought her drink. When she looked up, he was gone. She felt a little disappointed and continued to drink.



The night came and the bar got busier with Friday night drunks. The jukebox played top forty hits and the place filled up with smoke. Kim continued to drink until she realized she would not be able to drive home. She contemplated a cab, but opted to walk. It was still hot out, and the moon was full making the lush green fields bright with a silver tint. She took her heels off, enjoying the feel of her toes and soles of feet on the cool spring grass. She’d walked a mile when she felt like she was being watched. She was quite tipsy but not fully drunk anymore. She was worried she was being paranoid, but the feeling she was being followed was strong. She turned around to see the bright embers of a lit cigarette not that far from her. She gasped and started to run. Her heart was pounding in fear. She couldn’t think.



“Wait,” said a male voice. “I just wanted to see you home, miss.”



His voice was deep and he had a strong Amish accent.



“You are very pretty, and I wouldn’t want something to happen to such a pretty girl like yourself. Also, you were drinking so much I wasn’t sure you knew where you were, or more importantly where you were going,” he continued, sensing her distrust.



She stopped and the shadow came closer.



In the moonlight she saw it was the hot Amish boy from earlier in the evening.



“I saw you watching me at the bar. I just need to get back to my hotel, the Blue Ball Inn,” Kim said weakly. She was scared, but yet somehow excited for what this late night opportunity could hold for her. He came closer and she felt like a magnet being drawn to his strong masculinity. He was even more handsome up close.



“Miss, I know you don’t believe anything bad could happen to you here in Lancaster, but bad things do happen. Let me grab my buggy and I can give you a ride to the hotel.”



“Where is your buggy at?” Kim asked.



He pointed down a valley lined with apple orchards in full bloom to a tiny farm house.



“I live there with my parents and little brother. It is a short walk for us to the barn. We can get the horse and you will be at the inn in no time. I promise I will not hurt you… if you are worried.”



Kim almost forgot that this man had been starring at her breasts like he wanted to ravish her just a few hours ago. He once again seemed young, innocent, and awkwardly attracted to her. Once again, she wanted to kiss him as she pushed her breasts against him. Then, grind her pussy against his thighs. She was drunk and her judgment was terrible, but she followed him into the orchards. He stayed close to her. They walked in silence, the sexual tension was magnetic.



“What is your name?” She asked, breaking the silence.



“Jebidiah Kunopp,” he stated. “What’s yours?”



“Kim Jonson.”



His hands brushed against her. She could tell he wanted to hold her hand. She took her tiny, soft, and manicured hand and grabbed his huge, rough, and calloused one. He was taken back. He shook like he was being electrocuted. Kim was startled by his reaction. If he was this overwhelmed with hand holding, he would go into shock with what she was going to do next.



She pulled herself closer to him. He didn’t move. She released his hand from her grip. She moved her hand towards the nape of his neck and then up through his silky, soft hair. He put his face closer to hers to reach for her mouth with his beautiful lips. She let him kiss her. He was so awkwardly sweet, with his fumbling wet lips moving against hers and his long eyelashes brushing the tops of her cheeks. He closed his eyes in bliss. When she broke the kiss, she looked up at him with lust. His eyes met her with twice fold.



“I am sorry, Kim—it’s just that. Phew!” He put his head down in shame. “I don’t know what I am doing. I just want to keep kissing you, you are so beautiful.”



Kim smiled. She was going to seduce him right here in this field.



“Shh… Jedidiah, I am going to show you. I want you so bad.”



She didn’t let him respond. She pressed against him and kissed him. She slipped her tongue into his surprised mouth. He tasted like tobacco. She bit his lip between hers and slipped the tip of her tongue over it. He caught on and followed her lead. Her whole body was pressed against him now and she could feel his huge shaft pressing into her—rubbing her hard trying to get her attention. She ignored it with purpose.



He stopped mid-kiss. She was disappointed. He was finally starting to get better. He looked at her. She was beautiful and sophisticated. She could have any man in the world. Why would she want a young, Amish kid who had nothing to offer? He had nothing in common with her. She was his first kiss. He had no sexual experience. Besides his mother and baby cousins, he had never seen a naked woman, except when a coworker showed him porn on the internet once. She had been an Asian girl, spread-eagled with little breasts. He remembered the excitement he felt and the many times he had whacked off behind the barn to that image.



Now, here he was and he wanted to see Kim naked. He wanted to see her tits. He wanted to touch them, to kiss them, and suck on her nipples. He wanted to see her pussy. He wanted to open it up and stick his fingers, his tongue, but mostly his dick into it. He wanted to press his hands into her ass and grip it tight while she rode his cock.



They were hidden where they stood behind a line of apple trees that were outlined by moonlight. He grabbed her hand and pulled her down into the grass with him. Kim fell to her knees next to him. They continued to kiss. His hands were around her hips. She enjoyed how young he seemed; not knowing what to do, allowing her to lead if she wished. She was going to let him make the first move. He moved his hands up, slowly stroking up her ribcage from her hipbone over her shirt. With every kiss, he got braver, stroking a little higher until he found the curve of her breast.



He was now pushing his dick against her thigh as he caressed her. She couldn’t wait to touch him. She moaned with pleasure and he got the nerve to stoke her breast through the skimpy white t-shirt. Her nipples were so hard. Jebidiah couldn’t wait to run his fingers over them. She moaned again with pleasure. He cusped her whole breast now in his hand. He moved his other hand so both breasts were fully in his grasp. His grip was a little intense, which turned Kim on.



He was so enthralled, so completely turned on and under her spell at this moment. She broke the kiss before kissing down his face to his neck. He smelled like sweat and spring grass. She kissed his neck. He moaned again. He reached around her waist and had his rough hands on her breasts. He found the nipples. She continued to suck on his neck as he stroked her nipples. She pulled back and pulled her shirt off. She was completely bare from the waist up. His blue eyes were drawn to her chest. His fat lips were drawn to her big, pink nipples. His mouth found her right nipple as his hand grasped her left. He pushed her back gently, laying her down on the grass as he continued to explore her breasts.



“Your tits are so beautiful. I just want to lick them all night,” he said in his strong dialect.



He liked the way her soft skin felt and the slight roughness of her pink nipples. She tasted like vanilla cream and sweat. He liked the way her tits felt in her mouth and how she moaned with pleasure. He was content to lick her until the sun rose. He stroked her nipples his hands and rubbed his tongue in circles around her areolas—spending so much time with each. He ran his rough fingertips from the base of her neck to her belly bottom in awe. His hands were now circling her belly button. His rough hands were now getting dangerously close to the waist of her black skirt. She was so wet now and she felt like now was the time to give him some relief.



She stood up which caused her breasts to bounce in his face and her bare legs to brush against his hard on. She pushed him down to the ground and kissed him. She made a trail of light kisses to his neck. She stopped using her lips and decided to just use the tip of her tongue. She unbuttoned his shirt. His chest was so muscular; it made her feel so tiny in comparison. She couldn’t help but run her finger tips over his sculpted chest. It was a bit hairy, and she grasped the hair tightly. She flicked his tiny nipples. She ran her tongue over his chest down his pecks and to his six-pack. He watched wide-eyed and stunned. He had a hard time wrapping the reality of the situation around his head. Kim continued to kiss and lick down his stomach until she found his belly button.



She gripped his strong thighs as she licked down his hairy happy trail. He moaned again in ecstasy. She stroked his thighs with her hand while she licked around his waist. When she felt she had teased him enough, she unbuttoned his pants. He pushed them and his underwear off at once. There he was. His dick was at least nine-inches-long and the thickest Kim had ever seen. He was covered in pubic hair. She didn’t care. She took her hand and reached out to stroke it. She stroked it, pre-cum wetting her fingertips. She was so turned on now. She stroked it for a moment before she bent her head down.



“I can’t wait to suck your cock,” she said. His blue eyes were gazed over in bliss. She took him into her mouth. She licked the top, loosely running her tongue over his tip. She gripped it with one hand, stroking it with spit as lubricant as she slowly moved her mouth up and down his dick. She took him down into her throat, licking him and sucking him. She wet his shaft completely. She spread his muscular legs further and found his balls. She loved the way he tasted and even more the control she had over him. She didn’t want to get him too close to orgasm but had a hard time stopping. She took him all the way to the back of her throat–up and down, gagging, bringing more saliva with each gag. She took her mouth off his dick and focused on his balls. She separated them and licked them individually before eventually running her whole face into them like she needed their nourishment to survive.



He reached down with both hands to her ass. He slipped his hands up to find her pussy. She was soaking wet. The wettest she could ever remember being. But how could she not be? This was by far the most erotic experience she ever had.



His ran a finger over her little, lacy, pink underwear she had with tiny white hearts on them. He could feel the heat coming off her vagina. He furiously moved the underwear out of way. He was a shy man, who had never done this before, but animal urges had taken over. He wanted to taste her. He put his hand up against her bare vagina, daring to slip a finger into her crease. She moaned, allowing him access, and he began to finger her. He loved the way his finger felt inside her, the smooth, wet, and venerable flesh of her organ.



He tuned her around now, laying her back onto the ground. He could smell her mustiness, which channeled an animalistic need in him to taste. They made eye contact as he fingered her. He was not quite good or talented, but so excited and so eager to please. He spread her wider, so he could see her moist pink lips in the moonlit field, he noticed her clitoris which was swollen and heavy. He bent down so his mouth was against her throbbing vagina. He licked her cease and then pushed farther licking her whole vagina with passion and enthusiasm. He licked up to her clitoris, licking at it with the fat wide part of his tongue, grasping it between his lips and sucking it before moving back down to her hole. She could feel the texture of his tongue inside of her



. Kim couldn’t take it anymore and brought his head up from her pussy to her face. His face was wet and smelled like her sex, but she kissed his fat lips anyways, the taste turning her on. She pushed her wet, naked body against his as she met his eyes. They were full of passionate anticipation. He wanted her so bad.



She pushed against his dick allowing him to guide himself to her aching entrance for the first time. They both gasped. He couldn’t believe he was on top of such a beautiful woman. He allowed his body weight to fall against her body as he pushed up inside her wet vagina. As he thrust inside her he thought about how tight and warm her pussy was. Her pussy was everything and more than he imagined when he was behind the barn. As he thrust he nibbled on her neck, sometimes using his teeth to bite her. He was so thick and large. She loved the feel of his broad back. She could feel the muscles in his back and butt contract with every inch he pushed in and out of her. She ran her fingers him from his shoulders to the small of his back to his tight ass, which was smooth yet muscular. He was breathing heavy, as was she.



She started to moan as they buckled back and forth in the grass. She felt his dick tickling her G-spot. She was getting too close for her comfort. She ran her fingers up through his hair, pulling it a bit before pushing him off of her.



He was confused for a slight second until he realized she was crawling on top of him. She put his no longer virgin dick inside her mouth for a moment, teasing him, before she crawled up and spread her thighs over his muscular body. She found his dick and eased herself down on his shaft. She started to move over it after she had taken him in fully. She started to ride it gently at first. After finding a good rhythm, she started to ride him faster and harder. His eyes met hers as they thrust together, him pushing his ass into the air to be deeper inside her as she pushed down on him. He pushed his mouth towards hers to kiss her passionately.



He loved the feeling of having his dick inside her vagina while his tongue was inside of his mouth filling her. He was overcome with the feeling to suck on her bouncing tits. Kim moaned again, her speed getting faster. Her rhythm grew harder as she was about to cum. She started to tighten up. His dick was curving to meet her vagina’s every need. She pushed faster and harder, gripping him between her thighs. The motion was like the ocean tide, eventually it overcame Kim and she drowned in her orgasm.

I was bolted out of sleep when something wet fell on to my face. “Come on, sleepy-head, wake-up!” Julie giggled. “I showered over forty-five minutes ago, but you’ve been out like a light! I’m heading inside for breakfast, and if you don’t hurry I’ll go out of my way to make sure there’s nothing left for you.” I pulled her wet bath towel off my face just in time to catch a glimpse of Julie scampering downstairs, presumably to head inside for whatever breakfast Grandma had prepared for us.



Grateful to have some alone time, I walked into the bathroom and shed my clothes, turning the shower on full blast. The activities from last night raced through my mind and I still couldn’t imagine I had made out with my cousin. Hell, if she wasn’t my cousin I would have gone a lot further than making out, but being related to her was making everything more complicated. As I continued to bathe and think about last night my dick began to swell up, but I didn’t have time to jack off if I was going to have anything for breakfast. I finished up and dried off, ignoring the raging hard-on between my legs. After toweling off I pulled on fresh clothes and hurried to the main house to grab some food.



True to her word, Julie had helped herself and then fed the leftover sausage to the dog. She stuck her tongue out at me as I walked in and held out the last sausage link, making the Labrador’s tail run at fifty miles an hour as it scarfed it down. “You snooze you lose, cuz,” Julie teased, then walked through the door into the living room. Even though I was upset and starving I didn’t want to push my luck any further; I grabbed a packet of Pop Tarts and sat at the table.



After sitting through an hour of boring conversation and Julie constantly teasing me I decided I had had enough and needed to go for a run, so I headed out the front door and took off. There was fresh snow on the ground and it was bone-chilling outside, but I just needed time to think so the cold wasn’t the slightest concern. Of course my day got worse when some moron driving by sprayed me with snow, sleet, and salty water from the road–I was soaked and freezing. Shivering I rushed back and headed right to the garage so I could change into something dry.



I stripped off my clothes and climbed into the shower and just let the hot water run over me, trying to warm up. While trying to get my body temperature back to a somewhat normal level I worked on washing the sludge off my body. After a few minutes I was warm and clean, so I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower to dry off. While running the towel through my hair I headed back into the living area to get dressed and noticed Julie’s laptop sitting out. I realized the transmitter had kicked on, so I figured I might as well check my e-mail and plopped down in front of the laptop.



When I clicked off the screen-saver I didn’t find myself staring at some unicorn desktop background, but a porn site, specifically one geared toward girls being dominated. This site has page after page of women handcuffed, chained, blindfolded, and gagged. The girls were defiled in every way imaginable, with dildoes and vibrators forced into every hole and sheets of cum covering the strained bodies. I realized that despite her good girl image, my cousin had a dirty little fetish. I decided I’d have to use that new found knowledge of her to embarrass her that evening and closed the window, but what I saw next was even more shocking.



Julie was apparently a writer and working on a story about a young girl heading off to college on her own, but ran into one sexual mishap after another. She went into elaborate detail about how this poor girl (who just happened to be named Julie as well) was dominated, controlled, and violated in every way imaginable. The more I read the harder I got and I think I doubled in hardness when I reminded myself that my innocent cousin was the author of this depraved work. Since she was writing using Google Docs I used her GMail account to forward myself a copy of her story, knowing that she’d never be able to deny the origin (bless Google and their data retention).



As I was about to sign out of her e-mail I found one last gem waiting for me. Julie had sent a friend from her junior college a letter describing making out with me last night and revealed that she loved it. Apparently she had only planned on a quick kiss to shock me, but after she started she didn’t know how to stop. The teasing this morning had even been a rouse designed to get me out of the house so Julie could run back up here and finger herself silly!



I forwarded the e-mail to myself and finished getting dressed. I knew I had Julie over a barrel, but I hadn’t figured out exactly how I was going to deal with her just yet. I smiled to myself and went back inside the house, content that I’d think of something when the time was right.



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The ladies again prepared an incredible dinner, and this time Julie didn’t have a chance to keep me from eating. She did spend the entire meal teasing me and trying to get under my skin, but with the new knowledge I had on her nothing was going to bother me tonight. Even though I’m not much of a drinker, I decided to indulge a bit (mostly to calm my nerves when I confronted my cousin later). After finishing the meal, I excused myself and went back to the loft to wait for Julie.



She came up about 20 minutes later to find me laying on my mattress, already changed for bed. “Geez, Bill. You only had a beer and a little bit of champaign and you’re already exhausted?”



“Look, Jules, I don’t know what your problem is. You’ve been a total bitch to me all day for no reason at all.”



She glared at me. “You shoved your tongue in my mouth last night, Bill. That’s not exactly something most cousins do together.”



I returned her glare. “Maybe, but most girls don’t write erotic stories about being used by every male they come across. Or enjoy porn about women being used as nothing more than cheap sex objects. Or sneak up here to masturbate because they made out with their cousin.”



The color drained from her face, and for the first time I saw my cousin vulnerable. “Bill, how did you–”



“You left your computer out, Julie. You even stayed signed in to Google, so I have copies of your e-mails and erotica stories.”



The little bit of color left drained from her face. “Bill, what do you want? You have to delete those right now! You’ll ruin my life if any of that gets out!”



I sat up and walked over, stopping right in front of her. I stared down at her, directly into her eyes while Julie looked up at me, eyes wide and filled with fear. I opened my mouth, planning on telling her to just stop being a bitch and I’d never release anything. Before I could get a syllable out, Julie threw her arms around my neck and shoved her tongue in my mouth. She pushed me back on my mattress and quickly scurried on top of me, immediately sliding her tongue back in my mouth once she was close enough. Julie’s tongue pierced into my mouth, massaging my own and poking into every corner. As my arms slid behind her back I reached down and shoved my hands down her pants, directly on her firm ass. I squeezed and she moaned.



After a few more minutes of passionate kissing, she pulled away and looked in my eyes. “I know you like this too, Bill. I’ll be nicer to you and we can do this every night before bed during this trip. The mornings too if you want! Just please keep those e-mails private. I’ll do anything!”



At the last sentence my rock hard cock twitched. I don’t know if it was the fact that I had something to drink, my hot cousin was offering limited use of her body, or some combination of the two, but I decided to try my luck and go for a hand job. I grabbed her hand and pulled it to the bulge in my shorts–Julie tried to flinch back when she touched it but I held her hand firm.



“If we make out like this I’m going to keep getting hard ons, Julie. It wouldn’t be very nice of you to get me all hot and bothered, so you better be willing to deal with anything that ‘pops up’ because of our sessions. Get to it or I’m grabbing my phone and forwarding those e-mails to Aunt Sarah and Uncle Joe right now.”



Julie lowered her head in defeat. “Bill, I’ve never done this before, not with any of the guys I’ve dated.”



I knew she was trying to guilt me, but the liquid courage was paying off. “This isn’t a negotiation, it’s terms of surrender. Get to it or I’m grabbing my phone.”



Sighing in defeat, Julie slid down my body and slipped her fingers in the waist band of my shorts. I raised my hips so she could tug them off more easily, exposing my rock hard cock to her. Now I’m nothing too special–only about seven inches, but knowing I was going to be the first cock her hands touched chased any concerns out of my head. Then my gorgeous cousin lowered her head and took my dick into her mouth.



My eyes shot open with surprise, but I realized my cousin had assumed I wanted her to suck me off–this night was getting better rand better. I slipped a hand around the back of her head and pulled her further down on my cock causing her to gag slightly. I eased up, but kept the pressure and forced her to slowly bob her head on my rigid member. Julie’s technique was pretty bad, but since I was her first I wasn’t going to worry too much–there would be plenty of time for lessons throughout the week.



Even though her technique was sloppy, two days without an orgasm was taking its toll and her mouth was warm and wet; I held her head in place and shot torrent after torrent of sperm into her mouth. Julie tried to moan something and pull away, but my hand kept her in place. “Swallow,” I growled. Julie stopped her resisting and I felt her start swallowing my seed. I held her head in place while she gently sucked on my deflating cock, only letting her off when I felt the last bit of sticky cum wiped away by her soft tongue. I looked her in the eyes and said, “Alright, Julie. Time to lose your clothes.”



Julie sobbed a bit (no tears though, so I think she was faking) and began slowing disrobing. First she lost her t-shirt, then the shorts, but she seemed reluctant to go any further. I was about to growl at her when I noticed the massive wet spot in the front of her panties and smiled. “Looks like you enjoyed this almost as much as me, Jules.” Her face instantly went a deep shade of crimson and she turned away from me to avoid my gaze.



I stood up and walked over to her, turning her chin so she was forced to look into my eyes. “Lose the bra, then lie down on your mattress. I’ll let you keep your panties on tonight as long as you follow my instructions.” I figured if I pushed hard enough I could get her completely naked, but as long as she was enjoying it too I assumed biding my time would pay off in the long run. Realizing it was hopeless, Julie reached behind and released the clasp on her bra, revealing two small globes with very erect pink nipples. She slowly walked to her bed and laid down on her back.



“It’s not fair that I got to orgasm, but you’re still wet and horny. I want you to enjoy this as much as I do, so start masturbating.” Julie started to protest but I cut her off. “You’re going to have an orgasm tonight one way or another. If you’d rather I do the job I’d be happy to, but if you want to keep those panties on you better have your hands down your panties in the next three seconds.” Julie’s right hand instantly shot between her legs and based on the movement under her panties I knew she was going to town.



I watched her for a few minutes, enjoying the sight of my cousin pleasuring herself because she got horny blowing me. Her eyes were closed and her head was turned to her left shoulder. Her right hand was still busy in her panties and her left was slowly massaging her raised nipples. I wrapped my hand around my cock, once again hard as steel; I began slowly masturbating.



I could tell by her moans she was getting close so I increased my pace. Julie arched her back, moaned loudly, and raised her hips off the ground–that motion put me over the top and a stream of sperm flew from the tip of my dick and landed on her face. Julie opened her eyes in shock, only to watch another spurt land on her left breast while the last few drops dripped to her belly. I kneeled down and wiped the tip of my dick on each nipple, leaving a small amount of cum on each. I looked her in the eyes.



“You’re going to sleep just like that tonight. I don’t want you changing your clothing at all and you’ll leave my cum on you all night. If you wake up before me I want your lips around my cock–you’ll blow me awake.” I bent over and pressed my lips against hers, roughly shoving my tongue in her mouth. “Good night, Julie.” I turned off the light, and went to bed, leaving my cousin still speechless, covered in cum, and horrified. Little did she know, we were just getting started.

Fear, confusion, panic . . . all those emotions and more overcame Jacinda Montenegro in a horrifying instant. She was frozen to the spot where she sat; she couldn’t move. She felt paralyzed, unable to budge, incapable of moving a muscle. Her eyes searched the room looking for something that might help her get out of her predicament, something that could rescue her from her dilemma. Finally, with little other option, she cried out, “HELLLPPPPP! Help me! HELP!”



Khari Brevins, her boyfriend of two months, heard Jacinda’s cries from his comfortable position on the sofa in his basement, two floors away. He had been chilling in his man cave all by his lonesome; watching some college ball and eating a bacon cheeseburger fresh off the grill, some store bought potato salad he had doctored up to give it some taste, and drinking a few bottles of imported ale to quench his testosterone-driven thirst. He jumped up and bound up the stairs two and three at a time. Breathless, he reached the top of the staircase on the second floor of his house and made his way cautiously to the master bedroom. The slight sound of his bare feet on the hardwood floors in the hallway seemed to echo throughout the house as he crept along. Not wanting to make too much noise; he approached the bedroom with caution.



“HONEY! Help,” Jacinda cried out again, at the top of her lungs.



Entering the bedroom, Khari was expecting to see a blood bath of dismembered body pieces. Seeing nothing, he made his way further into the room. The bathroom door was ajar. He scanned the room quickly, looking for something that he might use as a makeshift weapon to defend himself but couldn’t find anything other than a pair of Jordans he had kicked off in the heat of passion the previous night and they wouldn’t work against a crazed serial killer, not even in a pinch. Disoriented momentarily, adrenaline taking over, Khari made his way across the room. He could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears. Summoning up all his courage, his fist clenched tightly, he stepped into the doorway to discover what sort of gruesome crime scene would lie before him.



“Oh, you’re here. Good,” Jacinda sighed. “You’re out of toilet paper. Can you get me some? I was getting ready to use your shower curtain to wipe my behind.” Seeing the humor in the situation, she burst out laughing. Based upon Jacinda’s wide-eyed, innocent, and dazzling smile, it was clearly evident that she had no clue that her screams for help might have been even a tiny bit on the melodramatic side. Backing out of the room and breathing a sigh of relief, Khari went to the linen closet in the hallway and grabbed three rolls of two-ply cushiony, quilted softness and returned to the scene of the crime so to speak.



“Here,” he said, standing in the door frame with his back towards Jacinda, trying to hand her the rolls of TP with his hand stretched precariously behind him.



“Uhmmm, I can’t reach, silly. I didn’t poop, ya know. It was only pee. You can come in. Would you just hand it to me, please?”



“Jeez, Jay, do you always have to be so graphic?” Exasperated, Khari closed his eyes and tip-toed into the bathroom like he was a little boy trying to pretend he was invisible, put the rolls of toilet paper down on the counter, and made a quick exit back to his basketball, burger, and brew.



Jacinda joined him about a half hour later, smelling like she had bathed and lotioned herself with every tropical fruit known to man, carrying a plate with a hoagie the size of the state of Connecticut in one hand and an orange-cream soda in the other. She had spent the morning in bed sleeping and relaxing while Khari was up and about doing his Saturday morning chores. This was their first real time together since they had woken up. “What’s the score?” Jacinda inquired.



Khari glanced over and all she was wearing was a pair of black bikini panties, not a stitch of other clothing. He practically spit his Samuel Smith Organic Lager across the room. “Uhhhmm, don’t you want to put some clothes on? I mean, it’s 2 in the afternoon.” Because they hadn’t been dating very long, this was the first time they had a date that didn’t end with one of them getting up and getting dressed in the middle of the night to go home. This was their very first intentional sleepover, complete with a packed bag and everything. It was clear that Jacinda was comfortable in her own skin, much more so than Khari could ever hope to be. For a brief moment, Jacinda felt embarrassed. In her own home, she’d walked around buck naked in front of Khari but, again, they had only been having sex for a couple of weeks so they hadn’t quite worked out all the logistics of coupledom just yet.



Jacinda felt ashamed; tears welled in her eyes. This was the first time in the 8 weeks that they had been dating that Khari wasn’t totally attentive and sweet. She thought her lack of clothing indicated that she was comfortable in his home but it was clear he didn’t want her to feel that relaxed. She jumped up, ran upstairs to get dressed, and returned a few minutes later wearing black leggings and a hot pink t-shirt. She even put on socks and shoes just to be on the safe side. She made her way back to the sofa and sat in silence as she ate her sub and watched the game. Khari sat in silence and watched the game, not even bothering to make small talk or look in her direction. He could tell that she was upset but he just didn’t care. When Jacinda said she was going to leave to go home, he made no efforts to ask her why or even ask her to stay. He cleared the dirty dishes and asked her if she needed help taking her bag to the car like she was an unwelcomed house guest who had stayed too long.



Khari, at 37 years of age, worked as an installer for a cable company. If anyone were to ask him to describe himself, he would emphatically say that he was a good guy with his own house, his own car, no criminal record, and no kids. He made a fairly decent salary but if it wasn’t for the fact that Khari had gotten into a car accident and received a settlement of $60,000 he wouldn’t have been able to put a down payment on a house and buy his truck. In fact, if he hadn’t gotten that lump sum, he more than likely would have been living with his mother in her basement. He liked to live for the moment and saving and budgeting had never been skills he had mastered so he blew the rest of the money on partying and ladies.



As for the ladies, Khari was a liar and a cheater extraordinaire who treated women like objects. He had never, not once in his life, had a girlfriend he hadn’t cheated on. He didn’t even think that was a problem or an issue, it never even crossed his mind that anything was wrong with that fact. The only person he thought of in relationships was himself, women were a nuisance because he really only wanted sex and he resented having to pretend to care about someone else and their feelings, but that’s what he did, pretend. He was great at pretending when he wanted to; his acting skills could have won him an Academy award. Khari had the ability to convince women that he was attentive, loving, committed, faithful, and oh so in love, right up until the minute he decided he was bored of pretending then he would move on, no explanation, no looking back. When he was in a relationship and his self-centered urges hit, he would do something, anything to fuck up the relationship and he would gravitate back to the collection of mentally-unstable women he kept on retainer who he had romanced in the past and who found his particular brand of emotional immaturity sexy and who didn’t ask too many questions to ascertain his level of fidelity. Or at least they believed his lies enough to be swept up in the romance of it all.



Standing at 5’9″, 180 lbs, naturally fit, built like a Pit-bull, with flawless caramel-colored brown skin and a smile that could light up any room, Khari was neither ugly nor overly attractive. His most “attractive” feature was that he knew how to pour on the charm to get women to fall in love with him. The romantic emails, the late night phone calls, the dinners and the endless lies were his weapons of choice. It was especially the phone calls in the beginning of the relationship that lasted hours and hours where he would tell the women how amazing, wonderful, and intense the connection he felt to them and that would usually be enough to seal the deal and make them fall in love. After they fell head over heels, the phone calls would last 20 minutes and he always had something more important to do than talk on the phone. You see, Khari was addicted to the chase. When he caught his prey, he would find someone else to romance. When the women whose hearts he had destroyed would confront him, angry and hurt, he would ignore them like they didn’t even exist, blame them for some made up excuse, and he would take no responsibility whatsoever for his actions without a thought or care in the world. Khari was totally oblivious of how heinous it was to make a woman fall in love with him and then just snatch it away.



Jacinda, on the other hand, was a case-study in growth, evolution, and transformation. She had gone through her 20s depending on her looks. It’s what Black women who are attractive do. You use your looks, your big butt, and, if you’re “lucky,” your light skin to get men to do everything for you without you needing to have a thought or a care in the world about being self-sufficient or independent. She dressed well, was relatively smart, and standing at 5’5″ tall, 160 pounds, possessing more than her fair share of tits and ass, there was no shortage of men vying for her attention and willing to buy her things to impress her. That meant men fell all over her just for the chance to have her on their arm when they were out and about town but ultimately, their only true goal was to get her into bed. She wasn’t a real person to most of them, just a sexual conquest. She was more like an erotic game piece to be collected by men in some twisted competition to see who could screw the most attractive women.



Jacinda had gone through her 30s dependent on books, immersing herself in self-help books, workshops, seminars, and retreats in an effort to unpack a little bit of the baggage so many Black women carry around with them that had been keeping her from knowing real joy. She was way past the “buy me” stage and wanted men to value her for more than her looks, but for her substance. She didn’t want to hold onto past pain to the point where she exploded in violent anger at the tiniest provocation. She didn’t want to feel like she was constantly walking around with a cloud of insecurity and self-doubt hovering over her. Her 30s was her time of reinvention and renewal.



In her 40s, Jacinda was the top in her field of cooks. She’d quit her job as a bank manager and she’d gone to culinary school and gotten a job as a food stylist on a TV network. It was great because she could express her creativity with what she loved doing the most and she didn’t have the dreadful schedule of a restaurant chef. She finally had gotten comfortable in her own skin. Everything wasn’t all peaches and cream, however, because it seemed that she was so anxious to love and be loved, not to grow old alone, she would jumped into relationships where the warning signs were there and she found herself overlooking some major character flaws in men and giving too much weight to chemistry and not enough weight to character. She didn’t date thugs, she dated emotionally immature men. It wasn’t a preference it was just a reality that Black men hardly ever did any work on themselves and they had been raised in a society that told them that their manhood was to be measured in inches and machismo.



She figured that if she could just find a good enough man who was committed to her, she could help shape him into a great man with love and guidance. It didn’t seem all that unreasonable to her. No relationship is perfect; Prince Charming only exists in fairy tales. She was doing what she thought was her only choice, to accept what her mother, sisters, grandmother, aunts, and a whole host of elder Black women had been telling her since she was a child. Men, they said, were never going to be sensitive, nurturing, or understanding so if she didn’t want to spend her life alone, she needed to just suck it up and deal with it. It was that advice that landed her in a string of dead-end relationships.



After their little incident, Jacinda let a few days go by, hoping Khari would call her and apologize for the incident, or at least acknowledge that he should have been a bit less rude and a bit more sensitive. That call never came. Her mind raced, her thoughts would spin out of control. She couldn’t figure out what happened to the man who had come to fix her cable and blown her away with his sensitivity and attentiveness. She saw his postings on Facebook; simultaneously she planned and plotted on what and when to post on her Facebook page so that he would see them and he could be reminded of her presence. Finally, tired of the childish games, she picked up the phone and called him. He was emotionally distant. She addressed the issue head on, he told her that she was over-reacting and that he hadn’t done anything wrong. Khari never apologized. He just glossed over that part as if he didn’t owe her anything and he acted as if he did nothing wrong. Much to Jacinda’s credit, it was her efforts at communicating her feelings without projecting shame that turned the tide in the conversation and before long; things were back on a good footing.



The weeks turned to months and they were getting along better all the time. The relationship had a few problems, nothing to break up over, and for the most part they were going extremely well. Khari’s brothers had been teasing him about settling down and finding someone rather than just the endless string of women that only lasted two or three months so Khari decided that Jacinda was nice enough that he would try to make it work with her. The relationship really started to blossom when he made that choice. There was very little fighting, they got along well, they enjoyed the same forms of entertainment and social activities and the sex was . . . very, very good.



The sex between them wasn’t bad by any stretch of the imagination; Khari made sure Jacinda came every time. Jacinda just like felt the sex was monotonous, lacked any sort of creativity. A typical evening would be spent having dinner, watching TV, and when Khari decided that he was tired enough to go to bed and not too tired for sex, they would shut everything down and head to the bedroom. Khari always wore a t-shirt and boxers to bed and the lights out always had to be out. Their routine was entirely predictable. Jacinda would get in bed, usually naked or wearing something semi-sexy, and Khari would follow soon thereafter. He would start rubbing his dick on her ass and playing with her breasts and talking dirty. That would go on for about 15 minutes until he thought she was sufficiently aroused and then would slide his boxers off and climb on top of her under the covers and “do his business” as Miss Celie would say.



Technically, Khari was masterful at throwing the dick. His dick got super-hard, he lasted long, he had a phenomenal down stroke, and he knew how to seal the deal. The only thing missing for Jacinda was diversity. He never once sucked a toe, he never gave her a massage, they barely even kissed. Every once in a while they would augment their evening with a little oral sex but Khari wanted to use sex more as an aide to get to sleep rather than an actual intimate connection with the woman with whom he shared his life. Jacinda wanted more sensuality, more passion, more variety but Khari always had an excuse for why it had to be pretty much the same way all the time. He was tired, he had to get up early, he had other things on his mind, everything was an excuse for him not to do anything other than exactly what he wanted to do. Eventually, Khari got to the point where he could silence Jacinda’s complaints about sex by saying, “Babe, I’m so in love with you, I need you. Sex with you is amazing. You are all the woman I need.”



And those were all the words she needed to hear. The sex wasn’t bad so Jacinda thought it was her responsibility to be a little more accepting of what was good about the sex and conversely try to gently suggest other things they could do together. Most other women would have been satisfied with a good, hard fuck but Jacinda wanted to incorporate toys, she wanted to try different scenarios and techniques, she wanted to have spontaneous sex at 4 in the afternoon in the shower or the kitchen or the park. She would have settled for him just being more tactile in bed. Anything would have been an improvement but she weighed the pros and cons of their relationship and decided it wasn’t a deal breaker. Lying, cheating, doing something intentionally hurtful, those were deal breakers and she was assured Khari loved her and that was worth more to her than playing some silly erotic board game, a hot stone massage, or using chocolate body paints.



On the night of their one-year anniversary, Khari took Jacinda to their favorite restaurant. They sat across the table from one another and gazed into each other’s eyes, they flirted and talked and fed each other. Love was in the air. Khari realized that this was the longest, healthiest relationship he’d ever been in. He was caught up in it, thinking that he had really changed, that he was no longer a player but he was really, truly a good guy. He was starting to believe his own lies. He started to pour on the charm. “Over this last year, Jay, I’ve grown so much. You’ve helped me to be a better human being, and dare I say it, a better man. I am so comfortable with you. I can easily see myself spending the rest of my life with you.”



When he heard the words come out of his mouth, something instantly changed within him. Never stuttering for a second, while he was still professing his undying love, his mind was racing with thoughts that he wanted to end the relationship and end it immediately. He knew he had gone too far. Khari didn’t want to spend the rest of his life with anyone. What he wanted was to fuck as many random women as he could, no strings attached, and never have to pretend to care about another woman for as long as he lived. Fuck what his family had been saying. He had gotten so masterful at lying, at pretending to be the sweet, sensitive boyfriend that he almost started to believe his own hype. The minute he heard himself say that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Jacinda, it was like being struck by lightning. He knew that he HAD to get out of the relationship and fast. He knew that he couldn’t keep pretending to love her. He wanted to be as self-centered and narcissistic as he could be. He didn’t mind pretending to be into women if they were just fuck buddies and booty calls and married women who had husbands to go home to but telling a woman that he wanted to spend his life with her, he had gone too far and the game had to stop.



Even as he was sitting there, even as he heard his professions of love in his little prepared speech leave his lips, he was planning his exit. He was holding her hand, softly touching her cheek, and telling her things that every woman would want to hear and he was lying the entire time. He knew in that very moment that the next time that she brought up an issue about their relationship, he would blow it out of proportion and give her no choice but to break up. He thought about cheating on her and letting her find out but that was Plan B. Technically, he had cheated on her before but it but he justified in his mind that it didn’t really count because it was only oral from some chick at his job he didn’t give a fuck about anyway. He knew Jacinda; he knew that it wouldn’t be long before she wanted to talk about “the truth” or feelings or how to make their relationship better, or something about relationship stuff. It was just a matter of time.

That time came before he knew it. When they got back to her apartment, they settled down to watch TV as usual. Jacinda had been overwhelmed by his professions of love. She knew they had been getting closer, that the relationship was getting stronger and stronger with each passing day, week, and month, but she hadn’t expected him to start talking about a future together. He had always been so adamant about not wanting anything long-term. She was happy, for the first time in her life, she felt like, “This is it, this is my happily ever after.” The relationship wasn’t perfect, the disparity in emotional maturity was offset by the ease, fluidity, and comfort they shared in so many other aspects of their partnership, but it was, or so she thought, healthy and happy and stable and just perfect for her. She figured it was the ideal night to talk about the lack of seduction and variety in their sex lives again. In her mind, he had taken a huge step towards her and it was really a game changer in their relationship. She chose her words carefully. Tentatively, she said, “Khari, I need to ask you a question.”



“What?” he responded, his voice dripping with defensiveness, preparing himself for the showdown.



“I’ve been thinking a lot about us, well, about you know, about our sex. I was just wondering if . . .” She hesitated. She wanted to be as gentle as possible. There was never going to be an easy time to bring up the topic but she took a deep breath and decided that if they really were going to spend the rest of their lives together that they had to have this discussion. “It seems like you have never feel comfortable being naked around me unless we are having sex. You aren’t even comfortable with me being naked unless we are having sex. I was wondering if . . .”



“Just say it,” he said, pretending to be growing frustrated and annoyed with her stalling but really not caring one way or the other what she was about to say. Whatever she said, he was going to turn it into a reason to break up.



Jacinda summoned up the courage to ask the necessary questions. “Well, I was wondering,” she said in her sweetest voice possible, “I have been thinking about all the women in your past. And I’ve tried to make sense of the patterns in your life. Do you think the reason why you are so uncomfortable with being naked around me, and the reason why you seem to enjoy more of a wham, bam thank you ma’am is, I was thinking maybe the reason you aren’t so comfortable with exploring our sexuality more is . . . maybe because you . . . you know . . . aren’t . . . well, truly comfortable with your . . .” She took a deep breath. “Black men are perceived to be well-endowed and I was wondering if you might feel a bit uncomfortable because . . .”



Before she could even finish her thoughts, Khari yelled, “DA FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!?!?” He jumped up and stormed across the room, staring out the window into the dark urban street 14 floors below. “You trying to say my dick ain’t big enough for you? Trust me, I have never had anyone complain. I got plenty of women who want to get down with me. Way hotter women than you, in fact.” Jacinda’s word cut him like a knife. He was hurt, truly hurt, and he was trying to hurt her back. This wasn’t part of his master plan, this was the real deal. “So what, I don’t have a foot of dick between my legs. I still blow your back out,” he added.



Jacinda ran to his side, tried to reassure him that she wasn’t complaining, that she wasn’t trying to hurt his feelings, she just wanted to be open and honest and discuss what might be behind the reason he was so unwilling to explore their sexuality more.



The truth was Khari had been ashamed of the size of his dick since his earliest memories of knowing what sex was. He was on a little league team when he was 11 and he was the only Black boy on the team. In the showers after a game one day, one of the boys started making fun of him, pointing at his penis and saying how it wasn’t big like Black guys were supposed to have, telling him he wasn’t really Black. His dick wasn’t smaller than any of the other boys on the team, it just wasn’t hanging to his knees either and they made sure to remind him of it every chance they got. They told him that he would never get a white girl with his little dick; they said that he must have slave master blood in him because he didn’t have a big, black cock like the other brothers in the hood. It didn’t really matter that none of them had even been to the hood or seen another Black penis in real life. They were basing their comments on the interracial porn stashed in their father’s porn collections. Khari never told anyone. He never told his parents, he never told the coach, he never told his friends or a girlfriend. He couldn’t bring himself to say the words that they were making fun of him because his dick was average. In his mind, they were saying, your dick is too small and he carried that pain with him deeply.



As Khari got older to the age when everyone was experimenting with sex, he was afraid to approach girls. Senior prom, he got up the nerve and asked a young lady to the prom. After the prom, they got a hotel room with a bunch of other kids, some alcohol, and they were off to make memories. Immediately upon completion, his heart racing and his mind full of doubts and insecurities, he asked her how it was for her. Her response was to be etched in his subconscious forever. “Well, I thought it was going to be different. You know, all my friends said it would hurt but it didn’t. I thought it was going to be . . . better.”



With those words, she sealed Khari’s fate. From that moment on, he decided that if any girl showed an interest in him, he would pretend to be in love with her so that if and when it got to the point of having sex, she wouldn’t complain that he wasn’t some super-hung Mandingo. It was his insurance policy. He didn’t care who showed him attention, fat, ugly, younger, older, married, dating, nothing in common, he didn’t care if she had slept with every man in a 50 mile radius, as long as she showed an interest in him, he would say whatever he had to say in order to get them to be infatuated with him so he could fuck her. He didn’t realize that he all of the pretending that he was in love was unnecessary, that most of the girls would have slept with him regardless. He never realized that his dick wasn’t too small at all, it was average. But having an average-sized dick for Black men is often times a source of shame.



When he got to college, he made sure to never shower or undress in front of anyone, not roommates, not girlfriends, especially not anyone on the baseball team. At the first opportunity, he got an apartment by himself off campus. The only time he got naked in life was to shower and to have sex. He never even looked at himself naked in the mirror. Did he equate any of that with his insecurity about his dick size? Not once. Never having made any conscious connection between what happened to him when he was on the little league team and his behaviors with women for the last 25 years, the only thing Khari knew in that moment was that he was angry with Jacinda and he didn’t need an excuse to end the relationship, she had nailed the coffin shut herself.



Khari calmly denied her accusations and stood there, stoic and outraged, in silence, ignoring Jacinda like she didn’t even exist. Jacinda was crying hysterically, trying to calm Khari down, reason with him. She was falling all over herself, apologizing. It hadn’t come out at all like she had wanted. She wanted to reassure him that he was more than big enough for her, that she was satisfied with the relationship and the sex; she had made a stupid attempt at bringing up a subject that most Black men are terrified to talk about. Kicking herself, Jacinda knew she had made a huge mistake. She knew Khari wasn’t the sort of man who would ask himself the hard questions. She knew that whenever it came to bringing up any issue where he would have to reveal something about himself that was ugly or painful, that he would react negatively and deny, deny, deny.



“I’m out. I’m not going to do this anymore.” With that, Khari grabbed his jacket and walked past Jacinda like she wasn’t even there.



“Wait, where are you going?” Sobbing uncontrollably, Jacinda pleaded. “Stay, we can talk about this. I’m sorry. Babe, we had a wonderful evening. We love each other. We’re going to spend the rest of our lives together. We can work through this. I will admit I wasn’t as sensitive about the issue as I should have been. Let’s talk, this is a misunderstanding, let’s not ruin the evening. Sweetie, I am so very sorry. Please don’t go!”



Khari made sure to shut down any hopes of working things out as he put his hand on the front door. Without even looking back, he mumbled, “I don’t want to be in a relationship with you. I didn’t really love you. It was all a lie,” as he shut the door behind him to the unhinged and irrational screams of Jacinda behind him.



Jacinda cried for weeks. She sent texts, emails, cards, she made phone call after phone call, all of which were ignored. She sent links to articles about penis size and a woman’s pleasure, explaining in detail that bigger does not mean better. She sent diagrams showing that a woman’s g-spot is located about 2 inches inside a woman’s vagina and that even an average sized dick is more than sufficient to give a woman a vaginal orgasm. She could have sent Dr. Oz himself to say that Khari’s dick was more than big enough and he wouldn’t have cared one iota. Khari was too emotionally immature to email or call Jacinda back so he just let her keep emailing and texting him until she eventually got the message. He had erased her out of his life like she didn’t exist. In his world, anyone who made him face his insecurities was dead to him. Unable to wrap her head around the fact that she was in what she thought was the happiest relationship of her life one minute, and literally, an hour later, it was gone, Jacinda struggled with depression, anger, confusion, loneliness, and a sense of betrayal for months.



Over on the other side of town, Khari struggled with no such conflict. They broke up on a Wednesday, he was fucking another woman by Saturday, and it would have been Friday but he had plans with his co-workers after work that night. Within weeks, he had a different woman for every night of the week to play with and manipulate. Most were women from his past he could call up and manipulate easily, newer women required more time and finesse to seduce but he was up for the challenge. He was single and had not ties to anyone. He would have tried to romance the homeless girl who sat on the bus stop all day if he thought she would give him some. Before work, during work, after work, all night long, he was trying to romance someone to get them in bed. He felt no compunction using them, degrading them, taking out his anger and frustration on them sexually.



Truthfully, it wasn’t anger and frustration Khari felt, it was insecurity and fear. He heard Jacinda’s words over and over again in his head every time it came time for “that moment” when he had to undress in front of a woman. He hated her for making him feel like that little boy being shamed in the locker room, like the young man on prom night all over again; memories he had intentionally shut out. If there was one thing in life that Khari had prided himself on was making women infatuated with him to stroke his ego. He became so terrified someone was going to tell him that his dick was little that he began to overcompensate by doing his level best to hit it, stab it, kill it, to brutally and savagely fuck every woman he could. And the women ate it up. They showed up in the middle of the night or 5 AM in the morning, they were at his beck and call whenever he needed to silence the voices in his head. He loved the dysfunction and the drama. He loved lying to women, convincing them that they were the only one when they were one of so many, he couldn’t keep track of them all. They didn’t seem to want to know or care about other women in his life, they just seemed grateful for the emails, phone calls, dinners, concerts, and the good dick.



For the better part of a year, Khari was on a sexual rampage; a slave to his dick. He was sticking it in anything and everything without a care for disease, pregnancy, common sense, or standards. Sex was his drug of choice and he was self-medicating and numbing his feelings of insecurity in all aspects of his life, demons he had never faced, with women he manipulated into bed. He wanted and needed to sexually dominate them, to slap, choke, degrade, and humiliate them in order to feel good about himself. And because they loved it, each and every one of them ate it up in fact, and came back for more whenever he told them, he felt high off the adrenaline.



Everything came crashing to a halt one day when, before work, he was overwhelmed with emails from all the women in his current rotation of fuck buddies that he composed an erotic story and sent it to all of them, which wasn’t unusual or uncommon. This particular morning however, in a rush, he accidentally didn’t BCC them and by noon, his phone was blowing up with calls and texts from a half a dozen women all wanting answers. They started emailing each other, confirming times, dates, and commonalities in seduction. They all started to piece together that the restaurant that was “their special restaurant” wasn’t so special and that he took all of them there. They started to figure out that in far too many instances, when one woman left in the morning, there was something else there that same night. And they all figured out that there hadn’t been a condom used between all of them.



Two of the women had a modicum of self-esteem, cursed him out, and walked away. Three of the women believed him when he said that it was all a contrived plot by a nameless ex-girlfriend who had hacked his e-mail and made up the other email addresses to cause drama. They “sort of” questioned his sincerity but they were just as addicted to his level of dysfunction, lying, and hot sex as he was to the adrenaline rush of manipulating them into being infatuated with him so they simply chose to ignore the obvious truth and keep on with the way things were. One of the women however was never really mentally-stable in the first place, and while she was sweet and oh so pleasant as long as she was in the dark, she became a psychotic lunatic intent on exacting painful revenge after finding out the truth. She stalked him, she called him night and day, she showed up at his job unexpectedly; she was intent on making him pay and pay dearly.



One would think that at damn near 40, Khari would have learned that pretending someone doesn’t exist, ignoring them like the emotional pain he had caused them meant nothing, is really only appropriate if you are 7 years old and you are ignoring your imaginary friend. But ignore he did and he paid the price for it. Had he simply faced his victim with a bit of humility and remorse, if he hadn’t acted like she meant nothing to him and that her pain was insignificant to him, he could have saved himself a world of trouble. But Khari was arrogant and stupid. For every email that she sent him that went unanswered, for every text he deleted, for every phone call from her he rejected, he sent her into a fuming rage, infuriated that her voice wasn’t being heard, her pain wasn’t worth addressing.



Treating women like disposable game pieces and ignoring the pain he caused them was a lesson he would learn with near fatal consequences. As he pulled into his garage one night, lowered the door, and grabbed his bags of groceries, the sensation hit him quickly. At first, it was warm, then, almost instantly, it became a burning sensation. He couldn’t breathe. It was surreal. He reached around to his side and felt the warmth. He held his hand up and could see the blood, but it was almost like it wasn’t his own. Crumpled to the floor, he managed to call 911 just before he passed out.



Had she stabbed him an inch to the left, she would have punctured a lung and Khari would have died instantly. Talk about a close call. As he recuperated in the hospital, Khari thought it was almost comical. “I damn near lost my life over some pussy.” But it wasn’t pussy that almost got him killed; it was the heart of the woman who was attached to that pussy that he should have never fucked with. Even after a woman had played sushi chef with his insides, he still wasn’t willing to acknowledge that he had done anything wrong. He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that it had even happened to him. Things like this weren’t supposed to happen to him. For all of his lies and manipulations, he was so great at lying, he’d avoided any drama like this up until this point. He was the guy that women loved, not hated. The physician at the hospital, hearing bits and pieces of the story and able to figure out pretty much the rest of it, recommended therapy for Khari and he vehemently refused. He didn’t think there was anything wrong with him and he certainly didn’t want to change. He liked being “free and independent” as he called it, meaning, egotistical and self-absorbed.



In the months following the stabbing, there was a trial. The young lady was convicted but she brought out the infamous email and all the women were called to the stand to testify. Khari’s family, hell, everyone in the city learned all about the type of man Khari really was because it was the opening story on the local news for weeks. He distanced himself from his loved ones and friends even though they still supported him but he was ashamed of his actions and just wanted to hide out in his basement and sit in front of the TV.



Meanwhile, back at the ranch as they say, in the weeks following the trial, Khari found that his libido had started coming back and his need for sex was returning. Only problem was, he was afraid to initiate sex with anyone. Khari was sure that every woman in the world knew of his womanizing ways and that the next time one of them got close to him they were going to try to cut off his dick rather than stab him in the back. He would never admit it to anyone but he was even more afraid after the stabbing that women were going to ridicule him for having a little dick if he didn’t lie to them and convince them that he was in love with them. Therein was the root of his conundrum. He was terrified of lying to women to get sex but he felt like he had to lie to get sex. He had a six inch scar to remind him of what lying had gotten him in life.



Isolated from friends and family, with no one to talk to, and most importantly, feeling like he had no opportunities for sex unless he moved to east Mozambique, he pulled out the card for the therapist he had been given and made an appointment. It was the last thing he wanted to do and he didn’t even think it would help. The only thing that made him keep the appointment was the vague memory of Jacinda and how she had said that maybe, just maybe, that his need to use women was tied to his concept of manhood. Something about that had resonated with him. He’d gone to counseling before and it didn’t work because he, obviously, lied the entire time. He planned on lying this time as well. He just wanted a quick fix, some magic pill that would allow him to get back to fucking women again.



For the first three months, Khari lied so much that he couldn’t keep track of the lies. His therapist was a man and not distracted by or attracted to him so he would call out the lies and they would have to start over from scratch. Finally, lonely, isolated, scared, horny, and hating himself, Khari started to tell the truth. It started spilling out. He talked about the boys on the baseball team and how he pretended to his buddies that he had a big dick in order to feel validated. He spoke of the women in his life he had hurt, his compulsion to use women, what makes him feel good about slapping women and degrading them during sex. He opened Pandora’s Box and he started telling the truth like his life depended on it.

For the first time in his life he realized how deep the rabbit hole went. All the lying we did to women wasn’t compartmentalized to just them. He became aware for the first time in his life that his Casanova ways meant that he was lying to everyone in his life. He had to lie to his parents, his brothers, his friends, his co-workers, more importantly to himself to cover up his addiction to sex and women. For the very first time in his life, Khari realized how there was no place in his life where the lies didn’t consume him.



For months, he did nothing but talk, the doctor barely asked questions, barely offered advice. Finally, Khari literally got to the end. He had purged himself of all of his guilt and lies, and confessions and revelations. Everything was out in the open. He was waiting to be fixed. That was the point of therapy and he was waiting for the doc to tell him to read a book and take a pill and he could go back to the way he was without the fear. He was growing anxious. He hadn’t had sex in a months and he felt like he was going to die. Feeling anxious, he pushed the therapist to make a diagnosis and write a prescription for his anxiety.



The doctor casually said, “Khari, there really isn’t much I’m going to be able to tell you that will convince you not to lie. You’ve built your life on falsehoods, deceptions, manipulations, and lies and you aren’t going to change. I’ve never encountered a more pathological liar than you in all my years of practice. The only thing that can really help you now is if you stop lying to yourself and I can’t imagine that happening because you are still not taking responsibility for yourself and the impact your lies have on other people.”



Khari was more than slightly irritated. “What the hell? You mean to tell me I’ve wasted 5 months of my life coming here every week spilling my guts and you are sitting here telling me that I can’t be fixed? That I’m a pathological liar? Man, talk about a racket. That is a nice gig if you can get it, man. All I wanted was to be able to get back to normal. Glad my insurance covered this. Thanks for nothing, man.”



As he was headed for the door, the doctor asked one last question. “Khari? The lying. Other than a lot of sex, what has it gotten you?”



The door slammed behind him but it was the words that rang loudest in his ears. In the stillness of his truck, Khari sat surrounded by the ghosts of his dysfunction for the very first time in his life. He sat in his vehicle and for the first time since childhood, he cried. He cried out the tears and the pain of a little boy humiliated by racism until he couldn’t cry any more. He let the movie of his life play in his head. The doctor wasn’t really asking him about the women he lied to, he was asking him if he had convinced himself with his lies that he was as gorgeous, talented, capable, desirable, and as perfect as he wanted to feel inside, as he wanted the world to see him. That’s what every lie was about. He wasn’t lying to convince women that he was all those things; he was lying so that he could try to convince himself. On the inside, Khari felt ugly, talentless, and undesirable and nothing he could tell himself or any other woman would change that. In that moment, Khari started doing the hard work of real therapy and the next week with the doctor was actually like his first. He started peeling off the layers of why he felt so unworthy and unlovable.



Over the next year, Khari spent more time on that couch than he could count. Sometimes, he had two appointments a week. Everything was on an accelerated pace. It was like a 12 step recovery for him only his addiction was not booze or drugs or even sex, it was lying. The first thing he knew he had to do was get tested for STDs. The fear of having HIV was always in the back of his mind when he had unprotected sex but now he realized his low self-esteem was what was making him take such unnecessary and unhealthy choices. He started contacting women from his past, of his own volition and without prompting, and apologizing for the way he had treated them. Even women who had no clue he had lied to, women who would had fucked him without too much effort and a few strategic lies, he would confess his sins and extend his sincere apologies, something he had NEVER done before in his life. That’s how he knew he was really changing.



Eventually, Khari started dating again. This time, rather than pretending to be a nice guy, pretending to listen, he really was. He would have real conversations with women about real topics, real feelings, real emotions and he would share his opinions and offer insights based on his own revelations. For the first time in his life he started to be discriminating. He didn’t just go to bed with any woman that showed an interest in him, he wanted women that could help him be a better man. He stopped romancing women for sport and he even got his heart broken a few times by women who wanted no parts of him because of his notorious past. Khari was becoming emotionally mature, something that had been a foreign concept to him up until that point. Who says you can’t teach an old dog new tricks?



There’s always that little fly in the machine to muck things up though. For all of his making amends, the one person he hadn’t contacted to confess and apologize to was Jacinda. He told his therapist it was because he just wasn’t ready but then took a deep breath and confessed it was because he had loved her the most and that he had hurt her the most. He knew that what he was calling love before wasn’t real because it was based on emotional deception but the happiest he had ever been in his life was with her. He knew now that what she was suggesting, the reason why he didn’t want to be naked in front of her, the reason he wanted sex to be short, sweet, and to the point is because he didn’t know how to be truly intimate, all he knew how to do was pretend.



Fate has a way of fucking with you when you are putting off the inevitable. After the stabbing, Khari had been transferred to business accounts on his job and he got a work order to upgrade all the routers for the very TV station that Jacinda worked for. He couldn’t sleep the night before. He got up at the crack of dawn and watched mindless TV not so patiently until it was time to shower and go to work. He pulled into the garage with a ton of apprehension. He didn’t even know what floor she worked on, if she still worked there, or if he would come anywhere near her over the course of the next few days. Part of him was terrified that she would stab him if she saw him but another part of him wanted to just apologize and explain. If he was being honest with himself, a part of him wanted another chance with her but he realized through therapy that he had burned that bridge and that the most he should hope for was asking for her forgiveness even if she decided not to accept it. Well, that and he was saying a silent prayer as well that she didn’t try to slit his throat.



It’s a good thing Khari kept an extra uniform shirt and some deodorant in his truck because he was sweating so profusely the first few hours there that he had sweated the underarms of his shirt clean through. It had been over two years since he had talked to Jacinda and he was remiss that he hadn’t actually paid attention to her when she was talking so he didn’t remember what show she worked on. Casually, as to not draw too much attention to himself, he asked a few people if they knew who she was. They all did but they said she worked on several shows and could be anywhere. One young lady said if she saw Jacinda, she would tell him that he was looking for her. He tried to play it off and tell her that wasn’t necessary but he was anxious to see her. He could barely concentrate on doing his job he was so busy looking around to see if he could see her. He hadn’t figured out a plan, he didn’t know what he was going to say if he ran into her, all he knew was he wanted to see her and apologize. Anything beyond that, he wasn’t emotionally mature enough to grasp just yet.



“Khari, is that you?” The familiar voice called out to him while he was on a ladder in the lunch room, his head completely obscured from view by the ceiling tiles. His heart skipped a beat and he almost fell off the ladder. He climbed down slowly and saw her for the first time in years. She looked even more beautiful than she had before.



“Hey, uhmmmm, hi. How are you?” He smiled nervously.



Jacinda didn’t respond, she turned and walked away, visibly shaken and upset. The old Khari would have let her go and not had another fleeting thought about her. The new and slightly improved Khari took a chance he had never taken before, he went after her. “Hey, wait up a minute. There’s something I want to say, no need to say.”



Frozen in her tracks, Jacinda was overcome with emotion. She’d spent the better part of a year trying to heal from the hurt of their breakup. And just when she thought she had gotten to a place where she was okay with moving on, she had to be painfully reminded of his trial and the lies, and the women, and the hurt all over again every day for weeks. Everyone at her job knew she had dated him, everyone whispered behind her back about how he must have cheated on her. She fought back the tears as she stood there, looking at him, hurt and confused like the night he walked out of her apartment and didn’t look back.



Khari started apologizing, quietly, as to not draw too much attention while they were both working, but while the words were coming out of his mouth, he was thinking about the afternoon in his basement when she had come downstairs in nothing but panties, looking sexy and innocent with nothing but the most sincere motives, and he had treated her like she was some sort of criminal. Jacinda heard the words coming out of his mouth and they vaguely sounded like an apology but she was hearing that final speech about how he had never loved her and it had all been a lie. She didn’t hear anything he said. Her mind was racing, trying to figure out how to make him feel like an idiot. He certainly didn’t need any help in that department. He felt ashamed. And that was a good thing. It meant he was finally feeling remorse for the first time in his life. Not pretending to feel remorse, but actually processing his real feelings.



Khari did everything in his power to make the job last longer than it had to. What could have taken a week or so, ended up taking the better part of a month. Every day, he would go out of his way to find Jacinda and say hello, offer to take her to lunch, apologize again, whatever he could do to just be in her presence.



One of the things that being self-aware does to you is teaches you to forgive the people who have hurt you because you realize that they were doing the best they could at the time with the broken tools they had. In the years since they had broken up, Jacinda had done a lot of work on herself and she had it in her heart to forgive but beyond that, she didn’t want to forget. The words, “I didn’t really love you. It was all a lie,” kept ringing over and over in her head. There was no greater betrayal.



Emotionally, Jacinda was in the same place again. She could see that Khari was making an effort to really make amends. She could sense what she thought was his sincerity but she just couldn’t be sure. She felt herself remembering the good times of the year they had together and not the bad times. If they had broken up because they had been fighting, if the relationship had been stagnant, she would be able to walk away and not look back. They had broken up when the relationship was at its best so she was flooded with emotions that she didn’t understand. The man who was before her every day was not the same man who had lied to her about loving her. Or maybe he was and this was all a lie, all pretend, all meant to manipulate her. Every woman has to ask herself– where is the line between being a doormat and truly forgiving someone? Oh, if life only came with an instruction manual.



The very last thing Khari wanted to do was lie to anyone, let alone Jacinda. He knew he couldn’t keep stalling on the job any longer so he made his move. “Hey, Jay, today is my last day here. I was wondering if I could call you some time and we could maybe hang out, go to a dinner, maybe catch a concert . . . Khari stopped. He realized that he sounded like the Khari of old. “OK, check it. I would just love to hang out with you. You can decide what you want to do. I will be happy just spending time with you.



“I’m having a few friends over on Saturday. You’re welcome to come over if you want.” The words left her mouth before she realized what she had said. Her brother was going to be there. The same brother who swore he would kill Khari if he ever ran across him again. Her girlfriends were going to be there. The same girlfriends who had been there for her when she couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, and who had counseled her to just let him go. She wanted to rescind the offer the second she made it. The look of pure bliss on Khari’s face made her weak.



“Cool. What time? What do you need me to bring? Do you live in the same place? I remember how to get there.” To say Khari was elated was an understatement. In the time since the shooting, he hadn’t been this excited about anything, about any woman. He was physically aroused and it had nothing to do with wanting to have sex. He just wanted to be in her presence, to soak up her energy. He wanted to show her that he was the better man that he had pretended to be with her those many years ago.



Jacinda had prepared everyone that Khari was coming and EVERYONE voiced their concerns, shock, and utter disbelief that she would invite him. Her brother and father and several male friends huddled in the corner and planned on when and how to beat his ass. He had caused Jacinda to cry more tears than anyone should have to shed over one person. The female contingent of the party, the very same women who told her over and over again that she needed to ignore his emotional immaturity and hold on to him because no man was ever going to be sensitive and the best she could hope for was someone to pay the bills and not bring drama home were the women telling her NOW how she could do so much better. It was extremely humiliating for Jacinda to have to explain to people why should would even give him the time of day, let alone invite him over. She wasn’t even sure she knew why herself. She wasn’t thinking about tomorrow, she wasn’t thinking about next week. All she was thinking about was the moment and something in her spirit told her that forgiving him meant accepting his offer of an olive branch. What was to happen after that, she decided just to let spirit guide her.



Jacinda had reserved the courtyard in her apartment complex for the day. There were card tables, a volleyball net, a pool, and there was FOOD everywhere. Jacinda had recruited every food stylist, every reality show chef champion, executive chef, and every restaurant owner she knew to contribute food for the day. She had personally been cooking for months, freezing things and storing them at work. By the time Khari had actually gotten up the nerve to show up, the party was in full swing. He bought two cases of his favorite beer and made a beeline for her brother. They had met before when he and Jacinda were dating and he had liked him. Khari knew he had to fight that fire first. If someone had done to his sister what he had done to Jacinda, he would have shot him in the back without blinking an eye. This time, he came prepared with a speech and he pulled JJ to the side. No one could tell what was being said but all eyes were on them. Finally, Khari extended his hand to JJ, and JJ leaned in close, whispered something, and walked away, leaving him hanging. JJ and his crew huddled. They kept their eyes on him all day but they didn’t cause any trouble.



The party was great. Jacinda was her usual, vivacious, bubbly, charming self. There was a DJ and the music kept everyone festive. The food couldn’t have been better, the alcohol kept everyone in a light mood without getting out of control. As the hour grew late, everyone started leaving. There was so much food to put away and Khari offered to stay and help clean up. Jacinda’s apartment fridge was regular sized so she had gotten the permission to use the walk-in at the 24 hour grocery store next door to her apartment building. She was going to donate the leftover food to a shelter but they didn’t start taking donations until 11 AM so she was going to do it in the morning. It was almost 2 in the morning before everything had been cleaned up. Everyone else had long since gone home but Khari was there, not complaining a bit, working like a Hebrew slave.



“Jay, that was an outstanding party. Thank you for inviting me. I had a really nice time. It means a lot to me.” He reached out and gave Jacinda a hug. Their bodies touched for the first time since the fateful night of their one year anniversary. It was an innocent hug. Khari pulled her body close and put his hands on her back where he was sure it couldn’t be interpreted as inappropriate or sexual in any way. Her curves felt exquisite and her familiar scent reminded him of days gone by. He closed his eyes and he was in awe of the softness and warmth of her body. Jacinda relaxed into his arms like she had always belonged there. Electricity and sparks and chemistry were flying every damn where. They could have put on a fireworks show for the 4th of July all by themselves. This wasn’t just lust; this was something bigger.



Khari backed away as he felt his body react to the proximity and softness of Jacinda’s. She was not at all oblivious to the intense physical chemistry that was happening. She took a minute to collect her thoughts. “Hey, it’s late, and I’m sure you’re tired. If you want, you can sleep on the sofa until the morning.”



An invitation like that would have been like taking candy from a baby for the old Khari. But he really was a different guy; he really was trying to do the right thing for once in his life. He declined the offer and went home alone. The old Khari would have had someone on standby to talk to on the phone to stroke his ego while stroked his member by the time he got home. The new Khari went home and held his pillow tight and remembered the sensation of that hug. He reminisced about the sounds Jacinda made when she was turned on and the way her body reacted when she was in the throes of an intense orgasm. He closed his eyes and he could see the ugly faces she made when she was getting fucked and how much it had turned him on. Mostly, he thought about how she had tried so very hard to make him open up and be honest and more comfortable in his own skin and how he had resisted her attempts. He had a momentary feeling of shame but he stopped, reflected on how far he had come on his journey towards healing and he drifted off to a sweet slumber with the word Jacinda on his lips.



It was barely 8 AM when the doorbell rang and Jacinda shuffled to the door wearing her fuzzy slippers and her ratty bathrobe and a look on her face that clearly communicated, “Seriously? Seriously? I’m so sleepy I can’t even form words. If I could form words, I would be cursing you out for knocking on my door at quarter to God forbid in the morning.”



“Gooooood morning, sunshine.” Khari had coffee, juice, muffins, a dozen eggs, maple bacon, lox, bagels, cream cheese, fresh fruit, pastry and more in hand. He had enough food to feed an army.



Words that sounded similar to, “What are you doing here at this hour?” came out of Jacinda’s mouth.



“Water your dues in years, Eisenhower? Alrighty then, I see you are still not a morning person, Jay. That’s OK, you go get a shower. I’ll start breakfast.”



The smell of cinnamon rolls baking when she got out of the shower brought Jacinda back to life. She made her way back to the kitchen. Khari looked comfortable there. “Good morning,” she said, a bit more intelligible this time.

He handed her a cup of coffee. “I couldn’t remember if you liked Hazelnut or Amaretto creamer so I took a chance and went with Amaretto. How’d I do?”



She took a sip. Her taste buds came alive and she felt the warmth of the fluid travel down to her stomach. The jolt from the caffeine would come a bit later but the smell and the taste were like heaven to her. “What are you doing here?” she asked again, this time coherent and clear.



“Well, I figured you have a ton of food to take to the homeless shelter this morning and what would take you 5 or 6 trips in your girly little hybrid scooter would take us 1 trip in my manly-man monster truck. So, here I am. Oh shit, you’re going to make me burn the bacon. Do you have cheese for the eggs? Never mind, I’ll find it myself. Go, go, go. Set the table and leave me be while I finish.”



Breakfast was a feast made for a queen. They sat and ate heartily, like they hadn’t eaten in weeks rather than the few hours it had been since the party. As the blood started pumping and the caffeine kicked in, Jacinda blurted out, “Hey, what did you say to my brother yesterday?”



Khari froze for a moment and then looked Jacinda in the eye. “I told him that I loved you and that I was going to do whatever it took to get you back.” Khari was telling the truth in more ways than one. He was confessing his truths and revealing himself in a way that made him vulnerable and afraid. That was a greater truth than he had ever known.



Jacinda’s eyes searched the room, looking for something to focus on to keep her from crying. She remembered the hurt and she wanted to lash out, to hit him, but she sat frozen for a few minutes. Khari let her process. “What did he say to you?”



“He told me that if I hurt you again that he would kill me.”



Jacinda gave a nervous chuckle and went back to eating. After a few minutes of awkward silence she spoke up. “You know, I don’t want you back. You lied to me about loving me and I can never trust you again. I . . .” Her voice crackled and trailed off.



Khari grabbed her by the hand and pulled her to the sofa. He sat next to her and tilted her chin up with his finger. He wanted her to look at him. “Jay, I didn’t lie to you about loving you. I lied to myself. I have been walking around broken and insecure and immature my whole life. When I met you, I pretended to be someone I wasn’t to impress you and get you into bed because that’s what I did. I did, most certainly love you, however. Thing is, I didn’t know how to love you the way you needed because I didn’t love myself. Truth be told, I still don’t know how to love myself but I’m working on it every day and I’m getting there. When we were together, I felt like you were too good for me. No matter how honest I was with you, no matter how many times I fucked up, you would look at me with these eyes that told me you saw something greater in me. I didn’t know how to handle that. I only knew how to handle women who worshipped and adored the fake me.”



“With other women,” he continued, “I could lie and pretend and they didn’t dig any deeper, they didn’t ask anything of me other than a romantic dinner and a hot fuck. I didn’t feel worthy of you because I felt this ugly part of me inside was just going to end up coming out and when you finally saw the real me, you would stop loving me. The thought of that scared the shit out of me. No matter how much ugly came out of me, no matter how many lies I revealed, you kept finding something beautiful to love about me. I was afraid. You were so close to the real me, too close for comfort. I had run out of beautiful parts and I was afraid you wouldn’t look at me with the same magic in your eyes when you saw the ugly, real parts of me. I didn’t know how to deal with that level of insecurity so I did the only thing I knew how to do, hurt you before you had a chance to hurt me. I loved you, Jay, more than you will ever know. I just didn’t feel worthy of your love and I fucked it up and I did heinous things and I will be forever sorry. I did love you but you have to know that I loved you in a way that I just didn’t know how to deal with.”



Jacinda was crying hysterically again, just like the last time they shared time and space in her apartment, the night he walked out and crushed her heart. Khari got up and cleared the table. He came back and took her hand as he stood over her, “I’m leaving now. I don’t want to hurt you; I don’t want to see you cry. I’m so very sorry. But, Jay, I am going to come back. I’m going to keep coming back until you tell me to leave you the hell alone. I’m going to do everything I can to capture your heart this time and do it sincerely, not for you but for me. I want to feel deserving of seeing that sparkle in your eyes when you look at me; I want to feel worthy of being the man that you love.”



Khari didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want her to hear the door close like she had heard over two and a half years ago on that fateful night. He wanted to give her space and time to process so he left that morning but he had promised her that he would be back and he was going to keep that promise.



Feeling overcome with emotion, Jacinda curled up on the sofa and cried for hours. She couldn’t stop crying. By the time she had gotten herself together it was well past noon. He grabbed her car keys and ran downstairs to get the food to take to the shelter. It really was going to take her multiple trips in her small car because there was so much food. The guy there said, “Oh man, some guy came by a few hours ago and took all the food. I hope I didn’t . . . oh man, I’m so sorry ma’am. I thought he was with you.” She reassured him that everything was fine. At that moment, she got a text. It was a picture of a homeless man with a huge plate of food and a ridiculously huge grin on his face. She wanted to text back and say thank you but she didn’t, she couldn’t. She was terrified that this was just another emotional manipulation, a lie in the grand scheme of life and love.



Over the course of the next few months, Khari worked his way back into Jacinda’s life. He invited her to go to counseling with her. They went. Khari was making revelations and disclosures she was 100% certain that the Khari of old wasn’t capable of doing. This new man was working on self-acceptance in all facets of his life, embracing the light and the dark within him, he was unselfish, most importantly, he was taking responsibility for his actions and handling constructive criticism well. It was almost impossible for Jacinda to wrap her head around all of it. All her life, she’d been told that men weren’t capable of this sort of behavior and here she was, seeing it in front of her eyes.



While they were growing closer week after week, month after month, they still hadn’t gotten back together. It was almost as if they were becoming more like brother and sister or best friends than boyfriend and girlfriend. There was no kissing, hand-holding was a no no, there was no cuddling and there wasn’t even the discussion of sex. Well, there wasn’t the discussion of sex between the two of them. Khari made sure he was pretty open and honest about other lovers in his life. He was acknowledging his very human need for physical intimacy and he was truthful about his affairs. That was a first.



Sex is a human drive and almost all the trouble Khari had gotten into in life was based on his deceitful pursuit and abject denial of it so he had a new attitude. Going forward, he was going to be safe in all his physical and emotional choices. He had a friend, Tina, whose husband had died and she wasn’t ready for an emotional relationship but she didn’t want to go forgo her sexual self until she was ready either. He didn’t lie to her, he didn’t pretend she meant the sun, and the moon, and the stars to him. He didn’t use her; he simply maintained a connection with her that allowed them both erotic release without feeling used and without all the “taboo” triggers that used to stimulate Khari so much. Khari was completely upfront with Tina that his true love interest was Jacinda and that the minute she was ready for a physical relationship things between them would have to end. The same understanding stood in reverse and Khari was comfortable with it.



As for other lovers in Jacinda’s life, she wasn’t as forthcoming. She would tell Khari when she had a date and she would answer truthfully when he would ask if the date ended in intimacy or not. She didn’t want to share too many more details because she would have had to admit that every time she’d had sex since Khari had come back into her life, she’d fantasized about him. Every time she was aroused, her thoughts would drift back to Khari. In fact, there weren’t many instances she could remember since she saw him on that ladder at work that she hadn’t fantasized about him when she was masturbating.



Things were at a stalemate for Jacinda and Khari. They had been spending more and more time together for the better part of six or seven months maybe. She’d stopped going to therapy sessions with him because she was convinced he was sincere in his efforts to grown. Khari could spend the night on her sofa any time he wanted and she had an open invitation to spend the night with him but she made it clear that she was more comfortable sleeping in her own bed. Khari knew that it was time to make a move. They had gotten to a place where she could sit a little closer on the sofa without Jacinda breaking out into tears but there was still no romance.



With the weekend cleared of plans, Khari invited Jacinda over for a day of hanging out, nothing special planned, just whatever they wanted. Jacinda jumped at the opportunity. Khari sent her a text early Saturday morning saying, “out runng errnds. will lve bck door open. come ovr whn u wake up.” True to her nature on any day that didn’t include employment, Jacinda would rise at the crack of noon to greet the day. She showered and put on as many layers as she could to brave the elements and headed over to Khari’s.



She parked her car in the driveway behind his truck. She wasn’t sure if his truck being there meant he was back from running errands or not. She decided to use the back door per his instructions. Placing her hand on the knob and twisting, the door opened immediately. She took off her coat, hat, scarf, and gloves and hung them on the hooks near the back door. As she came through the sun room and into the kitchen, she saw something she had never seen before. Khari was standing at the stove, fixing God only knows what, wearing just boxer briefs. He smiled at her nervously and said, “Oh, hey, you’re here. Good, I’m glad to see you. Did you have lunch yet?”



Jacinda was dumbfounded. “OK, wait a minute. Wait one minute. What’s going on here? Why are you not wearing a stitch of clothing other than your underwear in the middle of the afternoon . . . in the kitchen? Help me understand this.”



All Khari could do was laugh. He was sure that the sight of someone in their underwear in their own home wouldn’t be that strange of a sight for most people but for him it was a very foreign concept. “I wanted to try something new. If it offends you, I can go put on some clothes.”



“NO!” Jacinda blurted out almost too quickly, “Uhmmm, I mean, no, that’s fine with me as long as you’re comfortable, I’m comfortable.”



“Good, glad that’s settled. You hungry? Lunch is almost ready. You can head downstairs and find something to watch on TV if you want. Jacinda headed downstairs. The fireplace was roaring and the coffee table already had hors d’oeuvres beautifully laid out.



Before she knew what she was saying, Jacinda heard herself mumble, “My baby is an aspiring food stylist,” under her breath. It was true in many ways. One of the things they had in common was their love of food. That couldn’t be denied. And it was also very true that Khari was her baby. They were a couple; they just hadn’t consummated it again. Yet. She settled on a marathon of Spike TV’s Deadliest Warrior. They had this thing where they would pick opposing sides and each try to cheer their warrior to victory except if they were both creepy warriors. On those episodes, they just watched for the blood, and guts, and gore. By the time she was settled on the sofa and snacking on some warm, sinfully-delicious bites of something that had been prepared, Khari was bringing a tray with more food than they would ever be able to eat in one night.



“Man, I turned the heat up to 75 and I have the fireplace going and you are still dressed like you are ready to trek over the frozen tundra. I thought by now you’d be out of some of those clothes.” Jacinda started looking around for her purse in a frantic search. Khari inquired what she was doing.



“Are you serious? I’m calling the police. OBVIOUSLY, you are some sort of imposter. Who are you and what have you done with the real Khari? You must be some sort of alien who’s taken over his body . . . his very gorgeous body,” she added slyly. She settled down on the sofa. “I didn’t plan on staying so I didn’t bring a change of clothing so I’m afraid this is what you get.”



“Man, this really isn’t working is it? I invited you over here today because I want you to be more comfortable in my home. I want us to see if we are ready to go to the next level. I want you, Jay and I’m trying to take steps towards that. If you don’t want me, please just say so because I don’t want to make a fool of myself but I don’t want to play games with you either. I want to be your man, in every sense of the word and I’m doing my best to show you that. We can take it as slow . . .”



Jacinda silenced him with a soft, small kiss on the lips. “I’m ready to take things to the next level. I’m scared but I’m ready.”



Jacinda stood back. She felt awkward but empowered at the same time. First, she took off her sweater and folded it neatly and placed it on a chair. Then came her turtleneck and another tank top underneath. Boots, socks, and jeans came off in succession and finally tights. She stood there, her body molded like a sculpture in sensuality, in her simple teal green bra and matching panties. All Khari could do was stare in awe. He never thought he would get this close to Jacinda again so this was overwhelming. His heart was racing and it felt like it was going to pop out of his chest. He pulled her close and closed his eyes. He waited. He held his breath and he waited.



Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he felt her soft, full, sensuous lips press gently against his. He opened his mouth slightly and melted into the kiss. She tasted like strawberry wetness, her tongue dancing over his sent shivers down his spine. The soft moans, the sounds of purring that she made ignited his passions that much more. He stopped her and tried to collect his thoughts for a minute. He was aroused and he didn’t know how fast or slow she wanted to take things. For Khari, he had been waiting for this since he had the revelation in counseling. He was past ready. He wanted to make love to her on the sofa right then and there. But he respected that he had fucked up so majorly before that he would wait until his lady was comfortable.



They ate lunch, watched TV, and snuggled. Even though it was plenty warm enough, they cuddled under a blanket, their bodies rubbing against each other. Khari wasn’t at all shy about letting her feel his arousal; he wanted her to know that she turned him on. Because Jacinda had always been the more comfortable sexually of the two, she was enjoying every second of this erotic play. She gave up the pretense of watching TV and took his hands and guided them to her full breasts. He massaged her full, sensitive breasts which made Jacinda wet immediately. She was in no rush so she just luxuriated in the sensations. She wasn’t sure how far things would or could go. Everything seemed to be rushing ahead but happening at the perfect pace at the same time somehow.



As the afternoon wore into the evening, Jacinda asked politely if they could turn off the TV and just spend time together talking. Khari couldn’t reach for the remote fast enough. The glow of the fireplace was their only source of illumination and while it provided warmth, it certainly wasn’t their only source of heat. In the silence of the night, with just the sounds of the cold winter’s wind howling outside to serenade them, they began a journey towards real intimacy.



Khari laid back on the sofa, his head propped up by pillows. Jacinda slid between his legs and rested her back against his stomach. He wrapped his arms and legs around her tightly because he was afraid she was going to slip away. They covered themselves in the blanket and started talking. Jacinda had so many questions; mostly questions about what was real and what had been a lie in their relationship before. Khari was in scary territory. He had to remember that lying was his natural state and he didn’t want to fall off the wagon so to speak. His heart was starting to pump faster. He could easily lie, he could easily say what he thought she wanted to hear and she would believe him. He’d done it 1000 times, hell; he’d done it 100 times or more with her. He took a deep breath, thought about the burning sensation he felt when the cold blade of steel pierced his flesh, and he started opening up.



At first, Jacinda asked him questions about little things he had lied about, lies that she had caught him in but that he had vehemently denied. Everything in his body was telling him to lie. But as his adrenaline pumped, he swallowed hard and said, “I know you might never want to talk to me again after I tell you this but it’s a chance I’m going to take. Remember that weekend and it was your sister’s birthday and I told you that I had to have dinner with my family that weekend? Well, I just wanted to be alone. I didn’t want to see you, I didn’t want to hang out with your family, I didn’t have plans with my family so I lied. I’m sorry.”



Jacinda kissed the back of his hand. “I knew it.” She paused for a brief second and said, “Thanks for coming clean about that. I really appreciate it.”



Khari was waiting for the other shoe to drop, he was waiting for the irrational neck-bobbing monster he was sure was going to attack him to come out and start cursing and screaming. But nothing happened. Jacinda didn’t budge. She was still there, between his legs, cuddling and snuggling, and if he wasn’t mistaken, she was still aroused. Her nipples were hard as little pebbles beneath her bra and he thought he could detect the faint scent of her wetness. “Go ahead, you can ask me some more. I promise to tell the truth.” he said tentatively.



Jacinda fired off more questions and they seemed to get progressively more difficult for Khari to answer but the more he realized that she was not trying to filet him, the more he felt relieved to get everything off his chest. And if he was being honest with himself, there was something making him feel . . . turned on by telling the truth. The more he would reveal, the more Jacinda would kiss and caress his body. He craved her touch. He wanted more. Soon, he was associating telling the truth with pleasurable sensations. Her hands on his thighs, her full, round ass rubbing against his slightly engorged dick, her lips playfully sucking his fingers; Jacinda was rewiring his brain. Khari was in a heightened state of arousal. The more honest he was with Jacinda, the more she would do subtle things to get him more aroused. His brain was re-learning to associate telling the truth with pleasure.



They continued and Jacinda asked about the women he was with after they broke up. She wanted to know details, really intimate details. Khari felt afraid and comfortable at the same time. He kept telling the truth and Jacinda kept listening, calmly, without exploding. At one point, she was touching and caressing him and her hand touched “the scar”. Khari froze. It was a reminder to both of them of his past. Jacinda didn’t flinch; she just kept asking questions sweetly and gently touching his sensitive spots.

All caricatures are over the age of 18. The story picks up from the end of part 2 but is readable on its own. I would recommend that if you have not read the first two parts, that you do that first. The story line takes place in the early 1980s so there are no cell phones and such. However, I did slip and add a reference to the Literotica website in the characters conversation; I did not want to remove. It is a lengthy story (13,000+ words) as I have combined two complete writings in this third installment. I have other stories of Ben and Lori so I am not done with these two by any means!



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Mom schemes to bring Lori into their fun!



I wake from the alarms buzzer, “Well good morning mom,” I say as I wake to her hand stroking my cock slowly. “I really hate to interrupt your fun mom, but I need to use that thing you’re holding down there,” I say as I hold her arm still.



Mom releases her grip saying, “Okay Ben, as long as you are in there, please start the shower and I’ll be right in as soon as I can hear the water run.”



I through back the covers and race to her master bathroom not realizing we are going to shower together. It is not until I am turning on the hot faucet that it hits me that mom will be coming through the door to join me. I start the spray and it washes over me as the shower door slides open again.



Mom climbs in and turns on the second spray head she had installed at the far end. We both shower as we watch the other do the same. As mom rinses her hair, I move in, kiss her softly, and place my hands on her hips. She wraps her arms around me and slips her tongue past my lips making the heat rise within me.



As my cock grows against mom’s warm, wet skin, I can feel her hand move to it. Breaking the kiss, she says, “This thing never seams to want to rest,” and with a giggle, moms fingers wrap around my hard cockshaft. Our kissing resumes as I feel her hand leave my cock; I hear the bar of soap rattle in its tray.



With rapid strokes, mom’s soapy hand is soon making full-length slides from the top to the bottom of my cock, I try to concentrate on the kiss, but I keep letting out small moans that cause it to pause.



With out warning mom backs away and grabs the bar of soap from the built in tray on the shower wall. I watch as it spins in her hands wondering what she will do with all that soap she is collecting. Mom looks at me and her hand moves to place the bar back onto the tray.



As I feel mom’s hands coating my cock she says, “I want to try something new with you Ben. You have shared many new things with me recently; I think it is my turn to experience something new with my new lover.”



Mom’s hands pull away and she turns around to shut off her showerhead. As she bends down and places her hands on the ledge at the back of the tub, she says, “I want you to put that big beautiful cock of yours in my ass Ben. I wouldn’t let your dad but I am curious to know if I would like it.”



I look at her ass and see her pink puckered asshole waiting for me. As my cock head touches it mom says, “Go slow Ben, I know its going to hurt a little so please, take your time.”



“Okay mom” is all I say as I push my cock at mom’s asshole. Not knowing how hard to push I push a little harder and let off some. After doing this, several times my cock’s head suddenly pops inside her ass and I freeze as I wait for mom’s reaction.



I expect mom to tell me to pull my cock out of her ass but instead she pushes back on it. The soap works its magic and I slide into her tight gripping ass until we can no longer push.



“It doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would Ben, I still need a minute to get used to your big cock in there though,” mom says.



As I stand there, I compare the feel of her ass with the feel of her pussy in my mind. Her ass wins in the grip department and I never even thought her pussy could ever be beaten there; it feels just as hot though, maybe a little hotter.



I feel mom pulling forward so I start pulling back and watch as the poll stuck in mom’s ass grows longer. Before I can see it all, mom jerks backwards down the shaft and lets out a deep groaning breath as if I am pushing the air out of her lungs with my diamond hard cock.



“Start fucking in and out Ben, but keep your strokes slow while I get used to you in there. It’s not as bad as it was and I want you to feel good fucking my virgin ass baby” mom directs me.



I slowly pull my cock back out of mom’s burning ass tube until I feel the head get to the end where I change my direction of movement. As I repeat the cycle several more times, mom’s ass seams to me, to be adjusting well to my cock’s invasion.



Soon, with out words, we are moving at a good speed when mom shouts “Now really start fucking my ass. Fuck your momma’s ass hard; make me scream for your huge cock’s love baby.”



Wanting to please my mother, I take hold of her hips and leverage my strokes in and out. Once I get a good rhythm going I ask, “How is this mommy, am I fucking your ass hard enough or do you want more?”



“OH my god, this feels amazing Ben, fuck my ass as hard as you can baby!” moms shouting words ring in my ears as I begin to slam my hips into her ass.



The shower echoes with the slaps of wet skin over our grunts of ecstasy as I say to her. “This is amazing mom, I never thought I would ever get to do this and, here I am fucking my mommies ass and loving it!”



“When I first caught you stroking your cock, I never though I would be in this shower getting my ass reamed with it. Hell, I only had a glimmer of hope that I would feel it in my pussy someday.” Moms labored words only make me want to fuck her ass harder and I begin pulling her into my thrusts.



Mom lifts her hands from the back of the tub and I see them going for her tits. As she pulls on her nipples, she starts screaming, “Fuck me Ben, and fuck my ass hard son. Give me that beautiful cock of yours.”



As she speaks, I answer with extra hard pulls causing the crashing flesh to sting in response. Each deep thrust seams to bounce us apart until I pull on her hips again.



As I feel my balls begin to warn me of my orgasm, mom says, “stop for a minute Benjamin, I can feel that you are about to cum, I want this to last, so stay in my ass but hold it for a minute until you feel the moment pass. If you do it right you can last as long as you want.”



“Thanks mom,” I say as I hold my cock full pressed into her ass. “I can keep going after I cum though. I have cum as many as five or six times in one night of reading stories on my favorite website.”



As we keep still, mom asks, “What site do you read sex stories on Ben?”



“It’s called, Literotica, they have everything you could ever want to read on their site. Ask me to show it to you some time,” I tell her as I slowly pull my cock back and slam it back in when I am finished talking.



As I begin to make slow withdrawals and hard slams back in, mom says, “Yes Ben, maybe we can play games with them. You know, act out a few we like …if you want too.



Your dad never wanted to have much fun with sex. He just wanted to screw, rollover, and go right to sleep. Now fuck me and cum in my ass!”



With out waiting I begin to pound my cock in mom’s ass as hard as I can. I once thought anal sex was something I would never want, but here I am racing towards orgasm in my mother’s ass and I love it. With mom pushing back into my thrusting, I pull back my hand and smack mom’s ass hard.



“YES, spank my ass you little bastard. Fuck me harder and spank my ass!” Mom’s scream rings in my ears as I pound as hard as I can and deliver a few more hard smacks on her ass.



Soon the tingle returns and I keep pounding into the hot gripping ass as my orgasm nears. As I grunt with each thrust mom says, “that’s it Ben, keep pounding my ass and cum for mommy. Mommy wants you to fill her ass with cum so give it to me baby. Give me an ass full of baby juice right now mister, don’t you dare pull it out before you do.”



With euphoric bliss, I begin to shoot my load in mom’s ass as I make my last hard push into her with a deep grunting sound as mom screams, “Oh my god, it feels like your shooting liquid fire in my ass Ben. Spank me again …please?”



Just as she begged for, I hit her ass harder than any time before. Her moan turned into a yelp and I have to grab her hips quickly to keep her from falling. Slowly my cock withdraws from mom’s ass before she gently lowers all the way to the bottom of the tub; I see she is out cold.



I move to the side and share some of the cool water coming from the showerhead as I turn the hot water up and move back in front of the spray. As mom’s hand comes up my leg, I turn the water off because the hot water is gone.



I turn and ask, “Are you alright mom?”



Mom looks up at me with a dreamy look on her face and says, “Yes baby, moms okay, and she has just had an orgasm that made her black out, which rarely ever happens to me. Now help me up so I can make you some breakfast and get to work.”



I help her to stand, she quickly steps out of the shower, and I watch as she rubs her red ass as it disappears into her room. In just a few moments time she yells back to me, “Can you get yourself breakfast this morning baby, your mom is going to be late if I don’t get out there and gather eggs for Jack’s place.”



I answer, “Sure mom, I can find something to eat on my own, would you like help collecting eggs?”



“No, I should be okay as long as you can feed yourself this morning, I promise I’ll make it up to you after I get home,” mom replies as she enters into the room to adjust her self in the full length mirror.



She is fully dressed with her hair pulled back into a ponytail and I am still dripping from the shower as I catch the towel she tossed me with a big smile before closing in to give me a kiss.



As I walk to the bedroom door to go up to my room and dress, I remember mom saying, ‘What ever happens in this room will be our dirty little secret.’



Twenty-four hours ago I was a virgin burning a few movies for mom to get by with and now I am glad she never watched it. Now if I can get past Lori with out showing any signs of what has changed in my life, everything will be okay. An hour later, I am driving my truck through the woods and feeling like a brand new man.



By the time mom gets back from the food pantry, I have the grill going and ready to make us some burgers. Mom looks pleased and tells me, “I am going to freshen up before I join you for supper. Go ahead, and put them burgers on Ben, It is such a beautiful day, don’t you think honey?”



“Yes it is mom, it has been a wonderful day,” I answer as I place the patties on the grill. As mom starts towards the house, I call out, “I love you Mollie.” Moms name is Mollie and I want to start using it now.



“I love you to Benjamin,” mom calls out as she climbs the steps to the porch.



I call mom Mollie as we eat our supper and she told me that if it helps I can continue to use it in private conversations but I need to keep calling her mom in front of others and I agree. She also said how pleased she was that I had brought out a salad and chips to go with the meal. I told her that I was eager to fill my new man sized shoes and she giggled at that with me.



Later, after we had eaten and our conversation neared its end, I told her to go in and relax while I picked up; she said, “You are going to spoil me with your kindness.”



I just said, “I always try to help you out Mollie, which is why dad called me a momma’s boy, remember?” She just hugged me and gave me a quick kiss before walking to the house.



I carried the large tray of things back to the house and put things away or in the trash. Picnic ware is great for easy clean-ups so nothing needed washed except a few utensils. As I complete my work, I hear the television on in the living room so I get a soda and walk in to join mom.



As I walk through the door I stop in my tracks because of the vision of Mollie reclined in her chair with out a top on. For a woman in her mid forties, Mollie has a great set of tits with just a little sag. They fill a double E size cup well enough to notice and have long, dark pink nipples with dark brown areolas surrounding them.



As usual, I feel my cock harden quickly at the site of naked tit flesh. Mollie looks at my growing bulge and smiles brightly as she looks up at me. As she sits the chair upright, she wags her finger for me to go to her. As I walk towards her, she slowly slides off the chair onto the pillow she had behind her head.



With out a word, Mollie reaches for my belt and soon has my pants down around my ankles. She holds out the band on my shorts and soon my boxers join my pants.



Using her left hand to control my cock she slowly moves in to lick at my balls with tender skill.



“Oh yes, lick my balls mom, your tongue is like magic, keep doing that, yeah right there,” I say in response to her actions. For the next few moments, she licks them, sucks each one into her mouth, and gently plays with them with her tongue.



The entire time her hand softly strokes my cock shaft as I sip my soda. She moves her mouth slowly up to my cock and tickles the bottom of the shaft with her tongue causing a huge dollop of cream to eject from the tip of my cock and I feel it trickle down the underside of the shaft.



Mollie saw it too, she holds her tongue still and waits for it to arrive and moves her fingers back to give it a clear path. Next, her tongue rises up the shaft and I watch as another dollop flows out onto her tongue.



With a quick movement, she engulfs my cock in her warm, wet mouth as she grabs my hips with both hands. In no time at all, she is pushing and pulling my hips so I am literally fucking her mouth.



I set my soda down on a near by end table and grab her head with both hands and hold it still while I do the fucking myself. I groan loudly as I feel her throat envelope my cock as I pull her face into my pubic hairs a few times before pulling out to let her breath.



Mollie pushes off my cock at the same time and says, “You can fuck my throat if you want, I will push you back when I need to take a breath,” and pulls my cock back deep into her throat with no hesitation.



With new freedom, I begin to fuck her face like an animal. No worries about counting strokes anymore, just let her push off when she needs to and when she does, her tongue swirls around the head of my cock wildly; I feel her hot breath from her nose bathe my cockshaft with each breath.



Once she feels she is ready, Mollie pulls me back down her throat, and I renew my animalistic grunts on each inward thrust with tightly closed eyes.



Countless times, we repeat this cycle. As I feel my orgasms approach, I make one last deep push into mollies throat as my cock explodes and I groan out its pleasurable arrival. Mollie pulls back to catch my hot squirting cream in her mouth as her tongue provides extra encouragement.



After I have finished Mollie pulls back and smiles as she says, “now that is how a woman should thank her man properly for taking care of supper with out any help from her.” Then she reaches to kiss my cock head with a giggle.



I just stumble back onto the couch and collapse onto it with a heavy thud sound. “You have to teach Lori how to do that,” I say in a panting breathless voice.



As I reach for my soda, to get moisture into my throat, mom grabs my hands and says, “YES, WE could… I could some how teach her…, Um, Things.



Let me work it out Ben. If that is what you want, I will figure it out.” As she spoke, she used my hands to pull herself up to her feet. Slowly she walks to the kitchen and I can see that she is deep in thought as I stand and pull my pants back up after killing my soda.



Moments later, Mollie walks from the dining room door with her left hand holding her right wrist as she chews on her right thumbnail. Her eyes never leave the floor as she disappears through the kitchen.



I walk to the kitchen and grab a beer from the fridge. I lean against the counter and pull the tab back. On the next lap, Mollie walks by and takes the can from me with out moving her eyes before I can take a drink.



As I open a second can and take a drink, I hear, “Hey Ben, didn’t you say Lori’s mom was real strict with her and sex?”



“Yeah, she won’t let me do more than rub her tits through a sweater. Her mom has her convinced that any messing around will only end up with her getting pregnant. Her mom even makes her get examinations by one of them doctors that take care of women stuff every three months,” I tell my mom.



Mom walks back in the kitchen and asks the most embarrassing question I could never imagine, “What was the exam for exactly?”



In sock, I answer, “REALLY, mom.”



“Yes, Benjamin, I really want you to confirm what you are referring to so I can have a true fact I can back up later. And I will get it from Lori too.” Mom says in that, ‘I am your mother and I mean it voice’.



I have no choice, even though she knows what I was referring too, she wants me to say the words… just fucking great.



With a somber tone and closed eyes I say, “Her mom has her hymen checked to make sure she is still a virgin.” I pause.



If I am in for a penny, I might as well be in for a pound, “Her mom has her give a copy of the results to a woman in the office at her church. Her mom says it gets her special favor from god because she has proof she is pure. She says that she thanks god for not having her give that piece of paper over to a man because she would die right on the spot.”



Mom walks over and leans against the counter, on the other end of the small table island. After drinking from her can, she says, “I know her parents. Her mom is quite the talker but her dad seams ok. They come into Jack’s place for breakfast after sleeping it off in the parking lot all night. Most people do anyway; we sell many more eggs on Saturdays.



He comes in all hung over looking for coffee and she is usually talking about how they are going to hell for last night’s shenanigans. He just groans his agreements and sips his black coffee. She is hell with a hangover, I cannot even imagine her drunk; poor girl.”



After another drink she asks, “How old is she again?”



“Six months, to the day, younger than me, so she is nineteen now too,” I answer.



“Okay, good,” Mollie says as she judges what remains in her can before draining it dry. As she points to the fridge for another beer, she begins again to speak.



“Okay, here is the story Benjamin, so please, listen carefully. My mother-in-law showed your dad and me how to make love with out penetration. I was an eager virgin on our wedding night though, No fear, no regrets, just a husband, his new bride, and a tender moment. When we entered our sacred blood oath it was forever; at least until we bought that damn lottery ticket. I hope his new trophy wife has aids.”



I hand mom a new can and say, “so you want to offer to do the same for Lori and I, is that it?”



“Okay, you’re on the same page with me Ben, I am imprested,” mom says with a smile before opening and drinking from the fresh can.



“We can have her over for a cookout Friday night like usual and you can bring it up then mom.” It seams like a simple plan and mom soon agrees. We also agree that nothing can be talked about as far as what mom and I have done up to the picnic. Nevertheless, we will work it into moms teaching Lori and I about sex with out babies before marriage.



The next Friday, Lori is over as usual, after she has helped me take care of feeding and the general maintenance of the chickens we join mom at the grill for our cookout. As soon as the grill was lit mom asked us if we tried to have sex yet and we both just blushed and looked at each other. Lori told her, “I am going to wait until we are married so my mom won’t die of a heart attack when I get pregnant.”

“Yeah, Lori’s mom has her convinced that if she lets me ‘sex her up’ like that she is going to get pregnant for sure. I keep telling her I will pull out before that happens but she won’t hear it; she’s just not willing to take the risk.” I jump in with my new confidence with sex talk with my mom. Lori yelled my name and punched me in the arm afterwards, probably because I talked about it like that in front of my mom.



Mom laughs as she sits across from us at the table and says, “When bens dad and I was your age, his mom taught us about other ways we could do things without me loosing my virginity” and while looking at Lori she picks a corn chip out of the bowl on the table.



“Grandma showed you guys how to have sex?” I say, acting surprised by the revelation.



“Oh yes Ben, granny Colton showed us a few different ways to enjoy our bodies before we where married. Things we did right up until we… well, you people know why Ben’s dads not here. Any way, you two have options that could keep you busy right up to your wedding night and long after” she says while waving that corn chip at us like some kind of edible pointer.



Now I know what kind of things she’s talking about because mom and I have already done all of it. Lori on the other hand gets angry if I try to tell her about it so it is kind of a shock to me when she asks mom, “what kind of things Mrs. Colton?”



“Well Lori, if your not embarrassed to hear about it in front of Ben here, I can list them for you” mom says.



Lori never breaks eye contact with me as she says, “I don’t think it would hurt to at least hear what you have to say Mrs. Colton.”



“How about you Ben, are you okay with this?” She asks finally eating the corn chip and getting up to check on the charcoal to see if its burning okay.



Studying Lori’s face for any sign of rejection, not seeing any behind her smile, I answer, “No mom, I think we’re doing okay so far; go ahead.”



“Okay then, here it goes. The two areas I am referring to are masturbation and…



As soon as mom said masturbation, Lori cut her off and says, “The bible is very clear on masturbation Mrs. Colton and I don’t think I want to go there.”



Never missing a beat mom says, “I know what the bible says Lori but it only talks about male masturbation and him not wasting his seed; not masturbating each other. The men who wrote that did not know that women have the seed and they only had a fertilizer to activate its growth.



They could not except that a woman has the power of creating life because they are the ones who inject their sperm inside a woman’s womb. They do the exchange so they took all the credit. Besides Lori, It’s not much different than touching each other through your clothes and I can tell you it feels great if you go just a little deeper.”



“I don’t know Mrs. Colton but…”



Its moms turn to cut Lori off with, “I think it’s time to drop the Mrs. Colton thing so why don’t you just call me Mollie or even mom if you would please Lori,” and picks out another corn chip. I guess she needs something to wave in the air as she plays teacher.



“Okay Mollie. In Sunday school they said, ‘any masturbation is wrong and you’ll burn in the fires of hell if you do it’! How can it be okay if someone else is doing it to you?” Lori says with a look of concern on her face.



Mom eats the chip and gets up to check on the charcoals before going on to say, “Lori, when you get older I hope you realize that the bible was written by men who wanted to control everyone around them. There is a great deal of things today that they had no idea of back then and that is why it’s missing stuff like this.



Now I love god just as much as anyone else and I can tell you that he trusts us enough to figure these things out on our own.” Mom pauses to get the foil wrapped potatoes off the tray and places them on the grill.



I look at Lori and I can see she is really thinking hard about what mom is saying. Lori reaches out to get herself a corn chip and simply asks “What kind of things Mollie?”



Mom joins us back at the table and answers with, “For starters Lori, If you read between the lines you and I are no more than an afterthought in his perfect creation and that should show you how wrong the men who wrote the bible where.”



Mom pauses as she stands up, we sit in silence and watch as she picks up the plate of steaks, turns to place each one on the grill before continuing. “Why did god create all the animals on this earth as male and female only to turn around and make a single man, and then afterwards, discover that he needed a suitable helper of the opposite sex?”



As mom takes a drink of sweet tea Lori just shrugs her shoulders and says “I don’t know.”



Mom sets her glass down and says, “Another hidden mystery is, if Adam and Eve where the only two people on earth, then incest must have been acceptable at some point before men started controlling everyone they could and made it wrong in order to end the birth defects associated with its offspring. Now should we keep talking about god or should we get to the suitable helper part I was intending to teach you two about?” Mom asks as she tops up her nearly empty glass.



“Everything you’re saying sounds about right Mrs. Colt… uh, Mollie, so please go on with what you started talking about.”



“Okay then, let us restart with what Ben could do for you and what he needs to be careful of when he’s doing it. Do you both know what a clitoris is?” Mom asks. With red faces, we both nod a yes in continued silence.



“Okay then, rubbing that is one of the ways a women’s body is stimulated into orgasm” mom says.



“Mollie,” Lori says in a questioning tone.



“Yes Lori, what is it?” mom asks.



“What’s an orgasm?” Lori asks with a look of deep thought.



“It’s hard to put into words Lori but, it’s the peak of our sexual arousal and only reached through sexual stimulation.”



“Oh,” Lori says and I can just tell that she still has no idea what one is.



“Don’t worry Lori, once you have one you’ll understand and want it to happen again and again and again!” Mom tells her with the excitement growing in her voice along the way.



After a sip of tea and refilling both of our glasses, she continues with, “when a male has one, that’s when he ejaculates his seamen to fertilize our egg and bring a new baby into our lives. However, that only happens if he has his penis inside the woman’s vagina. There won’t be any babies if he shoots it out on your skin or in your mouth.”



Lori reacts quickly to the last part and squeals, “in my mouth, yuk!”



“Yes Lori, in your mouth. It is actually quite nice to feel it squirt in your mouth. It is a little salty but not that bad. Maybe later after we eat these stake’s here, Ben could supply you with some so you can see for yourself how good it is,” Mom says.



As she does, Lori and I just look at each other in the eyes while blushing. I turn and take another long swill from my glass until its empty and look at the empty pitcher setting on the table. “Mom, is there any more sweet tea in the house?” I ask getting up from my chair.



“Yes Ben, it’s in a smaller container on the left side of the top shelf in the refrigerator. Just pour it in the pitcher and add another two containers of cold water from the big water pitcher and refill it.” She says as she returns to the table.



When I return from the house with a fresh pitcher of sweet tea, I stop on the porch and watch as mom and Lori sit laughing and carrying on, having a good time like usual. When I get back to the table, I refill everyone’s glass before taking my seat while asking, “What are you girls laughing about? It sure looked like I was missing something good.”



Mom says with a grin from ear to ear “Don’t worry Ben, your not going to miss anything good with us women around!” Then they both start laughing all over again.



When I sit back down in my seat Lori says, “I asked your mom if you were going to get lost in the kitchen, she says you’re good at following directions and that is a wonderful trait to find in a man and should be very rewarding for me in the future.”



“Okay, what ever” is my reply passing it off as simple humor. Little did I know; mom had told Lori of her intentions and Lori was actually looking forward to the evenings activities.



Mom tends to the grill and I stand and adjust the umbrella to shade the table from the hot sunlight. Before I sit back down, I steel a kiss from Lori, catching her off guard. She looked rather distracted when I did it and she later told me she was wondering what it would be like to have me shoot semen in her mouth.



After we have eaten dinner and cleaned up, we make our way into the house. Mom never said another word and the whole subject seamed long forgotten. We settled in the living room watching a show on TV.



By seven, the credits started rolling and we still have four hours before Lori needs to be at home. It is thirty minutes to Lori’s house so we still have three and a half hours when mom asks, “So are you two love birds ready to continue our talk now or would you like to continue it later?”



With surprising eagerness, Lori says, “please continue Mollie, it sounded quite interesting earlier and I would love to hear more about the stuff you were telling us about earlier!”



Mom smiles and says, “Okay Lori, what would you like me to start with?”



Lori’s face reddens as she grabs my knee and asks, “I don’t know, maybe what Ben here would like to learn more about?”



With some embarrassment, I just shrug my shoulders and mom takes it as a queue to list the options. “Masturbation or oral sex Ben; Pick one.”



“I guess you could start with masturbation mom” is my nervous reply. It is what started this stuff and got us to this point after all.



“Okay Ben, masturbation it is then” and she gets out of her chair and takes her drink with her as she walks to her bedroom door. She opens the door and steps inside as she calls us to join her, “Lori, Ben, could you come in here please?”



We look at each other wondering what mom is up to as we get up and make our way into the room. As we enter, I see mom reaching for something in her closet.



“Can you reach this box Ben?” She says as she points to it and moves, I pull it down from the shelf and mom points to the foot of her bed, and I set in down next to Lori.



“What is in here Mollie,” Lori asks as mom lifts the top off the old box.



“These are some old carvings my father made when I was a little girl so my mom could talk to me one day about the changes my body was going to go through. I thought they might work for learning tools to get us moving on this subject.” As mom speaks, she walks back to the door, closes it and I hear it lock.



She walks back to the bed and says, “What happens in this room stays here you two.” She pulls out two bundles of cloth and set each one next to the box.



When the box is empty, she replaces the lid, picks up the largest bundle, and starts to unwrap what ever is hiding inside. As it comes into the open air, all I see is what looks like a piece of firewood. As mom studies the hidden side, she looks like she is deep in thought but soon smiles as she turns the thing around.



“Now don’t laugh but this is supposed to be a carving of a woman’s vagina. It’s not that good but it will do for this,” she says as she sets it on the box. It sure does not look like the ones I have seen on the internet but I will keep that to myself.



“Now Ben,” mom starts as she points to what could only be a clitoris. “This is where a clitoris sets on a woman and what you’ll be centering your attention on when you stimulate Lori to orgasm with your fingers or even your tongue.”



She moves her pointing finger a little lower and says “and right about here is where some day you’ll be putting your penis in. Now I cannot show you on this but, just between these folds of skin, we will call lips, is where Lori’s vaginal opening is, so you will have to be careful not to go in, because there is a thin wall of skin called a hymen in there. If you break it you’ll miss the magic of taking Lori’s virginity; do you understand?”



Moms question goes by with me just nodding my head yes. All I can think about is moms pussy and how good it feels and how much I hope to feel Lori’s wrapped around my cock. Watching mom squirm as she smiles at me, I turn trying to look bashful as I adjust my cock for comfort as Lori jumps in and says, “My mom says it’s going to hurt like hell so please is careful when that time comes Ben.”



“From my own experience I can tell you that it will burn like a cut for a moment or two but you’ll get passed it with no problem Lori. It sounds to me as if your mom is trying to scare you into staying a virgin all your life.” mom tells her the last part with a giggle in her voice.



I speak up and say, “The guys at school said it makes a loud pop when it breaks. Is that true mom?”



Mom giggles and says, “That is why I want to teach you kids about this Ben. Your friends out on that playground were fools who like to make things up like that to scare you. I can remember when your dad broke mine.



I felt some pressure, and when it suddenly tore, it felt just like I said Lori. There was a burning, like a paper cut, but by the time I got used to him being inside me, and he started pumping in and out of me all the pain was gone and replaced with pleasure. Now enough of this let me show you this next one Lori.”



Mom moves the carving to the bed, lifts the other bundle, and slowly removes the wrapping. It did not take long to recognize it as a penis like mine only a much larger size. As soon as it is unwrapped mom hands it to Lori asking, “Any idea what that is Lori?”



Lori starts listing names she has heard “penis, peter, pecker, cock, dick and fuck stick are some names the girls at school used Mollie. Are they really this big when they get hard?”



Mom thinks for a moment and turns to move up the side of her bed. She opens a drawer and digs for something in there.



She quickly spins around, says, “Meet my new boyfriend kids,” and holds up a long plastic tube thing that tapers to a soft offset point before adding, “His name is Bob.”



Lori looks at it with a questioning face and with a matching voice says “Bob, You named it Bob?”



“It’s kind of a joke Lori. It stands for battery operated boyfriend or b o b, Bob,” mom says with a big smile.



With wonder in her eyes, Lori says, “That thing takes batteries?”



Mom grabs the bottom with her free hand and gives the thing a twist and it starts to make a vibrating noise; “Yes Lori, it’s called a vibrator and it’s supposed to relax sore muscles but I don’t think anyone has ever used them for that,” and turns it back off and hands it to her.



Lori takes it and feels it for weight, as she looks it over. “So Mollie, I am trying to figure out how you would use this thing.”



“Well Lori, I got it to take Ben’s dad’s place, so I could relieve some of my own sexual tensions when I need too” mom tells her. The line makes me wonder about her story to get me to let her watch me jack off was just a ruse to get me to fuck her.



She has been a little too eager to get at my cock recently. However, I am in no hurry to end this now as she gets Lori into our playing around.



After silent thought, Lori asks, “So you’re saying you use this to masturbate your self now that you’re…”



Mom cuts her right off with “Yes Lori, once you get used to having a man’s loving on a regular basis you tend to want it bad enough to get one of these when he’s not around anymore, but it is just not the same as a real penis connected to a mans body.”



As I stand there listening, I come to the realization of why mom wanted to have sex with me so bad. Lori goes on with her questioning. “Are they all this size?”



“No Lori, they have different sizes so there are comfort options” mom tells her.



“Not these Mollie, is bens cock this size or what?”



Lori’s question catches me by surprise and I say, “Why do you have to bring me into this?”



Lori’s reply is “why not Ben, this is about both of us anyway!”



Mom goes back to her drawer and when she stands and turns, she hides something behind her back and says, “Well Lori, its been a while since I have seen his parts down there so I am not sure but the one your holding is extra long so you can hold on to it while you use it.”



Lori looks relived and says, “Oh, okay, I was a bit worried about how all that thing would fit up inside a vagina.”



Mom smiles and says, “Don’t be too worried Lori, you can easily fit what ever he’s hiding behind that lump in his pants,” as she takes her free hand and points her thumb at me.



In my embarrassment, I turn around and face the wall as they both giggle before mom continues, “I didn’t like that first one so I ordered this one on line.” She brings out her hidden hand and a more life like cock with balls stands out in her hand.



Lori’s eyes light up when she sees it and exclaims “Oh my god! Is that what they look like Mollie?”



“Yes Lori, this one is made from a softer rubbery stuff and the mold for it was supposedly made by some porn star who stuck his penis into casting material that hardened around it” mom tells her.



With a surprised tone, Lori says, “How did he get it out of there if it hardened around it?”



“They are only hard for a while and I am sure his shrank back to normal size after time passed” mom says before continuing. “All I know is he had the smallest one on the list Lori because only freaks of nature get filmed in them damn porno movies” she says holding it out for Lori to take.



Lori reaches out and hesitates before taking it. She looks it over and uses her free hand to feel the balls before checking out the ridge near the other end. While she studies it over mom walks to the door and closes it.



When she returns to the place she was, she asks, “Well Lori, what do you think of it?”



Lori finally smiles at it and says “I like it Mollie, is this what Ben’s will feel like?”



“I don’t know Lori, why don’t you do a comparison and tell me.” Mom’s words are a total shock to me but even more shocking is Lori’s reply.



“Drop your pants Ben and let me see your cock. By the size of that lump in the front of them I bet it won’t take long to find out!”



Mom chimes in with “yeah Ben, I think Lori wants to taste your cum if I am remembering correctly so drop them jeans mister.”



I stand there, trying to look as if I were a deer caught in the headlights as I slowly reach for my belt buckle. Things are going good and I do not want to look to eager. Therefore, I fumble and make it look good.



Seeing that I might actually go through with it mom starts clearing off the bed. As my pants drop around my ankles, everything seams surreal now. I am about to show Lori my cock for the first time and, in front of my mother no less. Slowly I pull my feet out of my shoes and step clear of them and my jeans.



Lori is watching my every move as I reach for the band on my boxers. As my hands slowly go down, her eyes search for signs of what is hiding. When my cock springs free, I hear both mom and Lori react with cheerful surprise.



“Well that’s gotten bigger since I last seen it; what do you think of it Lori?” Mom’s words are lost to Lori as she smiles making eye contact with me.



“come over here and lay on the bed Ben” mom calls out to me and I move around the far side and sink to the bed before laying back on the stack of soft pillows waiting for me. Lori sits next to me; her hand slowly reaches to touch my cock, but her hand stops short and rests on my leg.



“Okay Lori, don’t be scared, just wrap your fingers around it, and see what it feels like” mom encourages her. Lori moves her hand to gently brush against it before she does. Lori’s hand wraps around my cock and I let out a sharp, “Oh.”



She gets a good feel of it and says, “It is hard but its warm and soft… mom, why do they say it’s hard as a rock when that’s not how it feels at all?”

Lori’s question causes mom to giggle a bit as she says “that’s just another one of them things boys say out on the playground to make it sound like more than it really is baby. Just keep exploring it and get comfortable with how it feels and I bet Ben would like to feel you softly touching his balls too.”



As Lori’s fingers move to my balls continuing her investigation, a drop of clear fluid comes out of the tip and Lori asks, “Did I just make him cum mom?”



“Oh no Lori, that is what’s called precum. It cleans the passageway for the sperm and provides lubrication. Use your finger to collect it,” mom tells her before adding, “When Ben shoots his load, you’ll know it, because it will be flying everywhere,” with a laugh growing in her voice. When our eyes meet, mom winks at me.



Lori slides her hand down my leg and back up to my balls and gently holds my balls for the first time. It feels wonderful as she looks up at me and asks. “How’s this feel lover boy” and giggles as she drops her head and licks across the head of my cock, scooping up the precum drooling out of the slit in the end.



Mom fell back against the dresser with the mirror on it and made everything rattle when the shock hit her and as soon as Lori and I looked over at her, it looked like she had wet herself as we watched the small wet spot grow. As soon as we see her sinking down Lori and I jump to try to catch her.



Mom holds out a hand panting a shaken “no, I am okay, just let me recover here” and places the free hand on her crotch where the wetness starts. She pulls it back and looks at it and says, “Damn, that must have been the biggest one yet” as a grin grows on her face.



Lori and I each look at one another, and Lori says, “WHAT HAPPENED MOM?”, and we look back to her.



Mom turns and heads to the bathroom saying, “give me a minute and I’ll be right with you” before the door shuts.



I reach out, pull Lori’s chin towards me, and give her a kiss. She kisses back with her tongue splitting my lips. As our kissing reaches a new level, I feel Lori’s hand searching between my legs before gripping my cockshaft.



The door opens and Lori jerks her hand back and pulls away. Lori slumps down as if sensing trouble and mom smiles and moves in to give her a hug before saying, “Oh, My, God, Lori, I was not ready to see you do that. When your tongue touched Ben’s cock, I had a huge orgasm! I never even expected to be having one, but I did! I am sorry if I scared you two but it was a great surprise for me too.”



The three of us laugh away the oddness of the moment before Lori says, “Okay you guys, now where were we?”



“well, it looked to me like you were getting comfortable touching bens wily when I came out just now so why not pick up there,” mom says regaining control over what’s happening. Mom stands and begins restacking the pillows leaning me back into them. “Comfy Ben” mom asks running her hand across my hair setting it in place, probably with a smile.



Mom moves to the chair by her desk and rolls it closer to the bed before checking her robe and sitting in it. Seeing mom ready, Lori wraps her hand around my cock and moves it slowly up and down pulling the skin with it.



Soon more precum oozes out the slit and mom tells her “use that stuff as a lube Lori and you can slide up and down it with out dragging as much skin.” Lori slides a thumb up and smears the stuff around the head causing me to let out a moan. “See Lori, Ben likes it slippery. They all do, or at least his dad did anyway.”



“Is Ben’s as big as his dad’s was mom?”



“Ben’s looks a little longer and it’s hard to tell about the width with out holding it.”



Lori points it her way and says “Here mom, check it out.”



Mom’s eyes grow wide “I can’t touch that one Lori. It’s against the law” she says mater of factly.



“But mom,” Lori starts, “I thought you said that what happens in this room stays in this room; if it helps just don’t do it sexually or don’t enjoy it.”



Looking at Lori in a state of disbelief, I can feel my moms stare and turn to look her in the eyes. “Well Ben, what do you think, Could you handle your mom touching your penis now that you’ve grown up,” mom asks, knowing fully well, that it would not be the first time she touched it.



Laying here with Lori’s hand playing with my cock feels so good. The thought of mom helping her would be the greatest thing that could ever top it.



In my amazement, at how well mom’s plan is working out, I say, “Sure mom, you can do what ever you need too in order to teach us this stuff, So it would probably make it easier for us all if you go ahead, it will be Okay.



With out a word Lori pulls her hand back as moms reaches for my cock shaft. As her cool hand wraps around my cock again, it causes me to suck in a sharp, deep breath and I close my eyes for just a moment.



“I could touch my fingers around Ben’s father’s penis. This one is definitely a little bigger you lucky girl” mom says before moving her hand away. I feel her touch and look to watch her finger circling the ridge around the head, as she continues, “this is one of the places you’ll want to pay attention to Lori. That’s where a lot of the nerves are that make Ben feel good,” and looks at me smiling and winks again. I just nod my head in agreement while watching the feeling from her finger circle my cock head.



As more precum oozes out, she spreads it around, coating the head and her finger. She pulls her finger away and up to her mouth; sucking it clean as her eyes close.



Lori looks as the finger she watches intently, disappears into moms sucking lips and asks, “How’s it taste Mollie” with a big smile on her pretty face.



Mom pulls her finger out while leaving here eyes closed, and says, “Don’t you remember Lori or did you forget?”



“I don’t remember mom, I got distracted,” Lori says regaining her hold on my cock.



Mom looks at my cock as a large dollop of precum leaks out and says “there, Ben just gave you a fresh sample why don’t you try it again and I promise not to be a distraction this time” with a giggle.



Lori giggles with her and says, “Okay,” as she drops her head and kicks the precum off the head causing me to moan with delight. After she licks me a few times, she turns her head towards mom and says “yummy, kind of salty but not that bad.” Lori turns to ma and says, “Let me know if I am doing this right, and turns to kiss my cock. As her lips slide over the head of my cock, I let out a deep moan.



Mom quickly leans forward and whispers in Lori’s ear making her nod a yes in reply before saying aloud “okay, you’ll have to get it covered in spit to get it really wet so it will slide through your lips baby girl.”



Lori lifts her head up and I watch as she lets the spit drop from her mouth.



“Use your hand to spread it around as you try to get more spit ready” mom says.



As mom gives direction Lori is soon doing a wonderful job giving me her first blowjob. She sucks and licks as she bobs her head up and down making me squirm as my body tingles wildly. Mom watches me writhe with pleasure and as I feel my balls getting ready to explode, I look at mom and send a telepathic message that I am getting really close to cumming.



With a knowing nod, mom places her hand on Lori’s shoulder and says, “Okay baby girl, it looks like Ben’s about ready to shoot. Do you want him to do it in your mouth or….”



“Yes, I want to know what it’s like so go ahead Ben, let me taste it baby” Lori says before dropping her mouth back to my cock.



As she smiles mom says, “It’s going to be a lot of juice and it’s going to shoot out really hard so be ready baby.” Mom looks at me and our eyes make contact as she says, “Let her know when you’re going to cum baby. Come on baby boy, cum for us baby, just let it go and enjoy it baby.”



Mom’s encouragements are perfect as I push my head back and say, “I’m cumming Lori,” and feel my cock explode in Lori’s sucking mouth with a deep grunt. Lori stops and pulls back so just the very tip of my cock is in her mouth and I feel her swallow as my cock keeps pulsing with each shot of cum it shoots.



Mom smiles and says, “That’s it baby girl, your doing good, He’ll be done in a moment and you can relax,” as mom rubs Lori’s back. After I have spent my load, I can tell Lori is having fun with my extra sensitive cock because she giggles every time I jump because she rubs me with her tongue.



Mom see’s my reactions, “okay baby girl, and now let the man relax a moment. Torture is for another lesson.”



Lori pulls her mouth off my softening cock and looks at it while twisting her head like a confused puppy saying, “Aw, did I kill it. This was just getting to be fun!”



Mom giggles with her and says, “No Lori, you didn’t kill it; it’s just napping because you sucked all the life out of it” with excitement in her voice. “Anybody ready for a drink yet” mom asks.



Lori giggles out “no thanks I just had one” and lay’s next to me on the bed with a very happy look on her face.



“Okay” mom says, “I’ll be right back” and quickly leaves the bedroom forgetting the door was locked.



As soon as mom is out of range, Lori says, “I think your mom would like a chance at your cock Ben. Did you notice she had her hand inside her robe while I was doing that?”



“Yeah, I saw her arm jumping around every time I could open my eyes. That was amazing babe. Did you like it,” I ask trying to change the subject.



“oh yeah Ben, I loved it, I felt so powerful making you feel good and them girls at school are liars. Your sperm tasted kind of salty yet sweet at the same time and now I want more”



“I love you baby, I can’t wait to taste what you have for me” I say as mom walks back in the room. She sets a tray on the dresser and turns, closing and relocking the door behind her. We watch as mom pulls a cork from the wine bottle and fills three glasses.



As she passes them out, I look at the clock and see we have been at this for an hour and a half so we still have two hours left before we need to leave.



Once we each have a glass of wine, mom raises her glass, “here is to my son and future daughter-in-law, may they always enjoy their blissfulness,” and we click glasses and drink the wine.



Mom smiles and places her hand on Lori’s shoulder and says, “Lori, I must tell you that you have surpassed all my hopes tonight. Most girls do not do such a great job giving their first blowjob and I think its time you get the reward you have earned! Now shimmy off them jeans and lie up here on the bed and I’ll have Ben making you feel good in no time!”



“Oh no Mrs. Colton, I can’t, if I let Ben touch me right now I might have to jump on that beautiful cock of his and get my self pregnant. However, if it is okay with Ben, maybe you could take my place in bens lesson.



Mom empties her glass and places it on the tray. While she pours it full she asks, “Well, as long as you’re okay with it Lori what does Ben think about learning to please a woman using his mom as practice?”



I down my glass looking into Lori’s eyes and she is smiling at me. She uses her head as a pointer while saying, “Go on Ben, and learn how you’re supposed to make a woman feel good. I want to watch you learn what you’ll be doing to me some day,” and she grabs my shoulder and pushes me towards my mom.



I look at Lori trying to look shocked as I remember the last time I had my face between mom’s legs. I feel my semi hard cock get harder as she smiles at its answer. Still looking at Lori, and seeing her reaction I say reaching out and taking mom’s hand, “What do I have to do mom? Teach me how to make this girl feel as special as she can.”



With out a word mom unties the belt on her robe. As it spreads across her shoulders, I watch as her naked body is reveled to my eyes again. Seeing us both stare at her, she spins around to show us every inch before lying down on the bed next to Lori who is now in the middle.



“Let me have a few pillows Ben” mom asks. I lean forward and Lori twists to get them for her as I stare at moms big tits before I give her a wink. Mom takes the first pillow and lifts her ass off the bed to place it under her; the second she places behind her head.



“Okay Ben, can you get between my legs so I can show you around and what to do,” mom asks.



“Go on Ben,” Lori says shaking my leg as she continues, “maybe if you do a good job mommy will let you play with her big hooters too,” and giggles.



As my mom joins her in giggling she says, “You never know what might take place next Lori. It has been four years since I let a man pay as much attention to me as bob over there, that plastic toy is just not the same as a real man like Ben here.



But please, just promise me that you won’t say anything, to anybody, because we could get into a lot of big trouble doing what we are about to do here.”



I like the sound of mom calling me a man tonight as I crawl up the bed and stop my face over her pulled up knees, staring at her wet pussy. Her dark curls of hair are short and nicely trimmed; the reddish pink folds of skin are shiny wet with a purplish red nub poking through near the top.



I take a deep sniff of her womanly sent as Lori speaks. “Don’t you worry Mollie, I won’t dare tell a single soul because if my mom ever found out something like this ever happened, I would be sent off to a monastery to become a nun for the rest of my life!”



I move in closer as mom reaches down and spreads her pussy open with one hand and points with the other to start her teaching game. “This is my clitoris or clit for short, it’s kind of like your cock, as far as stimulation goes; this is the one thing you will need to pay attention to most. Down here is the place where your cock goes in and you are more than welcome to put it in there if Lori does not mind.”



“I don’t mind sharing him with you mom. I think I am going to need some help trying to keep him out of mine for a while yet” Lori tells her.



With my face so close to mom’s crotch, the smell of it makes my hard-on twitch because of it. Already having a good idea of what to do I reach out my tongue and lap at mom’s clit.



“Ooooh yeah, right there Ben” and I take another swipe across it, “suck on it as you lick it Ben and keep going until I pass out” mom says with urgency in her voice.



As I lay down flat with my legs bent up in the air, I get a good suction on her clit and start lashing my tongue up and down across it. This causes mom to move her hips around a lot making it hard to stay in place. I make quick work to wrap my arms under and around her legs and hold her as still as I can.



Looking up from her pussy mom has pulled her hands back and is now pinching her own nipples; I stick out my tongue and give her a long lick from bottom to top before locking on to her clit and lashing it again. As I get back to work, mom writhes and screams but I manage to keep my face planted.



I lick up and down until my tongue tires and then I start going side to side for the change. Mom screams “yes Ben, change directions, stick you tongue in my pussy hole Ben, fuck me with your tongue. And if you need a rest you could always fuck me with that big beautiful cock of yours.” The invite is perfect as my cock hurts from me grinding it into the bed. However, what really gets my attention is mom saying, “Yes Lori, suck mommas titties baby girl.”



I open my eyes and look up to see Lori sucking on mom’s big nipple. I crawl up to kiss her and catching her by surprise. As we kiss, our tongues play with mom’s nipple together. I suddenly feel a hand on my cock; I look down as mom starts rubbing it against her pussy lips as her hips reach up to get me in her.



As I begin to slowly push inside mom says, “Yes Ben, push it in me and fuck me with it. Mommy needs a good fuck so please fuck me good!” As I reach the deepest I can go, mom wraps her legs around my ass and holds me inside her.



I pull back and mom drags me back inside her again. Soon I am pounding in with out her pulling me. The warm, wet embrace of her tight pussy is amazing to feel as my cock slides in and out with wet sloping sounds. Lori has her eyes locked to mine, and smiles as I fuck my mom well.



Lori pulls her mouth from mom’s tit and says, “I think I love you even more, now that you’re a full fledged mother fucker Ben; and I love sucking your titties mommy!”



Mom screams out and I feel something spraying from her pussy as it clamps down on my cock. The hot liquid feels amazing as it drips from my balls and it sends me into orgasmic bliss as my cock throbs and shoots out my fourth load of the day; mom got me twice this morning.



Once we finish sharing our orgasms, I fall, rolling next to mom. As we catch our breath, I sense Lori moving around. Mom asks her “what are you doing Lori,” and I look to see Lori crawling up between moms legs.



“I just wanted to have another taste of bens yummy cream mom. Can I get some?”



“Sure Lori, use a finger to help you” mom says.



As I watch her, Lori sticks out her tongue and sticks it right in mom’s pussy and licks up a scoop of our love juices “Mmmm, that was good mommy, can I get some more” and dives back in before the answer is given,



“Sure Lori, help your self” mom starts sarcastically, “Yeah that feels really good baby girl. Lick mommy’s pussy out good and clean for me so I don’t have to wash it,” mom says grabbing my wrist as I rise up on my elbows to watch Lori playing. Lori has moms pussy spread wide open as her tongue reminds me of a kitten drinking milk from a dish.



Soon Lori has a writhing woman under her face, as mom lets out a jumbled series of “ooh’s and awes” mixed with a few “yes, right there’s” going as she discovers how much she eating mom’s pussy.



Mom watches Lori as best she can when the sensations let her eyes open enough to see her. I move down and lay my head on mom’s hip to watch Lori working and help hold one side down a bit.



Mom pushes me back with her hand and I figure I am just in the way so I roll to a standing position next to the bed. I walk around the bed, grab the wine bottle, and take a swig and as I do, I see mom’s rubber cock on the nightstand. I reach to pick it up as mom watches my every move. I look it over and hold it down next to Lori’s face.



As it touches her cheek, she turns to suck on it and quickly stops to look at me letting it drop from her mouth. “What’s that for babe?” Lori asks.



“I thought you might like to use it down there,” I answer. Lori smiles as she takes it from me. She stares at it intensely while she pushes it in slowly and mom’s pussy keeps taking more and more of it. Once she has it in balls deep her tongue dives back down to mom’s clit and I watch it disappears into Lori’s sucking lips.



Mom instantly goes into convulsions as her pussy starts shooting a stream of her orgasmic fluid at Lori’s chin. Lori pulls away in shock and the dildo creeps out of moms pussy with every bounce her ass does off the bed. Lori looks at me with her face full of wonder as I reach out and hold her in my arms.



“Mom’s just had a huge orgasm Lori. You must be good at licking her pussy,” I say.



Lori raises her head to look at me stopping to look at my cock for a moment on the way up and says, “I have a little confession to make Ben. That is not the first time I have done that. I have a few girlfriends who have tough moms like mine and we have done things like that with each other in the past. I hope your not mad Ben, but I couldn’t help my self.”



I hold Lori closer and tell her, “as long as we are confessing here Lori, I have one to make also.” Lori looks at me with raised eyebrows and a questioning look. I look at mom and she nods her head in approval because she knows what is coming next.



I look Lori in the eyes and start my confession, “Lori, mom and I set this night up to get you involved with our sex play. Mom and I have been having sex for about a week now and I wanted her to teach you how to do the things she does. I love you so much and we both know that we will marry one day. It is selfish I know, but I wanted you to be as good if not better than mom is. Can you forgive us?”

Anya cracked up in laughter soon too. The pair looked around them. Both Melli and Laurie were still lying face-up on examination tables, and both were in need of some cleaning.



“Let’s leave them there for the maids to find.” Anya said in her regular voice.



“Okay.” Mike said. “You wanna get dressed before supper?”



“What’s wrong with the way I’m dressed now?” she said. She was down to heels and an unbuttoned see-through blouse.



“I didn’t mean it that way, I was just asking.” he said as he held her chin for a kiss.



Anya kissed him back and dropped the wet panties to the floor as she put her arms around him. They shared a long kiss together while the consoles around them flashed, clicked and beeped to their constant computations.



Anya pulled her mouth back first and looked into his eyes. She had a smile on her face that made it look even lovelier. He followed her gaze as it drifted over to the other examination table and the naked and now faceless technician still layed upon it.





Anya walked over to the table, grabbing his hand as both his and her arms fell to their sides. She took him over there and gazed at the feminine machine on display.



“What makes all that circuitry so damn sexy to us Mike?” she said as she ran her fingertips along the contours of the unresponsive woman’s breasts.



Mike was pleasantly surprised at Anya’s introspection. He too looked down at the oval opening in the brunette woman’s head, and at the high-tech machinery inside that served to duplicate both senses and means of expression.



“Well,” he explained, “you and Tammy like it because I do.”



“But why?” she asked. “Why fembots?”



Mike looked at her. “Do we really need to know why?” he asked. “Isn’t it enough that we know these machines will turn us on?”



Anya looked back at the soulless droid on the table. “I don’t know. I’m just really curious.”



“Tell me about it.” Mike said.



“What’s that supposed to mean?” she lightheartedly demanded.



“You’re always the one with all the neat original ideas.” he said. “That’s a good thing, by the way.”



Anya smiled a proud smile. “I guess so. I’m glad Robot Control screwed up that aspect of my programming. I think it’s those bugs that made me like this.”



“Well, whatever it was, I’m glad it happened.” he said just before kissing her again.



While her mouth was busy giving him kisses, her speaker emitted her voice. “Are you thinking of my internal electronics right now?”



Mike made a little laugh. “Yeah.” he said as he got back to kissing.



They finished and held each other once more.



“I wanted to ask you something Mike.” she said. “While we were walking outside I detected signs of worry showing on your face… even as we made Tammy feel better.”



Mike glanced down for a moment as he recalled his line of thought at that time.



“I don’t understand…” Anya said, “what were you worried about?”



“The Main Computer.” he said, looking at her again. “For a logical machine I think it’s pretty unpredictable sometimes.”



She kept looking at him. He could see she wanted to hear more.



“It… Robot Control doesn’t yet appreciate exactly what’s happened to you and Tammy. I get the feeling it knows something is developing, but I don’t think it… believes that you two are really self aware beings.”



“Well, I sure tell that computer I’m sentient every day when I get scanned. Tammy does too.”



“Yeah… I don’t know. That’s why I’m worried… because I don’t know.”



“I calculate that you don’t want Tammy to know that.” she said.



He looked at her for a moment. “I think you’re right.”



“Tammy would understand.” Anya said.



“I know, but she’s got a lot to worry about on her own right now.”



Maria called out from across the room. “Anya and Mike, more data is required.”



They walked over to where Maria stood. “What do you need to know?” Mike asked.



Maria turned her head slowly and deliberately to look at him while she waited for instructions to arrive at the transponder in her head. “How is it that this incident was not a malfunction?” she said coldly. “Please explain.”



“You’re so cute when you’re all serious like that.” Anya said to her as she went right back to playing with the technician’s tits.



Mike wondered what to say to this machine. He was silent for a moment. “Tammy’s partial loss of control was something that… um… something that transcended that which can be described to a computer system.”



Maria stared back with her lifeless and empty glass eyes. Mike knew exactly what she would say once the supercomputer had made it through its analysis of his syntax.



“That does not compute.” she said.



Anya grabbed Maria’s chin and turned her head to face her. She started kissing the technician’s lips – initiating the non-standard kissing software within that unit’s bare chest.



Mike raised an eyebrow at Anya as she closed her eyes with enjoyment. He thought of another way to make his point.



“Robot Control can’t fully understand humanity… right?” he said.



Maria listened and relayed. The Main Computer computed and returned instructions to it’s half Oriental, half Caucasian I/O unit. Maria stopped kissing Anya and turned her plastic and metal head. “That is correct.” she said.



Anya faced the fembot her way again and continued kissing.



“Tammy’s partial loss of full system control can’t be understood as anything other than a malfunction by Robot Control, right?”



That took a little longer to compute, but in time the same sequence of events caused Maria to face the human and say “That is correct.”



As Mike watched Anya resume the interrupted kiss once more, he thought of how to word his next statement in a way the supercomputer would be able to calculate properly. “Under the condition that I’m right, and that Anya’s right… and that Tammy did not malfunction… then what happened to Tammy was something completely human in nature.”



Mike watched Anya start kissing the mindless black-haired tool again while he waited for a response. He waited a long while. Anya and Maria kept kissing, robot mouth to robot mouth.



Mike sat down again on the examination table nearby. He waited a reasonable amount of time for Maria to respond, but she did not.



“Maria,” he asked, “is the Main Computer still processing my argument?”



After a few seconds, the technician once again turned to face him and said “Yes.”



“Anya,” Mike said, “I’m gonna go see how Tammy’s doing. You wanna come with me?”



Anya didn’t stop kissing, but simply used her speaker to answer while her lips were busy. “I’m not done down here until I make this sexy robot squirt cream from her plastic pussy.”



Mike snickered. “Okay then. We’ll call you when supper’s ready. Let us know if Maria tells you anything.”



Anya didn’t say anything further. She just reached down to start gently masturbating the emotionless technician while Mike took a last look and headed for the door.



When he got to the kitchen, he saw Tammy preparing the feast; busily walking around working on a few things at once. “Hi babe.” he said.



She glanced quickly over at him. “Hi.” she said cheerfully.



To him, she looked relaxed and happy again. She had put her hair up in a ponytail once more. “You need a hand?” he asked.



“I have spares in the basement, thank you.” she said in jest.



Mike smiled again. “You’re turning me on again.” he said.



“I know,” she said, “I can see that from thermal scans. You smell like sex too.”



“Yeah, I just had an interface session with Laurie.” he said.



“Mmmmmm…” Tammy moaned. “Now you’re getting me horny.”



“Got time for a quickie?” he said.



“No, I’m too busy right now.” she said. “I don’t want anything to burn.”



“Okay. How much longer?” he asked.



“About half an hour.” she said as she turned to go get some spices out of the cupboard.



“Alright, I’ll be ready.” he said. “I’m gonna go get cleaned and changed. I’ll phone down to the lab and tell Anya to get her plastic butt in gear.”



“You do that.” Tammy said cheerfully as she showed off her excellent multitasking capabilities.



Mike lingered for a second to watch his favourite bend over to get another pot. Then with plastic butts on his mind he decided to kill some time with Diana.



He walked out of the kitchen and down the hallway to the ‘office’. His cock was getting hard again just from the thought of that secretary’s wide hips and plump buns.

As soon as Mindy arrived home she made a Bee line for her husband. Before he had a chance to even say hello she was on her knees, fishing his cock out of his shorts and sucking on it greedily.



“Um… how was your day?” Asked Jeff, puzzled by but not objecting to his wife’s unexpected affection.



“Mmm mm Mmm M MM m” slurped Mindy, not easing up on Jeff’s cock for a second.



Jeff was bewilderment increased at an exponential rate to the rate of how much he objected decreased. “Okay dear, well when you are finished down there, we can talk about your day, okay hun?”



“Mmm mm.” Mumbled Mindy in a way that Jeff assumed to be agreement.



********



Ten minutes later, Jeff was zipped back up and sat in his chair whilst his wife, her belly full of cum remained knelt on the floor looking up at him.



“So dear,” began Jeff, “How was your day?”



“Oh the usual.” Replied Mindy, “Except that I met this one guy and well, he was like so weird.”



“How do you mean?”



“Well he told me that he could like, control peoples’ minds and stuff. It was really stupid. He told me that he could make anyone he wanted become slightly horny within thirty seconds and a total slut in like five minutes.”



“But that’s ridiculous!” snorted Jeff.



“I know,” giggled Mindy, “I told him that too. So he told me that if I was so sure why not make a bet with him. I told him no of course, but then he got out a wad of cash. He told me that he bet me five grand that with just the power of his mind, he could make me feel horny before I was able to pick the five grand off the floor.”



“I hope you slapped him round the face.” Scoffed Jeff,



“I was going to.” Replied Mindy, “But I saw that the money was held together by one of those paper thingies, so I knew that I could pick it up like super quickly. Even if he had all those super-duper magic powers that he claimed, I could win the bet in seconds.”



Jeff noticed that Mindy’s hand was now up her skirt and she had begun to play with herself. A small sense of worry began to come over him: “So what did you do?”



“I agreed of course silly.” Giggled Mindy playfully, “I mean, how could I lose?”



“So what happened?” There was an awful lot more seriousness in Jeff’s voice this time.



“Well I won the bet didn’t I!” squealed Mindy happily. “He even tried to cheat when I agreed to the bet by putting the wad of cash away, opening a suitcase and empty five thousand pound coins onto the floor.



“He had over twenty minutes to try and work his silly mind control magic on me but it didn’t work! I feel the same as I always have. When I won the bet, I even decided to suck his cock, just to show him how silly he had been.”



“What!” screamed Jeff, “How does that make him look silly?”



“It just does silly.” Replied Mindy “I always like to suck a guy’s cock when he is being silly and that guy was one of the silliest Billys I have ever met. He was trying to bet me he could make me horny, when I am always horny anyway. He couldn’t win. He said all sorts of silly things like I would be addicted to cock sucking but I’m not addicted, I could stop if I wanted to but I don’t.



“He told me I’d become all giggly and ditzy but I’ve been that way as long as you’ve known me, haven’t I sweetie-kins? That’s why you don’t mind me working in the strip club, cos I’m too airheaded for the office.”



“Mindy, baby.” Began Jeff “I have never said that to you. You don’t work in a strip club, you’re a chartered accountant.”



Mindy just smiled at him, “I love it when you tell jokes. After all the fucking, that’s the one thing I love most about you. It’s why you’re gonna laugh so much at the last thing Mr Stupid Head tried to do.”



Jeff was in full blown panic mode now. “What did he try to do?”



“He tried to tell me that when I arrive home today, I would immediately give you a blowjob and that when I did, ten minutes later my tits would grow to three times their size and sensitivity. He said my lips would puff up and shine bright red and a tattoo would appear just above my ass saying ‘guest entrance’. He then told me that both my pussy and ass would beg to be fucked by at least four different cocks a day and…”



“How is any of this funny?” gasped Jeff.



“Oh you haven’t heard the punch line.” Giggled Mindy, her breasts seeming to jiggle a little more than usual, “He finally tried to tell me that once this all happened, my husband would immediately go to our lawyer and sign over our house, car and everything we own, including me, to him. He then said you would keep for yourself enough money to buy, a plane ticket to Japan and get a job as a Western gigolo in Tokyo. Isn’t that hilarious?”



By now Mindy’s breasts seemed to be the size of Denmark and her seductive, full lips glistened bright red. Jeff jumped to his feet and hiked up her skirt in panic; to his horror he saw the words: ‘guest entrance’ tattooed on the small of his wife’s back.



“Somebody’s feeling naughty I see.” Suggested Mindy.



“No Mindy,” replied Jeff, “Can’t you see this isn’t right? Something has happened to you. We need to do something?”



“What are you talking about?” Asked Mindy. “What do we need to do?”



“We have t…” Jeff paused for a second before continuing. “I need to go see our lawyer now, I’ve got a plane to catch in the morning. Goodbye.”



“Bye Sweetie.” Waved Mindy as Jeff headed straight out of the front door. She couldn’t remember who he was or why he was in her owner’s house, but the cock sucking was fun and gave her something to do before her seven o clock gang bang.



Mindy’s life was fun.



The End.

Sirius, the Dog Star, progressed to its annual position closest to the sun and the orbs would rise together in the eastern sky for the next month. These were the sultry dog days of summer. It was perfect weather for a beach volleyball tournament at Total Woman Excursions.



The heaped sand was white to reflect the sunlight and soft to protect the players. The four duets of women were evenly matched to provide superb competition. The team uniforms were skimpy thongs to provide superb entertainment.



Somer was seated in the bleachers with his host guide Agnes. She wore the standard beach volleyball uniform. Hers was blue. The others teams wore orange, yellow and green. It was a round robin tournament, two losses and you’re out. ‘Out’ meant you were the service staff for the winners after the match.



Agnes team had one win and one loss. Yellow and green were on the field, closing in on their end game. They had each reached 11 and now both sides teetered on defeat, holding back the two point win margin. Yellow served, green set and spiked, yellow saved and returned a lob. Green set again but badly, almost dropping. Expecting a spike, Yellow retreated too far back to save the ball that dribbled over the net. The Greens bumped their chests and high fived.



The Yellows loped off the court to the bleachers. Two losses, they were ‘out’; now servants to the others. A brunette Yellow sat down and wiped her brow with a towel. A chug of her Gatorade and a deep breath readied her for her duties. She stood and walked to Somer and Agnes.



“Anything I can get or do for you?”



Agnes said “No.”



Somer said “How about a Dr Pepper and a blowjob?”



The Yellow brunette turned and walked down the bleachers to a cooler and returned with the soda. She opened and handed it to Somer who took a chug. Yellow started to squat down but Somer raised his hand.



“I was only kidding” he said.



Yellow shrugged and asked “Anything else then?”



Agnes shook her head and gently motioned her away. “You know she would have done you right here and now.”



“I guess so but it’s hot and pretty public.”



Agnes laughed “Don’t be so shy.”



It was time for Blue and Green to play. Somer watched Agnes and the other Blue handily defeat the recently victorious Greens, now eliminated like the Yellows. That left Blue and Orange with one loss each. This would be the final match to determine the champion.



The ball sailed back and forth across the court. Several times a diving player would get a face and cleavage full of sand, which scratched inside the bra, irritating the competitor. On the final match points, one of the Oranges doffed her top to rid herself of the itchy nuisance but to no avail. Agnes and her Blue teammate spiked a hotshot and ended the game as tournament champions. Orange retrieved her top and was prepared to don it when Agnes taunted her “Forget it, loser. You’ll have it off again soon enough.”



Agnes and her Blue champion chum skipped over to Somer. Agnes introduced her teammate Audrey to Somer. They sat like bookends to Somer on the lowest bench with their bare feet on the ground. Agnes clapped her hands and said “Okay, losers, over here! Form a line!”



The Greens, Yellows and Oranges shuffled in front of Somer and his host guides. They stood with hands clasped behind their backs, boobs jutting out in tight bikini tops, except for the one Orange, who remained bare chested. Agnes invited Somer to inspect the offerings.



Somer rose to review this line of beauties. First were the Oranges, 1 and 2. Orange 1 stood topless. He slid his fingers over her firm top slopes, around underneath and checked their bouncability. Orange 2 had retained her top which seemed unfair to Somer. He stepped in front of Orange 2, reached behind her and unsnapped the bikini top. She shrugged it down her arms. His hands rose to her pert nipples, perkier from the exercise or maybe by the excitement of being handled by Somer. He flicked the nubs and she twitched at the feeling.



What was good for some was good for all. Somer moved to his right. Green 1 was next. The Greens and Yellows were shorter and chestier than the other teams, possibly explaining their slower play and somewhat unwieldy balance. Green 1 stoically awaited Somer’s inspection. Her boobs sagged a bit when Somer removed their supports. The nipples were large, flat and red against her allover tan. Green 2 had firmer breasts with conical points. Yellow 1 waited impatiently for her turn and fidgeted rubbing her thighs together in anticipation. Somer noted the movements and choose to strip off her bottoms instead of the top. Her cunt lips were fleshy and he saw she also had an allover tan. His fingers slid undercover, along the rosy lips and found them soft and dewy, evidence of her arousal.



Yellow 2 smiled as Somer fumbled with her clasp. She bumped his chest with hers when she reached back to help unfasten the problematic catch. Somer cupped her generous beauties. They were more than a hand full and he tested their weight with little bumps and bounces, sending ripples through the flesh.



Agnes coughed an ‘ahem’. Somer looked back to where she patted the bench beside her, in between her and Audrey. Having completed his limited inspection, Somer returned to his assigned seat. Agnes and Audrey huddled in and, for the next few moments, Somer and the winning team strategized the services to be rendered by the losers. With nods of agreement, they sat up again and composed themselves into a stern line of judges, ready to mete out their justice.



Yellow 1, the ready fellatrix, was beckoned forward. She squatted in front of Somer and removed his pants. She found her patron tumescent. She lapped and worked him to firmness. Setting his cock upright she spiked it into her mouth.



Yellow 2 sat down between Somer and Audrey and the women began kissing and petting, lolling tongues in open mouths. Somer reached around to recapture Yellow 2′s breast. He found it just as hefty and kneadable as a few minutes past. Somer felt a touch to his left and found Green 2′s pointy nipple poking his bicep. He threw an arm around and twisted the far nipple, rolling it in his thumb and fingers. Green 2 moaned as he captured her lips with his.



Orange 1 was kneeling before a bottomless Agnes carving her tongue along the victor’s gash. Orange 2 was similarly kneeling at Audrey’s front, tugging to remove Audrey’s blue thong. Her efforts were helped when Audrey, continuing the tongue play with Yellow 2, lifted her butt to ease the release. Orange 2 dropped them to the sand, spread Audrey’s thighs and dove in.



Orange 2 and Green 1 stood by, awaiting any opening in the action to assist or substitute for a player in this new post tournament round robin. Yellow 2 paused and leaned up, Somer’s hand still gripping her breast. Seeing Audrey’s face unencumbered, Green 1 leaned over Orange 1, who continued to lap at Audrey’s groin, and smooched Audrey’s face. Yellow 2 covered Somer’s hand with her own, looking at him and demonstrating the fierce clutch she wanted from him. He complied with her guidance and squeezed hard. She moaned and nodded. Somer was unable to separately control the force of his hands and the other pitched hard on Green 2′s nipple, getting a squeak but no resistance from his left hand partner.



Green 1 saw Yellow 1 lean back from Somer’s cock, needing a few quick breathes. She pushed Yellow 1 aside and gobbled Somer’s prick deep, employing long strokes and swallows at the bottom. Yellow 1 looked left and right, searching for her next opening. Everyone was engaged, so she squatted and waited.



During the matchups, the players rotated positions, trying different roles, expanding their versatility and displaying their abilities. Towards the end, Somer was leaning back into a cradle of big boobs, had each hand full of compressed chest meat and his face full of lips and tongue as the current kisser rode his cock and mashed her tits into his chest. That was the round that finally defeated Somer’s stamina and he took his best shot, crying into the kissing mouth as he served his essence into her warm, spongy channel.



Agnes and Audrey watched the finale from aside, having received their trophy orgasms just before they had released their service mates to Somer’s needs. Green 1 and 2 were liplocked on the bench beyond Somer. The Oranges and Yellows were untangling themselves from the scrum pile that trapped Somer. Ignoring the Greens, Agnes dismissed the others to resume their resort host guide duties elsewhere. She hugged Somer’s arm and guided him back to his room. Showering with him, she cleaned him up before they relaxed in his room.



Agnes stayed the night. She was truly attentive to Somer’s needs, providing all of her body for his pleasure. Somer ended the night with a sunrise doggy style fuck pumping into Agnes from behind as she bent over the edge of bed. It seemed a fit ending to a sultry Total Woman Excursions Dog Day.

Another great tape and another great yank of the crank. Yea, she-males were pretty hot, Tom thought as he hit the eject bottom on the tape deck, but where on earth would he really find one? He had little doubt that if he did find a place where they hung out that there would be more than a few with a serious case of ugly. The chances of finding one like the ones in the video taped he had just been watching was pretty slim. But, he knew if he never went looking, he would never find one. He knew they preferred to be called transsexuals and not she-males as they regarded she-male as a rather derogatory term; the term “tranny” seemed to be okay with them. Getting into the sack with one was a fantasy of his. It wasn’t that he didn’t like women, he just liked men a lot better. Well, there were parts of women that were interesting, hence the attraction to the she-males. A she-male was pretty much the best of both worlds. The only trouble with trying to turn a fantasy into reality is that you just might like the fantasy better. But, if he didn’t try it, he would never know!



Tom went out looking for one, just to see if sex with a tranny would be as much fun as he had imagined. Well, that was just the start. It took some digging to find out where they hang out. There are places that have more than others – and they can be found – if you care to look a little. That being said, Tom finally found a place where there were alleged to be a few. And, as he had guessed, the first few trips down to those bars and clubs were a bust. Oh, there were a few trannies there, but nothing to write home about. But, it was promising. Where the uglies hung out, there were probably going to be a few lookers too. The trick of course would be to find something of a looker that wasn’t attached and didn’t think she was the cat’s meow. Tom was pretty sure that he wasn’t the only one who would like to get a decent looking tranny in bed with him.



The forth attempt at finding a decent looking tranny paid off. Unfortunately it was on a Wednesday night, so if this did pay off, he was seriously considering calling in sick the next day!



Tom had arrived at the bar early that night as the gay bar scene goes, and was sitting at the bar nursing a drink when she walked in and sat down a few stools away from him. Okay, she wasn’t “drop-dead-gorgeous,” but she would really do quite nicely. How did he know she was a tranny? Well, this was a gay bar, so there was a pretty good chance that that’s exactly what she was; nor did she so completely pass herself off as female that he couldn’t guess. He picked up his drink and moved over to the stool next to hers and asked her if he might buy her a drink.



“Sure,” she said, “and then I suppose you think you can take me home and fuck my brains out?”



“Well, the thought did occur, though I suspect my chances of doing just that are a little slim.”



“Darling, they are a little worse than that, but I could use the drink,” she said with a smile.



At least there was a smile. Nice tits and a bad attitude – hoping he could change the latter; he bought the drink and continued to talk to her. The fact that she would at least accept a drink and talk to him left open the eternal door of hope. After a short time, she did mellow out a little. They sat there and chatted for a couple of hours, about nothing much in particular. Her name was Samantha, which came from Sam from when she was completely a guy. Eventually, she told him she worked in a doctor’s office, which is probably where she got the hormone pills, though he never asked. She must have done a little voice training too, because when it came to the feminine voice, she was pretty good at it. If he closed his eyes, her voice definitely passed her off as a chick; sort of along the lines of Mae West, but unquestionably a chick.



By nine that evening, she had mellowed to the point where Tom just might have been able to take her home and “fuck her brains out” as she had put it earlier. Unfortunately, she had to leave. She said she had to be up at an obscenely early hour the next morning. She told him that if he were still interested tomorrow evening, she would be back here around eight.



Tom went home not long after she left, and called a good friend of his, Mark. Tom told Mark all about her, and said that just the thought of, the remote possibility of, getting her in the sack gave him a woody that wouldn’t quit. Mark offered to come over and take care of the woody for him, but Tom told him that it was getting late and he had to go to work tomorrow.



“Aw come on,” Mark begged, “I could get you off so well in nothing flat. Then you’d feel better and could get some sleep tonight instead of just laying in bed with a hardon in your hand thinking of her, or it, or whatever!” By now, Mark had a raging hardon of his own and was just dying to get Tom’s cock in his mouth.



Sometimes Tom didn’t think he understood guys any better than he did women – and he never pretended to understand skirts! Mark just loved to blow him and never really expected anything in return. Blowing cock was Mark’s thing. Somehow, it just seemed to Tom that if you gave someone a blowjob, you would like to get one too, or screwed in the ass or something, but that wasn’t the case with Mark. Sometimes he liked reciprocation, and sometimes it seemed that he could care less. “Oh I don’t know, it’s all nice and hard and I’m horny as hell,” Tom said touching his hard cock through his pants, “but I ought to get to bed. I can just jerk this thing off and get her out of my mind.” He had already decided that he was very horny and it would be nice to get off, and Mark did get him off so well. He wanted to get off a little better than just jerking himself off. But, teasing Mark was so much fun.



“Bullshit! I’ll be over in a few,” Mark said and hung up.



So much for teasing. While Tom was waiting for Mark to get there, he got undressed and was just in his tight skimpy briefs when there was a knock on the front door.



“Hi,” Mark said when Tom opened the door. “It doesn’t look like you got yourself off,” he said looking at the bulge in Tom’s briefs. Mark’s hand slid softly over the thin material covering Tom’s hard cock. “Yup, very hard – very nice!”



“Nah, I decided to wait for you. But, I need to get off bad, real bad,” Tom said closing the door behind them.



“No shit. This is really hard!” Mark said reaching into Tom’s briefs and taking hold of his cock.



Tom slipped his briefs off, sat on the edge of the couch, and leaned back. “Have at it Mark,” he said. “I’ll shoot a big one for ya.” He spread his legs wide for Mark.



Mark knelt between Tom’s knees and took hold of Tom’s hard aching cock. “You are so horny!” he said as he squeezed a large drop of pre-cum from his cock. Mark put his hand around Tom’s cock and slid his thumb up the cum vein, causing a clear drop of precum to ooze out of the pee slit in the swollen head. “Oh God do I ever love this stuff,” he said as his tongue flicked out and slowly removed the sweet clear drop.



“Hey, get undressed before you start!” Tom commanded. “I want to see your body too.” Mark wasn’t in great shape, but there was something about a naked guy that turned Tom on too; especially the naked guy happened to be blowing him.



Mark stood and quickly stripped. Tom noticed that he didn’t protest, one sure sign that maybe he would like it if Tom got him off after he got what he wanted – what Tom had to give him. Now naked, he again knelt between Tom’s legs and got down to business. Mark wasn’t just a good cocksucker; he was great! He knew how to really make a cock feel good by using one hand on the suckee’s balls, one hand on the cock shaft, and then there was his tongue. Damn but he knew how to use that! In short order, he was taking most of Tom’s cock into his mouth and throat.



“Oh yea,” Tom groaned softly as Mark worked over his cock. “You really know how to do that.” The sight of this naked guy sucking his cock and fondling his balls was really exciting. Tom had his legs spread wide and wasn’t even trying to make this last. He wanted to get off and Mark was doing his best to make that happen. Tom had forgotten all about Samantha by now and was just thinking of the hot stream of thick cum he was about to shoot down Mark’s sucking throat as he watched his wet hard cock going in and out of Mark’s hot mouth. “Real soon now, real soon,” he said softly as he lay his head back against the back of the couch.



Mark didn’t say a thing, he just kept sucking Tom’s cock as he fondled his balls and finally began to finger Tom’s tight little asshole.



“If you put that finger in there I’m gonna shoot,” Tom warned him. As if that was his cue, and it really was, Mark slipped his finger slowly into Tom’s tight asshole. “Oh God here it comes!” Tom nearly shouted. Seconds later, the first huge spurt of his cum shot up from his swollen nuts, up his hard cock shaft, and deep into Mark’s waiting hot mouth. Spurt after spurt of hot cum followed that first one, filling Mark’s sucking mouth. Mark never missed a beat; sucking on that cock and swallowing every drop it gave him. His tongue was busy on the underside of Tom’s cockhead, making sure he made Tom give him every little drop of cum he had in him.



“Lotta cum,” Mark said finally taking his mouth off of Tom’s now not so hard cock. “Very tasty!”



“Glad ya liked it,” Tom gasped, completely out of breath.



Mark sat back with his legs wide apart, completely naked and with a raging hardon.



“I gotta do something about that!” Tom said looking at Mark’s nice hardon. He was starting to recover a little.



“Jack me off?” he suggested.



“Sure, if you’d like that.”



“Sounds great.”



Tom would have blown Mark if he had wanted that. He had done that before, but Mark really liked it when Tom jacked him off. Well, to each his own. Tom like jacking Mark off and watching him squirt. Tom went into his bedroom and got some lube. When he got back Mark was laying flat on the floor, completely naked with his legs spread. Without saying a word, Tom knelt between Mark’s knees, got some lube on his hand, and began slowly stroking Mark’s hard cock. He did it slowly at first, getting it well lubed from the base to the head, and getting that slick stuff all over his hand as well. When Mark was well lubricated, Tom started going faster. Now they could hear that familiar, and very sexy, sound of a wet cock being jacked off. He started going faster and faster, rotating his hand around the shaft as he went up and down it, going all the way to the base and well up over the swollen cock head. His other hand began to fondle Mark’s swollen nuts, first just rolling them around in his hand, then firmly but gently squeezing them. When Mark was getting close and moaning, Tom put his first finger and thumb around Mark’s nut sack just above his balls and gently pulled down on Mark’s balls.



“Oh God yea,” he moaned. “So good – so fuckin’ good! Blowing you got me so hot.”



“Payback! Shoot a nice stream of cum for me,” Tom urged him as he gripped Mark’s cock a little tighter and stroked just a little faster.



“Gonna spray the ceiling,” he groaned. Seconds later Mark couldn’t take it any longer and started to come. His legs stiffened, there was groan, and the first squirt of come shot from his hard cock. It arched into the air and landed on his chest, followed by squirt after squirt of the thick white stuff, most of it landing on this chest, and the rest landing of the floor. Tom continued to rapidly pump Mark’s squirting cock until he stopped squirting. Then, with a combination of lube and Mark’s own cum, he moved his wet hand up and down the shaft and over the head slowly and gently as Mark started to soften. “That was great!” Mark finally gasped.



They took a hot shower together after that and thought about having seconds. But, as it was getting late, they decided to call it a night.



The next evening, Thursday, well before eight, Tom was back at the same bar on the same stool. Right at the stroke of eight, Samantha came into the bar. She spotted Tom right away and gave him a big grin.



“Hi,” she said as she took a seat next to him. “I wasn’t sure if you’d be here.”



“Get stood up a lot?” he asked, very happy that she hadn’t stood him up.



“All the time. Most guys think the idea is great the night they meet me, and then have second thoughts. I didn’t know if you were just another one of the crowd.”



They sat there and talked for what had to be an hour. Then she just up and said that she was really horny tonight. Tom told her he would love to take care of her problem for her, and with that they left the bar for her place – conveniently not that far away.



Once inside her apartment, she loosened up even more. With the door barely closed, she planted a bit wet kiss on him – and she was a great kisser! His hand slid up her firm body and caressed a boob – a real boob – she wasn’t just wearing a padded bra. By now, Tom was sporting a woody that was just killing him.



“We could have a drink or two first, if you want,” she offered as she broke the kiss. Apparently, she didn’t want to appear too easy.



“Or we could take care of your problem and then have one,” he suggested.



“I like that idea even better. The bedrooms this way!”



He followed her into the bedroom. She may look like a woman, but she still thought like a guy!



Unlike a lot of stories he had read, she didn’t pretend to be shy and that the fact that she had a dick was going to be a big surprise to her lover. The only surprise when she got undressed was that she had a really nice sized dick; it was hard and uncut. Tom thought I had died and gone to heaven. Great tits, a nice body, and a great uncut dick – what more could a guy ask for?



“There’s just one thing,” she said standing there naked, “I don’t fuck; that is I don’t want to fuck you. I can if I you really want me to, but being a woman, it just isn’t something I do. I just like it a lot better when the guy fucks me.”



“Okay,” he said with a grin. “I can live with that.” Having her fuck him might have been fun, but just having his cock deep in her ass was going to be just fine with him. Tom wasn’t quite sure what got her off, but decided to just wait and see. It was probably going to be interesting. Tom’s only exposure to transsexuals was in adult videos, and in some of them they jacked off and in videos they just got fucked, never got hard, and seem to be happy with that.



They got on the bed and cuddled, kissed, and fondled each other. Tom thought she did have nice tits – not huge, just nice. And, there were no scars on them from implants. He was fondling the real thing. Thank God for chick hormones. Then there was that nice cock of hers. Tom just adored uncut ones, and she had one that he just couldn’t wait to get in his mouth.



“I just gotta suck on that cock of yours,” he finally told her.



“Have at it lover,” she said rolling over onto her back and spreading her legs. “I just love oral.”



That was good enough for Tom. He moved down between her smooth firm legs and began playing with her hard cock. She was really into this tranny thing. She only had hair in two places – on her head and a neatly little patch of fur just above her cock, exactly like a woman. She must have been on the hormones for a while too, as her skin was very soft and she had nicely developed tits and all the other features of a woman. But, she also had this marvelous uncut cock!



He started slowly stroking her cock, moving the foreskin over the swollen cock-head. She had a nice loose foreskin, one that more than covered the cock-head. He had a firm grip on it, and slowly masturbated her while his other hand played with her balls. He was fascinated with her cock, watching the swollen head appear and disappear in and out of that foreskin. She was very hard and soon started leaking pre-cum. That was his clue. He pulled the foreskin down, fully exposing the cock-head, and licked her sweet pre-cum off before drawing the cock-head into his mouth. At first, he just took the head in, running his tongue around the rim of it and paying special attention to the sensitive underside. Then, sucking lightly, he drew a large part of her cock into his mouth, taking as much of it as he could without gagging on it. After all, there is nothing like someone gagging on your cock to ruin a good blowjob. Then he started going up and down on her cock, following his mouth with his hand firmly around her cock. Soon Tom had her moaning with pleasure, and there is nothing like a moaner to let you know you’re doing the right thing. After a few minutes of this, he knew she wasn’t going to last long. Tom was taking her into his mouth and throat as far as he could, and after blowing her for a little while, he was getting used to her cock and taking her pretty far into his throat. Tom just couldn’t wait till she shot a nice big load for him. About then it occurred to him, does she-male cum taste any different? After all, they are on hormones. He knew he was about to find out.



“Oh lover, that’s it,” she moaned. “You do that so well.”



Tom didn’t say a thing. He just tugged lightly on her balls and worked his head up and down a little faster.



“Oh yea, any second now,” she groaned. “This feels so good.”



Now she put her legs a little further apart and started to pump a little. Not a good thing, as if they got just a little out of synch, he was going to get her cock too far in and gag, ruining the whole thing. Fortunately, just before she did cum, she stopped pumping, almost as if to make it last just a little longer.



But, Tom didn’t have to wait long for his creamy reward. “Oh God! Here is comes,” she nearly screamed.



Tom pulled his head back just a little just as he felt that first throb in her cock. A spit second later the first spurt of her hot thick creamy she-male cum landed on his waiting tongue. Now he started sucking, pumping, and swallowing as fast as he could to keep up with the flood of sweet salty cum she was giving him. She-male cum, as it turned out, tasted about the same as any other guy’s cum tasted. Before long, he had milked her dry! Tom had swallowed it all, not letting so much as a drop escaped. There was no cleaning her up after it; he had swallowed everything. Finally, he took her softening cock from his mouth.



“Now it’s my turn lover,” she said, still breathing hard. “Stand next to the bed here,” she said patting the edge of the bed, “and I’ll make your knees weak.”



That sounded good to Tom! He would rather have a blowjob standing anyway – no particular reason – he just liked them that way. Tom got off of the bed and came around to the side of the bed where Samantha had indicated she wanted him, hardon at the ready. He just knew he was going to love this! He stood there with his feet apart, hands on his hips, cock thrust out, just waiting for what he knew was going to be one hell of a blowjob by the rather good looking tranny. Nice tits, he thought looking down at her boobs. She had pretty nice looking nipples too. Tom just loved modern chemistry! Further down that good-looking body was her cock; now soft from the attention he had given it, with its foreskin now completely covering the sensitive cock-head again. Soft uncut cocks reminded him of small elephant trunks.



Samantha reached out, took Tom’s hard cock in her hand, and ran her soft hand up and down his hard shaft, feeling it, caressing it, and maybe just teasing him a little. Slowly she leaned forward and then licked the underside of the swollen head. She moved her hand up and down the shaft again, taking a little firmer grip on it this time. A clear glistening drop of pre-cum appeared at the slit in the head. “Oh my, you are horny aren’t you?” she asked.



“Yea, no shit,” he groaned.



“I just love sweet pre-cum,” she said just before her long tongue slowly licked the drop from the end of his cock. Her tongue had barely touched his cockhead as she removed the pre-cum. A small silver thread of it followed her tongue back into her hot mouth.

“Oh baby, make me cum,” Tom groaned. “I want to unload in your mouth so bad.”



“I thought you wanted to unload in my tight little ass,” she teased.



“Oh yea, there too, but I want to cum in your mouth first.”



“Usually guys promise not to cum in my mouth if I will just blow them a little,” she teased before taking half his cock swiftly into her hot wet mouth.



Tom didn’t say a thing. He wanted to get off in her mouth; he wanted to shoot a huge load of hot cum down her sucking throat. She was really talented; much more so than any woman who had ever attempted to blow him. Samantha knew where to lick and how to hold a cock while she was blowing it. As her mouth came back toward the head, her hand, gripping the shaft just hard enough to move the foreskin, followed. With just the head in her mouth, her tongue pressed firmly against the sensitive underside of the head and moved back and forth over the underside of the glans a few times before she took most of Tom’s cock back into her mouth and throat. It was a sight, his cock going in and out of her mouth, her tits jiggling as her body moved back and forth, and that uncut cock of hers hanging out in front of her.



He was horny, but she was so good she had him ready to cum in no time. “Oh yea,” he whispered, “I’m getting so close.”



“So, you’re going to cum in my mouth?” she asked, taking his wet cock from her mouth.



“Sure, I’ll give you everything I have, just keep sucking.”



“I hope so. I like the taste of hot cum, and I’d hate to do all this work and not get any,” she said before resuming her work. Her other hand went to Tom’s swollen balls and began to massage them as if to make sure that he gave her everything.



“Oh I’ll give you all I have, just keep sucking.”



She just mumbled something and went to work on his hard cock. Now she was sucking on him like she meant it. She wanted all she could get out of him.



Seconds later, Tom was there. He was with a hot sexy tranny and he was about to unload in her mouth. This was so hot! “Here it comes baby,” he warned her. “I’m cumming!” And cum he did. She had his cock way into her mouth as he shot the first few spurts of his sperm into her. Tom have no idea how she did it, but while he was cumming, shooting all that cum deep into her mouth, thick hot spurt after spurt of it, and he thought it felt like it must have been quarts of the stuff, she just swallowed and moved that tongue over the underside of his head and shaft all the while, getting all she could out of him. She was correct; she made his knees weak as he shot his cum into her hot sucking mouth. She never slowed down, coughed, or gagged as he shot hot thick spurt after spurt into her mouth. Tom thought it was never going to end – and didn’t want it to. It was one of those rare cums where you just feel like your whole being is going right out of your cock. He felt like he was shooting it straight down her throat. She certainly had it buried that far into her mouth. It was all he could do to remain standing as he gave her his all. Just when he thought he was about done, she let a finger slide back to his asshole, enter it a little, and he peaked again!



When Tom was finally done, she let his now softening cock slip from her mouth. “Well, you certainly did cum in my mouth!” she said with a grin. “You gave me lots of that tasty stuff. Want a taste?” she asked as she stuck her tongue out.



Sure enough, some of Tom’s pearly white cum was obviously still coating her tongue. “Sure,” he said as he quickly leaned down and gave her a big wet kiss. He had done this before and found it exciting and very sexy. Kissing her with his hot sperm still in her mouth just made it all the better. The kiss lingered for only a few seconds, but it sure was a hot few seconds, feeling her tongue dueling with his, flavored by his fresh sperm.



“How about we take a short break, have a little champagne, and then take up where we left off,” she suggested.



After that cum, Tom needed a break. Liquid refreshment sounded good. Champaign wasn’t his first choice – too much of a chick’s drink – but it was her place. “Yea, I need something liquid after that.”



“I have a wonderful bottle of bubbly in the ‘fridge,” she said, rising from her perch on the bed and heading for the kitchen, still stark naked. She made no attempt to cover herself.



The wiggle in her ass was a bit exaggerated as she led the way to the kitchen. It was a bit funny, but he wasn’t going to blow this by laughing. Apparently, she was, or had been, practicing walking like a chick, putting one foot nearly in front of the other as she walked.



To her credit, the champagne was Mums and not some really cheap stuff. Tom would have rather had a cold beer or something to chase a little Jack Daniel’s, but this would do for now. Besides, all they were really doing is killing a little time so they could go at it again.



Samantha got out two classic champagne glasses, opened the bottle, and poured the bubbly. They sat and talked for what had only seemed like a few minutes, but it had been over half an hour. Tom decided he must have been thirsty, he had sucked down several glasses of that stuff, and was actually beginning to feel more than a little light headed.



“Shall we take up where we left off?” she finally asked.



“Yea, I think so,” he said getting up. By then he knew he had consumed a little of that stuff! Fortunately, he wasn’t so drunk he wasn’t going to really enjoy what we were about to do.



They went back to her bedroom, got on the bed, and started cuddling and kissing again. Tom kissed his way down her slender neck, down her chest, and began to pay some attention to her wonderful boobs and those nice sexy nipples. It wasn’t hard to figure out that while these weren’t the biggest boobs in the world, they were all real. She had obviously been on the hormone pills for some time. While sucking on and otherwise playing with a nipple with his mouth, his hand slid down her smooth flat stomach to her crotch. There he found a hard and ready cock. He started stroking it slowly, enjoying the feel of it, and playing with that uncut foreskin. He was having a fantasy about just jerking her off and watching that uncut cock shoot hot cum for him. All the while, he was playing with her cock and tits at the same time.



Samantha wasn’t just lying there, her hand had found Tom’s cock too, and was slowly stroking it. She had him rock hard and ready to go again in no time. She would stroke his cock some, let go of it and play with his balls, and then resume stroking his cock again. “I think I want this inside me now,” she whispered in his ear.



“I could go for that,” he said leaving her nipple. “Got any lube?”



“Top drawer of the night stand. There’s some K-Y jelly in there.”



Tom rolled over, got the jelly out, took a big gob of it, and got his hard cock well coated. “How would you like to get it?” he asked. He figured it would be either the usual doggie style or him over her more or less missionary.



“I like to be on top and jack off while getting fucked,” she replied.



He had wondered how she got off. That answered that. He was going to love watching her jack off while getting fucked! Hell, maybe he could even jack her off part of the time. “Sounds good,” he said moving over toward the center of the bed. He lay there on his back making sure his cock was well coated while she got in position over him.



“Just hold it straight up and I’ll sit down on it,” she said when she was in position over him.



Tom held his slick cock straight up as she came down on it. She had herself perfectly positioned. He felt some pressure, then her ass relaxed and he slowly slid into her hot tight asshole. Slowly she lowered herself all the way down on him, burying his cock all the way into her accommodating ass. Tom have been with a lot of guys, and been on the bottom like this before too, but there is nothing quite like being with someone with tits and a cock at the same time. He reached up with one hand and began playing with one boob while his other hand went to her hard uncut cock and began stroking it. She just sat there with her eyes closed getting used to his hard thick cock in her ass. After a few moments, she started to slowly move up and down on him. At that point, it began getting difficult to pump, stroke her cock, and play with tits – something that she didn’t miss.



“Better let me take care of this,” she said taking her cock in her own hand. “You just have too many toys to play with at one time to give them all the proper attention.”



His now free hand went to her hip, making it easier to coordinate their pumping. Tom was fascinated watching her feminine hand with its long painted nails, stroking her own cock. They started going faster now, building to another great cum.



For a short time, he stopped pumping and leaned up and sucked on the end of her cock while she rode him. She stopped jacking herself, pulled the foreskin back, and let him just suck on her cock-head as she slowly moved up and down on his cock.



“Oh yea lover,” she moaned. “That’s it!” She loved the feeling of her cock going into his hot wet mouth as his cock came out of her ass. Then when she moved down on his cock, her cock came out of his mouth.



It was too awkward a position to maintain for long, but it was hot for a few minutes. Besides, he was getting ready to cum and wanted to pick up the pace. He put both hands on her hips and began to fuck in earnest. “Not long now baby,” he groaned. “I’m about to fill your ass.” Her hand resumed stroking her cock. He couldn’t take his eyes off it as she stroked it while he fucked her tight ass. He hoped she would soak his chest with her hot tranny cum when she got off.



“I’m close too,” she said as she started stroking at a furious rate. Her hand was just a blur now on her hard cock.



Tom knew he was going to get showered with her cum when we got off – and he couldn’t wait to see and feel it.



“Oh God here I cum!” she shouted. With that, Tom felt her ass tighten around his cock and a huge spurt of her white cum shot out of the pee slit in the end of her dick and hit his chin. Spurt after spurt followed the first as she jacked off her sexy cock, thought the other drops of cum didn’t go as far, they didn’t just dribble out the end of her cock either. The pearly drops of her tranny cum rained down all over his chest.



Feeling her ass tighten around his cock as she started to cum and seeing her cock squirting all that delicious hot sperm all over his chest was all Tom could take. He sent a huge load of cum deep into her throbbing ass. A countless stream of others followed that first huge spurt. It was another great cum, and nothing feels as good as a well lubed cock in a nice tight ass, and being in a hot cumming tranny’s ass just made it all the better.



When they were both done, they just lay there, her on top of him and caught their breath. This had been everything he thought it would be. He thought it was however, an odd but sexy feeling to have his cock in an ass, have a cock pressing against his belly, and having soft tits with hard nipples pressing against his chest, all at the same time; that and being able to caress a very shapely body.



While it wasn’t all that late, Tom decided it was time to get home and get some sleep. Tomorrow was Friday and it looked a little suspicious if you called in sick on a Friday and weren’t actually dying. His boss was actually known to call an employee’s house and check up on them, asking if they needed anything. He might have meant well, but most of the “individual contributors,” as employees are known these days, resented it and just looked at that as him checking up on them. His boss was after all, something of a weasel. Samantha hadn’t asked him to spend the night that night, making it that much easier to get out the door. He did want to see her again though and made arrangements to see her Saturday evening. He was sure he was in for another hot night. After he dressed, Samantha saw him out the door, still completely naked. She knew how to send a guy off and make sure he remembered her.



Tom checked his messages when he got home – there were three, all from Mark. The first one just asked him to call. The second one suggested that Mark knew what Tom was up to, and still wanted him to call. The last one, left just before Tom had gotten home, left no doubt that Mark was sure what he had been doing and whom he had been with and “really” wanted him to call.



Tom sat down for a few minutes before calling Mark. There was just no way he was going to entertain him tonight too. He was exhausted and completely out of cum; Samantha really knew how to drain someone!



Finally, it was time to get the deed done. Mark picked it up on the first ring. “Tom?” he asked right away.



“Yea.”



“How’d it go? Ya get in bed with her, or it, or whatever?”



He was anxious all right, just about like Tom had expected. “Her. I got in bed with her, and it was like a dream come true.”



“Oh God, that good huh? Can I come over, I gotta hear all about this.” Just talking about sex with a she-male was getting Mark hotter by the second.



“Nah, it’s late and I have to get to work tomorrow. How about we just meet tomorrow night and I’ll tell you all about her and what we did.” Nothing like fucking and telling, he thought to himself.



“Aw man,” came a groan over the phone. “I was hoping to hear all about it tonight.”



“Tomorrow old buddy, tomorrow. Goodnight.” Tom hung up the phone and headed for the shower. He was tired but very happy.



The next day flew by in spite of being a Friday. He was happy to be heading out of the office for the weekend and a potentially hot night with Samantha on Saturday. But, he knew Mark was going to be a pest about her tonight. It also occurred to him that his old buddy Mark was going to want to meet Samantha at some point, and probably had Saturday night in mind. Mark was predictable!



Tom wasn’t home five minutes before the phone rang. He hoped it was Samantha. “Hello?” he said as he put the phone to his ear.



“Yo, Tom old buddy! How about we meet down at The Crypt and you and I have a few beers and get something to eat.” It was classic Mark for “why don’t you tell me all about last night.”



“Yea, okay,” Tom agreed. “Be there in about an hour.” They hung up and he looked around for some clean clothes that were a little more casual than what he wore to work. The fact that Mark wanted to meet him at The Crypt for dinner wasn’t lost on him. It wasn’t their usual watering hole; it was where he met Samantha. Tom was pretty sure that old Mark was hedging his bets. He wanted to hear all about Samantha, but just in case there was a loose good-looking tranny there, he wanted to be available.



Mark was pretty reserved for Mark, and didn’t ask about Samantha until after the food had arrived. “So, just what did happen last night?” he finally asked, trying not to show that he was just dying to every juicy detail. Mark thought she-males were just as hot as Tom did. The one difference was that Mark had never gone looking for one.



“Not much really,” Tom said, being a real tease. “We met here, talked for a while, went to her place, and screwed like bunnies. That was about it.”



“Shit, I figured that much. What was she like when you got her clothes off? Was she hung and all that?”



“Yea, it was a nice size and uncut.” Tom went on to describe her a little more and Mark sat there and ate up every word. Tom knew Mark was just dying to meet her now, and it surprised him that it was about two hours before he even suggested it. Tom wasn’t too crazy about the idea, but then the idea of a threesome with Samantha and Mark really did have some appeal. They had done threesomes with a few other guys, never a woman, and only in their dreams with a she-male. Tom liked the idea, but had no idea how Samantha felt about it. He had no real idea how far along she was to becoming a woman mentally either. The body was doing nicely, but the mind seemed to be mostly male so far – at least her attitude toward sex. He had a feeling that if she really got into this woman thing too far, the show was going to be over between them. Chicks were fun, and the sex was great, but the mental overhead that went with sex and a woman was more than he was usually willing to put up with; men really had a better attitude about it. Finally, he agreed to it. The plan was that Tom would meet Samantha here at the agreed upon time and Mark would show up a little later and stop by their table. If they all hit it off, he would stay and they would present the idea to Samantha only then.



The rest of the evening was more or less uneventful. The two finally left The Crypt just after midnight and went back to Tom’s place. By then, Mark was still worked up and needed a little cock. “How about a little sixty-nine action?” he finally suggested. “We haven’t done that in a while.”



By then Tom was more than agreeable, after having been thinking of Samantha and talking to Mark about her. They retired to Tom’s bedroom and quickly stripped. There weren’t any real preliminaries needed, both were hard and horny. They got on the bed facing each other, head to cock and started sucking and caressing each other.



Mark squeezed Tom’s hard cock and was rewarded with a large drop of pre-cum. He licked the delicious drop from the swollen cock-head and then slid the rigid member into his mouth as far as he could take it. Owing to the curvature of Tom’s cock and this position, he was able to take more of it into his mouth and then his throat than he normally could. He began moving that hard object in and out of his mouth, making sure that he caressed the head just as it was all that remained in his mouth. Then it was to the back of his throat with it. Tom was doing pretty much the same thing to him, which was causing something of a distraction. He tried to put what Tom was doing to him out of his mind for the moment and concentrated on Tom’s wonderful cock, picking up the pace quite a bit; he really wanted Tom’s hot cum gushing down his waiting throat.



Tom was trying to give Mark a good blowjob, but Mark was doing such a good job on him that he was really having a hard time concentrating on what he was supposed to be doing to Mark’s nice cock. Finally, he just gave in to the feeling and let Mark get him off. It wasn’t going to be long now before he gave Mark all the hot sperm he wanted. He was really horny tonight. He suddenly had a mental flash of Samantha’s nice uncut cock, all hard and with the head covered by that sexy foreskin just as he had been about to blow her last night. That was all it took. Between that mental picture, Mark’s cock in his mouth, and Mark giving him one if his better blowjobs, he groaned and began to give Mark what he wanted. The first hot thick squirt of his cum erupted from his nuts and shot deep into Mark’s waiting mouth. He tried to suck on Mark as he shot load after hot thick load of his man-cream into Mark’s sucking mouth, but as blowjobs went, the one he was giving Mark now was just about useless. He would try to make up for it when he was finished cumming.



Mark couldn’t believe how much cum old Tom was giving him. He was having one hell of an orgasm judging by the amount of thick hot tasty cum he was getting out of Tom’s hard throbbing cock. He almost couldn’t swallow it fast enough, though so far he hadn’t missed a single delicious drop of it. Tom had gone stiff as he was groaning and squirting for Mark. Mark loved every minute of it. There was nothing he liked better than pleasuring Tom’s lovely cock and he knew he had been good tonight.



When Tom was done, Mark let Tom’s softening cock slip from his mouth and rolled over on his back. “Man, you were horny tonight,” he breathed. “Lotta cum.”



“Yea, and you were really good tonight too. Now it’s your turn,” he said as he moved around to take Mark’s cock in his mouth.

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